Under the stunned eyes of everyone-

Demon King Cadre Lust. The decapitated corpse of Mostima actually twisted his head back by himself;

With a 'click-' sound, as if it had been screwed into place, his bloodshot eyes and outstretched tongue seemed to touch a switch, and he suddenly came back to life from death;

No, no, it's different from the ordinary face at the beginning, and his expression is different from the beginning at the moment!!

And the tone of speech is also completely different;

It used to be a respectful aristocratic look, but now it looks like a crazy - crazy?!

At this moment, his eyes were round and rolling, his mouth was crooked and drooling, and his nose was constantly bubbling roughly:

"Ahahahaha, I'm one of the seven cadres of the Demon King, Mostima, others call it lust."

Arya and the others didn't care about it, villains, aren't they all like this, it's normal to be crazy-

Taking advantage of the fact that he had just twisted his head on his body to confront Arya, Sovia followed her sister's instructions and took the opportunity to rescue the kidnapped Blaslan;

But because Blasland was seriously injured and dying, Arya had to ask Sovia to export magic to Blasland-

But Sovia's magic power is running out, so Arya's side is obviously missing one combat power;

"It's okay, I'll solve this battle alone!!" Arya clenched her fists and said;

"Ahaa——!?a

"And what about your choice?!" Demon King Cadre Lust. Mostima asked;

"Combat !!" Arya said firmly, holding the Brave Sword;

At the same time, the anti-gravity device of the Brave Skirt Armor on Arya's waist suddenly exerted force, causing her body to quickly charge forward-

"Aha, then I'm not welcome!!" Demon King Cadre Lust. Mostima said and took out a leather whip that smelled of blood, which was stained with the blood of Baislan's body, and the blood of I don't know how many;

Sovia and the black cat, who were holding Blasila in their arms, watched Arya and the Demon King nervously on the sidelines. the battle between the two of Mostheta;

'Sonorous-', the two sides quickly collided together, and then staggered;

At this moment, Arya staggered a little bit of position at the moment of contact between the two sides with the anti-gravity device of the brave skirt armor;

It was this little staggered position that made the opponent's whip attack miss, and his own attack went along the opponent's neck......

'Flutter-', blood spurted, this is the scene after the body loses its head, and the opponent's head is easily cut off by Arya again!?

Demon King cadre, this guy who was blown to the sky by the black cat, how could he be so weak when he cut off his head and didn't die?!

Could it be that he is really so weak other than immortal?!

Everyone: "!? ”

Even Arya was a little strange, but she didn't think much about it, but chased after the victory!!

But—

This time it didn't make everyone wait long, just when Arya wanted to go up and make another sword for the separated head;

Arya: "!?" ”

This time the Demon King cadre lust. The headless corpse of the Mostima moved faster and chased it out at the same time as the head flew out!!

He quickly snatched the head back;

Lifting the head to the body again, there was a 'click', and the head was turned several times and finally fell into place;

But everyone saw that this time his ordinary face actually changed again;

completely lost the appearance of the madman just now, but was extremely serious and focused:

"The Seven Cadres of the Demon King, Lust. Mostima ginseng!! ”

"Girl, please teach me swordsmanship-" said the seven cadres of the Demon King, lust. Mostima threw his whip and took out a sword to confront the pursuing Arya!!

However, this time, his head was not easily cut off by Arya, but the two sides fought together;

Everyone: "!? ”

After only listening to a few 'sonorous' sounds, the violent collision of the two swords produced many small sparks, and the sparks kept splashing in the battle between the two - like fluttering cherry blossoms!!

'Whew-', this is the sound of a piece of fabric at the corner of Arya's Joan of Arc's skirt being picked up by the opponent's long sword;

This piece of fabric is made directly from Joan of Arc. Arya separated, then fluttered, and finally shattered into powder!

"It's super easy to cut off your head at first!"

"Why, all of a sudden, it's so strong in swordsmanship?!" Arya relied on the brave skirt armor to flexibly dodge the opponent's attack, and she also attacked in a coquettish position-

But every time, it was interrupted by the opponent's counterattack, which made Arya extremely aggrieved and uncomfortable;

This is a skill that can only be shown by a person with superb swordsmanship, is the other party a master of swordsmanship?!

If you have superb swordsmanship, why didn't you show it at first?!

The two staggered again and then pulled away for some distance, and Arya took the opportunity to gasp for breath and 'return blood';

And the opposite demon king cadre lust. Mostima remained silent, and was completely different from the previous two times;

At this moment, he seems to be a professional swordsman, disdainful of wasting his tongue, and everything about himself is explained by the sword;

No, no, wait-

Everyone: "!? ”

He's twisting his head with both hands?!

With a crisp sound of 'click-', the expression on his face that was serious and focused on the sword instantly collapsed-

Changed back to the way he looked the second time: his eyes were round and rolling, his mouth was crooked and drooling, and his nose was constantly bubbling like a madman?!

"Aha, chick, are you finally convinced?!"

"This is the power of my swordsman personality!!"

"And this—" The madman turned his head again, this time in a circle, only to hear a 'click';

His madman's face was instantly retracted, and it was obvious that this was the first time, a personable nobleman;

He stooped and bowed and made a noble salute:

"How's that, Miss?"

"If you continue to fight, my sword will cut off your beautiful head if you are not careful?"

"Otherwise, think about it again and go back with me."

Everyone was lusted by the demon king cadres. The variety of Mostima was inexplicable, and there were only two words in my heart: weird!

Only Arya who is holding the Black Charcoal Brave Sword, Arya contacts and fights with the other party, so her feelings are the deepest:

"I see——!!

"An ordinary face that can't be remembered no matter how many people look at it, although the face is extremely ordinary, but it is precisely this that makes him have no sense of disobedience no matter what kind of face he transforms into, and he seems to be at ease."

"Your ability is a man of a thousand faces!! By constantly changing faces—"

"Each face corresponds to a corresponding personality, and different personalities are used to deal with different professional fields, right?!"

"The personality of the nobility is used for negotiation, the personality of madness is used for spitting, the personality of a swordsman is used for fighting, and so on."

"That's right! My noble lady. "Demon King cadre lust. Again Mostima performed a noble ceremonial way;

"I don't just have the personality of a nobleman, a madman, and a swordsman, I also have a knight, an archer, a gentleman, and even a magician, and so on."

"And what about your choice?" He bent down and jerked himself up,

Although the nobleman is polite, he is also arrogant, if the other party refuses for the second time, he will be ruthless, even if the other party is the fiancée of the demon king-

Perhaps, the fiancée with broken hands and feet, the demon king will like it more?

Thinking of this, his crazy personality uncontrollably broke through the aristocratic personality, stretched out his long tongue and licked it on his face, and the saliva 'ticked' and 'ticked' to the ground......