The Advent of the Infinite King

"How dare you talk nonsense!" the gendarmerie captain shouted loudly.

Just before the gendarmerie captain was about to rush over to subdue Hasward, Juhabach got off his horse and walked slowly in front of Hasward.

"Sure enough, just as I saw." Yuhabach stared at Hasward, and said slowly: "You don't know what ability you have, and it's only natural that you can't make a sacred bow. You, like me, are A Quincy master with the ability to distribute."

Harthward put down his hands that were clenched on his arms, and looked blankly at Juhabach.

Yuhabach continued: "I have been searching for a long time, but after all, no Quincy with the same ability as me has appeared in the two hundred years since I was born."

Budsby's pupils began to constrict.

In Buzzby's impression, Juhabach heard that he was born two hundred years ago. A long time ago, such a Quincy would be born every few decades. It has not been born for hundreds of years. Now , the ancient legend...

"Hugelan, Hartsward."

Yuhabach said: "You can't absorb the spirits around you and transform them into your own power like other Quincy masters, you can only give power to those around you. I have the ability to give power and take away this power, but you It can’t do that.”

"Red-haired boy!" Yuhabach turned his head to look at Buzzby again, and said, "You should be able to feel that your strength has greatly improved every day during your life with this person. Do you think that is Is it your own power?"

Buzzby's pupils shrank suddenly, and a chill crept into his heart.

You Habach continued: "You should thank this man, it is he who turned you from incompetent into a genius."

In an instant, Buzzby seemed to have fallen into the bottom of an icy abyss.

"Let's go, Hugelan, Hasward." Yuhabach touched Hasward's head and said, "I need you."

Buzzby suddenly stood up from the ground, roaring like a beast.

"Go to hell, Juhabach!"

Amidst the roar of resentment and unwillingness, Lingzi's arrow galloped towards Yuhabach.

The next moment, Buzzby's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Hasward raised his hand and crushed the spirit arrow arrow that Buzzby shot.

Sweep!past and present!

Two souls colliding, destroying, merging.

In the corridor of the Ice Palace, Buzzby hit Hasward three times with his burning fingers, but was slashed by Hasward in the abdomen. His body smashed into the wall and fell outside the palace.

"Stop it, Buzz."

Hasward held a long sword, walked out of the palace, looked at Buzzby who fell on the ground and said softly: "No matter who wins or loses in the battle between us, it will be of no benefit to Your Majesty."

Buzzby supported his body with his arms, spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "It's of no benefit to Your Majesty? Of course, because the purpose of my coming here is to kill that Majesty!"

Hasward rolled his eyes.

"Burning Finger Four!"

The extremely scorching high temperature accumulated in Budsby's right index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger, and a knife-like flame surrounded the front of his right arm.

Afterwards, Buzzby flew towards Hasward.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear?" Hasward suddenly shouted, "Black barrier!"

Harsward jumped back, and the knife-like flame on Buzzby's arm instantly cut off the stone pillar beside him.

"What's the matter? Come on!"

Buzzby followed Hasward closely, and said loudly: "Do you still want to avoid the contest between us? Are you so easily afraid of losing to me? Hugo!"

Intertwined present and past...

Three years after Husward was taken away by Hughbach, Buzzby also entered the Knights of the Star Cross.

"Enough is enough." Harsward said with his long sword in his hand, his back turned to Buzzby, "Private fighting is prohibited within the Star Cross Knights, and breaking the rules is a death penalty. No matter how provocative you are, I have no intention of fighting with you." .”

After entering the Star Cross Knights, Buzzby kept asking Hasward to fight with him, but he was rejected every time.

"It's a disaster to be entangled by newcomers who have just joined the regiment." Looking at Hasward who had just gotten rid of Buzzby, the former gendarmerie captain leaned against the wall and said slightly ironically: "Could it be the regiment leader? Not enough prestige?"

"Maybe." Hathward glanced at him, and then said, "I will learn more from you, Deputy Commander Hubert."

Hubert gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at Buzzby's figure in the distance, and said, "That newcomer, he must be the monkey boy at that time, let me correct his usual rudeness. "

"Self-fighting in the Star Cross Knights is a capital crime." Hasward said indifferently: "Do you want to commit a capital crime because of such a guy?"

Volume 1 "Conan" Chapter [-] God Demon

"We are both gods and demons, for I will turn back the tide of time and bring the dead back to life."

Everything that has passed away is like hallucinations and dreams.

When he woke up, the surroundings were pitch black, Xie Chen opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was rendered like ink.

He was once the top killer in the world, and the acumen he had cultivated for a long time made him wake up quickly. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his waist, then frowned slightly, and stretched out his left hand to look and look.

"Really become a child..."

Looking around, this is a large empty room, the walls are white, the ceiling is white, and the carpet is dark brown.

The window panes are opaque, so you can't see the outside scenery while sitting on the bed, but the faint light coming in must be sunlight, so it seems that this is not a basement.

There is almost no decent furniture in the room, and the coffee table that matches the sofa contains a porcelain lighter, ashtray and cigarette case.

Xie Chen went over and opened the cigarette case to have a look, there was not even a single cigarette in it, no calendar or photos on the wall, nothing superfluous at all.

So Xie Chen went to the window and looked out, the sky was gray, but it didn't look like it was going to rain, Xie Chen looked for a long time, but still didn't see anyone, giving people a feeling of complete death.

Afterwards, Xie Chen left the window, sat on a chair, raised his head and looked up. There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The light bulb had a simple glass umbrella cover, and the umbrella cover was completely yellowed.

The room was cleaned cleanly, Xie Chen tried it with his fingers, both the tabletop and the window sill were spotless, and the window glass was also mirror-like.

Xie Chen slowly closed his eyes, thinking about where he was in the dark, the memory came back bit by bit, the scene began to focus, and the familiar melody, the gear of fate, sounded in his ears.

Suddenly, probably in the kitchen, there was the low and friendly sound of the spatula gada gada, and the shop lights came in through the crack of the door, pulling out a straight white light on the floor, the light was old and warm, with dust in it.

Xie Chen stood up from the chair, then walked to the door, gently unscrewed the knob, and pushed the door open.

In the kitchen, a girl who looked like a high school student was cooking, with her back turned to this side, bending over the pot to taste with a spoon.

When Xie Chen opened the door, the girl turned her face to this side.Afterwards, Xie Chen was slightly taken aback.

Even if it is just a glimpse, it is enough for him to grasp a clear picture.

"Maolilan..."

Tall and slender, with a beautiful and refreshing face, she was Mao Lilan at the age of seventeen. She was wearing the same clothes as in memory, a light blue half-sleeve dress, the difference was that her hair was tied up with hairpins.

Her breasts were slightly raised, and her neck was as white as porcelain just out of the cellar.

Seeing Xie Chen, Mao Lilan smiled warmly, making Xie Chen feel the world around him tremble violently, as if being quietly replaced by another world.

Tangible things fell apart for a while, and then returned to their original form.

"You're finally up." Mao Lilan said with a smile, her smile was like a flower blossoming.

Xie Chen couldn't make a sound, he was still in the process of putting himself together.

"It's kind of shy." After finishing speaking, Mao Lilan turned around and tasted the salted eggs again, "I heard that Dr. A Li said that you are sick, but how can he take care of you as an old man, so I want to take you to me go."

Xie Chen nodded, and said with some dullness: "I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"You're a child who speaks quite maturely." Mao Lilan approached Xie Chen, knelt down and said with a smile, "Little brother, how old are you?"