Shameless Warlock

Vol 2 Chapter 254: Godslayer!

Xu Nan was taken aback for a moment, and it took a while before she recognized the uncle.

He had attended Romans' tea party before and was a powerful bard!

In the face of criticism from the elderly, Xu Nan couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

After all, he was born half-hearted, and the bard's level is really not flattering, and it is inevitable that he sings slightly.

However, Xu Nan is still very motivated.

He bowed his head respectfully and asked seriously:

"So, how do you think you can infuse your soul?"

The bard named Oconda said seriously:

"Don't you have your own professional instrument?"

Xu Nan embarrassed: "I barely know a little piano, mainly by singing a cappella..."

Aokangda was taken aback for a moment, a little surprised and said:

"Is there a bard who insists on singing? Could it be that you are a poet of the Little Bird School?"

Xu Nan is a little big, he wants to explain that he is not a bard at all, let alone a little bird...

As a result, the other party has already talked about it:

"If you are a fellow of the Little Bird School, it is not incomprehensible. After all, your ancestors and the druids are very close, and a large part of your skills are duplicated with the druids, even the songs and movements. In this regard, it is also mainly the wild songs of the wild. I heard that some poets of the little bird school learn a few hand transformation techniques in order to imitate the sound of the mountain animals in order to communicate deeply with the animals... By the way, do you know how to transform?"

Xu Nan nodded and tried to bring the topic back:

"I do know how many kinds of transformation techniques..."

"How many kinds? How many more would you have?"

The curiosity in Oconda's eyes is even more intense: "How do you usually practice?"

"I heard that among the skills mastered by the little bird school poets, the most outstanding is the bear-like singing!"

"It's a pity that I have never been able to listen...Ah! I see, your singing style just now is a bear-like singing method? At first, I thought it was so ugly, but the more I listened, the more I felt wrong, since it was invited by Mr. Romans to sing. The poet who sends the Divine Comedy is definitely not that simple..."

His voice is actually quite loud.

After this wave of explanations, except for a few big bosses who knew Xu Nan's roots, the rest of them all showed a sudden realization.

"It turns out to be a bear-like singing method. No wonder it is so close to nature. Although it sounds awkward, it is probably to fit the artistic conception of "Send the Divine Comedy"!"

"I'll just say, in such a big scene, how could Mr. Romans invite ordinary people to suppress the scene? We can't hear it, but our appreciation level is not in place!"

"Don't look at people's low level, but it is very rare to pass from the bird, we just need to applaud quietly!"

Someone said so.

The others nodded in response.

In the next second, there was thunderous applause on the hills and on the lake, wrinkling the clear water of the lake.

And Xu Nan's embarrassed heart.

Xu Nan stood in the center, facing the admiring eyes of everyone, watching the "-1" that popped up on their heads from time to time, and she was speechless to the extreme.

I'm really just a part-time singer who can't sing well.

"I am not, I am not, don't talk nonsense..."

This kind of denial was three in and three out in Xu Nan's throat, but in the end he couldn't say it out——

The big guys have already said this, he says no now, isn't he hitting them in the face?

He could only smile "humbly" and pretend that nothing happened.

Mr. Oconda made up a lot of it in his own mind before he suddenly remembered the original topic:

"Since you are not good at musical instruments, let me come."

"Let me think about what musical instrument is most suitable for delivering the temperament of the Divine Comedy..."

"Ha! There is it!"

Xu Nan looked over curiously, but saw that Mr. Oconda didn't know where he was, and he pulled out an extremely domineering musical instrument!

As soon as the instrument came out, it attracted the attention of everyone in the audience——

In fact, it was because Luo Mang and An Lun both went to the time circle to fight, and the big guys onlookers could only wait in place, which was very boring.

They cannot do other things.

Anyway, it's the battle of the slaughter of gods. You can't take some seeds and knock it off, and then come with another deck of cards, right?

That's not good, and I'm too disrespectful to An Lun!

So they can only listen to Xu Nan sing.

Oconda jumped out anxiously, probably also bored.

"What instrument is this..."

"What a domineering feeling."

"There is a natural sense of coquettish, but there is also a faintly king temperament. The combination of these two characteristics is really strange."

The crowd was very curious and bowed their heads to exchange opinions.

Oconda triumphantly wiped his instrument, and he tried it out for a while.

And when that unique tone sounded between the empty mountains and lakes, everyone felt a tightness behind them!

That high-pitched and passionate voice is too penetrating!

"It's ok." Oconda tried it, with a satisfied expression on his face.

He looked at Xu Nan and was a little surprised:

"Looking at your expression, you seem to know this kind of instrument?"

Xu Nan nodded silently.

Of course he knows...

"This is Suona!"

Xu Nan said.

"It's indeed..." Oconda showed a look of amazement and approval: "As expected, he is a descendant of the Little Bird School, and he is really knowledgeable."

"I cheated from an old friend a few years ago!"

"That's a guy with a very strange personality, but he's a very nice guy, a guy who can count on his life."

"He is also a bard, a special instrument, this kind of suona!"

The audience listened and silently raised their evaluation of the descendants of the Little Bird faction.

Xu Nan had a headache and toothache again.

However, what Oconda said caused Xu Nan's memories.

Before joining the Qianman Society, he had met the old artists of the art troupe. It is said that they are also figures who have gone deep into other worlds to complete tasks and made great contributions to the country and the earth!

Among those old predecessors, there is a good hand blowing suona.

Is it he who Oconda said?

But that predecessor does not seem to be legendary.

When you return to the Southern Continent, you can inquire about it.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Xu Nan began to seriously consider Mr. Oconda's proposal.

If you think about it carefully, it's quite appropriate to infuse your soul with suona accompaniment, and then cooperate with the divine song.

Sending the Divine Comedy to the Divine Comedy is not just sending the final song to the gods?

Just use suona to send An Lun away happily!

Xu Nan made a decision in his heart!

"Come on! Let's try to cooperate first."

Xu Nan officially launched an invitation to Oconda.

Oconda blew the suona happily.

Xu Nan also cooperated with his playing, singing indulgently!

This time, every one of his voices was full of emotion!

His mind was full of miserable and strange scenes like the poor Xiao Anlun lying in the crystal coffin and being buried a little bit in the green soil...

He wants to infuse his feelings!

"Be sad! Be sad!"

"Or, let's build a scene of Xiao Anlun who sells matches..."

Xu Nan was thinking wildly while singing.

Unconsciously.

The blood on the foreheads of the legendary bigwigs around me has begun to undergo a qualitative change.

"-16", "-28", "-69"...

Someone has already silently lost sound insulation.

Some people evacuated secretly.

As for those who stand still, they are the real bosses.

The blood is thick and resistant to beating.

Twenty minutes later.

"Ouch, why am I out of blood?"

Someone screamed, staggered and fell into the lake.

...

In the time circle.

An Lun's universe continues to spread, and she constantly tries to intimidate, threaten, bribe, and beg Romans with words and illusions.

Luo Mang was in the An Lun universe, his expression unchanged.

He seemed to be stiff.

An Lun felt a little more settled.

She thinks Romans is stumped by her supreme spell!

In other words, it is a supreme spell at the level of the quasi-lord god. If it weren't for Luo Mang, other legends would have become An Lun's puppets!

In An Lun's universe, everyone is An Lun, but An Lun himself can only be An Lun!

This is the overbearing part of the supreme spell.

Even if An Lun’s universe penetrates the Romans body slowly because of the same supremacy, it doesn’t matter. As long as the threat is substantial.

She just had to let Romans get into trouble.

Because, from beginning to end, An Lun was sober.

All she needs to do is to live.

The **** slayers have great momentum and many supporters.

But An Lun was not alone in the fight.

"Fairlando..."

"I hope you remember your promise."

A gleam of light flashed under her eyes.

This time, Ferrando had instructed her by default, otherwise she would not be qualified to get the legendary Ice Sign prophecy.

It's a pity that Stephen Sang's arrangement is even higher.

Ice Constellation predicted that something must be wrong.

An Lun thought a lot.

She has a lot to say to Ferrando, and these words are believed to have an impact on the future strategy of the heavenly kingdom in the multiverse.

So, she wants to go back alive.

Believe, Ferrando also understands this.

So, she just needs to be immortal.

Ferrando, will definitely come.

An Lun firmly believed.

...

In the time circle, time is meaningless.

An Lun patiently continued to adopt a penetration strategy, and at the same time bewildered Luo Mang's mind with words.

But Luo Mang remained indifferent like a stone statue.

At a certain moment, An Lun's consciousness was suddenly electrocuted.

Fear, anxiety, panic...

Similar emotions passed to her gods.

Next second.

An Lun in the entire universe is screaming--

"what are you doing!?"

"You, you...how could you...wax!"

"You are infected, you are infected!"

"Impossible! Impossible, how could he be able to maintain his sense after waxing into such a person..."

The center of An Lun universe.

Luo Mang, who was motionless, smiled lightly.

I don't know when, his skin color has been transformed unconsciously.

From the normal fleshy white skin to a terrifying deep waxy yellow!

He stood there, smiling kindly, motionless.

But in An Lun's eyes, this is even more terrifying than the devil!

An Lun’s universe collapsed quickly!

She cannot be infected!

But Romans seemed unwilling to give her this opportunity.

"The trick of the wax world is still useful."

He smiled lightly, his face that was obviously handsome and gentle, but for some reason he became a little strange.

He finally moved.

He grabbed An Lun's godhead.

In this ethereal An Lun universe, he immediately found An Lun's true position.

An Lun madly lost God spells and supreme spells!

But the frightening thing is.

These spells smashed on Romans and lost all effects.

His sallow skin seems to be able to absorb all the arcane energy, no matter which faction An Lun uses, it will be absorbed calmly!

In An Lun's desperate eyes.

That waxy hand was held on the godhead engraved with the law of gods!

"Do not!"

"Please, don't kill me!"

"I can go to the dark side battlefield, I can resist the wax world invasion, I can really..."

Snapped!

Luo Mang crushed the godhead blankly.

The sacred fire was scattered, and he could hear the mourning of countless creatures.

The angels ran wildly in the kingdom of God.

The churches in the Old World have long been surrounded by loyal believers.

The magic wizards felt severe pain in their hearts.

The orderly magic net also showed signs of loosening.

Wow!

An Lun's godhead shattered to the ground, and Luo Mang grabbed these pieces in his palms.

Her soul collapsed instantly, turned into countless remnants, and Zhang Huang ran around.

Luo Mang yelled, reaching out to catch those Cannian.

Who knows that at this moment, a huge hand flashed past, and it grabbed all An Lun's remnant thoughts in the palm of his hand!

Luo Mang frowned rare.

It was a man wearing huge shackles and armor. He was carrying three large swords of the same height. He stood there, even if he didn't do anything, he was still breathing cold!

"I remember the monarch of the world of the dead, never asking about the matter of the main material world." The waxy yellow on Luo Mans's face continued to fade.

Eventually returned to normal appearance.

"I owe Ferrando a favor."

The other party's voice was cold and dull, as if not very good at talking:

"The dead are under my control."

Romans was silent for a moment, and finally nodded looking a little hard.

"thank you."

The deceased monarch said: "She has lost her godhead, even if the remnant spirit is there, she cannot pose a threat to you."

"In order to ensure her absolute safety, I will seal her in [Taichu Amber]..."

Luo Mang sneered: "I promise you."

"Never shot her."

"You don't need to waste a piece of amber!"

The Lord of the Dead shook his head slowly: