Black sail

Chapter 544 CLXXVIII. Insects

The lake light was cold, reflecting the murderous intent.

"His name is Henrik, also known as Alan Jueda. He was invincible forty years ago. It was said that his sword skills were unrivaled in history. However, he was just seeking fame and reputation. I killed him with one blow and hanged him at the city gate for public display. His wife, Eliza, was just a lowly bartender. I had her head chopped off and the two traitors executed to show the king's grace and power."

Zote raised his left hand and stared at his palm, as if he was playing with the head of the woman in his memory.

Magnus's eyes narrowed.

"Okay! Today, I will avenge them!"

The revenge for his father's murder that lasted for nearly thirty years was finally exposed to the light of day.

Magnus wants to use his crippled body and wield the broken sword left by his father to take back all the lives that Zoth had taken away.

"Are you qualified? Alexi, go and kill him."

Zote didn't care. He ordered his henchmen to kill the ignorant cripple as if he were dealing with a dead dog.

The Sword of Time named Alexi is the best among them. It has the divine power blessed by the Chief Judge. This sword seems to have been slashed from the future.

As soon as Zote finished speaking, a sword flew towards him as fast as a ghost. Magnus immediately drew out his broken sword and the two men passed each other.

The shallows were split apart for a moment, and the air currents that broke through the air raised huge waves to both sides.

All of a sudden.

Blood gushed out wildly, rushing out. Magnus' face and chest were cut, and his skin and flesh were turned inside out.

But Magnus was faster.

At some point he pulled back the broken knife tied to the chain and tangled it in his hand.

The Sword of Time named Alexi seemed to have been sifted through a wire fishing net, and disappeared into the water in pieces of angular flesh.

Zote raised an eyebrow.

The rest of the heavy-armored priests and the Sword of Time surrounded them, and Zote raised his hand to stop them. It seemed that they were not second-rate characters.

"Okay! I agree to your terms.

A duel of life and death, sounds fair, I will also ask the heavens for divination, use my own life to predict good or bad luck!"

Zote also picked up the saber. If he won, he would advance on both the east and west fronts from tomorrow, capture everyone including the terrorists, the army, the resistance, and the pirates, and take Muron into his possession.

At this moment, the sun is scorching and there is no wind.

But the yellow sand was flying, the swords were whistling, and the human figures were jumping.

Zoter stood there, slapping the water with his knife out of boredom, splashing waves, then raised his finger to the man with the broken hand, telling him to come over.

Magnus' legs were as fast as the wind, as if he was stepping on the lake water, flying quickly in the air.

There was a loud sound of metal clashing, sparks flew, and the eardrums hurt. The sound waves caused ripples on the surface of the lake like an invisible rainstorm.

With the two of them as the center, waves splashed up and became more and more turbulent.

It was hard to tell which of Zote and Magnus had the faster sword, but it was clear that they both wanted to be faster than the other.

I couldn't see who was stabbed.

All that could be seen was the streams of blood between the two of them, dyeing the lake water red.

How many knives are needed to vent thirty years of hatred?

Just one blow, the one that took Zote's life, was enough.

This knife does not need to be fancy, it just needs to be sharp enough. It can cut through the wind and cut off hatred.

But Magnus had to find this knife for a long time.

His body was covered with wounds and blood was pooling. His standard military knife was knocked away, leaving only a broken blade.

A swish sound.

The broken knife wrapped in chains flew towards Zote's neck as fast as lightning.

But Zoth moved his body and lightly pressed the blade on Magnus' shoulder. His father was defeated by this move in the past.

The airflow burst out with a force that seemed only as light as a feather.

The gap was as insurmountable as a chasm.

The blade made of the fine steel of the ancient Shenzhou shattered again, and the saber made of ordinary rough iron from Zoth was also all bent, but it was still no problem to stab Magnus to death.

The knife pressing on Magnus' shoulder didn't exert any force at all, but it felt like a heavy burden pressing down on him.

Plop.

Magnus was completely desperate and exhausted. He knelt in the shallow pool of the lake, his eyes out of focus.

Just like Marcus once said.

He should have died in...

That snowy night twenty-eight years ago.

End this useless and tragic life early.

"To be honest, I admire you people. Inheriting the will of the dead, like cockroaches, time and time again, this seems to be your way of fighting against this world.

I used to be a knight's squire.

I did a lot of dirty work for that man and killed many people who had no grudge against me. All his achievements were established by me.

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But when those enemies came knocking on the door.

But none of them are useful, just like you.

The fastest knife can cut through the past and kill your past self. What you are carrying is too heavy.

So you are incredibly slow and too weak..."

Zote raised the bent saber and stroked the bloody blade, as if using a ruler to draw across the long border of Old Aram.

"It's time to fulfill your promise. Let that woman go. I am a man of my word. Now I will spare your life, but tell me where Priest Sharon is."

Zote casually threw the broken saber into the lake, where it sank to the bottom, and spoke lightly.

Suddenly the wind became very strong, as if something was stirring up the heaven and earth.

"what is that!"

A clergyman looked at the shadow sweeping across the sky, covering the sun and turning the surroundings into darkness. There was no cloud in the sky at this time. What on earth could it be?

Zote was shocked. Was there a dragon disaster in Mulon?

"I'm so sorry, Caruso, but I'm going to look for the big black guy. Port of Heaven is full of boring people. Hmm? The lake below is so beautiful! I want to go there! Is this the Mirror Sea? Dead Face's hometown is not as big as I imagined."

These words.

Garsek has been made into a god. The dead face is obviously referring to Ox. This girl has reached her rebellious stage. Her wording is very explosive. After all, she has been working in a profession at the bottom of the contempt chain for a whole year. This is the most important period for her to establish her world outlook, values ​​and outlook on life.

Caruso said he wanted to take Fafna for training, but Garsek thought he was too conservative.

In addition, compared with the two of them, Caruso's speed was like a wheelchair racing against a subspace spaceship. Caruso was directly turned into a lonely old man.

Garsek slept for seven hundred years, but in the world he came to nine hundred years ago, during the reign of Empress Engma, his knowledge was far superior to that of the local people who had only received prenatal education.

"That's not the Mirror Sea. The Mirror Sea is much bigger than this. It's called the Salt Lake, where humans mine salt."

"Those boats are so strange! They're completely different from the ones in Paradise Harbor. They're not blown away by the wind! I want to go see them!"

"Forget it, there seems to be a fight going on over there, don't interfere."

Garsek didn't want anything to happen unexpectedly. After hearing about what happened to the Emperor, she hadn't seen such an awesome person in the past nine hundred years, let alone the time of Empress Enigma.

"I'm going!"

"well……"

After the two women landed on the shallow beach near the salt-collecting ship, Fafner first played in the water happily, then looked at the tactical people with dark faces and made an extremely hip-hop Salute salute gesture, "AKA, God..."

Before Fafnir could finish her words, Garsek interrupted her and said, "This girl is too silly and really needs some more exercise."

The clergy who reacted were no longer surprised by the strange weather just now, as it turned out to be due to these two existences.

"Tsk."

Zote clicked his tongue, he really should ask the sect members to bring him the armor made of magic patterns that he wore back then, but it didn't matter.

What an ugly crawler.

(End of this chapter)