People are at the junction, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Kurala made a frustrated sound, and was immediately touched by Reinhardt, "It's okay, that's enough."

"Ugh..."

“…”

Malkit looked at the ground eroded by the venom, and then at the two people who were interacting.

Originally, he thought it was a pet adopted by Reinhardt or something, and the soul jellyfish was docile and would not attack on its own initiative.

But now it seems that is not the case.

Those were the ashes summoned by Reinhardt.

Just as he was stunned, a sudden flash of red light illuminated Malkit's ferocious face.

A creeping dragon-shaped totem suddenly appeared, and red thunder gradually condensed into the palm of his hand, forming a huge red thunder and lightning sword.

"...The dragon thunder of the ancient dragon."

Malkit recognized the thunder knife in Reinhard's hand at a glance, and immediately jumped further back.

Lance Sanks’ Thunder Knife!

Reinhardt suddenly swept the dragon thunder in his hand forward.

--boom!

A deafening thunderstorm filled the sky.

"You're really nimble in your movements, Mr. Bad Omen."

Looking at the land scorched black by the thunder, and at the ominous demon jumping into the distance, Reinhard couldn't help but admire.

"Vile Fader..."

The wounds involved made Malkit take a breath.

Although he dodged the dragon thunder he swung at the critical moment, he was still affected by the powerful aftermath.

Most of the broken cloak was burned, and everything from his left hand to his entire shoulder to his chest was scorched black by lightning.

It was also thanks to the tenacious vitality brought to him by the Furnace Hundreds. Otherwise, ordinary people would have lost their lives if they were scratched like this.

However, what he didn't expect was that the woman Lance Sanks actually taught this man this kind of prayer...

"mean?"

Reinhardt looked at Malkit with a strange look in his eyes.

To be fair, who can be better than an immortal demigod like you?

False actions to fool people, stabbing people when they are not prepared, and stalking and dropping hammers, isn't it all your fault?

Is it despicable to give you a dragon knife now?

Do you have to have such a double standard in life?

"Since you think I'm despicable, then I'll show you how despicable I am!"

The moment the words fell, Reinhard stepped on the ground hard, and the earth suddenly shattered, and he had already rushed towards Malkit.

"Hmph, sharp teeth and sharp mouths."

Seeing Reinhardt's figure approaching quickly, Malkit also started to move.

"—Die, those who are toyed with by the fire of ambition, feel honored to die under the hands of the Blessed King Menggot!"

I'm in a hurry, Mr. Ominous Omen... Oh no, Meng Gete is in a hurry.

He didn't even hide his identity anymore, using his real name to launch attacks.

The moment he rushed into his arms, Malkit jumped up high with the wooden staff, and a golden sledgehammer condensed in his hand again, falling rapidly like a meteor falling from the sky.

thump—

There was a deafening roar in the canyon.

The ground beneath his feet was torn apart, leaving behind vicious cracks, but even so, the giant hammer was still blocked by the shield condensed from his left hand.

"Humph!"

Malkit seemed to have expected this. He raised his cane with his backhand, pointed the tip at Reinhardt's neck and stabbed it.

During the war, Malkit withstood countless offensives and killed countless enemies.

There are countless heroic souls entwined under his cane.

But the moves that were invincible in the past have now lost their former power.

The moment it was stabbed, the tip of the cane was firmly grasped by Reinhardt's right hand, as if it was integrated with him. No matter how hard Malkit exerted his force, he could not make any further progress.

"Is this the only level? Teacher Bad Omen."

"..."

Malkit's eyes narrowed, and his body turned sharply, and the huge and slender tail swept towards him. The tumor hanging on the tip of the tail roared like a meteor hammer and made the sound of breaking wind.

Snapped--

Just like the cane, Malkit's giant tail was also firmly grasped by him, clamped under his arm and unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, Reinhardt imitated Malkit's movements and began to spin rapidly on the ground.

Since you like to spin in circles, I will let you spin as much as you want!

He was spinning in place faster and faster, and only afterimages could be seen.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flew out of the afterimage, and instantly hit the stone wall beside the tunnel leading to the bridge. It was inlaid on it like a mural, and then slowly fell.

Falling gravel buried half of his body.

"cough--"

Malkit tried to crawl out of the rubble and spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the soil and rubble on the ground red.

Covering his chest with one hand and supporting his body with a cane with the other, he knelt on one knee.

At this moment, the ominous demon was no longer as energetic as before. His messy white hair fell down, blocking his old face. Many of the winding horns on his face were broken, and his chest was gradually soaked with blood. wet.

Not to mention how miserable it looked.

It can be said that this is the first time since he debuted as [Evil Omen Demon] Malkit that he has failed so miserably.

"Oh, do you still want to struggle? Haven't you understood the gap between you and me? Mr. Menggert."

"Don't be too arrogant... you brat... you will not fall down like this."

"Really? I just happened to be tired of playing..."

Reinhard suddenly put away his frivolous expression and said: "Noon has arrived, it's time to hit the road, Menggert."

His eyes were full of coldness, his face was serious, and not even a hint of laughter was gone.

At the same time, the power of the sun in his body began to churn under his mobilization, and a red-orange long knife gradually condensed in his right hand.

The blade is slender, just like the prosthetic hand knife Marlenia once used, and the power of the sun condensed on it is almost overflowing.

"..."

Malkit looked gloomily at Reinhard, who was walking toward her step by step with flames wrapped around his body, his eyes filled with gloom.

"...the unknown rebel..."

Suddenly, there was a change in the evil omen demon ghost.

The huge golden power surged and writhed in Malkit's body, and the overflowing power almost condensed into substance, like mercury leaking out of the ground, and as sticky as a swamp, churning with waves.

"...How dare you try to get involved in Elden's Circle..."

At this point, the scars on the evil omen demon ghost gradually healed with the emergence of the power of gold, and the cane also changed. The power of gold gradually wrapped around it, but it seemed to be contaminated.

Dirty black emerged from it.

"...I will bless the king, but Menggote will never allow it!"

bang——

The figure of the ominous demon ghost suddenly disappeared from the spot, stamping its huge feet on the ground and rushing towards it faster than before.

At the same time, the golden power that filled the body of the evil omen demon gradually condensed into long swords, and followed him like a five-star good citizen's gold flash out of the treasure house.

"...Mongert, you are too arrogant."

Facing the attack of the ominous demon, Reinhardt calmly raised his sword.

As a disciple of Confucianism, it is natural to follow the teachings of the great Confucius.

Confucius once said: "A gentleman who is not serious is not powerful."

Since the opponent still maintains the arrogance of a demigod in the face of a strong man, he naturally has to show some real skills.

Immediately, Reinhard stepped lightly on the ground and rushed towards Malkit.

However, compared to the violence of the ominous demon, his movements are gentler, like a dancing dancer.

He stepped lightly on the ground with one foot, jumped slightly into the air, and waved the blade in his hand, leaving traces of flames in the air.

Shoot down the countless golden swords that came one by one.

Every time a sword was struck, the golden sword that collided with it would collapse and turn into tiny bits of bright gold floating in the air.

As elegant as a butterfly, as elegant as a water bird, but yet fierce.

The soft moan that the blade made when cutting through the air kept flowing and echoing, and then gradually dissipated.

"Twins blessed by God, Marlenia's sword skills..."

The evil omen demon recognized the sword skill he used.

Yes, it was the Water Bird Flurry used by Malenia. He had watched it many times during the Broken War, so he also learned a little bit about it.

He used the trick to imitate cats and tigers.

But Malkit or Menggert seemed to have misunderstood something, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes, and he rushed over quickly.

When he shattered the last golden sword, the cane wrapped with golden power roared toward him.

"Master, leave it to me!"