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But under this extreme fear, he couldn't even utter the words of begging for mercy.

He could only watch helplessly as the other party approached him step by step.

Under the dim light, those scarlet eyes stared coldly at the demigod who had a completely different style from before.

The previous arrogance on Greg's body has completely disappeared, like a punk who has been beaten, curled up and trembling in place.

But even so, he didn't mean to stop.

Who would have thought of stopping when killing his finger witch?let go?

Under the terrified eyes, he stepped on Grek's body, making it sink slightly.

Then slowly bend down...

- Hiss!

Blood splattered all of a sudden, Greg's dragon head arm was torn off abruptly, and he was thrown aside casually.

When it comes to tearing Greg apart with your hands, you definitely don’t know how to use a knife!

"Ah---!!! No!! My power!!! No!!!"

Under the excruciating pain, Greg finally made a sound, which was nothing more than endless screams.

"Weak."

Looking at Greg who was almost rolling all over the ground, without any mercy, he once again grabbed the arms of those faded people inlaid on the back, and forcibly tore them off one by one.

This appalling scene made Chika Fujiwara, who was watching the live broadcast, look away.

Immediately initiate a message in the chat group.

Fujiwara Chika: "Hey, Mr. Faded...do you have any enmity with this golden king, Mr. Greg?"

Aizen: "It seems right now."

Otto Apocalypse: "Yes, Miss Qianhua, do you still remember the live broadcast when the Faded One first entered the group? The monster we saw for the first time is likely to come from the power of this person named Greg. "

Fujiwara Chika: "Ah, I remembered, it's the guy who looks like a big spider! Then... the corpse in the church..."

Otto Apocalypse: "That should have been done by Greg, and the dead woman probably has a lot to do with Mr. Faded."

Forever 17 years old: "Ah, then Mr. Greg is not unjust at all. If it were me, I would do this."

North North North North: "Blame yourself.jpg"

Master of the Hall of Rebirth: "For Mr. Greg, who took the blame for himself, observe three seconds of silence, so that his soul can rest in peace."

The Oldest King: "Hmph, mere miscellaneous repair..."

In terms of disgust, Gilgamesh is the one who hates the most in the entire group except for the faded ones.

But it is also the most complicated mood.

Originally thought that this miscellaneous cultivator could still have some skills, but this is the result?

It is simply tarnishing the title of King of Gold!

"Hmph, miscellaneous repair!"

31. Satisfied Clara

Finally, in the miserable wailing, Greg lost his life.

And he also got the first big rune - the most central fragment of the ring.

It's just that this fragment has lost the power of grace, and it needs to climb up the God's Tower to restore its power.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Seeing that the big rune he had obtained lost its power like a fossil, he couldn't help curling his lips.

What he hates the most is to look for these divine grant towers.

The three of Greco, Mengget and Menger are alright, and their positions are still easy to find.

But other people's...

For example, Marenia and Lataen, the location of their god-given towers is so hell that it can't be any more hell.

One was almost built in the middle of the sea, and the other was almost buried deep in the ground.

Although it doesn't mean that it can't be reinstalled on the magic ring without restoring power, but the fragments after restoring power can be a big help.

Just a little trouble...

"Owner...."

A sudden soft call interrupted his rant.

Turning around, she saw Kurala walking over with Rodrika and Serolina.

"Master, master, are you alright?"

Clara, who was flying lightly in the air, circled around him, looking very worried.

Because she had seen her master standing here for a long time, and she was still motionless.

There is bound to be some concern.

"It's okay, I was just thinking about something."

Subconsciously reached out and touched the jellyfish's head.

Not to mention, this feels pretty good, soft, cool and comfortable.

But having said that, the soul jellyfish wandering in the junction seem to be very gentle?

They never took the initiative to attack him, and even walked over, they would actively give way.

According to rumors, these soul jellyfish seem to be turned into dead girls?

"Tsk, what a rare conscience at the border."

I complained a little in my heart, and the movements of my hands became more gentle.

However, Kurala didn't react at all, and tried her best to maintain the current floating position, allowing the owner to touch it, and even tried to float upwards, gently rubbing against his palm.

At the same time, there is still a little joy in my heart.

"Master is willing to touch me..."

She has always been very concerned about her identity as a soul jellyfish, and she has always been afraid that the faded person will hate her.

It was also because of this that he never dared to speak, for fear that the master would regard him as a monster.

Therefore, I have been working hard all the time, trying to get the master to recognize me.

Now, the effort has finally paid off.

"Hee hee, Master's hand is really warm..."

While Kulala was enjoying the warmth of this moment, Rodrika suddenly came out and bowed to the faded one.

"Thank you, Mister Fade, thank you for defeating this evil king."

"Well, it's nothing, it just happens to have the same goal, is it a favor?"

He shrugged indifferently.

He really didn't think too much about helping Rodrika fulfill her wish and revenge.

At that time, all he could think of was to brutally kill this guy, Greg, and avenge his own witch.

If he could, he even wanted to pull Gray up and kill him tens of thousands of times, so that this guy could experience the despair of the Finger Witch when she died.

"No, thank you too. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would still be crying in that hut, and I don't even have the courage to step forward..."

Saying that, Rodrika bowed heavily to him.

Then he got up slowly and looked at him with some hesitation in his eyes.

It seemed that there was something to say, but he didn't dare to say it.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

"Um...."

Rodrika nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and then bent down again:

"Mr. Faded, can you let me follow you? Although I can't do anything now, I will work hard to become a useful person who can help Mr. Faded."

From the moment she saw the faded person, she was very envious, especially when she saw so many spirit bodies supporting the faded person, she was even more envious.

She very much hopes that she can join this big family.

And this Mr. Faded is still so gentle, he doesn't dislike that he will get in the way, and he still brings him to Stonewell City to fulfill his wish.

She is really satisfied.

It was also because of this that she hoped that she could help this Mr. Faded One even more.

But, would Mr. Fade really accept such a weak self?

Her heart gradually became uneasy.

I regret why I said such words now because my brain was so hot.

If, if you become more useful, just ask again...

"Raise your head, Roderica."

When the girl heard the voice, her heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough... can't you...

While getting up, his eyes gradually became dim.

That's right, such a me, what qualifications do I have to follow such a powerful Lord Faded...

"Ok?"

Rodrika's reaction surprised him a little.

Why did it suddenly become like this?

I haven't said anything yet?

However, she soon realized that this girl probably thought she was going to reject her, so she became like this.

But how is this possible?

"You are welcome to join us."

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out a hand to the girl.

Where can I find such a great soul tuner?

He only saw a soul tuner like Rodrika in the whole border, how could he let it go?

"....Eh?"

The girl stared blankly at his outstretched hand, then raised her head to look blankly at his face.

"Ah I..."

The sudden invitation made her too excited to speak, and her eyes regained their brilliance.

"Why don't you want to?"

"No, I'd love to! Thank you, Lord Fade, I will try my best!"

Rodrika excitedly held his hand with both hands, shaking it a few times.

Didn't expect this fader to really accept himself.

"Welcome, sister Rodrika."

Clara floated around her, dancing.

Although there have been hundreds of reincarnations without encountering Rodrika alone, she still remembers the first time she met Rodrika.

If it wasn't for Rodrika, she wouldn't have met her current master.

Whether as a friend or otherwise, she was sincerely happy for Rodrika.