At this point in time when the faded ones have not yet returned, the grafts seem to be somewhat unworthy of the name.

His great plans had only just begun, and he had not yet transformed himself into a multi-armed monster with teeth and claws, as he had done later.

Although the image is still terrifying and intimidating, it is just a façade.

After a few fights, Leon was already keenly aware of his weaknesses.

Greck's large and deformed body made him lose his flexibility, his limbs that did not belong to him and the heavy axe of the ancestors made his movements extremely cumbersome, and his inferiority and cowardice made him afraid during the battle, and he always had to build up his strength before making a move.

Knowing the nature of the enemy, Leon no longer hesitated, and leaped towards Greek with an arrow.

The two men wrestled and crashed into the Golden Tree Church in the rear, the massive impact destroying the gray-white façade, and the church collapsed in an instant, and the shattered stone dome rolled down like a torrential rain.

Leon got up from the pile of rocks first, and threw out a sharp tentacle of black light, which hit Greck's chest, and he snorted and staggered backwards a few steps.

Then, dozens of menacing crimson blood arrows hit Greck's heart with precision.

The unbearable pain made him kneel on the ground, and his already tattered clothes were completely useless, and his exposed skin was full of wounds.

Greck raised his head, his eyes burning with humiliating anger: "Only God can fight God, you are just an ant!" ”

He raised his axe, which was full of chips from the previous battle.

"The Golden Bloodline is invincible!"

"Then give it a try." Li Ang's body suddenly spewed out countless tentacles, and with a series of terrifying air currents vibrating, the black veins were like an eternal surging undercurrent, galloping around with murderous intent.

Greck tried his best to resist, but he couldn't stop them all.

The tentacles pierced his twisted body mercilessly, noble veins dripping down the wounds, and finally mingling with the humble dust, unable to distinguish one from the other.

Leon gradually approached: "Weak king, what a pathetic. ”

"You worship the glory of your ancestors madly, but you will never learn to carve yourself like them, you only know how to take by force, and you want to achieve yourself with the help of other people's strength. You are not worthy of the bloodline in your body, let alone the name of the Golden Descendant. ”

With that, he struck the last blow with all his might.

And Grek was powerless to resist, and flew out like a rag bag, and the bones forged by the blood of the gods broke as easily as rotten wood.

I could only lie in the rubble and gasp for breath.

The lower half of his body was unconscious, and the mountain demon's right arm hung limply beside him, and the bones from his shoulder to his wrist were shattered.

He tried to prop himself up with his other hand, but the burning pain from the broken spine forced him to give up the idea.

In time, Greck's body could recover, but he didn't have time.

"Where's your rhetoric, Grick?" Leon came up to him with a sharp blade stretched out from his fingertips: "It turns out that every word you say is as a failure in your life. ”

"Whether I fail or not is not something you can define." Greek coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Leon grabbed him by the neck and slowly exerted force: "Your mouth is much harder than your bones." ”

The claws pierced Greck's jaw, piercing his trachea, and the broken bones in his neck pressed on the nerves, and he let out a low cry of pain as his voice and pus and blood flowed through the hole in his throat and fell to the ground wet.

The bloated and dilapidated body shrugged violently, then completely calmed down.

Perhaps because he always looked down on Leon, who was born with mud legs, Greck did not beg for mercy like he did to Maleia until he died.

After his death, his body immediately became shriveled and thin, and the limbs he received rotted and fell off.

The choice of this evil method of seeking the Tao is a pretentiousness and inferiority complex in the bones, and it is a struggle for the golden bloodline to decline more and more after the shattered war, and to be reduced to the edge.

But the dream of becoming a king is just a yellow sorghum after all, and no matter how carefully planned, it is just to make a wedding dress for others.

Witnessing the defeat of this royal grandson, his Great Lune was automatically transferred to Leon, and his body was also drained of the last trace of nutrients by the black light virus.

There is no flash of gold, and there is no great momentum.

But Leon is completely different from before, he is no longer a mortal, but a demigod endowed with divinity, and has the right to compete for Elden's throne.

When it comes to specific feelings, he can't feel them for the time being.

Because in order to activate the Great Rune in his body and exert its original power, Leon needs to go to Greck's Divine Grant Tower and regain the recognition of the Supreme Will.

He doesn't plan to go anytime soon.

When you solve your own problems, you will have the energy to deal with this creator.

It's just that as soon as Greck died, the Supreme Will probably knew about his existence.

"It's not a big problem!" Leon picked up the deliberately reserved Greek's head and walked slowly and leisurely.

The aftermath of the battle alarmed the garrison in the city, who gathered at the gates of the main fort and kept looking.

When they saw someone coming out, they immediately raised their swords and spears, and shouted and charged.

Li Ang staggered his body head-on, pulled out the corpse mountain and swung it with a sea of blood, and several knights who rushed to the front were cut off by the waist.

Then he lifted Greck's head and smashed it down.

Another exile's head cracked.

It is worthy of golden blood, and his head is more iron than ordinary people.

"The limb is dead, kneel!" Li Ang raised his head high and announced to the world.

The garrisons unconsciously stopped, but did not move further, and only silence remained in the crowded clearing.

I don't know how long later, a knight's spear fell off his hand, causing a chain reaction in an instant.

A large number of garrisons dropped their weapons and turned to run out of the city, shouting in horror: "Golden Grek is dead!! Golden Greek is dead!! ”

The rest fell to their knees in front of Leon, their heads pressed to the ground like pilgrims curled up.

Leon ignored them and continued to walk out of the city.

After walking a few steps, a trembling, dry palm stretched out from the crowd, and at the palm of the palm was a fiery red ball.

"Please take my grapes and spare my life."

Leon looked at the strange grape that looked like an eyeball, then at the man's ordinary face, and then tucked it into the equipment slot.

The supreme will is not good, but it is targeted by other things first.

I'm going to start going crazy, why don't you come to me, little wood!

A few minutes later, Leon left Stonewell without any resistance.

When I got back to the dilapidated house in Storm Hill, it was just getting dark.

Malenia was still asleep in the corner of the wall, as she had done before leaving, while Finlay sat on the ground, with her back to him, unsure of what she was stirring up, and the smell of blood was in the air.

"I thought you weren't going to come back."

The female knight turned, clutching a fresh, steaming wolf skin in her hand.

Li Ang was surprised: "You still have time to fight wolves?" Don't you want the noble man of God? ”

"What then?" There was a hint of complaint in her tone: "You can't count on it, and besides, it was delivered to the door by yourself." ”

"Hurry up and start the pot, we have warm broth to drink tonight."

"I'll leave when I'm full."

Li Ang pouted: "I dare to say that I can't count on it, look at what this thing is!" ”

With that, he threw Greck's head in front of her.

But because he was beaten before his death, his facial features were unrecognizable, so Finlay only recognized it as a head, and did not see who it was, so he threw it out of the house with a disgusted face:

"I'm sorry, I'm hungry, but I'm not hungry enough to eat people."

"Or are you planning to get a limb and give yourself a slightly brighter head?"

Li Ang said helplessly: "I'm letting you see, not letting you eat!" ”

Finlay wiped his hands in disgust: "What's so nice about a dead man's head, can it be that I can turn it into Greck after a few more glances?" ”

Leon nodded.

The female knight tilted her head, and many question marks appeared in her eyes.

Leon continued to nod.

Finlay slapped his thigh and laughed, "This is definitely the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!" ”

"Come back late, come back late, I won't blame you, why make such a lame excuse."

Leon looked at the windswept wisp of white hair on the grass outside the house, raised his eyebrows lightly, and no longer explained anything.

There was originally a black cauldron and a few pieces of wood that had not yet been burned out in the dilapidated house, which should have been left by a passing traveler, and after a little cleaning, Finlay put in fresh wolf meat.

The broth was boiling and she crouched by the fire like a child, waiting patiently.

"Let's go." Li Ang held the firewood he picked up and stuffed it into the bottom of the pot, he was so demicent, he actually had to make the fire by himself.

The female knight reluctantly moved out of the way.

He did the same, and squatted down: "I heard that wolf meat is not delicious. ”

Finlay rested his chin on his knee: "Have you eaten?" ”

Leon shook his head honestly.

"Then don't spoil the sense of anticipation!" Metret moved to the side, distancing himself from him.

After a while, a slightly muffled voice under her helmet sounded again: "To be honest, I thought you had run away in the afternoon. ”

"I'm not sure if I can take her back on this mission."

Li Ang immediately said righteously: "Protecting the safety of His Highness is the duty of every corrupt knight, even if it is at the cost of his life!" ”

Finlay sat on the ground: "Don't talk, I want to laugh when you talk now!" ”

"You're crazy too?" Leon picked up the scattered firewood and threw it back into the fire: "The meat seems to be almost cooked." ”

"I'll taste it!" Finlay hurriedly drew a short spear and pricked a piece of meat from the pot.

Leon had expected her to take off her helmet when she ate, but she just lifted a slit in the mask to reveal the part below her nose.

"It's really not delicious, it's fishy and woody, and I can't chew it."

Finally swallowing the contents of her mouth, she turned her face to Leon: "Look at what! I'm going to be fully armed for any danger that may arise! ”

"You think everyone is like you, with weapons thrown everywhere?"

Leon looked away from her delicate jawline: "Yes, where is my spear!" ”

The corners of Fen Lei's oily mouth rose, and he handed him the short spear in his hand: "Here, I see that you don't need it, so I will use it, hehe." ”

It's getting better, brothers, the more you write, the smoother it is (for now)

(End of chapter)