...... Cold sweat began to flow down his cheeks with his widening eyes.

Why is there a human head in the box that is exactly like himself? Cybertron was stunned immediately, it couldn't be a puppet made in his own image?...... No, I touched it a little, and it felt the same as it looked - made of meat.

...... Instantly, there was a feeling of being cursed. The world is leaving itself, what's going on?

"Sun thief, who got this TM!?" Cybertron roared.

"Dodge--" It wasn't long before a group of guards came on duty—these were real guards. Organized specifically to solve PK between mercenaries. There are about twenty people, and they are wearing heavy armor and look like a special bull 13 type.

On the side, no matter what race they were, anyone who saw this group of people who didn't want to cause trouble retreated.

"What's going on? Is there a duel in the street? Or is there a fight?" The person at the head was wearing gorgeous heavy armor, and he was tall enough to be more than 1.9 meters tall, right? He wore a heavy plate armor, but he seemed to be able to move quite freely. It's normal to be a little strained, after all, it looks like you have to weigh 180 pounds. He wears a fully covered helmet, and his voice is rather strange because of the metal helmet. He immediately saw Cybertron's back and the dark herd lying on the ground with a two-handed sword cross.

"Ah, that's right, it's a duel. Someone of good deeds immediately shouted around him, "Don't disturb the people, can you?" ”

"Huh?" At first, Cybertron heard the [Burkeso] and thought that everyone was calling themselves, but what he didn't expect was ...... The people around him called the [Captain] who was wearing heavy armor.

"It's on the rise, Burkeso, what are you doing here?"

"yes, yes—"

The onlookers shouted unhappily.

"Shut up!Get out of the way!" With a roar, the guy known as the "Burkeso" immediately began to put on a posture: "If you don't want to die, fuck me off!-Hey, is the one lying on the ground dead?"

"I ...... I'm not dead...... "Dark Mu's face suddenly became happy—and said, "Quick, get me up." This sword ...... It hurts me to death—"

"you up?"

“...... I have evidence that we are not in a duel, he attacked me. The Dark Shepherd immediately sued the wicked first.

"But there are quite a few people around looking at you...... Where's your [evidence]?"

"In my purse - ten trantas!"

“...... Thin gruel. ”

"I'll give you money!100 trantas!!"

"Well, that's enough evidence. ”

The captain, known as the Bourkeso, took bribes in the streets, and did not hide them in the slightest. began to eat the defendant in front of everyone, and the defendant didn't care about the bribe, which seemed quite determined to win. And everyone around is forbidden nose and is not going to say anything.

It seems, disgusting that has become accustomed to it.

"The whole team !!" the captain shouted, pointing at Cybertron and saying, "Arrest this guy who tried to kill people in the street!"

Cybertron doesn't have this kind of [habituality] - it may be more popular in this other world, but Cybertron is honest that this way of giving and taking bribes is too stupid.13 Is it okay to be artistic?

"I heard you're ...... Bulkeso?" Cybertron stood up and walked over to the Darkherd unconcernedly. He kicked it hard and pulled his two-handed sword out of the opponent's two palms. Amid the screams of the Dark Pasture, he smiled and looked up at the captain in front of him. After the guards of about twenty people nervously surrounded him, he smiled and did not change: "What a coincidence, so am I." ”

With two hands on the ground, Cybertron said in his native language, Burkeso (Ellan version), "I am the son of the great warrior Arsen, a descendant of the Immortal King, a member of the Hellroar Clan, and a member of the Hellroar Clan. Who are you?"

“......？？”

Looking at the way Cybertron spoke, his tone, demeanor, and even accent were exactly the same as the Bourkeso people he knew, but this one looked ...... Could it be that the other party is only ten years old this year? Even if he is ten years old, he is too beautiful, right? The captain said that he had already begun to grow a beard when he was ten years old.

"You...... Is it really a Bourkeso?"

"If you are my clansman, now is the greatest disrespect for me, and also the greatest disrespect for your father and people" Cybertron came unceremoniously: "Report your name!"

"......" suppressed his anger for a moment, and the other party said: "I am a descendant of the great warrior Black Hand, a descendant of the Immortal King, a member of the Black Hand Clan, a native of Bourkeso. ”

Only the clans of Hell Roar can be called [descendants of the Immortal King], and the others can only be regarded as the descendants of the Immortal King. Because the Hellroar Clan is the direct bloodline of the Immortal King—

"...... the Black Hand Clan? Cybertron squinted his eyes, still in Bourkeso, and said, "The Mahohand Clan was wiped out two hundred years ago for various reasons!—Who are you? How dare you pretend to be a Bourkeso?"

"I am indeed a descendant of the Black Hand Clan! My ancestors did not return to the tribe, but worked as mercenaries outside-" The other party explained anxiously.

"Oh...... It turned out to be a half-breed, so that's understandable. Cybertron looked at the other man, and his tone was quite disrespectful: "No wonder your accent and tone of voice are different from the real Bourkeso, and you wear so much defensive armor, do you know that this is not only meaningless to the Bourkeso, but also hinders our movements? If you really are the only remaining Mafia in the world...... Oh, congratulations, you're still the chief of the Black Hand tribe. Why, do you want to go back to the tribe?--you're going to go to the Frozen Isle first......"

As he spoke, Cybertron danced his two two-handed swords vigorously.

He was talking to the Black Hand, while the others were watching—watching Cybertron and the Black Hand speak the same language, watching the Black Hand and Cybertron greet each other. Watching the two of them salute each other with barbarian etiquette—

Yes, it's also a relative!

――The dark herd who fell to the side had a feeling of asking for bad food at that time, and it turned out that the other party was a fellow countryman. Immediately after, he wanted to run--where is it so easy? Darkherd, who had been kicked several times in a row, now had no strength at all.

Silently, he put a healing technique on his body, hoping to heal the wound and restore the internal organs, or make them a little better. Then he prayed silently: Don't look at me, don't look at me.

There is no way, this is the sorrow of the Fa Ye - yes, very windy, very windy. Standing there and waving his hand, there will be a rain of fire, a blizzard, and a fireball that is not the size of a basin will be thrown out, a firestorm or something. But the problem is that this pull wind is two-sided, and now this dark herd wants to escape, and the burst of holy light when he usually treats it becomes a burden. The blinding light was still dazzling in the scorching sun, and he was targeted by everyone at that time.

"Boy, do you want to run away before the money is paid?" a guard next to him slapped the dark herd in the face, and the latter's teeth fell out and both of his mouths were wooden. If the law was successful, of course, his incantation could not be recited any longer.

I have to say that these guards are real masters, at least experienced: they know how to keep an eye on the treatment on the battlefield, and gather fire and break the law in time.

"You say you're a Bourkeso, right?" the Black Hand nodded, drawing his sword from his waist - his bloodline was alienated, and although he was still physically strong and powerful, it was no longer the more terrifying grip and strength of the pure-blooded Bourkeso. His saber was just an ordinary two-handed sword that could be inserted into the meeting, and it weighed only fifteen or sixteen pounds—the kind that could easily be about two hundred pounds...... I can't see it.

What you can't see is the kind that Cybertron uses - a two-hundred-pound two-handed giant heavy sword, which is simply impossible to see......

"Prove it. ”

"Do I need proof?" said Cybertron, a roar of rage, mixed with a loud trembling sound wave that struck the eardrums of everyone around him. It's not very loud, it's just a simple ...... It's just destructive.

The racial skill of the Bourkeso - Warcry.

In fact, it is not unscientific, but it has nothing to do with science at all. Stimulates blood in the body, causing a small area of ...... Space shakes. That's right, a small area of space shaking. Although it is only on a small scale, it is also a physical effect of the space system.

Unscientific, kill the reasonable party?

"Hmm...... No way. He watched Cybertron wield his sword and listened to the battle cry of the other party. It was immediately clear - it was just as effective as a mage throwing a fireball to prove that he was a mage. The black hand (a bit tongue-twisting), who is also a master, is half cold in his heart. Because he is also a Bourkeso, he knows the power of Cybertron at a glance. The black hand is not afraid of anything, and he is a good man who stands up to the sky and the earth, what is he afraid of - it's just that he doesn't want to be retaliated against.

It is precisely because he is a half-breed of Bourkeso that the blood relationship is getting farther and farther apart, and the bloodline of being heroic and not afraid of death is gradually becoming scarce. He is a fifth-generation half-breed with sparse blood, that is, by living in Ellan when he was a child, he learned the skills of a Bourkeso. But also because he was a Bourkeso, he knew that this people were very stingy, and if the guy on the other side really resisted, if the guy on the other side was a pure-blooded Bourkeso. Then pinching to death these guards present plus the secret herdsman, it is a fake! Looking at the appearance of the other party just fighting, it should actually be seen that it is a violent battle.

Kick the ball.

"Hmm...... Since that's the case, then we'll see you in person. The black hand secretly wiped a cold sweat in his heart, and said in his heart that he didn't touch the other party. You're not a headless horseman, are you?...... "Brothers, take that dark shepherd with me—brother, can you come with me too?...... What are you carrying?"

“...... Would you like to see it?" said Cybertron's face was a little bad.

Honestly, now he feels like he's hit a ghost.

"Uh...... Can you see it?"

"This is what the man in gray brought it. Cybertron sighed and said, "I suspect he's a necromancer! Look, what's in his box?"

The Black Hand looked at Cybertron and made sure that the other party would not bite him, and walked up to him, looking down to see that there was a human head identical to Cybertron in the box.

“...... The mirror works so well, the mirror made by the Nice people?--why can't I be seen in this mirror?"

"Look at your eyes wide!" Cybertron said, pointing to the box, "Take off the helmet, take it off!--it's a human head! And it looks so good, I don't think it's right! This human head is mine!"

With that, Cybertron unceremoniously took out the human head.

It's quite a heavy taste.

“...... it!" There were less than half of the moments when they watched the excitement, and the rest of the bold ones all stepped back. Although he often kills people, everyone is a mercenary. But it's wicked!

“...... Go, go and call a priest or a holy knight, it's a very evil thing. ”

If you have no choice, you can only go with you to see the official.

The so-called officials are nothing more than a bunch of guys who openly accept bribes. Now Cybertron knows who the official is? -- it is the people of his own family.

-- This is a world where reason is hard to move an inch --

"Oh...... Earlier, brother, you are also from the French family...... That's a lot easier. The smile on his face was like a bite, and the black hand that took off the helmet had two mustaches, and the silver hair on the other head looked very thoughtful and upright. But the one who just took bribes on the street was him: "The Francis family is the sheriff of the city - at least last time we spent money to buy the title of sheriff! Don't worry, as long as you don't kill people in the street and kill your own people, there will be no problem with small people...... ", if you are an ordinary little cannon fodder, who wants to spend money to operate and manage you?"

It turned out that the French family, which he worked for, bought a majority of seats in the last public buying and selling of officials (of course, it can also be called an election), and was appointed as a magistrate appointed by the city chief. In fact...... The Francis family was not very important in his eyes, but it is no longer the case. This family is now both proud and humiliated with itself - this must be a kind of bondage in disguise, right?

“...... It's really troublesome, and it doesn't matter if it's a street kill when you're in your hometown. Cybertron began to brag, quite like a hero of Lao Tzu: "My father is the chief!"

“...... You're saying that again?"

"My father is the chief, take a good look at these two things on my shoulder, do you know them?" Cybertron pointed to his shoulder, it was cold in the winter, but he was not very cold-he suspected that he was a hot-blooded animal. But in the summer, it will feel very cool, and the temperature changes throughout the year, and it will always be "constant": "The fangs of the demon sea dragon Manolos are made of the fangs of Manolos, according to legend, killed by the Immortal King back then, and the shoulder guards of the Hellroar clan have been passed down from generation to generation - the heroic fangs of Manolos." ”

“...... Forget it, the son of the chief is the son of the chief. "Anyway, the emperor is far away, you can say whatever you want:" Ask you, the original one in your hand...... What about heads?"

"Buried. Cybertron shrugged and said nonchalantly, "This thing has something to do with me, if I really need to dig it out." But before that, I buried it first - too unlucky. ”

"That's right, if you need to, take it out. Anyway, we don't need any proof, we say that this Shadow Priest is what he is, he is what he is! If you want to die, we will kill him, and if you want to live, we will throw him to you, whether you want to kill or sell him as a slave, it is the same......"

"So bloody?" Cybertron was a little surprised.

"Uh, is it bloody?"

"Well, our tribe generally stabs into it. Cybertron said, making a killing gesture with his hand: "Of course, it's about treating heroes and enemies worth fighting, and quickly resolving each other's suffering." But what about a stupid thief...... Generally eaten. ”

...... "Well, the black palm said that he was really a half-blood, and there were too many things he didn't know." But next time, you can go out and Mengren, saying that you are a cannibal of Bourkeso.

In fact, Cybertron means that if you catch a stupid thief like the Bearpeople, you will stew it, and if it is an ordinary human, you will not be able to eat it.