The lord is red again

"You and I share the same power," it said in a hoarse and gentle voice, "You and I are one."

Linde kept his lips pursed and remained silent, his resolute eyes fully explained his attitude of rejection.

He was not clear about the difference between the abyss. The abyss in front of him was completely different from the abyss on Leon's body. One could spread wirelessly like a plague, while the other was like a parasite planted in the human body, growing continuously, and finally completely tearing the host's body apart and drilling out.

If the undead had not arrived, perhaps the other party would have waited for a long, long time until the body was fully mature before drilling out.

The sword blade suddenly pounced on Linde, and the opponent's attack was definitely not as gentle as it said, and the two sides launched a new round of confrontation.

But Linde could hear the painful groans from Baron Ronan's mouth. Perhaps he was suffering from unimaginable pain. Linde accelerated his offensive, and he still had a trace of pity for Baron Ronan.

It is precisely because they are all "powerful old nobles" hunted by all parties that perhaps they should not fight to the death like this. Should the remnants abandoned by the times really be abandoned? He kept thinking about this question during the battle.

From the experience, this is true, but everything is caused by the mental curse, but what if there is a way to restrain that madness.

The Rand Army under the Golden Oath seems to be able to help a little.

His speed is getting faster and faster, and even the Holy Grail that has been harassing him in the spiritual world has stopped.

Now Lind just wants to end it all.

The two flashing swords collided in the air and burst into sparks, and then the wind that cut the air and the fire marks intertwined, making the onlookers dazzled.

The sky has been completely burned red.

The reason why Lind has been unable to achieve victory in this battle is that the opponent's suicidal attack always intends to exchange injuries for injuries, but in the confrontation with the opponent, he is always very vigilant, and he is unwilling to suffer even the slightest injury.

Another sweep came, Lind suddenly raised his hand, and the surrounding wind also condensed with his palm, and also turned into a wind blade.

The wind blades collided with each other, but Lind's broken sword attack was not interrupted.

He had the ability to split his attention and use his body as two people, but he had been reluctant to use this power. Now he seized the opportunity.

The broken sword successfully cut the opponent's arm. The flaming blade exploded at the moment of contact with the arm, and successfully cut off the cunning man's arm close to the shoulder.

The arm twitched and squirmed after falling to the ground, and quickly began to wither and dry.

Baron Ronan kept wailing.

Yan Yi dragged Lind in the air. This time it was his turn to look down at the opponent. Victory was already doomed.

Having lost an arm, the cunning man without the wind blade could only watch Lind holding the sword with both hands and slashing at him.

The lion emblem on Lind's chest was extremely crazy about blood and fighting. This seemingly weakest emblem also had its unique ability.

The bloodthirsty attack will accumulate power.

Now this power completely exploded with Lind's roar and his slashing.

The flames in the sky and the unwilling storm spun as Lind rolled over and slashed.

In the distance, the undead clearly saw a familiar move.

"Lion Slash?"

...

The sword slashed on the shoulder of the Cunning One, and successfully cut it diagonally amid the opponent's wailing and screaming.

The blade was sharp.

There was no pause at the moment of falling, and the cut burst into bright red blood, which was completely different from the pus and blood flowing out of Baron Ronan's rotten and smelly fat body.

This time Lind was sure that he had successfully injured the opponent, not Baron Ronan.

"You already have it, so I curse you."

Even if it was about to dissipate, it couldn't speak with its own mouth, and the sound still came out of the mouth of the snake Baron Ronan.

Boom, Lind suddenly heard his own heartbeat.

He was very familiar with this feeling, especially the clear burning in his chest, which made him realize that he was cursed, and this curse came for no reason, just like someone suddenly covered his chest with a steel stick.

But soon, the krait emblem on his chest became excited, and it felt the power of the same origin.

The krait emblem was very pitiful, its power was completely dependent on "Sun Boss", and then it was bound by "Gold Boss" and trembled and dared not move.

At this moment, it suddenly felt a force supporting itself.

Curse is good, it feeds on curses, and this power is of the same origin as it, so it swallows it without any effort, and eats without chewing.

Lind could also feel the changes in his body, it seemed that the krait emblem had been greatly improved, and its resistance to curses was stronger.

Is this the gift from the "Lord of the Power of the Path"?

He wanted to ask what kind of vicious curse the other party had cast on him, why there were only benefits and no harm.

Or maybe the other party didn't expect that he could master the krait emblem, so he just randomly stuffed a force at the last moment.

The Cunning King had dissipated and turned into a dry corpse, hanging on Baron Ronan's neck, and as his body shook, it completely turned into ashes and debris like burnt charcoal.

Lind wanted to ask more, but he had no direction.

The power that the Cunning King forcibly projected into this world disappeared without a trace.

Baron Ronan's consciousness also recovered at this moment. I don't know what kind of will he is in charge of now.

"Linde" His voice was weak, and the snake body could no longer support the fat and bloated body, and it collapsed on the ground.

His head also fell to the ground weakly, his skin was loose, and he lost all vitality, and kept emitting a bad stench.

He called softly.

Linde also fell to the ground, looking up at the towering giant in front of him.

The scavenger princess came to Linde intimately, and then got back into the sword.

The murderous aura had dissipated.

They all knew that the battle was over, and Baron Ronan's life had come to an end.

"Sorry," Baron Ronan said.

I don't know if he was sorry for creating this monster fortress, or simply because he couldn't resist the temptation of power and chose to fall, or simply apologized for facing the sword with an old acquaintance.

Then he said: "According to our tradition, as the lord of the Snake Catcher's Fortress, I have the power to elect a new lord. Now, you are the lord here."

Even though there is nothing left in the Snake Catcher's Fortress, only a ruin, and even no living life, it is still a noble territory.

"Why?" Linde was puzzled.

They are not friends, but acquaintances.

He even had a conflict with the Tenth Son of Bandian, and now he killed Baron Ronan. The only common connection between the two sides may be the pitiful status of belonging to the old nobles.

The other party has no reason to give him anything.

Baron Ronan just whispered: "When you were a child, I held you in my arms..."

Life is like a burning bonfire.

And when the bonfire goes out, it does not necessarily mean that everything is over.

Maybe it's just that the traveler's rest here ends here, and a new journey is about to begin.

Lind watched Baron Ronan's bonfire go out, and the fat and ugly snake body fell to the ground completely powerless, and the vitality was drained from it and dissipated...

He hoped that Baron Ronan was just starting a new journey.

After all, they were old acquaintances.