Soul Echo

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More than one person's head became empty after hearing Zhong Ye's roar, his legs went weak, and he sat down without any face.

The aristocrats who grew up under the protection from childhood simply couldn't bear the wrath of Zhong Ye, just angry roar, let them scared witless.

No screaming, no shouting, everyone was shocked, unable to speak, unable to move.

But, Zhong Ye suddenly pulled out his revolver and pointed at the nobles, who blinked and screamed in shock.

With a gunshot, the hall became a mess, and everyone was looking for cover and trying to hide themselves.

But the Grand Duke noticed that the pistol was not aimed at anyone, but was pointed at a corner.

When the bullet was fired from the muzzle, driven by the flame, it continuously broke through the barrier of the air and shattered a porcelain placed in that corner, but a silhouette jumped out from behind the porcelain.

"That day, you were there too!"

Zhong Ye pointed a gun at the man jumping out of the shadows, solemnly asked: "Tell me, who is your master? ?"

The Grand Duke stared at the man, took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, then turned his head and looked towards Zhong Ye.

"...youngster, you are young and promising, don't be so impulsive - think about it, if you killed one or several nobles at a grand duke's banquet, you would be What are you facing?"

"Wanted, hunted down."

In the screams, Zhong Ye answered calmly, then fired another shot.

Rogue subconsciously jumped out of the shadows and wanted to dodge, but as soon as he reacted, he suddenly realized that the bullet was flying in the direction he wanted to dodge, and hurriedly stopped, watching the bullet from The ear crossed, embedded in the wall behind him.

The Archduke suddenly stopped his cane and shouted: "Enough!" Like a clown, rolling his eyes comically, his body is unable to move.

However, Zhong Ye pulled the trigger again.

This time, Rogue couldn't escape.

—His body was also immobilized.

It's just that Zhong Ye didn't aim at his head, he just aimed at his arm.

The bullet pierced through the muscle, and Rogue's eyes bulged and screamed.

A flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and the Grand Duke clenched his cane, "What on earth are you trying to do?"

"Murder!" Zhong Ye replied without the slightest hesitation.

Even if you want to scold people with the attitude of a grand duke, is this adventurer really just a muscle? Is he really not afraid of being wanted at all?

Zhong Ye pointed the muzzle at Rogue's head and asked again: "Tell me, who is your master?"

Facing the dark muzzle, Rogue swallowed saliva.

He dared not say it, because once he said that name, he would become an 'accomplice' and would definitely be wanted.

No one wants to live a life of exile, even if they only need to escape from Milan, escape from Etrul, escape to other countries and remain anonymous...

The archduke took a few deep breaths. With a sigh, he winked at the steward beside him, and persuaded: "Youngster, why don't you do this, let me make a promise and ask them to pay compensation, you know how killing a noble will affect you... "

"Speak!"

Zhong Ye ignored the Grand Duke's words and pulled down the hammer.

The archduke's hand gripped the cane with blue veins, his eyes glaring, "Youngster, you'd better-"

"It's Mikal Romano!"

Rogue not only called out the name, but raised a finger.

Zhong Ye instantly turned the gun and released the hammer.

"Ramit!"

steward raised his sceptre before the Archduke's angry call, constructing a shield for the nobleman to block flying objects.

The warrior pulled the trigger continuously, all bullets were blocked by the shield, then retracted the pistol, pulled out the big sword and charged forward resolutely.

At this time, people regained their ability to move, many fell, many screamed, many cried and ran away, using their feet, hands, and limbs, desperately trying to run away.

The identified noble looked terrified. He was firmly locked by Zhong Ye's sight, and he felt the dangers of the senses. His body was completely stiff, and he couldn't even bend his knees.

Only the head, only the eyes and the voice still belong to him and are still under his control.

So, he screamed:

"Ah!!!"

Zhong Ye swung the big sword, the blade ripped through the air, and slashed in the air An arc of light slashed towards the nobleman's head.

Ramit pointed the short stick and locked the muscles on Zhong Ye's body to each other.

——Since the spirit spell can't control him, let him control himself!

Even with a transcender with a 'physique 'attribute, the phenomenon of 'cramps' cannot be avoided, after all, the muscles are dealing with themselves.

The muscles of the whole body were entangled with each other in this brief moment, causing Zhong Ye blood vessels to burst, and the skin instantly flushed red.

However, the blade still fell off!

The sharp blade slashed the screaming noble in half, and a large amount of blood spurted out instantly and spilled on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the eldest son, who had been trying to keep calm, finally couldn't hold back and screamed.

Because of the tangled muscles, even breathing becomes difficult.

Just as the breath circulates in the body, the knotted muscles gradually relax, regaining the power of breathing.

After two seconds, Zhong Ye, who was stiff in place, suddenly drew his knife, turned around and slashed - the Rogue rushed towards him with a ferocious look from the front.

At this time, Steward's incantation only read the second measure. Seeing Zhong Ye break free from spell, he raised his right hand index finger, and a scorching ray suddenly spurted out.

Even if Zhong Ye was alert when he raised his finger, he didn't have time to dodge.

The ray left a scar on the warrior's left shoulder. The high temperature instantly ignited the clothes, and the flames eroded the knitted fabric and scorched the body.

The high-jumping tongue of fire licked the roots of his ears and ruffled his hair, causing Zhong Ye to feel endless pain.

His face twitched with pain, but the blade continued to collide with Rogue's daggers.

Zhong Ye took a deep breath, turned his head and spit out the strong wind, the strong wind pressure instantly extinguished the flame.

But wounds and pain were left on the shoulders, rushing into the nerves from time to time, stimulating the brain.

While chanting incantation, Ramite took the pistol out of his pocket and aimed at Zhong Ye.

The sense of crisis in his heart suddenly grew, and the warrior gritted his teeth, extracted all his vigor, poured it into his left hand, and slashed with all his strength in another fight with Rogue.

Overwhelming power paired with an extraordinary weapon, the short blade in Rogue's hand shattered, and under his incredible gaze, the straight blade fell.

"Ah-"

One wrist fell to the ground, Rogue screamed and jumped back, away from the enemy.

Several tentacles suddenly grew out of the ground, and they threw at Zhong Ye just after they appeared. At the same time, Steward also pulled the trigger.

The bullets and tentacles struck at the same time, Zhong Ye raised his arms, ignoring the pain and trauma, and swung his sword.

The sharp sword edge split the bullet, and the bullet divided into two flew to both sides, hitting two tentacles, deflecting them.

Directing the remaining strength to the toes, Zhong Ye leaped up lightly, his body flipped in the air, and he used the straight knife and the big sword to split the tentacles.

Even Rogue, who was clutching his wrist and screaming, was stunned, forgetting the pain.

The warrior jumped in the air, flipped, and then landed heavily.

Rammett didn't give him a chance to catch his breath and fired the spell again.

A bubble suddenly formed in front of Zhong Ye's eyes, causing his pupils to dilate, kicking the ground instantly and retreating backwards.

——The moment the bubble explodes, it can generate a high temperature of 20,000 degrees Celsius!

No matter how bad Zhong Ye's grades in the culture class are, he still knows this kind of knowledge.

Boom!

The bubbles burst and the rays of light bloomed.

Although the time is very short, not even a picosecond, it is enough to kill a person - this is a special spell bubble.

Zhong Ye stopped abruptly, inserted the big sword into the ground in front of him with his backhand, swiped his right hand from his waist, and threw a flying knife.

The throwing knives didn't do any damage to Rammet, but managed to interrupt his spell combo, giving himself a moment of respite.

——Only a moment is enough!