However, now, this fierce beast of unknown origin, the source of nightmares that countless powerhouses are unwilling to mention, has left its lair and is lying in the center of the legion fortress, and its huge body of tens of meters long has crushed many buildings in the fortress. Its massive body was crisscrossed with numerous wounds, and dozens of hoses under its vertebraic head that were used to suck the brain pulp were cut to pieces. A strong man from Norland was standing by Maranos's torso, looking around warily.

This beast, which has lived for an unknown amount of time, has now turned into a corpse. The fortress was littered with the marks of fierce fighting, and the corpses of countless Daxodas were still lying where they had died. No one had time to clean up their corpses, not even the corpses of the Norland powerhouses.

Most of the buildings in the fortress had been destroyed, and there was even a terrifying crater on the edge of the man in the forty-fourth mountain, and the violent shock wave even destroyed all the buildings within a radius of one kilometer. The air was filled with all kinds of strange smells, and people wanted to vomit. But at the head of the fortress, several Norland powerhouses were silently cleaning up the wounds on their bodies, or closing their eyes to rest. They were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to celebrate this historic victory. Among these powerhouses, there were two people who stood out, wearing exactly the same dark armor, which contrasted with the strong individualized attire of the other powerhouses. On the chest of their armor, there are large traces of frustration, and the badge that should have been there has been artificially destroyed.

However, if you look closely, you can see that the armor on their bodies is all in the style of the Holy Alliance royal family. The two men sat alone, not socially with the other strong men, nor did they speak, but just rested on their own. But no one in the Norland powerhouses was dissatisfied with this, and in the crazy counterattack of Daxoldas, the powerhouses knew very well how powerful these two rather mysterious figures were, which could be seen only from the countless Daxoldas who were torn apart by them.

No matter where he is, the Heavenly Rank Sanctuary can be respected as much as the strong man in the Legendary Chapter Forty.

At this moment, I can see that there is a dense black dot moving slowly in the distance. It was the Daxoldas, who had failed in the counterattack and were forced to retreat. And under the city wall in front of the strong ones, there were many corpses of the strong men of Daxoldas, and there was a surprisingly large centaur overseer lying on the head of the city, and even behind the strong ones, there were several corpses of dragonmen. In the battle just now, the strong men of Norland were completely surrounded by the Daxodas and attacked from all sides!

However, the place where the sun rises is still back in the hands of Noland)

At this moment, on the ground, a figure was walking towards the fortress from a distance.

It was a fat man, wearing only a pair of leather pants on his body, completely exposing his oily belly, and a pair of big feet full of black hair stepped on the ground, walking towards the fortress step by step, with solid and powerful steps. His steps were heavy, and he would splash a little dust and even stones when he landed. But any fat man of his size, even the most ordinary person, would have such a heavy step. With his strength, he could have made the earth tremble when he stepped on it like other strong men, but he didn't. Just looking at his steps, he is no different from ordinary people.

However, even without the Great Tremor as a foil, and without a legendary level of armor as a side confirmation, the only special one, the three-meter-long and one-meter-thick square-bladed machete that was carried on his shoulder was still covered with rust, and there were even two fist-sized notches on the blade.

This man doesn't need any momentum. He stood there, and he was imposing.

In his right hand, he held the unusually large and tattered square knife, which he carried horizontally over his shoulder, and in his left hand he carried three heads. The three heads belonged to different races, and their hair, beard, and fleshy tentacles were intertwined and knotted haphazardly, and they were carried by the man into his hand and walked towards the place where the sun was rising.

As the Daxodas retreated, the man pursued alone and returned with three heads. But those who know him well know that the number of enemies he has killed must be far more than three, because only the enemy he looks at has the honor to let him bring his head back. If you can be targeted by him, looking at the entire Daxodas, you will be a strong man with a name and a surname.

He approached the fortress.

The two black-armored powerhouses who were resting jumped down from the city, landed in front of the huge fat man with open chest and back, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty!"

The other Norland powerhouses also jumped down from the city, knelt on both sides of the avenue, and shouted respectfully: "Your Majesty!"

The strong are all dignified, especially the place where the strong walk alone. However, all the powerhouses, including the Heavenly Rank Sanctuary, willingly lowered their arrogant heads, bent their unyielding bodies, and knelt down in front of this man.

Because he washed away decades of shame on the Holy Alliance, he almost single-handedly attacked the place where the sun was rising, and brazenly killed the famous brain-eater Maranos. In the next few days, he stopped the crazy counterattack of the Daxodas. The rusty square blade looked like an enlarged kitchen knife in shape, but under the knife it had slashed hundreds of Daxoldas powerhouses, and the rust on it had not even been scraped off.

But when the real powerhouses saw this giant square-headed kitchen knife with a very funny style, they were all wary.

The knife itself is a legend, and anyone who dares to despise it has perished under its blade. When Charles the Great wielded it to decapitate the head of the dragon Daramoa, he played the strongest note for its legend!

The notch on the blade was knocked out of the neck bone of Dara Moa, and the rust on the body of the knife was the trace of corrosion by the blood of the demon dragon's neck. This knife was originally called the Dragon Slayer, and perhaps it is also the most well-deserved weapon with the word "Dragon Slayer" in the entire Norland.

And now, the dragon slayer is in the hands of that fat man who is as strong as a mountain.

This man is the Emperor of the Holy Alliance, the bloodthirsty Philip.

"Cook them and celebrate them tonight!" said Philip.

With a thud, the three heads were thrown in front of the strong men.

When Richard opened his eyes, he saw a ceiling covered in mottled mold stains. The ceiling is high and deep, with a ceiling height of nearly ten meters. It's impossible for a normal Norland human building to have such a tall rack, and it's obviously either an alien room or a hall with a special purpose.

However, the marks on the ceiling made Richard feel very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. Just as he was driving his consciousness to try to recall, a voice as ugly as a broken gong suddenly sounded next to him: "Stinky boy, don't be in a daze when you wake up, hurry up and cooperate with me, Lao Tzu is about to be exhausted by you!"

The voice was equally familiar, but Richard couldn't remember where he had heard it. And at this moment, the state of his body is also very strange, he can clearly feel the storage of various parts of his body, but his body does not obey his command at all. Richard felt a special chill in his chest and abdomen, as if a wind was blowing around. But how could the wind get into his body? Then there was a strange touch, as if a pair of hands were caressing Richard's internal organs.

Stroking the guts?!

Richard suddenly woke up with a wide range of eyes! He raised his head vigorously and looked at his body, but he saw that he was lying on his **, his chest had been cut open! A pair of wizened hands were holding organs that looked like livers, and they were cutting with a small knife that was still rusty. Suddenly seeing such a terrifying scene, Richard surprisingly did not scream and be shocked, but instantly sensed the condition of his body, and found that the part below the neck was indeed not under his control, so he turned his head to look at the environment he was in.

As soon as he turned his gaze, Richard saw an old face, and just by looking at the obscene expression on his face, he knew that it was St. Lawrence. Seeing that it was him, Richard immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This former Holy Constructor's current medical skills may be higher than his former Constructor, but in his hands, no kind of injury will be a problem.

Seeing Richard's calm appearance, St. Lawrence was obviously very disappointed, and said stupidly: "Stinky boy, it's quite calm, I still expect to scare you!"

Richard smiled and said, "I just woke up, my reaction was relatively slow, and now I'm starting to get scared!"

When St. Lawrence heard this, he was stunned, looked at Richard suspiciously, and asked, "Boy, how old are you?

"What should I say at my age?" asked Richard, looking at ease.

Lawrence kept moving his hands and said, "You young people, don't you all like to say that you are not afraid of heaven and earth, even the abyss and hell dare to break through? If you drink a little wine, you will feel that you can even cut down the legend!"

Richard smiled again and said, "You saved my life and saved the white night, and the white night helped me a lot." If that's how much you've helped me, it's hard to measure, so what's the point if I make you happier?"

Lawrence was stunned, his expression was complicated, and he said: "That's what I said, but at your age, there are really not many people who can think like this." ”

"I've never had an easy time, and I should have matured early. "Richard's smile was always charming. But St. Lawrence saw some bitterness hidden behind the smile. Bai Ye had already told him a lot about Richard. So he actually understood Richard quite a bit.

PS: Two shifts away from the perfect October. x！！！