This person is strange.

When Su Ziyu looked at him, all he saw was an empty shell, and the existence of the soul seemed to be if there was nothing, which was a state that he could not understand for the time being.

Are you going to take my head?

Why would he call me an unknown king?

Are you ignoring something?

Hawkwood of Fran?

Flange should be a place name, right? Hawkwood is estimated to be the name of this person?

What are embers without fire?

Don't have detailed records in the library? Seems like a kind of immortality?

"Why do you want my head?" Su Ziyu frowned and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, staring at the man approaching step by step in front of him, there was a very strong murderous aura on the other party's body, and at first glance he was a veteran who had experienced countless fights.

However, this alone cannot defeat today's Suziyu.

He has faced many enemies, and even faced some unspeakable horrors!

Hawkwood, who was approaching step by step, didn't seem to have any interest in continuing to talk, his gaze was very firm, and when the distance was about thirty meters, the whole person suddenly began to accelerate, and his movements were quite fast, and when he was about fifteen meters old, he suddenly jumped up, and picked up the big sword that appeared with a faint firelight was a powerful heavy slash.

Rumble!

There was a crack in the ground, and the hard stone slab turned directly into powder.

Well.

This guy has a lot of strength.

Su Ziyu moved his steps slightly, moved half a step sideways to avoid, his hand was still pressed on the hilt of the sword and did not move, just tilted his head to look at the other party, he was very curious where this person's soul went?

Or where is it hidden?

Why are all souls almost gone? He seems to be quite sane?

The wind is howling.

A little bit of Mars spreads.

After a heavy slash missed, Hawkwood's expression was slightly stunned, but then he swept with his sword, and in a hundred and eighty-degree roundabout, the exploding sparks slightly blocked the vision, and when he tried to find the trace of Su Ziyu again, he suddenly found that his big sword seemed to be a little heavier, and as soon as his eyes moved, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, because he saw that the man was standing on his blade.

"You're immortal?"

"Do you want my head for that?" Su Ziyu moved back lightly when the opponent swung his sword, slid at a low altitude for more than ten meters and then landed, and said slowly: "Who sent you?" ”

"How did he know I was here?"

"That's not right."

"How did he know about my existence? Why my head? ”

Rumble.

Hawkwood gritted his teeth and brandished his great sword to slash again, this time he seemed to have hit the target, but soon he found that he had hit only a phantom, a heavy stone pillar with waist thickness was directly cut by him, and the figure of Su Ziyu also appeared a few meters away, looking relaxed as if strolling leisurely.

"Is this the strength of the Salary King?"

As if he had been struck a great blow, his hands trembling slightly, and he muttered, "Hehe! It's ridiculous! ……”

"With our fireless embers, how can we defeat the mighty Salary King?"

Salary King?

When he heard the other party's muttering, Su Ziyu's heart suddenly chuckled.

An unknown king?

Salary King?

Wait a minute!

Am I the Salary King?

it!

Su Ziyu, who has just read the library materials, of course knows the meaning of the word 'salary king', which is simply a humanoid firewood salary, specially prepared for the fire ceremony, and the burning king replenishes the power of the initial fire, so as to achieve the purpose of continuing the era of fire.

The guy in front of him, who calls himself 'Hawkwood of Farran', is the undead who has come to hunt him, and the purpose is to bring his head back as firewood for the fire ceremony!

What's wrong?

Why did he become the salary king in their mouth as soon as he entered this world?

The space-time watcher system also had an anomaly when he entered, presumably the anomaly at that time had something to do with his current status as the salary king.

Wait a minute.

Is it a dimensional pan-consciousness?

Is the pan-consciousness of this plane already hungry? actually included him in the ranks of salary kings?

Countless thoughts flashed through Su Ziyu's mind, and after understanding the world, he vaguely guessed something in these chaotic information.

That's that he's too strong.

But it's not strong enough.

Because Su Ziyu himself has entered the legendary realm, and has accumulated a part of the divine value on his body, when he entered this world, he became an existence, which is very likely to be the plane consciousness, or the ration in the eyes of something else, that is, the salary king necessary for the fire transmission ceremony, the other party is very likely to desire the divine power in him, and even locked him when he just entered, and directly relied on the power of the plane law to assimilate him partially.

That's why Suziyu will wake up in the coffin this time.

That's why when Su Ziyu woke up, he would hear the strange bell.

He's the Salary King!

In order to continue the firewood necessary for the Age of Fire, the unknown being who marked him as the Salary King, even through some kind of power, or some special force, is locking and hunting him, with the purpose of throwing him into the Initial Fire to burn him.

Or rather, it's more appropriate to use devouring.

The undead in front of them are the blades that serve them, and in the past, if the Salary King was unwilling to fulfill his mission, then the Immortal would swarm until the head of the Salary King was taken away.

Your uncle's!

Suziyu has been through so many worlds, and has never encountered such a situation.

Is there a pit in this world?

He had never been targeted in this way when he entered the mission plane before, and he must know that the first task of the space-time watcher was to find a way to save that world, eliminate the pollution and corruption of that world, and there was basically no situation of being targeted by the plane's pan-consciousness.

But this time, he became the Salary King, a sacrifice to the Primordial Fire.

Since the beginning of the fire ceremony, in the long tens of thousands of years, no salary king can refuse his mission, and even if the paid king escapes the fire transmission ceremony, he will eventually be taken by the undead.

Nothing is missing!

The ritual of passing the fire has never failed so far, which means that as long as the existence is chosen as the Salary King, it will eventually be thrown into the Initial Fire and burned.

It's a never-ending situation!

As Su Ziyu gradually understood some things, the murderous aura on his body became more and more intense, and a gloomy aura made people seem to be out of breath, and even a trace of electricity appeared faintly on the surface of his body. In contrast, Hawkwood, who was not far away, seemed to have lost his fighting spirit, his pupils were slightly dilated, and his expression was very depressed, but he still did not give up the fight, as if with a hint of extravagance, he swung his sword again and slashed at the Su Ziyu in front of him, hoping that he could bring him even a little bit of damage.

Clang!

The Falling Star Sword turned into a cold light and flew out, Su Ziyu stood in place without moving his steps at all, but Hawkwood in front of him let out a painful snort, and the palm holding the big sword slashed down directly, and the big sword smashed on the ground with a crisp sound.

"Who told you where I am?" Su Ziyu's figure suddenly appeared in front of Hawkwood, and a knee hit the opponent like an arched shrimp, and even a crisp bone breaking sound could be heard.

Smack.

Hawkwood's figure fell, and then a foot stepped on his chest, and that foot seemed to have a thousand powers, and he couldn't stand up after struggling.

Is this the power of the Salary King?

It's horrible!

When he got serious, he didn't have the slightest power to resist.

Sure enough, the group of idiots in the fire sacrifice field are talking about dreams! How could a group of fireless embers defeat such a powerful Salary King?

"Who sent you here?" Su Ziyu frowned and increased his strength a little, the other party's pain seemed to be very weak, obviously his ribs were about to be broken, but he still didn't have too many painful expressions, at most, his face looked more depressed.

"Ahem." Hawkwood, who was at the foot of Su Ziyu, coughed slightly, and then said in a very low voice, "Fire Transmission Sacrifice Ground." ”

"The Firewoman prophesied the coming of the unknown Salary King."

"Let's take your head back to the Fire Transmission Arena! …… Ahem! …… You have the splendor of the king's soul in you! …… The undead will always find you! ……”

As he spoke, the Hawkwood aura in front of him gradually weakened, and before Su Ziyu could react, he died directly.

A faint blue glow emerged.

When Su Ziyu reached out and touched this faint blue light, a row of prompts immediately appeared in front of him.

- "A small mess of souls (refinable): This is a mess of souls that contains many different kinds of monsters, and the undead suck these souls into their bodies to increase their power through special rituals. Gain 150 energy after refining. ”

It's a lot stronger than the living bishop.

Su Ziyu directly put away the soul, and then frowned and looked at the corpse in front of him, while the other party died, he felt as if something had been lost in this corpse.

Now it's a problem!

He was actually locked by this plane and became the salary king!

The brilliance of the king's soul?

Doesn't it mean the brilliance of divinity?

Now it is estimated that many immortals want his head, and there is no clue what to do next, but I'm afraid I have to think about it.

Meanwhile.

In an ancient sacrificial ground, a bonfire was lit in the center with a strange spiral sword, and directly above it were five massive thrones, but among them, a new sixth throne had just been completed, and this throne was just above the other five.

The whole sacrificial hall was empty, as if there were not many living people in it.

At this time, around the bonfire in the center, some ashes fluttered, and not far away was a beautiful woman dressed like a nun, her head wearing a gorgeous silver-white blindfold like a crown, completely covering a pair of eyes, and her smooth chin could vaguely show the shape of her face, which seemed to be a very beautiful woman.

Fireproof Woman.

The manager of the fire sacrifice ground.

Around the campfire, in the drifting ashes, the silhouette of a human figure gradually emerged.

The fireproof woman who was originally standing quietly in the corner of the fire transmission ceremony turned her head slightly, as if she had glanced at it, and then retracted it, bowing her head slightly as if she was praying.

"It's horrible!"

"It's so powerful! …… This is not an enemy that we can defeat at all! ……”

Hawkwood's body gradually emerged around the campfire, his expression a hint of fear, his expression becoming more and more depressed, and he muttered, "The Salary King is not something that fireless ashes can defeat!" ……”

"Fortunately, I had prepared the means to kill myself."

"If he kills me, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to resurrect, right? …… I guess it will turn into an unconscious living corpse......"

He closed his eyes as if sensing something, and muttered, "I can't die anymore!" ……”

"If you die again, you will probably go really crazy! …… There is not much humanity left! …… The Dark Ring will devour my soul completely! ……”

Hawkwood sat in the corner of the fire festival and muttered to himself, his original ornate equipment was gone, and all that was left was a thin gray garment the color of ashes, which did not look like real clothes, but rather like the creation of some kind of spell, like his resurrected body by the campfire.

Da-da-da-da.

Hawkwood seemed to have completely lost his fighting spirit, half-paralyzed and half-squatting and stayed in a corner of the fire sacrifice ground, and his whole person exuded an extremely decadent and depressed temperament.

He didn't seem to want to go out anymore, and even had a plan to die here of old age.

Da-da-da-da.

A soft footstep approached.

Hawkwood had already heard the footsteps, it seemed to be a woman, because the footsteps were very soft, but he didn't bother to look up at all, just silenced in his inner world, until the other party walked in front of him, he looked up slightly.

A nun.

The same fireless embers.

Hawkwood recognized at a glance that the other party was his own kind, this woman was wearing a gray-blue and white nun's dress, her fingers were very white and slender, her feet were naked on the ground, a fine silver-gray chain was wrapped around her waist, and the gray-black hood headdress covered most of her face, and only a face with a soft facial outline but a very cold expression could be seen, and there seemed to be a faint light in her calm pupils, and she held a huge scythe in her other hand. The icy light almost hit Hawkwood's neck.

The nun said in a very calm and soft voice, "You have already met the unknown king?" ”

"How strong is he?"

Hawkwood frowned and looked up at the other party, and said in a somewhat mocking tone, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Fried, a nun from Longor." The nun, who had a good face, bowed slightly, seemed to be very polite, presumably had received a fairly good education before, and said calmly: "I am looking for the unknown salary king!" ……”

A ray of cold light streaked through.

As the nun swung the huge scythe, the invisible white ripples tore the air apart.

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