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Weston half-kneeled weakly on the ground, panting weakly.

Staring ahead, there was a depression under his eyes that was exactly the same as that of Vlad III, representing deep exhaustion.

The great sword Balmonk in his hand had disappeared from his hands at some point. He turned around and lay down on the ground, looking at the black smoky sky created by that blow.

With one blow, he had already poured all the magic power absorbed from Vlad III's attack into this sword, so the result of lying down in seconds after such a blow is also a matter of course.

The battle scene it presents is the symbolic building of the Yugdo Mirenia clan. This building that has not changed after countless wars for hundreds of years—the city of Mirenia, half of it was wiped out by him.

"This evil symbolic building of medieval aristocrats has been destroyed, so it's considered a reward for using your abilities... Spartacus." Weston smiled weakly.

Of course, the reason for the fact is not this.

But the moment his weakness is seen through, he must fight to the death.

This is also a kind of gamble, if he can kill Vlad III, he can have a chance to harvest Vlad III's treasure, the death penalty king, and recover after receiving the gift of 'upgrade', even in the face of the arrival of other servants. fear.

on the contrary……

"Hey!"

A thorn suddenly pierced from various parts of Weston's supine body. The thorn did not show any sign of hitting his body, but passed a position that limited the distance of a few centimeters from his body, distorting the surrounding terrain. Filled, making his body unable to move any more.

In a blink of an eye, the gaps between the limbs of the arms and legs were all fixed by the slender spikes. Even if they were not ordered like nails, the angles of the slender spikes completely restricted his limbs. range of movement.

"Tch, did you lose the bet?"

"Ha... ha..." gasped.

From far away, Vlad III came over with a messy and embarrassed figure. His robe was in pieces, covering his body with pieces of skin that seemed to be scorched by flames, looking extremely hideous .

"It's not that you lost the bet, but my luck." Vlad III responded weakly.

A girl in a magic dress who had lost three tentacles stood behind him, and there were also unconscious magicians Selenekai and Coles caught by two broken limbs of tentacles on the ground.

Her face was also pale, and she almost sat down, but Vlad III made a support point with piles, allowing him to barely stand up.

"Accept it! You saved my life today." Vlad III turned around and said, this was the first time he put down his posture and used "I" instead of calling himself a king.

"If this Archer's master hadn't used the magic dress to grab me and instantly formed a defensive wall to retreat, I would have faced that blow head-on, and I would have been like this half of the castle that was wiped out. Just disappear into the real world, right?"

Of course, he can also use stakes to resist.But that result no longer exists. The real fact is that the girl's dictatorship kept him alive.

"So I lost at the hands of a young girl? Sure enough, women always do bad things at critical moments." Weston reluctantly tilted his head, most of the sight blocked by the pile, he could only see a man in black long A pair of long legs exposed by women in shorts.

Fiore frowned suddenly. Is this guy who looks alluring and cheap to her a straight male cancer?Be respectful to women, what a bad guy.

However, looking around, except for her younger brother and the black magician Selene Kai in the castle, all the artificial people around were dead.

The hundreds of corpses and the large area of ​​the castle that was directly wiped out by a sword made Fiore feel horrified. This is something that a human being can do, it is simply unbelievable.

"Lancer! My uncle..."

"Danic is fine, my connection with him is still there." Vlad III shook his head, he sighed in his heart that Danik was lucky, because Danik's room happened to be at the other end of the castle, otherwise he would have been unconscious under the sword Danik was probably vaporized directly in his sleep.In that case, he also needs to find a new master.

But the fact of all this is that Lady Luck is on their side.

Vlad III looked at Weston in the distance, they had already won!

"Although these spikes appear through magic power, if [it's not an attack], the concept is different. Give up, the piles around you are already dead objects, they are just a pile of iron and wood."

"It really doesn't give me a chance to take the initiative to get hurt..." Weston laughed: "Although I really want to cover my face and look like a villain after defeat, but my arms are restricted. Couldn't move at all."

"If you laugh now, you should cry later." Vlad III snorted lightly: "You are not resisting the oppressor at all, but you chose to do your best because you were afraid of being consumed by us to death. I have to say that you Such a reckless behavior is actually a wise decision at this time. Because even if you don't use that blow, the final result is nothing more than being consumed by me to the same fate as before, but you let it appear in advance! "

Weston: "..."

"Let me be in the land of Tuliphas, but almost return to the Seat of Heroes. You, a human being, are already proud of this. However, everything is over!" Vlad III made final verdict.

A stake appeared in the hands of Vlad III, standing tall next to Weston's head: "You are as weak as you are now, if you suffer a fatal attack...even if you have some kind of repair system in your body, Even if you have [Honor of the Victim], which is a reserved skill of the red Berserker, the mana you absorb won't be enough to recover you from death, right?"

"I won't die."

"Everyone is mortal!" The spike was stabbed from Vlad III's hand without hesitation, and the pointed point was aimed at the center of Weston's eyebrow.

"Ugh...!"

Hey~!

The moment a golden lightning stabbed down, lightning flashed from the spike, and the spike suddenly broke at 3.02 cm between Weston's eyebrows, turning into shattered pieces.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, rumbling thunder suddenly sounded, and the surrounding air began to gather unnaturally.

A golden lightning bolt struck from afar, instantly pouring onto Vlad III's body and the surrounding fixed stakes, everything was shattered into pulverized particles.Vlad III stared in astonishment at the tip of the spear with the broken stake in his hand, and then looked at the direction of the attack.

I saw a petite figure shrouded in golden lightning, holding a war hammer, rushing over with a roar.

"Berserker Frankenstein the Black? Remember that Darnic described you as an artificial human, and it was too late to save your Master." Vlad III's face was gloomy, even if the stakes were destroyed, he would not There will be a second time to make this man gasp.

The stabbing shot extended from the heart of Weston's body, which had caused a short period of rigidity last time. At this moment, Vlad III was also convinced that under such weakness, Weston would never have a chance to recover...

At the moment of this activation, from the time when the magic power was gathered to the time when the thorns formed in Weston's head, there was a force that was faster than him.

"Ahhhh...!" Frankenstein from afar let out a roar, she directly put the warhammer on the ground, stepped towards Weston's side, and the figure gathered lightning. At this moment, she Breaking through the space, like lightning... No, she is the incarnation of lightning at this moment.

In an instant, Frankenstein arrived in front of Weston, and quickly embraced his master, and the lightning overload blasting all over his body was conducted into Weston's body. Every cell is paralyzed, even burned by high-voltage lightning.

This is by no means a kind greeting from the Master who has not seen him for a long time, as it can be seen from the fact that Weston's eyes have turned white.