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Out of nowhere fear made him reach for the bowstring.

"Death struggle, that's all."

Swah——

An invisible blade cleanly severed Hassan's monstrous arm.

Another shot passed through the body of the assassin.

In an instant, a slash appeared on Assassin's shoulder, from the shoulder to the heart.

Cursed Hassan fell to the ground, Tristan said to him.

"Your body with a broken heart, your compatriots gave up their lives to catch my wrist and cut it off.

What can you do now..."

creep.creep.creep.

"...The arm is automatic...!? No, this is...!?"

Accelerate peristalsis.

High speed peristalsis.

The moment the crimson magic wrist was cut off, it rolled in Tristan's body like a runaway horse and boiling soup.

The cursed arm Hassan covered his severed chest, and the skull mask nailed to his face seemed to be smiling: "My arm is something that was plundered from the demon god [Sai Yi Tuo Nai].

Although it has been controlled by a spell...but now, the spell is lifted.

The Demon God will gain a physical body, and will devour me, the thief, and you, the sacrifice. "

"...!"

Tristan panicked and grabbed the moving magic wrist, trying to pull it out of his body.

However, no matter how hard this invincible superman tried, the dark red cursed thing was still firmly nailed to his body.

"Uoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Woohoo, how could we be using our spirit base as food! ? "

"Heh, heh...! It's really incredible, this kind of pain that seems to be piercing through the whole body alive!

And I'm sorry, Sir Tristan.Although you are an enemy, I really admire your ability.

We are also people who live by craft.How much painstaking effort did you put into that bow, how much tempering did you go through...

When I think of all the ghostly experiences you have had so far, I can't help but admire these years.

but!And that's why you're fit for hell!Let's go together, Tristan! "

"I, will I, die...! To be eaten by such an ugly monster!?"

He no longer looked at the Demon God in his arms, but looked at Assassin with an incredulous expression.

The knights of the round table roared passionately: "You will die too! The pain is the same! Why do you do this!?

Don't hesitate to sacrifice your own life! ...You obviously don't have the shackles of [Blessing]! "

"We don't need any blessings," Cursed Wrist replied.

"Coexist with the barren land, protect the compatriots living here, and regard the teachings produced on this land as all of yourself!

Don't care what other countries!Don't care what ideal country!We love the people who live on this land!

We live for it and we die for it!This is the original commandment of us as the old men of the mountains... Guwu! "

The last arrow shut Hassan the Cursed Wrist.

"It was your mistake to allow my right hand to move freely... As long as I have one finger, I can launch [Fernott]."

Tristan turned around and walked forward aimlessly, dragging his heavy body.

"Okay... It seems that I am hopeless... because I already have half of my body, which was eaten by the demon god...

Heretics or something... Originally, to me, they were insignificant existences...

Actually say what I am, I live by skills... Haha.This belief [phrasing] is too foul..."

Tristan, the son of sorrow, is a well-known handsome man in Britain.

Rumor has it that even goblins care about their appearance in front of him, and hide in the grass in order to rectify their appearance.

If the opponent is a woman, the glance will penetrate the archer in the women's heart before the arrow hits.

But now his neutral and handsome face has become too ferocious to be recognized.

Just then, Tristan's vision was restored.

"Did the eyeballs grow back..."

Falling to the ground, he stretched out his hand and looked at his fingers that had slaughtered countless lives.

Horny scales covered the white and slender fingers, and dagger-like white bones protruded from between the fingers, like a murder weapon.

It is no longer a human thing, it is a hand that only monsters that do not exist anywhere in this world have.

"In this way...the evil knight...finally became a monster so ugly that it is hard to look at it directly.

Ah.Since coming to this land... it's been a lot of sadness.But on his deathbed... he finally saw something pleasant.

It's really frightening, persistent... no, should I say, faith..."

"■■■■■■■■■■■■..."

The lump of flesh once called the Son of Sorrow squirmed.

……

……

……

"... Am I... still alive?"

Curse-arm Hassan lay dying on the ground.

I couldn't move my hands and feet, and the nerves in my whole body seemed to be torn apart.

"Haha... But, I can only last a few minutes at most."

There was a creepy sound not far away, and when he looked up, he could only see a vague and wriggling shadow in his blood-stained eyes.

"That's... the demon god [Saiyi Tuo Nao] who has obtained a flesh body... It seems that although it is a beast that only knows how to eat, it is nothing to mention...

But with my state, I can't do anything about him... Sorry, Saliya, Lu Shide, I too..."

A gust of wind blew over Hassan's cursed arm.

He looked up, only to see that the Demon God, who was still alive and kicking just now, had been beautifully divided into two.

The flat cross-section displayed after breaking the monster in two showed the executioner's divine swordsmanship.

"Are you... the first generation?"

Cursed Arm Hassan said to the person who instantly killed the Demon God.

"Ah, that's right."

Rhodes was taken aback for a moment, then said in a low voice.

"It's me."

It seems that because of the battle just now, Hassan the Cursed Wrist lost so much blood that he even regarded himself as King Hassan.

After returning to the battlefield from the Tower of the End, Rhode happened to see the Hassans fighting Tristan, so he decided to take back Tranquility.

Fortunately, we caught up.

When he was about to throw the fainted Qier into the conceptual universe, Hassan called him.

"Oh... the first generation, my lord... yes... I have already agreed, after the matter is completed, I will hand over this head..."

Cursed Arm Hassan tried his best to barely support an arm, and then knelt down in the direction of Rhodes.

"Please forgive me for what I am like now. My lord, please accept my head."

Rhodes glanced at Hassan the Cursed Arm, then turned and left.

"!?"

The giant man kneeling on the ground said in surprise: "Please, please wait a moment! Why...why didn't you take my life!?"

"It's strange what you said. Hassan's head was cut off just now."

Rhodes glanced at the corpse of the demon god from the corner of his eye, and said, "The arm of this corpse belongs to the curse arm, so this is the man with the curse arm."

I really didn't expect that I would not only play Beast VI, but also Grand Assassin.

If there is a Grand Actor...GrandActor, it must be me.

He said to Hassan, who was astonished, "You are no longer an old man in the mountains. Therefore, there is no need for me to attack you.

...Although it is our normal state to be exonerated by death.Unexpectedly...someone could complete the mission alive.

Keep your chest up.Immature assassin, you are the only one among the 19 of us who escaped Weng's shackles. "

"How...how could such a thing happen."

Hassan, who was left in place, muttered to himself with complicated emotions.

"Do you mean that I can stay in this era and do my best for the revival of the people of the mountain?

Haha...hahaha.Although I have also completed quite a few tasks, there is no task more worthwhile than this.

I, Hanam, will definitely risk my life to complete it..."

Well, come on, Cursed Wrist.

Rhodes picked up Serenity Hassan from the ground, turned around and waved at him: Work harder and add a younger brother to Lu Shide.

"……Owner."

The murmur in his arms made Rhodes bow his head.

The white bone mask shattered half of the girl, and her body was so light that she could hardly feel her weight.