Ferdinand, of course, could not accept this situation. He has to defend with offense www.biquge.info. So he gave it a go and eliminated the most crucial pivot: Frederick.

Suddenly, Oppenheimer won the case without any suspense.

The Holy See lost its pawn.

The military headquarters also lost the cannon fodder that charged into battle.

Elena was undoubtedly in Sirisa's place.

Most of all, snatching a beautiful girl from the hands of a strong knight is a joy in life. It's much more exciting than a regular pickle girl.

So he decided to get rid of Frederick. Then direct all the hatred to St. Peter, and find something to do for St. Peter, or the madman will haunt the little things of 14 years ago whenever he has time.

Because Ferdinand was very happy with the arrangement, he did the work extremely beautifully. But his men would be unhappy, because Ferdinand deprived him of the joy of revenge - under the suppression of the troops, the Sith played the "Grand Master" killed Frederick as unchallenged as chopping off the head of a chicken, and no matter how fierce the rooster struggled, the Sith's heart did not fluctuate, and even a little lost.

If only Frederick's resistance had been stronger...... Sith smoked a cigarette and thought numbly.

His men were rummaging through the pile of corpses for Lawrence. Find Lawrence, kill him, fly away, and return to Sirisha to be crowned a knight - thinking of this, Sith was a little happier, squinted and inhaled, and the cigarette butt turned a lot red.

Suddenly, Frederick's abdomen bloomed with a dark light, as if an unstable black hole trembled and opened its mouth, and with a stabbing sound, Frederick's entire body was swept into it in an instant, and the black hole slammed out and disappeared into thin air.

The Sith looked down dumbfounded, he saw Frederick disappear, and the pool of blood condensed into tofu jelly outlined a clean humanoid trace, like a human-shaped groove carved into the blood tofu. The pitch-black greatsword lay alone in a clean humanoid groove, not even a trace of blood on it.

Thinking he was dazzled, Sith rubbed his eyes carefully, looked again, and was sure that Frederick was gone. The congealed pool of blood on the ground proves that Frederick once existed, and the humanoid pure ground in the pool of blood proves that Frederick has disappeared.

"Damn Heavenly Father, what the hell is going on here?" said the Sith with a mouth, the cigarette butt falling into his armor, but he didn't realize it, his eyes were straight and he was at a loss to himself.

He was just about to ask his men to take a look, when suddenly a black hole opened, and a stream of flesh and mud shot out like a syringe of infinite capacity in mid-air, rapidly spewing blood, which was drawn at the speed of light, like a printer, sketching a human skeleton, and then the bloodshot danced, outlining the weave like a loom, printing the intricate filaments of muscle, the veins and nerves in all directions, and the texture of the skin that tightened on it.

In this short printing process, the Sith looked at the intricate details of the composition of the human body, which dazzled him and made him unable to understand, not only his memory was faint, but his eyes were painful and his headache was splitting.

The spurting blood continues to depict like a painter's brushstrokes, outlining human organs in wisps, restoring all the infinite precision details, as if a continuous stream of wool threads has been woven into a living human body.

Three seconds later, the blood shot out, and the print was complete: a fruited Frederick lay shamelessly on the ground, perfectly fitting the human marks in the pool of blood. The black sword pinned the naked man to the ground for the second time, but the giant sword was embedded in his belly, and the wound was clean and slippery, without any traces of blood. What is remarkable is that there is a strange jade stone on the naked man's navel, which has dimmed at the moment.

Sismon circled, and he looked down at the naked man who appeared out of thin air, and saw that he looked exactly like Frederick. Except for the lack of clothes, the rest of the place is the same, and even the posture of death remains highly overlapping.

Stunning.

Suddenly, the eyes of the deceased suddenly opened, and the blue eyes flashed with bitter hatred, and the gaze was like venom sticking to the Sith, not only could not be shaken off, but also burned people's souls. The dead man opened his mouth and shouted, "Damn the Sith! you are not the Grand Master of Teuton at all!"

The deceased opened his mouth and roared, then slapped his hands, grabbed the two blades of the giant sword, and while cutting his hands with blood, he roared hard and pulled out the black giant sword nailed to his body inch by inch!

The Sith was frightened, and he trembled and fell back two steps, and shouted in a lost voice: "How did you come back from the dead! Who are you? Are you still Frederick?"

The pale dead man roared hoarsely, and struggled to hold his head high, trying to pull out the sword in his abdomen, and the blood crawled down his wrist like a small snake. It only took two seconds for the deceased to completely pull out the black sword that was pinning him, and threw it with all his might, and the black sword fell to the ground, causing the other corona knights to turn their heads to look at it, and then petrified on the spot.

Then the deceased staggered to his feet, with coagulated blood tofu on his back, his left hand covering his open stomach, hunched over and gasping twice, before he raised his head tremblingly, his teeth chattering: "I'm sorry, I killed a creator god to come back...... Didn't keep you waiting, did you?

The Sith trembled, he was sure that the re-"printed" flesh was Frederick himself, for the old grudge was still there, but he also knew that this flesh was not Frederick himself, for his blue eyes spewed with cruel pleasure, as if he rejoiced at the sight of the Sith—no one rejoiced at the sight of a mortal enemy.

Only bloodthirsty demons would be so pleasurable.

"What creator god? What creator god did you kill?" the Sith was completely oblivious to Frederick's condition, and an unknown fear came over him, and even the fearless knight, who had no pain, began to feel uneasy and asked incoherently.

"Sith ...... Let me feel the meaning of life, Sith ......" Frederick shook twice, as if he could not adapt to the muscular flesh. But he muttered a few words in ecstasy, and quickly learned the art of mastering the flesh, and then looked up in a state of ecstasy, like a cheetah off the string, and suddenly struck down the ironclad knight.

Sith felt knocked over by a rhinoceros and fell to the ground with a thud, the body underneath blasted to the ground with its heavy armor. Then Frederick laughed, twisted his arms around the Sith, and spun them one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Ah......hh

"Let go of the Sith!" the other Corona Knights awoke from a dream, roaring in anger as they desperately drew their swords and rushed towards them. In an instant, seven or eight footprints were shattered on the floor tiles, and the eight Corona Knights were like unloaded cannonballs, firing a salvo past, sweeping out a continuous afterimage. Then eight ill-outlined whistling black shadows converged on Frederick like the spokes of a wheel.

At that moment, the jade embedded in Frederick's navel spewed a thin light, but the light flowed so slowly that the knights could even see that the green light was composed of dotted lines one by one, radiating beautifully in all directions.

The speed of light slowed down like that, and the movements of the Corona Knights were even slower, almost stagnant. The shadow of the knife, which was originally as fast as the wind, suddenly stood still and became an artistic sculpture.

Passers-by peeking in the distance will find that the eight stormtrooping knights, who were so fast that their figures were blurred, suddenly stopped around Frederick, as if the invisibility cloak had been removed, and suddenly changed from a vague shadow to a clear outline.

The flow of time slowed down, and the Corona Knights watched as their swords slashed down millimeter by millimeter. And Frederick did not dodge or dodge.

For Frederick was the only one who was not affected by the "time slowdown", and he was ecstatic to twist the Sith's arms round and round in spite of his eight sharp swords, as fast as if he were in the mud, and the flesh of the Sith's shoulders swirled into a hard twist, the bone spurs pierced the skin abruptly, the broken bones pierced the air sharply, and the Sith's screams became a strange sound like a hollow echo, as if the sound was slowed down to the extreme, and it would be as strange as a continuous echo.

Then everyone watched as Frederick spun the Sith's arm more than a hundred times, pulled it down like a chicken leg, and then raised it gracefully, as if he had drunk it after clinking glasses, and he also raised the Sith's armour, and drank the spilled bright red.

The picture is shocking. In fact, the naked man holding up a piece of gauntlet, which is insignificant, but the problem is that the arm is still in the gauntlet.

It's very uncomfortable. (To be continued.) )