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The fading person who wants to save his wife: "I have almost understood it, so I will withdraw first, bye."

My love will never be lost: "I will keep asking and robbing until there is nothing left in the world but her."

Fujiwara Chika: "Ah! No! Mr. Faded One, don't leave me and Beita-chan behind!"

Fujiwara Chika: "Stay with us! (crying)"

Lost my love forever: "Hate me and curse me, please do as you please, everything will eventually collapse until she returns to my arms."

The faded person who wants to save his wife: "I don't want it."

Looking at this newcomer, it feels like looking at my past self.

The devil is staying to watch this newcomer named Fiego get sick.

and...

The faded person who wanted to save his wife said: "You also closed the group and let him get sick here by himself, wouldn't it be better?"

Chika Fujiwara: "Whoa, I don't want it. If you close the group, there will be nothing interesting to do."

As an old lady, Chika Fujiwara said that it's okay to be tired of helping her good girlfriends every day.

Nowadays, we can no longer lose the fun of water groups, otherwise we will be bored to death!

North North North: "+1"

Beitai-chan said that he hasn't received any new zero battles recently, and it's so boring.

The faded person who wanted to save his wife: "Okay then, enjoy it slowly, bye."

After typing in the chat box, close the page with your backhand.

It is estimated that the rookie will not be able to maintain this state for a long time. I think he only became like this in one cycle.

The next reincarnation will break out of this state of illness.

However, he doesn't know how long the newcomer will last.

After all, he was mentally and behaviorally abnormal at the time, and he just cleaned up the surface creatures, arbitrarily arbitrarily ruling the ages at the junction.

Words haven't been like this yet...

"Forget it, never mind him, let's do what I'm doing first."

The faded man said this, and immediately turned his attention to D on the other side again, and walked over slowly.

However, just as he reached his position, D who had already woken up turned his head to look at him.

"Oh, it's you, what do you want from me? Have you changed your mind? Now I can recommend you to Gurango..."

Seeing D who was extremely sober and talking to himself, he couldn't help scratching his head in trouble.

"Tsk, you guys can't wake up when, you have to pick this time..."

"What do you mean?"

The eyes under the helmet narrowed slightly, and D's gaze immediately caught the golden dagger in his hand.

"you...."

Feeling the danger coming, D was about to get up and draw his sword when the fader's attack had already arrived in front of him.

Snapped!With a clear and crisp sound, the metal-colored fancy long whip that appeared at some point in his hand was raised high and swung towards D's body.

Before D could make any evasive movements, the long whip sank into his armor, binding him tightly.

This is the Horaus Petal Whip, a weapon that once belonged to Diaros Horaus' brother.

Although it is not as good as the giant red hair whip against the enemy, it is still pretty good for binding tin cans, just like it is now.

The petal-like long whip penetrated D's armor, even penetrated into the flesh, bound him tightly, and fell heavily to the ground, unable to move.

"What are you going to do? This is the round table hall, the domain of forbidden weapons! If you violate it, you will be hunted down by the round table hall... Hiss—"

During the struggle, the barbs of the petals and vines stuck in the flesh and blood were slightly touched, causing D to gasp.

"Don't struggle, or you will sink deeper and deeper."

He slowly squatted in front of D and reminded him kindly.

Then, he raised the short golden blade in his hand and gradually approached his chest, then stopped suddenly, and continued:

"Oh, by the way, you don't need to be reminded whether you will be hunted down or not, because Sir Baizhi is dead, I did it."

"Varied--"

The understatement made the face under D's golden helmet full of shock.

Sir Baizhi is dead?

The leader of the round table hall was actually killed by the faded person in front of him? !

He wanted to believe it or not, but in the current situation he had to believe it.

Because no one came to stop, or punish this fader.

"you..."

- Pfft!

Before he could ask the question, the sound of the blade piercing flesh suddenly sounded, and then D felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw that the blade of the golden dagger had completely submerged into his body...

129. In-depth communication and discussion of life

"I didn't expect this thing to be quite useful."

A white curse-scarred rune like a centipede appeared in his hand.

This is exactly half of the centipede wound ring curse mark stripped from D's body.

However, the golden dagger in his hand was not so easy to deal with. Like ice-cracked porcelain, the blade was covered with dense cracks.

It seems to break at the touch of a finger.

These cracks were all caused by the power of death on the half of the centipede injury ring curse mark, and were the result of continuous erosion when it was peeled off.

Until now, this erosion has barely stopped, but it has also caused irreversible damage.

After all, no matter how incomplete this destined death was, it was the power used by Queen Xiaose to hunt and kill external gods. This power representing the ultimate death had already exceeded the upper limit of the erosive gold prototype treasure.

Being able to peel off half of the centipede's scars is already good enough.

Even D, when he stripped off the curse mark from Godwin the Deadborn, he paid a big price...

"I don't know if I can use it next time..."

Looking at the dagger in his hand that was on the verge of breaking, he shook his head regretfully, and put it back into his backpack.

If it doesn't work, just ask Gilgamesh for another one, or exchange it for one with something else?

Why worry about unnecessary things like that.

However, what he didn't know was that if Gilgamesh knew his thoughts, he would definitely scold MMP a few words.

How did a treasure like eroded gold that can peel off the curse mark of the human soul become like a Chinese cabbage?

You must know that a certain witch spent her entire life sublimating into a ten thousand talisman that should break the rules. How could he have a second such thing here!

Afterwards, the faded man looked at D who was lying motionless on the ground again, and kicked him with his feet.

"Are you still alive? Don't pretend to be dead."

no response.

"Huh? That's not right..."

Seeing that D still didn't respond, he couldn't help feeling puzzled.

According to Gilgamesh, this short knife will only peel off the things you want to separate, and will not hurt others.

However, the fact is also the same. There is no scar on D's chest at all, and even the place where the dagger was inserted before is intact.

However, now this person just doesn't respond, as if he is dead.

"It shouldn't be..."

Obviously, only the death curse marks were peeled off before, but his soul was not peeled off.

Feeling confused, the faded person slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted D's helmet.

--Snapped!Snapped!

"Hey, it's time to get up, it's already morning."

He slapped D's helmet again and again, making it snap.

In this silent hall, the sound of exploding wood from the bonfire in the fireplace formed a distinct rhythmic duet.

"Ah, wake up."

I don't know how long it took to shoot, but the fader finally stopped.

D looked around slightly with his severely deformed helmet on his head, and finally locked his eyes on him.

The look under the helmet showed fear mixed with a bit of confusion.

"you...."

"Okay, stop talking."

He interrupted suddenly, stood up slowly, and looked at D who was lying on the ground.

"I have taken away half of the death curse mark you got from Godwin's corpse."

Opening his palm again, the white curse mark filled with ominous death power emerged again.

"If you want revenge, I'm always welcome, but..."

Speaking of this, he closed his palms again, bent down and drew closer to D.

"Don't trouble Fiya, and don't try to challenge my bottom line—"

"This is between the two of us, don't bother anyone else."

"I know where you will stay, and I also know where you are going. In this junction, you have nowhere to hide from my pursuit, is it clear?"

The faded man looked at D with ice-cold eyes, exuding an incomparably dignified aura that constantly oppressed D's nerves, as if he was facing the Guranger who chose to devour him, making him dare not even breathe.

In the end, unable to hold on anymore under the pressure of his momentum, he nodded slowly.

"very good."

The terrifying aura was fleeting, as if it had never happened before, the faded person who was nothing but a normal person raised his body and showed a faint smile again.

At the same time, he also took back the Khosrow petal whip that was used to restrain D.

And after D was freed from the shackles, he had no intention of staying in the round table hall, and without even saying a word, he ran away on the spot through the blessing transmission of the round table.

Looking at the empty round table hall that became empty, like the golden tree being burned down, he didn't have much reaction, turned around indifferently, and walked towards Fei Ya's room.

The reason why he warned D not to cause trouble for Fiya is simple.

In the entire hall of the round table, the only person who would be interested in the scars of the death curse was Fei Ya, who was a sleeping girl and accompanied the dead all day long.

And D also knew about the delicate relationship between Godwin and Fear.

Therefore, except for Fei Ya, other people avoid this ominous power, let alone want to get it for themselves.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

As soon as he entered the room, Fei Ya's voice sounded.

"Ah, long time no see."

Looking up, I saw Fei Ya was putting the black leather book in her hand on the tea table, and the flickering candlelight shone on her delicate profile.

As if nothing that had happened outside had affected her, she was focused on waiting for the person who should arrive in this small room.

"The commotion caused by your return this time is really quite big."

"Really? I feel nothing."

The faded man shrugged and walked over, turned his head and glanced at the books on the tea table, then stared at the charming face hidden under the hood and said: