It was a naked threat, and Curt dared to put a ticket in his mouth, and if he spit out a word of rejection from his mouth, the big sword would slash at him.

The greatsword he carried behind him didn't look sharp, and the light around him could see the undulating blade covered with tiny scars. Too little maintenance and rough use are the only two that leave so many indelible damage on the weapon.

The strangely shaped greatsword is nearly two meters long, and about two-thirds of it is a thick, wavy blade. As if it had been forcibly taken from a fantasy story, the blade wider than an ordinary person's thigh and the thick hilt combined to form a strange structure.

This heavy weapon was not just a long, heavy block of metal, it was inconvenient to wield, but powerful enough to tear a qiē to pieces on touch. Those who dare to use such weapons are either insane or have absolute confidence in their own strength and skill.

I don't know what kind of material this strange sword is made of, and the pitch-black metal seems to absorb the light around it. It seemed heavier than all the conventional weapons Curt had ever seen, and the blades that were no more than five or six kilograms were just a bunch of dwarfs beside the giants in front of it.

If this man is not human, but a Gulnius from the border, then he can naturally use his innate strength to operate such a super-heavy weapon. However, his body was only a little bigger than that of ordinary people, and it was a little awkward to use such a weapon.

In fact, even the Gulnius, a race that celebrates battle and glory, rarely use weapons that are too heavy. With their strength, they can indeed wield weapons with one hand, which ordinary people may not be able to hold with both hands. But Gulnius still won't choose to use them in battle.

The mere addition of weight does give a weapon extraordinary power - but no one should be crazy enough to use a weapon to destroy anything other than a living thing.

However, this man was not like this, and a dense killing intent emanated from him. The phrase "disappearing from the unknown" is not just a lip service. Rather, it was a foreshadowing of the impending realization of the action - both the Leinster family and the temple would be destroyed by him.

"The structure of the magic in his body is strange, and it looks like a few rounds like those sorcerers. However, the master-slave relationship is the complete opposite. Lizzie ducked behind Curt, trying to keep herself on the extension line between the two in front of her, "I don't understand what the principle is, but he's almost completely controlled the sludge and made it his own power rather than a vassal of it. ”

It seems that Curt's observation is not problematic, and the darkness that condenses around him is a variant of the sludge. Like the sorcerers who became monsters, he was also covered by the darkness, except that instead of being devoured, he surrendered to the darkness as his own power.

He wasn't a weakling. On top of the long-trained body, he also has the ability to recover beyond ordinary people, and you can imagine how difficult this man is. Normally, Curt avoids fighting opponents who are too tough, but this time it seems that the gods of fate didn't give him a chance to defuse the conflict.

"It's true, it's not a question that takes extra time to think about. Curt suddenly laughed as he slowly adjusted the direction of his body, "The most precious thing for a human being is life, and it's not just my own life that needs to be considered now. ”

Taking advantage of the opportunity to adjust his posture, Curt quickly swept his gaze over the surrounding darkness. Try to find out if there are any other enemies there that exist. However, there was no breath of living creatures around, and there was nothing left in the outline of zài, only the dead darkness shrouded the collapsed ruins.

Maybe he thinks that his strength is strong enough to be able to easily deal with the two. So the man didn't bring any other companions. He seemed to have chosen this way of acting out of arrogance, but Curt didn't dare to be careless, even if there was only one person on the other side.

"Let's talk about the price if I choose to join you. What can I get?" he looked at the man opposite, his nerves aching. "As a mercenary, you should know that 'taking money to do things' is the principle of employment. ”

It's not so much about selling off. It was better to look for a suitable moment - no doubt the other party had already thought of his plan. The man's body turned slightly in Curt's direction, and at the same time, one hand was firmly grasping the hilt of the sword, and he only needed a slight movement to pull out the greatsword behind him.

Curt was now in his range of attack, and would be pursued in either direction. Perhaps taking a one-hit hit for granted, he didn't make the slightest movement now, just staring at Curt across from him with cold eyes.

"I don't want to repeat my question again. ”

After a moment of silence, he said nonchalantly, "I'll just bother to tell you, Leinster is not qualified to bargain with us with what you are now worth." Join or disappear from the unknown, you just have to tell me the answer. ”

Surrender or Death, a straightforward binary question -- like the threatening letter from the True Eye. If those members of the underground organization used a slightly milder tone to coerce and lure Curt in their threatening letters, then the man in front of him was just simply coercing.

Curt had a hunch that this man was more dangerous than most of the people he had encountered lately, as evidenced by the flickering darkness. Although he looked like he was nothing more than a human on the outside, Curt sensed that something terrifying lurked in his body.

Pure villains never care about bullying, as long as it serves their own interests. However, the man in front of him is more dangerous than those men, and his strength and resources have made him dare to trample the law under his feet and obliterate some who will not submit.

"yes, so I have to refuse. Curt suddenly jumped backwards, and at the same time threw the metal rod in his hand like a short spear in the direction of the man, "We will not succumb to any kind of threat, whether it is the True Eye or the organization to which you belong. ”

At the same time, a sound of breaking wind was heard, and the moment the previous sentence came out of Curt's mouth, the air in front of him was torn apart by the blade. Heavy steel swept past Curt, sweeping the metal rod he threw straight into the dark corners of the distance.

The blade of the sword swept in front of Curt, and if he moved a little slower, he would probably be cut off like that metal rod. At a quick glance, he saw that the wavy blades were wrapped in black mist, and they were entwined around the greatsword as if they were an extension of flesh.

A chill crept up from the soles of his feet, and the sharp wind tore a wound in Curt's coat. The speed of the blow was even faster than Curt expected, and he almost didn't see the man pull out the greatsword, and his vision barely caught the trajectory of the greatsword's swing.

"If you don't agree with each other, you're going to kill someone, which is a bit too unkind. Curt pretended to be relaxed, but still distanced himself from the other party as quickly as he could, "Even if I don't want to join your organization, is it too hasty to kill us in such a hurry?"

Curt had a business-like smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with a sharp light full of hostility. The speed of the opponent's previous attack had exceeded his expectations, and he was now standing where Curt was before, and shifted his weight slightly behind him.

The exaggerated greatsword was held in his hand as easily as a toy, and the slightly dull blade rested on his shoulder. He looked unhostile, standing on the dusty ground with ease, but his stance clearly allowed him to unleash his next slash at any moment.

In the face of Curt's ridicule, he was silent, just looked at Curt with contempt as if he was facing a great enemy, as if his life and death were meaningless. It seems that he has absolute confidence in his own strength, and no matter how much Curt struggles, it will only provide some afterglow for the final solution to him.

Cats don't eat a mouse in one go when they catch it, but they have to have a good time before they choose to kill it with one hit. If he only regarded Curt as a dispensable miscellaneous fish before, then Curt's current appearance made him somewhat interested.

"Looks like we're underestimated, Curt. ”

Lizzie slowly stepped out from behind Curt and muttered a little dissatisfaction. At this time, her hands were already wrapped around the light like thorns, those were the remnants of magic filled with highly condensed magic, and the slightest touch would tear them apart by the manic elementals.

"Hmph, Curt Leinster and Lizzie Leinster have been causing trouble for those idiots at the Eyes of Truth lately, right?" the man sneered, the scar on his throat even more hideous, "Those guys who are investigating the intelligence actually say that you are some kind of 'ordinary mercenary' and 'frail girl' It seems that you are a bunch of idiots who should have their eyes gouged out." ”

He swooped his greatsword up, then looked at Curt and Lizzie defiantly, as if beckoning the two of them to a duel with him. Obviously, their organization had more information in their hands than the Eye of Truth in their hands, and they knew more about the two of them.

The blow that Curt barely dodged before seemed to have been expected by him, and he was just looking at the two of the Leinster family with an appreciative gaze. Perhaps Curt's cousin had caught his attention, making him want to test the talents of this self-proclaimed "ordinary mercenary". (To be continued......)