I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 111, Flying Waterfall Endless Slash
The duel has been heated from the very beginning.

Sid found the duel so exhilarating to him, so disturbing to his soul, that he found himself in tears, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks.

The person in front of him was once his idol, his faith, and his object of gratitude. The symbol named Earl of Mecklen was one of the few comforts in his heart after Sid suffered the murder. Make him believe that there are still good people and just people in this world.

He used to be his role model.

Now, the role model has collapsed, and the former glory has gone. With the discovery of the truth, the true face of the Earl of Mecklen, which was hidden under the light of a hero, has been exposed to the public.

Reality is always so cruel, so absurd, yet so frustrating, unstoppable.

Perhaps there is a "patricide" complex in the heart of every boy. Sid always feels that this duel is like the end of a great rebellion in a story. On the deck of the Vengeful Spirit, a golden figure is fighting with a fallen man The Wolf God duel.

The important members of the entire Bad Wolf Principality are all on stage. The lineup is so strong that they will all witness this duel. Whether they want to stop it or not, this is Sid's stage.

It turns out that performing in the middle of a grand stage is so exciting?Sid thought so.

At the beginning of the battle, Sid and Earl Mecklen stepped into the steel hurricane composed of swift swords. Both of them are good players of swift swords. The moving light and shadow enveloped the entire line of sight, and the two duelists carefully adjusted their steps, strangling together.

At this time, Sid only had the strength of the elementary level of the hero level, while the Earl of Mecklen, who was under the demonization, had reached the peak of the hero level. In his eyes, Sid did not fall into the disadvantaged, and even under certain circumstances, he could seize the opportunity to fight back.

It was probably because Earl Mecklen hadn't done anything himself for a long time, and every blow he made was reversed by Sid's precise parry.

Grasping the excellent opportunity brought by the pushback, Sid made a low cut with the swift sword twisting like a silver snake in his hand. On Mecklen's stomach, the blade snapped off.

"It's true that I haven't done it myself for a long time, but what do you use to defeat me? Little brother Sid?" Mecklen sneered, "This is the blessing of the Lord of Pain - Heima! My skin is full of strength your granite armor, your swiftsword . . . eh!"

Before the words fell, Sid's iron boots kicked his chest but did not move him. The earl wanted to joke, but the pain in his soul stopped him from speaking. He stretched out his hand, and the earl's fingertips caught him under his nostrils. A touch of bright red: "It turns out that you have already prepared."

"If I'm not ready, how can I deal with you?" Sid holds the light sword of the Swift Sword Temple in his hand, and the power of the crimson sword soul spreads along his blade. Offensively, a path was forcibly carved out in Mecklen's steel hurricane. Sid's body put his shoulders against the earl's body and wrestled with him, and the power of the sword soul flowed along the crossed blades under the strangulation of the swift sword. With heavy punches, the burning pain in the depths of the soul hammered Earl Mecklen's will like a piston movement, while the body of the sword soul in the air roared non-stop, raining death from the sky, Attack every flaw in the earl's body.

Shoulders, throat, nape.

Armpits, waist, knees.

The ferocious roar of the white-haired boy resounded through the audience following his onslaught, and the roar and howl shocked everyone's senses.

The long sword bit the armguard, and the fist smashed the shoulder armor.

Sid calmly faced the attack of the devil's believers, and let Mecklen's swift sword stab at him without dodging or evading. He seemed unaware of all this, his movements were not deformed, and the flame of revenge never abated.

Now Sid is like a killing machine, all his attention is focused on how to deal with the enemies in front of him.

Earl Mecklen is indeed a little out of battle for a long time, and it is rare for the hero of the wolf to take action in person. He thought that with the blessing of the power of the devil, the ridiculous swift sword in Sid's hand could not penetrate his body at all. The torso was strengthened, but the burning pain from the depths of the soul made Count Mecklen back again and again, and forcibly dodged a distance.

"The way of the sword soul?!" Earl Mecklen growled.

At this time, Sid was drenched in the blood of the devil emitting a foul smell. With the hissing of the swift sword and the roar of the shotgun, more blood sprayed on his body. As the soul was hurt, Mecklen's body Blood is oozing from many parts of his body, and his body strengthening is being destroyed.

Sid did not answer the earl's question. The sword soul in the air was waving the long sword, and every blow hit the earl's vitals accurately. The body of the sword soul was as proficient in the way of swift sword as its master, and its attack was elegant. And deadly.

"The way of the sword soul? My lord? Why?" The wolf grand duke Gerhart saw the crimson phantom in the sky, and he said dissatisfiedly to Cecilia who was observing the battle situation: "Why did you choose to put Teach that kid the way of the sword soul? Don't we have any outstanding young people in the Bad Wolf Principality?"

"What are you talking about, Your Highness Gerhart, isn't Sid a young man who came out of your Wolf Principality?" Celeste, the imperial princess, answered angrily without waiting for Cecilia to answer.

"We wolves don't have such a young man who is so disregarded of the overall situation! If he really thinks of himself as a werewolf, he shouldn't choose this way! He made us wolves lose face!" Gerhart looked Glancing at the light elves who were taking notes quickly, they said angrily, and the surrounding wolf nobles responded one after another: "Obviously there are so many suitable channels for feedback..."

"Both sides haven't done their best yet." Cecilia said lightly.

Yes, even with the help of Sword Soul, the outcome of the duel between Sid and Earl Mecklen is just a matter of thought.
There is only a thin line between killing and being killed, and there is only a thin line between life and death.

The strengthened devil's body is incredibly strong, and no matter how it hits a weak point, Mecklen's can withstand the damage.

The blessing power of the King of Pain is applied to its believers, the more painful, the stronger, the more painful, the more furious.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The sound pierced his head, and the white-haired boy covered his ears in pain.

In front of him, Count Mecklen spread his arms, and the devil's wings stretched out from behind him!

He officially gave up being human!
The strength of Mecklen, who has completely demonized himself, has taken another level in an instant, stepping into the realm of legend!

Grasping Sid's chest with both hands, the earl flew up, grabbed Sid, and threw it on the sculpture in the big garden. A pure white sculpture of a light elf girl holding a pot was smashed by Sid's body, and the white-haired boy mouth Spit blood and fall into the ruins.

"Die, just like your brothers and sisters!" Mecklen laughed wildly: "Do you know that you almost have a new brother? He is only over five months old in your mother's belly! I personally Get him out for you! It's still soaking in a glass jar in my manor."

"Ahem~ Well said." Sid got up from the ground, and he said coldly: "Go on, I will do the same thing to your two daughters."

"!" Mecklen's face tightened, he knew Sid would definitely do what he said.

This is a lunatic!
"Then I'll kill you first!" The devil spread its wings and rushed towards Sid, with its sharp claws and long sword pointing directly at Sid's face.

The oncoming strong wind made Sid's face hurt, but at this moment, his wrist flicked, and the swift sword in his hand disappeared, replaced by a brand new rune shotgun.

"Crack~" the trigger was pulled, and the oncoming mercury shot shot Mecklen's head and face!
The hand of Yuehua!

The devil took a few steps back and bumped into the garden wall to give Sid a chance to breathe. The white-haired boy took a deep breath of cold air, and golden light overflowed from his sea-blue eyes.

Royal blood sublimation!

Sid bathed himself in the golden light, and the ancient seal script covered every corner of his body. His thin body suddenly became strong. Facing the oncoming attack, Sid directly let his chest hold the plum Karen's claws, regardless of the deep bone scratches on his chest and the dripping golden blood, Sid's hands blessed with the power of the royal blood held the arm of the devil who was holding a hellfire ball, and he slammed Roaring, the muscles all over his body creaked, and the wrist holding the hellfire ball was abruptly broken.

"Ahhh!" The hell fireball exploded on the spot, and the flames scorched half of Sid's face and shattered Mecklen's palm.

The hand of Yuehua opened again, and the smoking muzzle of the shotgun was less than ten centimeters from the face of the elegant gentleman in Mecklen!

"boom."

The storm of bullets that burst out carried blessed mercury and hit Mecklen's right cheek.

"bless you."

Half of the devil's face was blown to pieces by this blow!An eyeball flew out with the impact, drawing a perfect parabola in the air and landing in the snow.

"It hurts, it hurts~" Mecklen's painful wailing spread to every corner of the big garden.

Even after receiving such terrible damage, Mecklen didn't fall down, and his remaining hand suddenly increased the output, aiming the huge fireball directly under the two of them.

emission.

The ground under his feet was distorted and deformed by the explosion, the one-meter-thick stone slab was torn apart like paper, violent and greasy hellfire shot out from every crack in the floor, and large pieces of debris were like raindrops Fly up like raindrops.

Sid didn't control his body until he knocked down a wall. His head was smashed like a mess because of the impact. The sound of wind, smoke, burning and distant exclamation There were also screams mixed together, making it temporarily impossible for him to distinguish the situation.

Is that the exclamation of the nobles?Is that the howl of the Inquisition?I seem to hear Celeste screaming?
There was no time to think now, Sid forced his body to stabilize his footsteps, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly found that the legendary devil named Count Mecklen was still in the air, and its wings were also affected.

Throwing away the shotgun that had been loaded with two bullets, Sid's muscle memory allowed him to hold the swift sword, and immediately recalled the guidance of the great priest Cecilia in his mind.

"Flying Waterfall Endless Slash."

Sid stood where he was, posing, eyes closed.

His vision is temporarily lost, but he can still see.

He saw many rotating rings around him, he saw himself bathed in a crimson halo, and he saw that the power that symbolized himself was converging with the power of Mecklen in the air.

At the intersection, a crack appeared, and the strong wind rolled along the crack, leading the way for Sid to move forward.

Put away the swift sword, and come out again.

Flying waterfall, cut with no breath!
In the next second, a crimson light path leading to the air spread out from the air, the sword soul appeared and cut through the void, and then Sid's body followed!

One gold and one red, radiant and colorful, one in front of the other, sparks splashed everywhere.

Two 20-meter-long arcs successively penetrated Mecklen's chest, abdomen and back.

This was a pure fatal blow—blood and flesh gushed out from the twisted hell viscera of the legendary devil. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, smashing three stone pillars and falling to the ground. In a pile of rubble.

Sid, who was in the air, also lost control and fell to the ground. He seized the time to insert his fingers into the Holy Grail of Sin and Nightmare, frantically absorbing the serum to recover. On the surface, he pretended to be exhausted so he lay there temporarily unable to get up.

This scene shocked the audience.

"Flying Waterfall Absolute Breath Slash?"

"Yes, I read that right, that is the Flying Waterfall Last Breath Slash, Cecilia's previous stunt!"

"Impossible, where did this kid from the countryside learn the Flying Waterfall's Last Breath Slash?"

"Oh, are you stupid?"

"Oh, I was stupid, I forgot."

There was a lot of discussion.

"Good guy, can you learn the way of waterfall and sword soul? You are worthy of being a young man who has come out of our evil wolf." Grand Duke Gerhart was dumbfounded.

"How long have you taught that kid?" King Joseph XI of Rezland couldn't close his mouth in shock, and even the hidden ghost Shaq's eyes widened.

"Ten days." Cecilia pursed her lips and snickered, and the great priest nodded with satisfaction: "It's just that he is not proficient enough to control his landing. Also, if he can be more proficient, Mecklen's head Already flew."

Cecilia held the Justice with one hand and quickly pushed it out, stopping the nobles and courts who were about to intervene. The high priest's voice like a clear spring was full of unquestionable effectiveness: "Personal grievances, wait for them to resolve themselves. .”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Inquisitor Hutten had no choice but to back away. Although Cecilia did not manage the Tribunal much, she was undoubtedly the theoretical supreme leader of the Tribunal, and she was the kind with unquestionable authority.

Celeste's eyes were shining brightly, and the Imperial Princess just stared at Sid lying on the ground. She couldn't accommodate another thing in her sight, and she didn't even pay attention to someone trying to talk to her.

Sid lay on the ground for about a minute. The recovery power brought by the Holy Grail of Nightmare made him as tenacious as a cockroach whose head could not be crushed. The white-haired boy turned over and walked towards the place where Mecklen fell.

The legendary devil was lying on a pile of rubble. Mecklen was almost cut in half by the waterfall, and he didn't have the recovery power of Sid. The earl couldn't get up at all. whine.

"Maharaja~ Maharaja, the great King of Pain - Heima!"

"Save me, save your believer, for the sake of his pious offering of sacrifices, save him."

Sid slowly came in front of Mecklen. He put down the Swift Sword Temple light sword, his left palm was upright, and the thumb and index finger of his right hand were pressed against the palm of his left hand to make a fist.

With the lightning gushing, a golden energy giant sword is coming out of his palm following his movements.

"Die." Sid said coldly.

Gift of relief!

However, things didn't end there.

In the next second, an unrivaled force grabbed his body and sent Sid's body flying. He fell and adjusted his posture at the last moment without any risk.

There was a loud noise, and the impact of the fall made a big hole in the ground, and Sid landed on one knee.

When he raised his head and looked around, he could hardly believe what he saw.

A blood red covered Earl Mecklen's body, and a huge domain appeared above his body, in which there were countless torture instruments and torture tools of astonishing size, and living flesh and blood danced among these terrifying torture instruments.

There are intricate corridors and doorways all over the domain, all leading to a vast pool of blood in the center—at least a few thousand meters in diameter, filled with boiling and frenzied hell flames, and extending out countless A forked iron chain, a supreme being is located in the center of the iron chain, and its huge claws are approaching Sid!

Mecklen's prayers were successful.

The Seven Kings of Hell, the Maharaja of Pain - Heima appears!

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