Uncovering the helmet of the skull in his hand, Lin looked left and right.

It was a beautiful face, but with a few scars. Despite this, it could not hide her heroic beauty. Even the expression of gritted teeth and angry eyes gives people a Valkyrie-like heroic feeling, rather than a hideous appearance. However, 'she' didn't realize what was happening, and her expression stayed forever at the moment when she gave the order to charge.

The fading blood brought her rosy complexion, and the gradually changing pallor was set off by the bright red background, only indescribably weird. It was as if countless ghosts had gathered around the only intact skull, crying out to the living.

Compared to a magician who didn't know what he was thinking, Azad's reaction was more direct. He said dissatisfiedly: "It is a misfortune for a person to have all the pleasures alone." ”

Lin, who had returned to his normal state, was equally displeased, and retorted: "Who was watching the play from the side with an attitude of not caring about himself from the beginning. Such people are not qualified to complain. With that, Lin turned his head to Azad and asked, "Do you recognize who she is?" ”

"Of course I don't recognize it. You won't forget what the women on our side look like. Azad also reached out and brushed his face in front of him, signaling the appearance of covering.

Only then did Lin remember that the women of the Gwana Empire took it as a courtesy not to show an inch of skin in front of men, and it was also taboo. Therefore, the women who show up on the street are basically from other places. Local women, especially female aristocrats, as long as they appear in public with the opposite sex, are tightly wrapped up and down, and even their faces are covered with a black veil. Of course, don't even think about recognizing your face.

Thinking of this, Lin no longer delved into the question of who this woman was. casually said, "yes, forget it." With a flick of the hand, the magical metal helmet and head were once again shredded by the white light, and fell into the heap of blood on the ground.

Only then did Azad come to his senses and say, "Ah, I remembered a rumor about you, I heard that you also destroyed a regular brigade of the Vader Army. The death seems to be like this. That was really what you did, not the Demon King? ”

For Azad, who has always been indifferent to the world, Lin should be surprised to know the rumors related to him. After all, he was in the eyes of this demon prince and was valued by him. Based on someone's understanding of His Royal Highness the Prince, this is not the treatment that ordinary people will have. But in fact, hearing this, Lin sarcastically said angrily:

"Of course I didn't do it, I'm so weak. Everything is the hand of the Demon King. You see, the most interesting part is here. People are reluctant to admit Fen's identity as a demon king in the past, but as soon as they encounter any killing, they are impatient to hang things on her head, and they never think about other possibilities. Anyway, I look soft, so it's good to bully. Even this time, as soon as I heard the name, I killed it, is there a soft waist written on my face and the body is tender and easy to push down? ”

Azad brushed the blood from the ground with his foot, and shook the blood on his foot in disgust, and said, "You can't blame anyone else." Of all the people present, you are indeed the weakest in perception. ”

In the face of such straightforward criticism, Lin said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, this robe on my body is not an ordinary thing. I just had to embroider the words 'I am an artifact' on the front and back. ”

"It's even more problematic. A weak man wearing a precious robe is no different from a childish boy holding a large amount of gold. If people don't rob you, who will rob them? It's just that you shouldn't chop people up so much that you can't see them because of this little complaint. It's so brutal that I'm not that hateful, as much as I love it. ”

"When I thought I had killed the enemy a few times, but I was attacked by a 'dead man' who jumped up and attacked him; Or if I forgave the thief who sold badly, but was attacked by the other party, I figured out one thing. Either don't do it, or don't keep it. Anyway, I don't think that if you just cut off one of their arms, they won't have an enmity with me. In that case, I might as well turn them into people who can't jump up and continue to cut me. Unless ......"

Lin drifted his gaze to the only demon present.

This kind of miserable situation of blood mud, broken bones, and blood and brains all over the place is not much different from the scene of the demon's blood sacrifice. It wouldn't be surprising if a few abyssal creatures burst out of this pile of minced meat. Not to mention that there is also a genuine demon present, no matter what weird things happen, it won't be strange.

But the great demon who noticed the eyes of a certain magician shook his head in horror. Yes, he loves blood sacrifices, he loves to kill, and the more cruel he is, the more he pleases him. The premise is that you will not be turned into a sacrifice before you are in the mood to enjoy all this.

However, the blow that the magician had just shown, even in its full state, could not afford it. Even though greed is a virtue to demons, sending people to death is a stupid and ridiculous thing for any race. So Starina didn't want to anger the magician at this time, and didn't want to do anything that might cause the other party to be jealous.

Even if someone didn't know, the big demon shook his head desperately, and what he really meant. But judging from the attitude of the other party, it should not be a problem. Lin put down the matter here and beckoned to the few guards who had been sent back by the nobles not far away.

Although most of the people were stunned by the sight in front of them, there was still an alert one who saw the magician's beckoning movements, and took control of the horses, stepped through the flesh, mud and blood, and came to the magician. He bowed his head, expressed his respect and fear, and greeted, "Your Excellency. ”

"The location of the Goddess of Gold Coins I want, have any of you asked?"

This question, although not loud, is exceptionally clear in this dead silence environment. However, the person who was questioned was embarrassed, and he realized that this embarrassment could turn into a crisis.

When they departed, where did they ask for the location of the temple? The four guards, the four places reported, all reported the news of the return of His Royal Highness the Fourteenth Prince to the Imperial City of Nineveh. This His Royal Highness, the farther away from the Imperial City, the better, this is the consensus of everyone under tacit understanding.

The one who came forward to respond to the magician was to return to the family mansion and inform the head of the family about the young master. Kind of the closest person to that information. Still, he didn't think to look up the information. Or rather, no one expected it to be like this.

Just when the magician's face sank and became more and more ugly, Efron? Muhashebesi, the last son of the family, who no one looked down upon, said loudly: "Your Excellency, I remember, I think of the location of the temple of the goddess Koin. Let me lead you and lead you there. ”

Ignoring the previous statement that the person said that he didn't know, and now he said that he remembered, so repeatedly. Lin nodded expressionlessly and said, "Since you know, then let's go." A lot of time has been wasted. ”

Efren sat neatly in the driver's seat. Whatever he wanted, he didn't want to be crammed into a carriage with this group of people anymore. The old magician thought the same thing, so he climbed to the back of the carriage and stood, which belonged to the retinue and guards.

The blindfolded horses began to stride forward under the control of the reins, leading the carriage forward. Muddy flesh and blood, as well as small pieces of bone and metal shards, could not stop the troika. They splashed outward, or were pushed away by the wheels that had passed, and just opened a way.

The knights of the guards, who were not called, were tempted to flee, but their duties did not allow such a thing. The crime of betraying the Lord and fleeing is not only dishonorable, but also very severe, and the maximum punishment is death. So they had to follow the carriage, and follow it as closely as they could, rather than coming to the front as a guide, because none of them knew the way.

When the carriage left, the deserted street was filled with people again. One, two, three, four. The windows at the heights of the houses on both sides were also reopened, and even the thick wooden doors opened a small crack. Everyone was peering down the street, but what they saw was a bright red that they had never seen before.

A river of blood, these four words so clearly describe what is being seen in front of you. But none of them saw what happened, only this terrible result. And the emperor's guards, who were supposed to appear on the street and capture the criminals, were nowhere to be found.

On the rooftop, there are also emperor's personal guards arranged here. They should have had a condescending advantage to shoot arrows that sniped the criminals, or to cover and support the brothers on the ground to prevent the criminals from escaping.

Now, all they have left is a headless corpse, lying on the rooftop. The cut on the neck still shows signs of magic raging. This shows that their heads are being blasted open by a magical attack.

Some are bursting flames, some are frozen and then shattered, some are carbonized and turned to ashes by lightning, and some are corroded by strong acids. And these injuries, without exception, also come with a powerful impact. It is revealed that the source of the attack is an arrow with a powerful magical effect, which they shoot themselves......

So the cause of death of these people was that the emperor's personal guards had a personal vendetta and therefore resolved past problems in an official mission? This is the least likely option. Because there are at most one or two people who have a grudge, it is impossible for the whole team to look at each other unpleasantly and form grudges; Killed each other on the same day, in the same mission.

Consciousness is controlled, so shoot left and right? This does not correspond to the direction in which the people are lying down.

And shooting at people across the street? Again, this does not match the number of people on both sides. The manpower on both sides of the street is not equal, but more on one side and less on the other. Judging from the number of remaining arrows in the quiver, everyone only shot one arrow, which means that if they are under control and shoot at their colleagues on the other side of the street, there will definitely be more people who do not die, and they will have to be solved by other methods. This does not correspond to the situation on site.

The only remaining possibility is that they shot a magic arrow that killed them. It's just that how do people shoot arrows that will shoot into their heads? No one can figure it out.

But the people who lent the roof of the mansion to the Imperial guards knew one thing, and that was that they were in trouble. Whether it's from the royal family, from the Legion of the Guard, or from other nobles. And the biggest trouble is the people who do all this.