Mythic Card Master: Start with a Knight

Chapter 35 The end of the era

Chu Ming's coercion spread all over the capital, and the dukes and nobles couldn't bear the desire to run away. They honestly gathered the painters in the family together and marched them to the square in a long line.

"My lord, we have completed your order."

Arman, who had despised Chu Ming at the noble banquet last week, showed a flattering expression and knelt down on the ground.

"Well done."

The corner of Chu Ming's mouth raised, he grabbed the collar of the man's clothes, and lifted him up.

"My lord...why?!"

Arman struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly, with a look of fear on his face.

"To thank you, I decided to start with you first."

"no, do not want!"

Ignoring the man's words, Chu Ming cast his eyes on the dozens of painters who were terrified and bowed in front of them.

These are domestic servants specially trained by noble families. Their greatest ability is to praise the greatness, and use brushes and paints to paint the master's great achievements.

Now these people will record this massacre, erase the false glory of the past, draw the ugly posture of the troll struggling and fearing, and use unprecedented bloody pictures to impact and shake the spiritual foundation of the existence of the troll.

"What's your name?"

Chu Ming asked an old gray-haired painter ahead of him.

When the old painter saw the young man asking him, his knees went limp on the spot, and he replied nervously:

"My lord, Juan is my name."

"Very good, these painters are in your hands."

Chu Ming glanced at all the painters present with majestic eyes.

"Pick up your paintbrush and paint for me what happens next."

All the painters looked at each other when they heard the words, before they figured out what Chu Ming was going to do.

The boy threw Arman on the ground and stepped on it.

"puff!"

The huge force was transmitted to Arman's whole body, and his cervical spine could not bear the force and broke on the spot.

The man vomited blood, unable to even speak, and his breath gradually weakened.

Then, under the shocked eyes of all the painters, Chu Ming moved his wrist, swung the long sword, and there was a scorching sound, and Arman's head flew out.

"what!!!"

Seeing such a bloody scene, several painters turned pale and knelt down to vomit.

Some people even couldn't bear such a bloody scene and fainted on the spot.

"Juan, pat them awake."

"Yes... my lord."

The old painter's face became tense, fearing that Chu Ming would kill someone if he didn't agree with each other, he hurriedly called several painters to wake up the fainted painter.

"Give me a good drawing, or he will be your fate."

Chu Ming left a word indifferently and walked towards Jiawen.

"You can't kill me!"

Jiawen panicked, endured the heavy pressure, forcibly straightened his body and stepped back.

"Gavan Spears, haven't you always wanted to save the world, save humanity?"

Hearing Chu Ming's words, the man froze for a moment.

"Only when you die can the world be redeemed."

"Bullshit!" Jiawen suddenly became angry, "It's all bullshit! I can't die!"

The blood in the man's eyes became more and more intense, and a tyrannical aura rose from his body. Using both hands and feet, he rushed to Chu Ming like a wild beast, stretching out his sharp claws.

"sucker Punch."

Chu Ming shook his head slightly, and the black snake's perception was activated, and his right hand grabbed the man's thick neck with the momentum of thunder.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and he pushed the troll king to the ground.

Bang!
The ground cracked layer by layer, stone brick debris and soil flew out, a powerful impact erupted, and the man's eyes protruded, as if he was about to be squeezed out.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Ming stepped on the man and raised the hunter's sword high with both hands.

"Javan Spears."

The majestic voice of the young man spread throughout the entire capital with a shocking coercion.

When countless people heard this, they stopped at the same time, their eyes shook, and they looked in all directions of the square.

"The strongest troll king of this era."

"Dark Era 8414, was executed by the human knight Andrew in Lawton Square."

"Starting today, the era of trolls will end with this sword in my hand!"

After the words fell, the hunter's sword in Chu Ming's hand became hotter and hotter. Ignoring Jiawen's shout, he looked serious and swung the sword down.

Zizizi!
The head of the troll king flew high and fell in front of a city guard knight.

And from the broken neck of Jiawen's body, a large amount of black blood spewed out, and the blood rain fell on the faces of everyone in the square.

Spots of blood stained the people black and red. Shocked by this terrifying scene, they stared blankly at the fallen body of the Troll King, opened their mouths, and showed confusion in their eyes.

Suddenly, puffs of black mist rose from the city guard knights who had turned into ugly monsters. They had ferocious faces, howled in pain, and their bodies gradually became smaller and turned back into humans.

Immediately afterwards, ethereal clicks sounded, like glass shattering, resounding through the soul.

People looked at their bodies in confusion, and a sense of pleasure rose from their hearts, as if they had gained some kind of freedom.

Seeing this scene, Chu Ming knew that it was right to stimulate the spirit to speed up the shackles of the blood.

But this is far from enough, far from successful.

Chu Ming slowly approached a nobleman who had not turned back into a human, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him to the square.

Facing the cry of the troll nobleman, the boy remained indifferent.

"Why are you in a daze, continue to draw."

After Chu Ming woke up the sluggish painters, he turned around and threw the troll aristocrat out, and chopped off his head with a sword.

This was not to vent his anger, nor to satisfy his desire to kill.

This massacre will be recorded in the form of oil paintings, and then spread throughout the world, announcing the end of the era of trolls to the world, thus prompting more people to break free from the shackles of blood.

The massacre continued from dawn to dusk, and Chu Ming couldn't count how many trolls he had executed.

When he put down the blood-soaked long sword, the whole square was already blood-red, the blood soaked every inch of the ground here, and the corpses of the trolls piled up into a hill, emitting a stench, making people pale .

The painters knelt on the ground, allowing the blood to stain the white dress red. They kept the brushes in their hands, and painted the bloody scenes with their hands.

"call……"

Chu Ming sat down in front of the troll's corpse hill, exhaled slowly, and looked up at the warm yellow sunset.

As the sun went down, the era of trolls came to an end.

Chu Ming's eyes began to blur, the loud cries and the blood-red ground gradually moved away from him.

When he was about to exit the writing state, he suddenly saw the golden light surge in the history book beside him, as if a new card had been born.

"Is this a domain card?!"

Chu Ming's mind shook, and the next second his consciousness was surrounded by silence, and he quit the writing state.

(End of this chapter)