I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Kurumi turned his head and stared at Tony with his golden, inorganic clock eyes.

"Pfft." Tony, who didn't realize that something was wrong, suddenly laughed.

"Hey, why did you suddenly come up with such a posture. Although it's true that you are a recalcitrant god who controls time, what do you want to do when you look like a 'Tianshan Tongmao'."

"Did you laugh at the enemy?"

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"Heh..." Kuang San smiled coldly.

She doesn't know anything else. Today this guy is dead, but she knows it very well.

Forget the time... it should be almost there.

Koda-

A huge golden costume appeared behind Kurumi, and at this moment her head had just reached the bottom edge of the clock.

Kurumi was engulfed by the black and red shadow and disappeared in place.

She flew towards Tony, and the cool night wind was blowing, and Kuang San's figure gradually elongated, from a young loli to a dignified and virtuous lady for a while.

The childishness on his face disappeared, replaced by Ling Lie's murderous aura.

"Hey! You're really playing!" The holy sword Ascalon was called out by him again.

But although Tony looked so nervous, his face was clearly full of expectations.

In the previous game, he was squandered so much power by St. George, and then was crushed, but he felt that losing was not enough.

"Don't worry, I'll 'pamper' you." Kurumi licked the muzzle of the gun standing in front of his lips.

"Even if you are maimed...I will use 'Zayin' to save you..."

"Then... beat you again."

Kurumi made a terrifying speech.

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On the other side, in the place where Kuang San and the two little girls were resting, Erica rummaged around to find out what had been stolen.

Everything was in order in the room, as if no one had touched it at all.

But she was sure that something must have been stolen.

It is impossible for the other party to come over for no reason just to hang out.

But she has sorted out all the bags and so on, and found nothing unusual.

Erica sat down on the head of the bed.

In the end... what's missing?

Looking at the crooked pillow, she finally remembered.

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That magic book.

Chapter 41 The Girl by Lake Trito

The lonely spring night is still a little cold.

There was no trace of people in Tostana's countryside, and Tony stood in front of Kurumi again with the slightly wider holy sword Ascalon in his hand.

Although it is also possible to hold a dragon spear in two, as expected, only when holding the sword can the state really burn.

Tony put the sword in his hand in the middle of his body.

It is an ordinary posture that makes people feel very boring and not gorgeous.

In fact, the holy sword Ascalon is not very suitable for Tony, it is too short, and Tony prefers the long and heavy broad sword.

Just like the gesture Reinhardt showed in the hands of San Raphael.

Unfortunately, he knew almost nothing about magic, and Saint Raphael had already gifted the magic sword to that little girl.

Pursuing victory as well as failure, Tony maintained an almost majestic aura and wielded the holy sword Ascalon.

That aura was so unyielding and majestic... Although, maybe it wasn't necessarily because Tony was just a simple idiot.

Sting...cutting...cutting, he showed superb sword skills in battle.

The slightly shorter broad sword seemed to sever Kurumi's body, but Tony didn't dare to relax at all, the sword cut without the slightest sense of reality, and he suddenly pulled back.

Sure enough, it was only the shadow that was cut off.

It's just that the position he chose to leave the battlefield was really bad. The black and red shadow spread out like a sun wheel, and the girl who appeared from it pulled away and kicked at Tony's key point.

Seeing that the chickens were about to be beaten, Tony twisted his body sharply and slammed the sword down heavily. The black leather boots kicked the wide blade of Ascalon, and Tony stumbled back.

Facing the strongest enemy he had ever met, the young swordsman sank his heart and gave up his skills.

Mindless, mindless.

No worries, no worries.