This sudden intervention in the conversation was rude, and Al and Wendy looked at each other, feeling that something was not quite right.

It's a VIP-only access, with a secluded location and only one group of guests at a time.

The minions had already left, and all but the two of them were the staff of the airship, and these well-trained people would never be so rude.

"Plop."

One of the receptionists spurted a bloody arrow from his neck, and without even snorting, he fell to the side.

A large bloody sword appeared next to the receptionist's corpse.

Holding it was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, with a cold smile on his face, I saw him shake the heavy sword body, and the blood stains on it were immediately thrown clean, and the big sword, which was taller than ordinary people, seemed to be like a light wooden stick in this man's hand.

"Cremont!"

Wendy recognized the person and reached out to protect Al behind her.

"Haven't you been sent to the battlefield of Luxon Wy'an, why are you here?"

She asked, looking at the corpse on the ground.

The other party obviously has bad intentions, although her magic skills are not weak, and there is a magic spear master like El next to her, but there is not much room for resistance in front of the Sword Master.

But......

Wendy's eyes didn't show fear, but mockery.

"Do you mean the order of that stupid king? I never said I would comply. ”

Cremont sneered:

"Thinking that I can be ordered casually by being close to the Order, and the annual supply has been greatly reduced, why should I, as a dignified Continental Sword Saint, suffer such an insult?"

"Don't forget, the Empire has heard your promise, too."

Wendy knew that today's things couldn't be good, and said quietly on her face:

"I don't know why you dare to do this, but I advise you to go back to the battlefield honestly. Atonement for what you have done. ”

"Imperials? Ha! ”

Clemmont raised the big sword and walked slowly towards the two, his face full of disdain:

"The Faense Continent is not only the Order and the Empire, the strong will be treated preferentially wherever they go, why should I be afraid of the Harlem and those despicable gods?"

"It seems that you have taken refuge in Sadara, no wonder you are so fearless."

Wendy is so smart. Immediately understood where the other party relied on.

"Okay, that's enough."

Cremont put on a sprinting stance, the purpose of his coming here today was not to kidnap, but to torture and kill!

"You two are very good-looking, but you're in poor shape, and I prefer to play with women with big breasts."

He regretfully said, "Otherwise, I could have spared your lives, for I happened to lack two slaves to warm the bed." ”

Clemmont touched the wound on his stomach, and his face showed the color of a mandarin duck:

"That woman is really ruthless...... I don't know what means she used, and the sword wound couldn't be recovered for a long time. It's still a dull ache, and I can't get close to women for a long time. ”

"Bang!!"

Al hates this kind of foul language the most, and takes the rifle from his back and shoots him at him.

"Shotgun, if it's a magic gun, it's a bit of a problem; But this thing is just a musket, and even if I don't have a fighting spirit, it can't penetrate my defenses. ”

Cremont easily held the greatsword in front of him, and the tiny projectile flew away.

"Al, why waste bullets."

Wendy smiled and stopped her sister who wanted to continue shooting.

She had a smile on her face though. The look in his eyes was a little terrifying:

"Since he likes women with big breasts, then we might as well fulfill his wishes."

"Please."

She nodded politely behind Cremont.

"What people!"

Juggernaut sensed a sharp aura coming from behind him. Hurriedly jumped to the side and turned his head to look back.

A beautiful woman with black and white hair appears in an otherwise empty passage and is gesturing to Wendy.

――I hate this guy too.

Cremont understood her sign language.

"Sister Gladys, don't let this filthy man touch you, use your silk thread against him!"

Al put away his rifle and pouted.

――No problem. Leave it to me.

The beautiful woman replied in sign language.

There was something strange about her eyes, the whites of which were not visible, they were completely pitch black, and they looked somewhat scary.

"Oh! I like this kind of woman. ”

Seeing the other party's huge breasts, Cremont's eyes lit up and said:

"Compared to those two guys with empty chests. You are simply my goddess! I'll love you in a while. ”

I haven't been in contact with women for a few months, and suddenly seeing this kind of beauty with a first-class appearance and figure makes him almost explode.

"Who do you say is the guy with empty chests."

A chilly voice rang out from Wendy's mouth.

A faint green light flashed on her chest, her eyes were blood-red, the original divine aura disappeared without a trace, and dark fluctuations quietly emerged from her, enveloping the entire passage in an instant.

"God-level powerhouse!"

Cremont shouted in horror.

"Uhhh

His reaction was quick, and he immediately threw his greatsword at the blonde woman covered in darkness, slamming into the wall to the side.

Although the walls were solid, they couldn't stop the Sword Master's impact, and after a loud bang, he rushed into the room, and saw a familiar figure inside.

"Good afternoon, Cremont."

The man slowly turned around, revealing a pale face without blood: "It's been a long time. ”

"Are you...... Klein? ”

Cremont looked at him in disbelief:

"Why you're here, I've completely hidden the eyes and ears of Truis......"

"I have nothing to do with Truis now."

Klein said calmly:

"If there is, it's just hatred and abhorrence, and now I believe in another great god."

"Ha, don't scare me, my old fellow."

Seeing that the blonde woman behind him did not chase after him, and there were strong reinforcements in front of him, the sword saint's mood immediately calmed down, and said with a smile:

"Did you go to Sadhara too? Then we're back on the same page. ”

"Sadara? That's what it is. ”

Klein's answer made his heart tighten.

"Do you know who the deity I believe in now is? Cremont. ”

Klein pulled out a short rod from his waist and flicked it, sending black smoke out of it.

A long black whip appeared in his hand, whether it was the web-like veins or the curved and wriggling whip body, it was no different from the holy whip, but there was a gloomy tone throughout the body, and there was no such sacred feeling at all.

"Who is it?"

Cremont found himself surrounded by an unknown number of moments.

The blonde woman stood in the big hole behind him, with shining silk threads hanging from the ceiling overhead, and the plump-breasted beauty hung there, staring at him as if she were aiming at the object of a hunt.

"-- The God of the Dead."

Klein's stiff face twitched, as if he was smiling, but the smile was a little weird. (To be continued......)