The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 259 The Wind Killing Song!

The Continent of Gods and Demons is located near the Jagged Empire and the primeval forest.

"Hurry up! Damn you stupid pig!" A wretched mercenary beat the slaves who were struggling forward with ankle chains and bracelets with a whip in his hand.

"Ali, these damned slaves are advancing at such a speed, I'm afraid it will be a few days before we return to Iron Cavalry City!" Another middle-aged mercenary walked up to the wretched mercenary. Beside the soldier, he patted and said.

"Fucking stupid pigs, what can they do if they walk so slowly?" Wei Suo's mercenary Ali was very angry. Having said that, he couldn't help cursing a few words, and whipped his whip at the slaves in front of him. , swearing while smoking.

The slaves who were whipped by Ali didn't say a word. They knew their fate. In this era, being sold as slaves to others and being whipped by mercenaries is already considered a very good fate!They are even lower than ants!They are just a group of unnamed slaves who were killed arbitrarily!

The flogging and insults that have been coming for a long time have numb the hearts of these people. They can't resist and can only bear it silently.

Beside a certain tree not far away, a man in black had a panoramic view of all this, turned around, and the man had disappeared beside the tree.

"Boss, there is a team near us. Judging from the situation, it seems to be a slave trader! Should we..." Na Barnick walked to Chu Mo's side, and made a beheading gesture while telling the situation.

"What do you think?" Chu Mo turned to look at his team members.

Xue Xue stood aside indifferently, his whole body was wrapped in a black magic robe, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but it was not difficult to guess from the certain aura emanating from his body that Xue Xue's indifference contained He was a little excited, because he knew he was going to kill someone, and he liked the smell of blood.

The cold Nabalu seems to stand forever like a thousand-year-old ice prison. He stands, his long sword tightly held in his hand, and each sword of this person seems to be connected as one. In his icy eyes What was revealed was full of murderous intent!
Iaquinta, the orc warrior, probably hates slave traders the most. He is an orc. In the days when humans and orcs fought for a long time, the orcs that were not caught were all slaves, so whenever slave traders appeared, his pupils The middle club was covered with bloodshot eyes, and he clenched the two giant axes with trembling hands. His trembling was excitement, and he was trembling with desire for bloodthirsty.

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Hans grinned loudly, showing his white teeth. His rough face had some holy light. He was dressed in a white priest's robe, with a one-meter-long iron rod pinned to his waist. , This is his sign, he is gearing up and waiting for Chu Mo's order.

Compared with the roughness of the previous people, Kadi is much more elegant. He gently wiped his love sword with a silky white towel, his long royal blue hair was calm and automatic, and his melancholy blue eyes kept flickering. There were bursts of killing intent.

The bewildered Bean stood aside, he had already gently removed the giant bow behind his back, and kept strumming the bowstring, a glint of light flashed in his eyes that should have been muddy.

Zeng Xiaoren casually found a tree stump to lie down and rest, with a lazy smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, he kept touching the rings in his hand, but he seemed to prefer touching the little finger of his left hand without the ring.

Barnick, the thief standing in front of Chu Mo, has silently held the dagger exuding blue light tightly in his hand, and has put a black scarf on his face. There is no murderous look on his body, only A kind of indifference, a possibility of sudden outbreak in a state of indifference.

"Kill!" Chu Mo gently straightened the black magic robe, with a slight arc drawn at the corner of his mouth, and a clean voice sounded from the corner of his mouth.

After everyone heard this, there was a firmness in their eyes.

This is the Dark Night Mercenary Group. It only needs to do this, and the slave group will disappear today.

Completely disappeared on the land of gods and demons, and was completely wiped out by the dark night mercenary group!
In the woods where there was still some sunshine, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

The mercenaries who were driving the slaves felt something was wrong. They took out their weapons and stood behind the slaves, their eyes full of doubts.

Suddenly, there was a figure on the road not far away.

"Who is it?" A courageous mercenary clenched his weapon and shouted loudly.

The man didn't speak, just stood there quietly, motionless, holding a long sword in his hand, the long sword was still in the simple scabbard, but the surrounding area was full of sword energy.

"Who the hell are you?" Irritation is a scourge. When a person is impatient, he is not far from failure, but failure here has a price, and that price is life!One life, even the life of the whole team!

The courageous mercenary picked up his weapon, ignored the eyes of his companions, and slashed at the figure standing in front of him.

But before he walked over, the man moved, his hand seemed to have been raised, and his hand was now placed on the hilt of the sword. The courageous mercenary stared at his eyes, and touched his neck in disbelief. Out of warm blood, is this his blood?
He wanted to stop the blood, but he found that it was futile.Because his blood was draining rapidly, blood was flowing from his neck, his stomach, and his limbs.

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As if his legs and feet could no longer support his body, with a 'shua' sound, his body fell down, his limbs were disintegrated, his head fell directly to his feet, and the blood was still puddling Splashing, he still doesn't understand why he died, his eyes were staring tightly, but not long after, the darkness came, and the corners of his mouth seemed to move, but he still didn't make any sound, and then fell into a Endless darkness.

"Ah! Ali!" In the slave group, the mercenaries shouted loudly.

They really couldn't imagine that a human life disappeared like this, and this person was still their partner, that obscene-looking Ali who liked to beat slaves and gang-raped female slaves with them on weekdays!

The wind was still blowing, and the figure in front of the road was still standing there faintly, as if his body hadn't moved at all, the right hand that was holding down the hilt of the sword was now slowly loosened, and it landed on the right hand smoothly. Next to their legs, sword energy still surrounds them all around.

They are desperate, who the hell is this?I didn't even see him draw his sword, and a person was disintegrated by him just like that. Could it be that he is the legendary holy swordsman?No...no...no...it is impossible for a holy swordsman to kill an ordinary mercenary with such a cruel method...

Their hearts are full of fear and anxiety.

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"You... who are you?" The frightened mercenaries kept asking.

But as soon as their words fell, there were screams behind them. They turned their heads and saw that the partner behind him had decapitated at some point, blood was flowing continuously, and the air around him was full of blood. Smell of blood and urine, the slaves watched all this calmly, a troublesome string in their eyes seemed to be touched gently, but slowly closed again, they just watched calmly All of these, these bastards who insulted them and whipped them on weekdays, finally fell to the ground one by one, bleeding profusely, while the living ones felt worse than death. Anxious and fearful expressions appeared on their faces one after another.

"People always rely on themselves!" A voice full of evil spirits suddenly came from here.

The mercenaries trembled and turned to look around. The calm and numb eyes of the slaves were full of doubts.

"People... always rely on themselves!" The voice still sounded, ringing in everyone's ears.

"Who is it? Who is it?" The mercenaries cried out in a crying voice.

But no matter how they yelled, yelled, or begged, the words "People always rely on themselves!"

This sentence is like an element that seems to be full of magic power.

Slowly took root and sprouted in the slave's heart.

The originally numb and calm slaves raised their heads. They looked around and saw a black shadow flashing not far away.

"Who the hell?" The mercenary, who was obviously crying, cried out in despair as he looked at the black shadow not far away, his body trembling.

"People always rely on themselves!" This is still the answer to him!
The black figure slowly appeared in front of everyone, he walked forward slowly, getting closer and closer to people, the wind was getting stronger, his clothes also appeared in the sight of everyone, the black magic robe, maybe The reason for the wind, or maybe something else, the hat that originally covered his face was blown down by the wind, and it hung behind the robe, and his long black hair was casually draped over the black magic robe.

He raised his head, and the first thing he saw was those eyes shining brightly like black jewels, staring closely at everyone present.

His skin is not black or white like others, his skin is white with a little yellow, his nose is straight, the corners of his mouth are slightly curved, and a strange arc appears on his face, with this kind of With a very playful and charming evil smile, he said: "People always rely on themselves!"

(End of this chapter)