The witch ladies want me to confess my love

"Leave the rest to us."

Fourier stood up. Hei Zhen kicked up the red crystal blade that fell on the ground with his feet. Fourier reached out to catch it. The two of them looked forward at the same time, where Esdeath was, with the Iceberg Queen as the center. The chill spreads outward.

From the moment Fourier chose to save his teammates, he knew that Esdeath's call could no longer be stopped, but even if he could do it all over again, he would still choose to save Enaya.

Chapter 39 Riding God

Esdeath was surrounded by wind and snow, and the outlines of the cavalry were solidified in it. Just as Fourier judged, she was bringing thousands of troops.

The cavalry has disappeared in modern warfare, only serving as a security force in some areas, and the rest functions as ceremonial objects.Nowadays, this ancient military force has reappeared in modern times with the help of the power of ice and snow. Lifeless cavalrymen ride on lifeless animal companions. They are neatly arranged in several rows, and each row maintains the same distance. From Fourier Looking at Ye from an angle, it seemed as if a wall made of ice was slowly advancing towards him.

Heizhen felt the shaking of the earth. There were a lot of ice cavalry summoned by Esdeath. She tried to destroy some, but the gap was quickly filled, and the rhythm never changed at all.She looked at Fourier and saw that he was smiling.

"Did you remember anything happy?" Hei Zhen muttered, "I hope you're not crazy."

"I finally understand what it was like for line infantry to face modern cavalry." Fourier looked down at his trembling forearms. "They have cannons, phalanxes, nearby companions, and the discipline of being whipped out by their superiors. Fight against fear, and I only have the power of the crystal blade and the magical girl."

"If you are afraid, why are you laughing?"

"If you show fear at this time, you have really lost."

Generally speaking, Esdeath's summons that exceed the tactical level but do not reach the strategic level will generally last for a very short time, because the summoning magic at this level is usually prepared for the joint casting of multiple spellcasters. The power is very limited.

However, Esdeath is different. Those ice cavalry are real and they are still summoned continuously, as if her magic power is a bottomless pit.

"It can now be confirmed that she was contaminated by another world and became a traitor, entering the process of annihilation." Fourier put on his helmet, "Miss Alt, take Enaya with you and leave first. I will teach you later."

"You lied to me once and you want to lie to me again?" Hei Zhen's voice was very calm. "You can't kill her by yourself. The gap between you is obvious."

"All of us here are no match for her, but these are extraordinary times and we have extraordinary means."

Fourier knew very early on that it was not easy to communicate between worlds. Just as the kings represented the ultimate in reality, the corresponding demon kings represented the ultimate in fantasy.

The seven kings of power correspond to the seven demon kings. Absolute reality will hurt this world, and the same goes for fantasy. The coordinates of this world are closer to reality, so fantasy will do more harm to the world. This is why the kings of power can legitimately exist in this world. The reason why the world and the devil are "indescribable, unthinkable, and never existed".

Any creature in this world that is related to the Demon King will be identified as a polluter, and among the polluters, those who directly receive the power of the Demon King are called foreigners and polluters - such as the alchemist Dot Yashon who was polluted by the nightingale. There may be a way of survival, but what awaits the foreigner is death.

It is precisely because he has experienced this with his own hands that Fourier does not want people close to him to be involved in these unfortunate things. In a sense, his fate is very similar to that of the vampire Jeanne d'Arc. They both had unfortunate childhoods and adolescences. Era, being saved, receiving favors from others, growing up in battles... and all choosing betrayal.

Even the occupations are exactly the same, Fourier thought. Joan of Arc wanted to execute unruly compatriots, but I wanted to execute foreigners.

"If you lie to me again, I will castrate you and lock you in a dark room like a dog. You will only be allowed to look at me."

After leaving some rather vicious threats, Hei Zhen left with the wounded.Esdeath folded her arms and watched this scene quietly. Her cavalry had filled the nearby sky.

"The person who was in the way is finally gone. Although our powers are completely different, I feel it, compatriot." The Iceberg Queen stretched out her hand towards Fourier, "How about joining my cause? This way no one will die."

"I reject."

"Because you still regard yourself as a human being? Because you want to protect the people you love? Because of your unfulfilled wishes. You know it, right? Although the Dimensional Witch is powerful, not all her wishes can come true."

"Miss Yuko will not promise a wish that she cannot fulfill. Although she still cannot do it, although she is fickle, I believe in her more than I believe in myself."

"This determination, this loyalty, this childishness...you are really lovable." Esdeath mocked, "Strong women who are old but still young at heart and are capable are eager to raise them. A little puppy, handsome, strong, gentle and loyal, look, haven't you been made perfect?"

"That's right, it's a dog, woof woof." Fourier replied expressionlessly, "You should be worried now."

"Ah, tell me with your actions that you are willing to give up your dignity for the sake of standing. I really can't persuade you with words." Esdeath whispered, "Originally, I thought I would no longer be alone."

As she whispered, the blizzard became more violent. Fourier held the weapon and struggled forward. His figure was swallowed by the snow, but the crystal blade became scarier.

It seems that Esdeath's power is not the five crystal blades he commonly uses, but the two core ones. When Esdeath's ice cavalry is close at hand, and when Fourier stretches his hand to his chest, the sky Suddenly a voice came from inside——

"There's no need for that."

A black shadow was projected onto Fourier, and the silver mecha fell from the sky, colliding directly with the torrent of ice cavalry.Fourier immediately returned the red crystal blade to the weapon box and wanted to pop out the orange crystal blade. Suddenly he remembered that the orange crystal blade was still with Enaya, and Enaya had been sent down the mountain by Heizhen. Zhen was entrusted by him...

Am I shooting myself in the foot with a rock?

Fourier smiled bitterly and lowered his body. The ice blue pair of swords popped out from the weapon box. He drew a line towards the ground. The makeshift ice wall was immediately shattered by the wind and snow, and at the same time it blew him backwards. He was From the violently shaking perspective, a second line continued to be drawn toward the ground. The rising ice wall was shattered again, and then the third line...

He reluctantly stopped on the edge of the cliff, and rolled sideways to avoid the remains of the ice cavalry.He returned the weapon to the weapon box and looked up. The huge silver mecha was advancing against the ice cavalry. Wherever it passed, a huge depression appeared in the cavalry's formation.

Fourier knew who was driving the machine. The various abilities that Arianhead had shown before were just her strength as a female knight. The reason why she was seriously injured but not dead was because she was chosen as the one in front of him. She was nicknamed the "Knight God" The so-called mecha pilot survived in a strange state.

Fourier only glanced at it before flicking out the gray crystal blade down the mountain. The next second he appeared halfway up the mountain. The young man stepped on an outstretched branch. The branch immediately broke, but it also slowed him down. After that, he The figure continued to jump on rocks and branches. The weapon box had returned to the ground first, and the wires spit out from it were weaving a fine net under Fourier's control.

Fourier stepped on the edge of the net and immediately rolled toward the ground. He rolled several times before stopping. After descending the mountain in an awkward but extremely fast manner, he dared to look back and look at the battle far above his level on the mountain.

The young man dusted himself off. He trusted his teacher and chose to stay away because he didn't want to be a burden to the teacher.He looked at the gray crystal blade. Due to the many teleportations used today, its color became faint and there was not much magic power left.

He glanced at the intertwined and changing figures in the distance and said to himself: "That's enough."

Although the walking zombies with black eyes are powerful, they are not living people after all. They cannot think. They just repeat certain routines according to their habits in life. Once someone figures out the situation, they become easily defeated.

After the walking corpse was defeated, Black Eye's strength also improved. From being suppressed by his sister Red Eye, he gradually became evenly matched. The others stopped because they were attracted by the more magnificent battle on the mountain, between the silver mecha and the ice cavalry. The battle was more than they imagined, but it was happening before their eyes.

At this moment, the gray crystal blade in the slanting thorn flew over, and Heitong flew it away without even looking. The next second, Fourier appeared in mid-air, holding the crystal blade, and used the momentum of the fall to fly towards Heitong. A sword struck his head.

Everything was like a replay of their first encounter, except that the parties involved had switched places. Black Eyed raised her knife to block, and the moment it came into contact with the crystal blade, the air flow caused her hair to fly to both sides.

Heitong showed a big flaw, but Chitong did not seize this opportunity. After Fourier landed, a series of booms echoed between him and Heitong. Heitong was the one who attacked, but Fourier was calm. He took every attack from her without losing any composure, and she became more and more anxious.

"Go away, it's none of your business, I just want to fight with my sister!" Heitong whispered.

Fourier did not answer immediately. The weapon box unfolded on his right arm and turned into a shield. The crystal blade in his left hand pushed Heitong's weapon aside, pressed it tightly, and then took a step forward, and the shield hit him. Black eyes on the chest and abdomen.

Because the distance was too short, Fourier did not exert enough force. His impact caused Black Eyes to stagger back, with a slightly painful expression on his face. After losing his balance, the petite killer still swung his arm and barely swung out a knife. The black blade and The weapon boxes collided, creating a series of sparks.

"ended!"

The young man lifted the shield and the weapon box returned to its original size. He put the crystal blade back into the weapon box. When the red indicator light came on, he pulled the trigger. The recoil pushed the crystal blade forward. With this thrust, Fourier pulled out Sword, the black pupil only saw a scarlet light, and she barely blocked it with the weapon in her hand. The next second, the long sword was released, and she fell to the ground, looking at the red sword tip only 1cm away from the tip of her nose, with flower petals surrounding the weapon. , as if conducting a funeral.

It wasn't that the young man showed mercy, but another weapon blocked the sword edge, so that it was originally going to pierce Heitong's heart, and used the heart as a gun to make Heitong's body fall apart, destroying the heart and brain at the same time. up her nose.Fourier looked at the person who blocked him with his sword. Chitong lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

"You know, whether you come to kill her or I come to kill her, the result will be the same." Fourier's eyes returned to the defeated person sitting on the ground, "Otherwise, you will see more sad memories. .”

As if to verify his words, Heitong held her head and started howling, rolling on the ground with tears streaming down her face. The pain seemed to tear her apart, and the after-effects of the drug began to show.

Chitong withdrew her weapon, and the strong and confident girl became so cowardly and frustrated. She whispered: "My sister, I will leave my sister to you."

"Well, I'll make it painless for her, I promise."

Fourier raised his hands above his head, and the scarlet light produced distortions visible to the naked eye in the air. When he was about to strike at the black pupil, the change above his body made him turn around, and the crystal blade slashed towards the other side. A man's arm flew high into the air and rolled down into the dirt.

Fourier turned his head and saw Esdeath getting up from the ground in embarrassment. There was a temporary ice blade on the severed arm, which acted as a weapon attached to the arm.Fourier looked down at the blood-stained weapon, and then at the severed arm on the ground. Just now, he seemed to have hit it crookedly.

"Teacher, you said that boys who love to laugh will not have bad luck. I used to doubt it, but now my luck seems to have really improved."

Everyone could see that Esdeath was at the end of her strength, and her proud ice cavalry had all been wiped out.Soon, the silver mecha driven by Arian Hed landed on the ground amid a commotion, and Fourier took a look with mixed emotions.

Once, he thought about going outside to learn the most advanced technology, acquire the most advanced equipment, and then drive a handsome mecha back to the valley, and said to the stunned Arian Herd: "Teacher, what you teach is outdated. Now This is popular out there.”

However, the teacher was the first to drive the mecha. The teacher was still as cool as ever, but he seemed a bit outdated.

For the time being, Fourier ignored the black pupils that had lost their fighting power, and instead aimed at Esdeath. Others also aimed their weapons at the Iceberg Queen. Everyone would feel that their side had an absolute advantage. The variable was Esdeath at best. Whose hands did Si die in? How did he die?——

Until a green feather fell onto Esdeath's shoulder.

The owner of that feather is a budgerigar. It seems that it has lost a lot of hair and is almost bald.It fell on Esdeath's shoulder and murmured: "It's so embarrassing."

"Ah, I messed up this time." Esdeath sighed, "The new king's power is beyond imagination. The troops I sent to kill her were easily eliminated by her, and she also has silver Before that, I thought it was just a legend."

"It's not your fault. The Red King interfered in this matter. Your team is fighting against the Red King's clan."

The parrot turned to the front, and his voice was calm and calm: "Forgive me for not being able to use my true body to speak to you. The new colorless king, the fifth king, salutes you faster than the water."

Chapter 40 The Fate of the Tool Man

Prior to this, Fourier had only met one king. His teacher had not changed significantly before and after he became a king. He still liked to encourage young people, taught violent classes, and teased young people with a serious look on his face. The power of that magical girl only made Fourier sigh, "It smells so good"——

In the past, he was submissive when facing enemies at medium and long distances, but now he punches hard when facing enemies at medium and long distances. It feels good to rub fireballs, and it feels good to keep throwing fireballs.

But now, the young man finally felt something like "sense of pressure" from the second royal person he had seen with his own eyes. The pressure made his hands and feet cold, his heart heavy, and his back seemed to have a thousand kilograms of weight pressing on him. In the past, this kind of I feel like I only encountered this when there were only 3 digits left in his bank card, or when the card pool was up and no goods were shipped.

An experienced person like him frowned and gritted his teeth, recalling his past. After emerging from the gloom, that painful memory not only brought him pain, but also raised the upper limit of his tolerance for pain, pressure and other negative factors. Fourier, a social person with more armor, would naturally receive more beatings.

Fourier glanced at his companions out of the corner of his eye and found that their faces were ugly and they were struggling against the pressure they had created, leaving behind stubborn and trembling figures.He was glad that they didn't run away, collapse to the ground, or collapse emotionally to scare the liquid out of the land. Each one had their own grief, and each grief was unique.

"It's not a good habit to scare people."

Arian Hurd's voice spread rapidly through the loudspeaker above the horseman's head, and with it came a sense of security, like knowing that a long-lasting game has a new tarot card peripheral, just like the third Tarot card. The Mostima came out in ten companies at a time, and Fourier's every pore felt relieved. He took a long breath and stared angrily at the bald parrot resting on Esdeath's shoulder.

"Why should I be polite to my enemies?" The parrot tilted its head and said humanly, "I'm just here to confirm the quality of the king, and other miscellaneous fish are not important."

Kiana was a little annoyed when Fourier and Heizhen caught her at the same time.If Kiana is described as a five-star operator with level 1, potential, 1 skill, 1, then the Green King represented by the bald parrot is the top red knife brother with full crisis conditions, and the kind with residual health, basically one sword. A child is not something their current level can handle.

The parrot's sight never brought the other knights of the iron fleet into sight. The three leading female knights only got two seconds of gaze, while the sisters Red Eyes and Black Eyes shared two seconds. The presence of Kiana and Hei Zhen made The parrot opened its mouth, and Dietrich aroused some caution in the Green King. It was not the strength of the sword itself, but the shadow of Ichihara Yuko behind the sword. The Green King had deep feelings for that existence that transcended all dimensions. fear.

For the rest of the time, the parrot swayed back and forth between Arianhard and Fourier, letting out a deep laugh: "Interesting, so interesting. You probably had an extraordinary experience before you became a king. Conservative and Ignorant people regard freedom and change as scourges, but they don’t know that the real scourges are sleeping in the order that you are proud of.”

"No, order is controllable and harmonious, and people's living standards can be guaranteed. But your so-called freedom and change will only bring conflicts, injuries, disputes, and devastation. After people release their barbaric passions, look All he got was the home he destroyed with his own hands."

Arianne Hurd's voice was very calm: "Whenever, construction is greater than destruction, true freedom is the equal freedom of all people, and real change is the road to collective happiness. If your freedom hinders the freedom of others, Freedom, your self-reform is to benefit yourself at the expense of others, so we will never have to talk. I have crushed countless black sheep who have betrayed human society, and I will not be inferior to you and your disciples."

"How high-sounding. Considering that you are a living legend, with your unquestionable past as evidence, your words seem somewhat credible, but only just credible."

The bald parrot continued to lose its feathers, exposing its flesh-colored skin. After the feathers fell on Esdeath, they immediately turned into a torrent and penetrated into Esdeath's body. The arm cut off by Fourier was Shaped and shaped in the green flames, and finally restored to its original state.

Fourier glanced at Esdeath's purple broken arm, and thought that if the weather hadn't been cold, and if he were a magician, he could have used magic to dispose of the broken arm and sell it to someone with a special quirk, or give it to him directly. A witch used a broken arm to curse the owner of the limb to suffer from menstrual disorders, turning him into a lost golden retriever. He couldn't get the card he wanted, and his secretion was disordered, with enlarged pores and fat particles accumulating on his face, causing crow's feet and the like.

Although this type of curse does little direct harm, in a society that values ​​appearance more and more, the ugly Quasimodo will never turn around. Many people’s friends and enemies are decided at first sight. Who has time? I discovered the truth, goodness and beauty of ugly people. In the end, no matter where they are, everyone only cares about the rights and wrongs of pretty boys and pretty girls.

"I will be responsible for my actions, and I still believe that my actions are correct. If it fails, everyone who made the decision will be responsible, and we will ensure that our names will appear among the first batch of victims. "

Arian Herd appeared on the shoulder of the Riding God in a burst of light: "Do you have this consciousness? Looking at what you did in Friborg, you just encouraged weak people to sacrifice themselves for your wishes. In life, they could have achieved ordinary happiness through their own efforts, but you tricked them into setting themselves on fire and burning them all night long, leaving nothing behind. You are ignorant and ridiculous."

The Green King replied: "If you accuse me of being greedy for life and afraid of death, then I need to defend myself. I am a chess player, not a chess piece. A chess player's layout should focus on the chess game, not a certain chess piece. When the king has empathy for the chess pieces, he has already failed.

Freedom and change are one of the things that people pursue in their hearts. This comes from the instinct of living things to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Your control and order are like castrating the nature of this creature and then putting heavy shackles on it. The shackles are like Prometheus who stole fire and finally became the bound one.

You know exactly what I want and why I am still behind the scenes, but I am determined to win the Dresden Slate.Today I am trying to persuade you to join our great cause with the hope of possibility... although the actuary told me that the probability of being able to persuade you is only one in ten thousand. "

"So you've got your answer, is the current situation still to your liking?"

"Very satisfied. Thank you for your clear-cut answer, which shattered my little fantasy. Although you exist or not, it will not affect the ending of the game. What changes is that a legend will be ended by the tide of the times. Your power , your honor, and your traditional moral concepts are meaningless in the face of the monstrous flood. Unfortunately, Ms. Arian Head, you are the one who will be crushed this time."

The parrot fluttered its wings and all its feathers were stripped off its body: "The greeting part is over, everyone, we are destined to meet again."

The falling feathers burst into green flames, gathering into a group of snakes and rising from the ground, engulfing Esdeath's figure. Fourier raised his weapon, and the scarlet light melted and bonded the concepts of people and weapons. Forming a seamless whole with the crystal blade, the scarlet air curtain started from the trajectory of his sword swing, crossed the space and arrived in front of the green snakes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

With him as the starting point, the others suddenly realized and started to attack. The various attacks fell on the green flames and disappeared without a trace like Fourier's slash. It was not until Arian Hed's riding god descended from the sky and stamped out the green flames that they finally I saw that both Esdeath and the Bald Parrot had disappeared without a trace.

"By the way, teacher, Esdeath said she wants to change homes!" Fourier raised his head, "If we are all not here..."

"The Third Crown and her clan are assisting our defense."

Arian Hed was held up by a ball of light and landed steadily in front of Fourier. The young man looked at the huge horseman behind him with longing and longing. Fighting in the sky with a handsome mecha is almost every adolescent boy. We all have fantasies.

Now that the fantasy is in front of him, Fourier just sighed, because the riding gods are intelligent life forms. They will choose their own drivers and are very dedicated. They share their lives with the driver and will not allow others to drive.

Arian Hed was just about to say something when a painful sound caused her to move her eyes and saw the black pupils lying on the ground, covering her head.Fourier followed his gaze and noticed the poor female killer, and remembered the agreement with her sister Chitong.

If the Green King hadn't just invaded, he would have killed Black Eyes and let her die painlessly, but fortunately, it's not too late now.

He walked towards Black Eyes with his sword in hand. Red Eyes saw the young man's actions, hesitated to speak and finally lowered his gaze. When Fourier glanced at Black Eyes with pity, raised the sword in his hand and prepared to swing it down, Arian Hurd's voice came from behind.

"and many more."

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Fourier stopped abruptly and turned around to ask.

"I'm a little curious, why are you the one carrying out the execution?"

"We have reached a consensus that if we cannot save Miss Black Eyes' life, it would be better to terminate her early. As you can see, she is just suffering while living like this.

It's too cruel to let an elder sister kill her younger sister. Even if they belong to different camps, there is still something like a family relationship between them. Miss Chitong can't do it, so I will do it. "

"You will be hated if you rashly interfere in other people's housework. Your actions are of no benefit at all. Instead, it will arouse the resentment of the relatives of the deceased. Rationally, the living can understand and even appreciate your behavior, but emotionally, She will always remember that you killed her sister and that your sword was stained with her sister's blood.

In this way, a person who is supposed to be a friend ends up becoming a stranger in your life. This is all because you are too lenient and exceed the responsibilities you should bear. "

"Teacher, aren't you the one who molded me into this person?" Fourier smiled casually, "If you only act based on interests, the adult world will be too naive and boring."

Arian Herd was stunned for a moment, showed a relieved smile, and raised his hand to make a "please" gesture. Fourier turned around, took a deep breath, raised the sword above his head, and gathered on the sword to the beat of his own heartbeat. Magic power, brewing a swift and decisive blow.

Just when he waved his arm and the crystal blade had dropped to the height of his nose, a "Wait a minute" came from the side.

This is the third time!It was also very rude to the black-eyed lady who was lying on the ground. She had been waiting for relief three times, but was stopped every time.

Fourier cursed in his heart at a high speed, and at the same time, he bluntly deflected his attack, almost dodging his own waist.Even so, the edge of the sword still fell towards the girl's body, and was blocked by a blade extending from the side, making a crisp sound. The owner of the weapon was also the one who just told him to stop.

Fourier frowned dissatisfied: "Ditris, why?"

"In addition to coming to Ms. Arianhead to upgrade, I also have another mission, which is to act as that adult's eyes and ears, providing a medium for intervention when she needs it."