Eight’s Crown

2021-03-01

  Chapter 1108 Isn’t she the master? (33)

After hearing the bad words of Mustard Hinako, the Masked Servant became very irritable for some reason. After a sharp scream, he raised the double-edged long sword in his hand and pierced in the direction of Lucia. Come.

The imposing manner is imposing manner, and the figure is like a ghost. The long sword disturbs the airflow and makes a vague whistling sound.

He should be a Servant of the Saber rank, so although he looks slender and weak, he still has some strength. After all, he is also known as the best rank.

It's just that this kind of strength is very unattractive in Lucia's eyes.

Accompanied by the flickering rays of light, a magnificent long knife emerged from his hand, and then he was coldly swung down.

"Qiang——!"

The brilliant blade light crossed the night sky, and at the same time brought a handful of gorgeous blood.

"Choke!"

The magic knife that slashed everything smashed the sharp sword into pieces in an instant, turning it into fragile fragments.

"Oh!"

With just one knife, the masked follower is as if was struck by lightning, the chest shirt is broken, and a lot of blood seeps out, and the whole person is involuntarily covered. sword qi The frenzy swept up and flew backwards.

At this moment, there was still a confused look in his eyes. Before he even realized what was happening, he felt a huge force sweeping over him. Before he went to the other party, others had already encountered it. Hit hard.

The figure of the masked follower fell out like a rag sack and rubbed a dozen meter away on the mud before he could stop. The blood gushing from his chest quickly congealed into a pool of blood and stained red. ground.

"...Ah, what the Lord Overlord said is true?"

In a trance, the masked follower remembered that when he first met in the village during the day, the overlord Xiang Yu once The words that have been said.

If he didn't come out at that time, he couldn't even take a single move.

Now it seems that the calculation is extremely accurate.

If he hadn't had the concept of half-strokes, then he might not even be able to take half-strokes, and he would lose even more embarrassed.

The gap is too big to be calculated at all. The difference between the two is simply a dimensional difference.

This kind of monster has been out of the category of the follower. Even if the Immortal God in is legend comes, it may not be able to match this person, right?   It's a pity that he couldn't even detect the scale of the opponent's true strength, and he couldn't bring that adult an intelligence advantage.

"...Master."

Clearly aware of the vitality in the body, the masked slave struggled to get up from the ground, trying to detect the only one Tell the adult of the information.

That man is a monster beyond imagination. If there is no absolute certainty, he must not provoke that man. Otherwise, let alone your wish cannot be fulfilled, even your life will be... …

"King Lanling!"

The sound of consternation rushed into the ears, and the masked slave lifted the head.

Seems like a literary girl, but in fact has a violent personality, and the use of slaves is quite improper mustard hinako, arrived slowly in front of the masked slaves.

She was actually behind a few people, observing the situation from a distance, but she didn’t expect that her servant would be killed by the other side with a slash, even a slight sign. Can't tell.

By the time she reacted, it was too late.

Judging from the scale of the knife mark on his chest, I am afraid that the knife has penetrated into the internal organs, and ordinary people will die in an instant, and even the followers can't survive this moment.

"...Master, please forgive me for being incompetent."

The masked follower tried to show a wry smile, but stepped into a pool of blood, and he couldn't help but feel it. Falling into the arms of Mustard Hinako, the blood also stained the skirt of her body.

"So, please use the following as a guide to restore your true posture...!"

But he still struggled with his gnashing teeth.

"How could I do that kind of thing!"

Kakuko's eyes widened, and mixed emotions of anger and sentiment appeared in her eyes.

"Just treat it as...Wow, for Master Xiang Yu!"

The masked servant vomited a big mouthful of blood again, and looked at Mustard Hinako with stubborn eyes. Blood and words were spit out at the same time.

"In order to fulfill your tragic wish for thousands of years... I, the King of Lanling, would like to contribute his last strength with this broken body!"

"..."

Mustard hinako was stunned immediately.

After a long silence, after changing her expression several times, she was unwilling to nodded and made a decision.

"I see, thank you..."

While she said that, she drooped her head, opened her pink and red lips, with sharp teeth appearing in her mouth, and she bit her On the neck of King Lanling.

"Lanling King...It is said that he was a military commander who played for the Northern Qi in the Southern and Northern Dynasties of China. He not only has extraordinary art of war and bravery, but also has the beauty of name shakes the whole world."

Musashi sighed sharply when he looked at King Lanling in the pool of blood and the mustard young child who hurriedly arrived.

"It's a pity that in the end, she was so powerful that she was killed by the emperor."

Lucia squinted over.

"...Aiya, of course it is Lucia-chan, you are the most handsome!"

Musashi blinked, and it took a while to realize it, and then suddenly hehe with a smile on his face and praise.

It's hard to tell who is handsome.

It is true that Lucia has a magical appearance, which can unconditionally attract many men and women and get their favor, but King Lanling also has the beauty of becoming an allusion-level. After becoming a follower, this beauty is unlimited Zoom in, I'm afraid it has reached the point where it is close to the curse.

Without a general election of tens of thousands of people, it may be difficult to distinguish between the two in appearance.

"However, do we look too wicked like this?"

In the pool of blood not far away, Musashi looked at the king of Lanling who was miserably confessing his last words. , Asked Lucia in a low voice.

It's not that she moved the compass. At any rate, she was also the Swordsman of the war era, and she also stepped on the corpses of countless people to reach this point.

This scene is really weird.

Those who know, of course know that the opposite party initiated the provocation. Those who don’t know think they are the Demon King killing without blinking an eye, and the opposite is the brave who challenged the Demon King and she is confessing The teammate of the last words.

"Anyway, there is no one around, so the wicked are wicked."

Lucia waved her hand, not caring too much.

"Well, that's true!"

Musashi thought for a while, and soon gave up on the problem.

While the two were talking, the situation on the other side suddenly changed.

Mustard young child grows fangs from his mouth and bites on King Lanling's body, swallowing all the blood in his body together with the power of the spirit foundation into his own mouth.

Accompanied by life's deterioration, King Lanling gradually lost his vitality. After losing his eyes, his body gradually turned into golden particles and dissipated.

But on the other hand, Kazuki's body suddenly burst out with incomparably vast magic power, and the fierce blood energy formed a boundless sea of ​​blood, which expanded from her body like a tsunami.

"What happened?"

Musashi looked at Kakuko, incredulously.

"Isn't she the master?"

(End of this chapter)