The Knight King of the Otherworldly Moon

Gluck over there was covered in blood, but Tristan was not even injured.

The difference between the two is obvious.

Of course, Cú Chulainn felt that the reason for this overwhelming disparity was related to the way the two sides fought.

Otherwise, Gluck won't be hanged even though his strength is not as good as Tristan.

In his heart, he also began to think about how to crack the [Demon String].

That kind of... invisible attack, just like cutting tofu, and cutting the weapon rack next to it with ordinary weapons, he doesn't think it's fun for that thing to touch the body.

The battle below naturally also reflected in the eyes of those watching the battle above.

"It seems that the so-called title can't judge a person's own strength. Think about it, if a country can only judge a person's strength by title, then the country is almost finished."

Lucifer smiled, his words seemed to be talking to himself, but they meant something.

Naturally, Kuragin's face was even more ugly.

Seeing that the person they were expecting was hanged and beaten, these nobles felt that they could not hold their face.

They couldn't match Lucifer in force, so they wanted to find a sense of existence in other ways.

"No matter how powerful a person can be, in the end, it's just one person, he can defeat Gluck does not mean that he can defeat thousands of troops.

Besides, what if you are strong, you can't just be someone else's subordinate."

Kulakin can only reluctantly say these at this time... to comfort himself.

"That's right, what the nobles like me need has never been force.

That kind of thing is too superficial to be suitable for us at all.

The blood of the nobles like me is naturally noble, and naturally I don’t need to compare with the inferiors.”

Paulkonsky nodded immediately and agreed.

At this time, Rostov became like a chicken blood.

"Speaking of pedigree, I just remembered.

It seems that His Majesty the King of Knights is not a descendant of the former royal family at all, and there is no royal blood on his body."

He looked at Lucifer proudly, his tone full of superiority.

At this moment, he found himself surpassing the king of knights.

To surpass a king, it is exciting to think about it.

no.139 I let you continue to be presumptuous (please ask for tickets, ask for custom)

The face in front of him Lucifer has seen too many times, and many of the nobles who have been killed before are similar to the one in front of him...

They will only desperately emphasize their bloodline and status, but they never say how they are.

And the fate of those people was finally swept to the ashes of history and became part of the dust.

"Oh! Bloodline?

It's interesting, what lineage did your ancestors have"

Lucifer calmly asked this question.

Hearing this, Rostov was even more excited, and he began to show off his family history.

"My Rostov family was born in Rus three hundred years ago, and the ancestor Duke Kadylov was even more..."

Lucifer was not interested in his family history, and he continued to ask another question.

"What about his father, what is his father's identity?"

"This......"

For a moment, Rostov was dumbfounded.

He naturally knew who the ancestor's father was. Kadilov's father was originally just a talented blacksmith, not a noble at all.

But he obviously couldn't tell.

A flame called anger rose in his heart.

He subconsciously and angrily thought about why Lucifer was so rude and dared to ask such rude questions.

He felt humiliated.

"Your hesitation is not telling me, you don't know.

Or, there is nothing to say.

Tell everyone what the identity of Duke Kafka's father is, and he must be a big man."

Saying that, Lucifer deliberately called the... Duke's name by mistake.

Lucifer's step-by-step persecution made Rostov feel extremely angry, and he now felt that everyone else was watching his jokes, not to mention that Lucifer called the name of his proud ancestor wrong.

After all, a human being is... a creature that immediately shows its fangs to the threat in front of it when it is poked in a sore spot.

"It's Kadylov! Damn it, I can't even remember his name, how rude.

The King of Britain has not learned the etiquette at all, and if a man without royal blood becomes a king, Britain is almost finished.

Why do you dare to ask my ancestors how dare you to ask.

That's right, a country boy who doesn't have the blood of the Wang family and doesn't understand etiquette is just right for this... a wild girl born from a commoner's queen."

In a fit of rage, Rostov was at a loss for words.

At this moment, he still didn't understand what he said.

This time, before he finished speaking, a golden light flew past him.

At the same time, his arms were separated from his body.

The others didn't understand what was going on, only to see Rostov's hand on the ground, blood spattered everywhere.

Even Rostov himself, and within a moment the pain finally reached his brain.

Rostov fell to his knees, hugging his wound and screaming.

"Ah! My hand, how dare you.

How dare you! Come on!"

With Rostov's voice, the door behind the hall opened instantly, and a team of 1 guards rushed in.

When they saw the scene in front of them, they were a little overwhelmed.

At this time, the others finally reacted to what happened. Most of them subconsciously stayed away from Rostov, for fear that he would be affected.

"Calm down! Calm down! Does Duke Rostov know who is standing in front of you? Do you want to be executed for treason by that lunatic Anhans?"

Kuragin stood at a distance and shouted at Rostov.

He wanted to remind his companions in front of him.

Once this thing really gets soldiers around, it's not a simple quarrel.

There has been a warrior who has done the same thing before, and now that warrior is not even qualified to grow grass on the grave.

"Ah I......"

Because of the physical pain, Rostov fell to the ground.

His face was pale from the blood loss.

The anger in his brain also disappeared with the blood, leaving only the emotion called fear.

Before that, he never thought that Lucifer would do it directly.

Seeing that Lucifer had been coping with words before, he thought that Lucifer would continue like this.

But now the fact hit him hard in the face.

For a time, the others also looked at Lucifer with fearful eyes, they witnessed the 'courage' of the King of Knights for the first time.

"I am tolerant and merciful, so I forgive you for being rude to me for the first time, but openly speaking wildly to my queen, this sin needs to be paid for with your body."

Lucifer's eyes were full of ice cold, as if he could freeze blood together.

The golden magic power remaining in his hand gradually became colder.

"Thank you very much Leidi.

If you dare to speak rudely in front of me next time, it will be a problem of one hand.

Last but not least, thank your compatriots around you.

Because of him, you got another life back."

At this moment, facing Lucifer's words, Rostov only dared to say one word.

"you......"

"It's best to clarify your identity before speaking in front of me, I'm very tolerant, but that doesn't mean you can be arrogant at will.

Do you understand, everyone!"

Lucifer's icy gaze swept around, and the other nobles subconsciously took a few steps back.

At this moment, the nobles seem to have hallucinations, they seem to feel that they are in the battlefield of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the bloody nose tip, the soul is frozen, as if they will die at any time.

"..."

In another instant, they returned to reality, as if everything they had just seen was just an illusion.

They both saw the sweat on each other's faces.

Lucifer ignored these people and continued speaking with a different tone.

"Tristan, it's almost there.

Get ready to go back and end the show."

The sound reached the knight's ears through the wind, and it was still there: the knight who was fighting with the giant jumped a few steps later.

Before, Tristan had been holding the piano with his right hand and plucked the strings with one hand. At this time, he finally put his left hand on the strings.