This Cheat Is Too Much

This Cheat Is Too Much Chapter 72

The Marchioness's hand fell limply.

"No! !!"

Hans roared up to the sky. For the first time in his seventeen years of life, he had been stimulated so violently, even if mother and Wilde Uncle abandoned him and ran away overnight. At that time, the bearded cousin had never been so sad.

"Are you dead?"

Gilbert came out of the smoke behind him, glanced at Hans, who was covered in blood, with disgust: "What are you howling? A dead one She's just a mixed-race barbarian. I married her to control her tribe and harass the north. Now that the capital has been taken down, this stupid woman with no use value should have died a long time ago."

"I Kill you!!!"

The bearded cousin put down the marquise, turned around and rushed towards her with red eyes.

Gilbert punched him hard without dodging, and the thin earth armor on his body was slightly cracked, but his body didn't even move.

He knocked Hans to the ground with a punch, and taunted with a sneer: "How dare a Second Rank Knight dare to shoot at me? If I meet you on the battlefield, I don't even need a weapon, just hit it directly. In the past, you can grind rubbish like you into flesh in one fell swoop."

The bearded cousin didn't answer, but stood up tremblingly, threw himself up again with a roar, but easily brought down.

Gilbert rubbed his wrists and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, tell me the whereabouts of the queen. Also, tell me immediately, why did she control Roman and Emile?"

"On your maiden!"

Hans, who had been knocked down twice, got up again, the blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth dripped down the full beard, and tick-tickly landed on the dusty on the ground.

“ka-cha”

The fist covered in earth armor slammed over and slammed hard on the arm he was using to block, and Gilbert even heard it in his ear. To the sound of skeleton breaking.

The bearded cousin was knocked back several steps by the force of his fist, and barely stopped when he nearly hit the marquise's body.

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and lifts the head full of contempt: "You really are not a man...Last night when she yelled...and beat me, she was stronger than you. ”

Gilbert's forehead burst with blue veins, infuriated by the act recklessly. I saw that the earth-yellow flames on his arms became more and more intense, and his fists were more than a circle thicker than before.

"I'll ask you one more time! What is the queen going to do!!!" Got bright red teeth.

"She's going to kill you! But this job is mine now!"

Boom! boom! boom!

The sound of rocks hitting the flesh, a roar like some kind of wild beast, and the sound of skeletons shattering or even breaking directly came one after another.

As an iron-clad Knight, Hans, the most skilled in defense, doesn't resist at all, allowing Gilbert to hammer his body again and again, spitting blood while trying to do useless things. fight back.

Even though his bones were broken, he still dragged his body like a rag doll and threw himself at him again and again. Gilbert grabbed his arm and tried to catch him, but he was struggling. The dislocation broke free from the restraint, and hit the bridge of the nose like a madman.

Taking two steps back to wipe the blood from under his nose, Gilbert's eyes narrowed, staring at Hans increasingly grim.

It seems that this man is desperate for death, and it is unlikely that he will get news of the queen from his mouth, so the top priority now is to gather his subordinates and assemble the army, and must deal with possible raids as soon as possible.

His attack became more and more ruthless, and he no longer thought about catching alive, all his tricks went straight to the point of attack, and soon he beat the bearded cousin to the ground, and even his face was full of blood. Beard has been ripped off quite a bit.

"Trash...fourth rank hit me with a...Second Rank, and I'm still...alive, you're...a trash!"

Gilbert sullenly Without speaking,

the fists covered with earth armor slammed on Hans' face, arms, and body...

However, no matter how badly the man was beaten, he could still stand up again, and even Occasionally, he could take the initiative to fight back, entangling Gilbert here.

"Cockroach! You disgusting! Damn stinky cockroach!"

He rushed to summon his subordinate Gilbert, both shocked and angry, after finding that he couldn't get rid of this stinky candy, He simply pushed him to the ground and rode on to thrash the odious face frantically.

The heavy punches that were enough to crack mountains and rocks fell again and again, but the man was still alive. Not only that, a bright red arrogance is slowly rising, Hans's blood-soaked skin begins to turn bright red, and his body temperature is hot to the touch. Combined with the crazy killing intent on his face, when the true state is like a demon possessed generally.

……

“Click Pa!”

In a church not far away, a man with a full beard crushed his hands The wine glass, with an incredible look on his face.

"Wilde, what's the matter with you?"

An ordinary-looking woman reached out and pinched his face lightly. There are no expensive pendants, but it looks like an inexplicable sense of nobility and... a desire to conquer.

The man named Wilde laughed and took her in his arms.

"It's nothing, my bloodline shook just now, as if a half-blood descendant suddenly awakened and stole a little power from me."

The woman said in surprise: " Half-blood descendant, is that Hans? You and I are the only descendant of him for several decades, right? Has he finally awakened?"

The man waved his hand and kissed the lips buried under the full beard whimsically. wife's mouth.

"I also thought about whether it could be him, but in the end I thought it was unlikely. He really doesn't look like a mad war demon. I asked him what kind of professional he wanted to be, and he actually asked me. What class is the most resistant to beatings, I want to choose a class that is the least likely to die.

Although Hans' aptitude is not bad, he has no fighting spirit at all. The chance of awakening my bloodline is too low, awakening you The probability of bloodline may be higher."

"Cut!" The plain-looking woman curled her lips, pushed him away, stuck her waist in a provocative posture, and hummed angrily. He humbly asked:

"Maybe he met a peerless beauty who was half uglier than me. What kind of stimulation did he get, maybe he would wake up all of a sudden?"

Wilde, laughed with a full beard, took his petty wife back into his arms.

"You think about his temperament, even if he met a beautiful woman, how could he have any thoughts?"

He sighed: "I thought that child's head was not good at first. That's great, he actually asked me if I was his uncle. He was so angry that I leaked the devil's breath, and it happened to be discovered by an old monster from the Church of Knowledge, so we had to rush out of Falan in the end.

I think, ah, he is really... oh! In short, he is unlikely to be enlightened in this life, you and I are obviously normal, where does this smelly brat brain come from ?"

"Where did hmph! come from? The old lady is a half-blood succubus. Besides you, a half-blood mad war demon, where else can he inherit that broken brain?

Also! What do you mean by that? Do you suspect that the old lady has an affair with others behind your back? Wilde, you bastard! Say it! Are you tired of being with the old lady? If you say a word, I will never pester you. Go!"