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"Ah, it's natural to say so, but Crusch will also participate in the battle."

"Can I just sit in the room and sit on a chair and wait for the good news?"

After flicking the metal of the armor with his finger, Kurshine straightened out his chest.

To this manly figure, Subaru consciously asked the obvious and bowed his head obediently.

"It seems that they have already assembled."

Crusch, who accepted Le Yueang's apology, closed his eyes and whispered.

As if taking this sentence as an opportunity, people in the hall of the house stepped in one after another.

It was all people in battle attire with firm faces.

Each of the hard-working equipment has the appearance of a battle-tested warrior.

But compared to these, Lai Yue Subaru cares more about their age bias.

"How do you feel, they all look like people who are not young enough."

Lai Yueang just said the feelings that emerged.

In front of him, crossing his field of vision were the people who had joined the subjugation team.

There are ten members in a row, and the average age is quite high. It seems that there is no one under the age of 50.

It goes without saying that these people—all of them had a fate with the white whale.

They are basically people related to the previous subjugation team, or people who have retreated to the front line.

Called by Wilhelm, they gathered as soldiers participating in the subjugation team.

Morale and refinement are comparable to those of the active Kingdom Knights.

To put it simply, it is a group of veterans burning with the flames of revenge!

In order to achieve Wilhelm's revenge, Crusch even determined to hunt down the white whale.

Let the veterans participate in the war, and fulfill their long-cherished wish, it must be with the same mood.

This is the tenderness that only belongs to Crusch Karsten...

"400 years!"

With this sentence, before the assembled warriors, this sentence announced the beginning.

Solemn voice, with tense air.

Amidst the pain that seemed to make his straight back pass, Crusch, who was bathed in the eyes of everyone gathered at the venue, stood upright with his chest straight.

The sword engraved with the family crest of Karsten's "Lion with Tusks" stood on the floor, and Crusch put his hand on the hilt and slowly looked around the faces of all the members.

"400 years since the worst disaster left in the history of the world, the 'Witch of Envy' threatened the world.

The white whale, created by the witch herself, takes the world as its hunting ground, and takes the world as its own to ravage the weak and domineering. Such years have passed. "

The 'jealous witch' who destroyed half of the world in the past is still synonymous with horror.

As the servant of that witch, the Mist Demon Beast, which lost its master, is now singing the praises of freedom.

Starting with the great conquest 14 years ago, this monster has caused many sacrifices in all countries and swallowed countless fighting spirits.

"The number of lives taken by the white whale is innumerable, corresponding to the fierce nature of the fog, the exact number of victims is probably unknown to anyone.

Over the past 400 years, the number of tombstones that have been inscribed, and the number of tombstones that do not even have a name on the inscription, has continued to increase. "

A veteran soldier lowered his head when he heard Crusch's words, gritted his teeth and sobbed patiently.

Some fighters had nails embedded in their fists, dripping with blood.

There is an old swordsman who has accumulated endless passion in his heart, quietly waiting for the moment when this anger can erupt.

Their determination, as much resentment as the number of corpses piled up, turned into silt-like darkness and began to roll the air in the hall.

"But every day of inaction like this will end today!"

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"It will be ended by me, by hunting down the white whale, and ending it with countless sorrows.

To those sorrows that have not even turned into sorrow, give due tears! "

"—!"

"Send it to the end for the poor monster that has lost its master, but still can only continue its endless orders."

The heart becomes hot.

Everyone who was speechless seemed to be burning with determination.

The bowed veterans, the warriors with clenched fists, and the old swordsmen with their eyes closed now opened their eyes wide, staring at Crusch standing in front of him.

Accepting the heat of their gaze, Crusch swung his hand forward and shouted.

"Let's go out, everyone!"

"oh oh!!"

The echoing voices overlap, giving people the illusion that the ground is being shaken by the sound of trampling on the ground.

Infected by the enthusiasm of the gushing fighting spirit, Subaru Lai Yue also shouted when he regained his senses.

In the midst of this, he was extremely powerful and tall, and Crusch raised the drawn sword to the sky, "Tonight, with my own hands - I will hunt down the white whale!!"

The battle against the white whale—the biggest battle since being summoned to another world is now beginning.

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On the other side, Emilia and her party, who were in the white mist, were not in danger as others expected.

"Yawei, is this really all right?"

Emilia, who was sitting on the dragon carriage, looked at Yawei, who was eating snacks, and Rem, who was fighting bloody battle with the man in black outside, and said worriedly.

"Why don't we go out and help Rem."

Hearing this, Yawei shook his head and rejected Emilia's proposal.

"Don't worry, for the current Rem, this group of people can't be her opponent at all.

Moreover, Rem has been suppressing her hatred for the Witch Cult for nearly ten years, and it would be a good thing for her to vent a little. "

"Oh oh oh oh, look what I found, look who I saw, this face, this bloodline, what a...! what a...! how beautiful!"

However, at this moment, a man with outstretched arms, wearing a cassock, immersed in a world of madness and joy, suddenly appeared in the middle of the black-robed people.

As soon as he appeared, the people in black stopped their movements, completely ignoring the threat of the meteor hammer in Rem's hand, and the ground covered with blood and flesh under their feet. They knelt down respectfully and bowed their heads to the man.

Chapter 550 Trial

The man's hollow eye sockets were sunken deep on his haggard face, his dark green hair and dry skin revealed an unhealthy color, and the hands protruding from the black cassock were as thin as dead wood.

The age is only about 30 years old, but no one will doubt even if he is 50 years old with a lifeless appearance.

However, only those eyes that contained overwhelming madness were blooming with dazzling brilliance, staring at the dragon carriage... No, to be more precise, it was Emilia in the dragon carriage.

"I am the Witch Cult, and I am the High Sin Archbishop 'Sloth'—named, Petelgeus Romani Konti!"

Saliva dripped from the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth, and the madman—Petelgeus giggled, as if welcoming Emilia's arrival, and announced his name loudly.

"Witch Cult ahhhhhh!"

However, before the madman could continue speaking, a roar full of hatred sounded, and the girl with her fangs barked.

The chain of the iron ball stretched out to the head swung back sharply, drawing a semicircle of destruction across the forest.

Being ravaged by the iron block, another black figure was culled with his limbs broken.

A life-threatening, yet beautiful, blue-haired girl with pure white horns growing on her forehead.

The shadows still didn't have any human-like reaction to Rem's title that seemed to vomit blood.

And Petelgeus Romaniconti, who called himself Archbishop of Sin, completely ignored her, staring at Emilia in the dragon carriage with eyes full of madness.

"Whoa, what a..."

'Sloth' twisted his body, stretched out his hands to Emilia, and shouted with a sneer.

"Whoa, ah! What a good day! What an auspicious day! What a fate! There is such a perfect container! It is exactly the same! It can be called the original body!

It can be concluded that even if the trial is repeated countless times, [WEB] will never have such a second chance...! "

The passionate 'laziness' let the tears pour down until the tears flowed down his face, he shouted ecstatically:

"Oh, oh, witch... my love, Beacon...!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the air immediately became more menacing. Obviously, Petelgeus Romani Kongti touched Emilia's nerves.

"You said, witch? Are you really here for me? What are you planning?"

A haze flashed in Emilia's eyes, she took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed her unhappiness and looked at the madman in front of her.

For some unknown reason, Petelgeus seemed to be happy to answer.

"For love! For the love that has been given! I, we, can only repay it with diligence!

So be tested, be tested!In order to find out the meaning of the witch's favor, in this world, at this time, it's up to me!To love, to love, to love, to love, to love, to love, to love, to love, to love! "

Hearing this, Emilia understood that the trial—the essence of it—may be the attack plan.

"So, the thick fog around you is also your fault?!"

"Yes, trials are sacred and inviolable! No matter how hard it is, if you don't overcome all difficulties to carry out the trial, it is insincere to love! Yes, to love! To the love that has been invested! To the love that has been given love! We, must return!"

After uttering the words related to the trial, Petelgeus became passionate again in his assertion of love.

Leaning back, with eyes wide open and tongue sticking out, the madman stared intently at the sky, tears streaming down his face, as if yearning for some invisible existence.

Ignoring Emilia who was taken aback by the crazy reaction, Petelgeus showed no restraint in his actions.

"It's all for love, for love! To the silver half-demon whose existence itself is blasphemy, ask the depth of the sin of its birth!