Under the night sky, in the ruins of the deserted shield area, the Blood Magian gently turned around and stroked the pitch-black Kilica. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the next moment, like a pitch-black spider-like Kilica, the dense carapace on his body began to tear, deform, and swell, and the pitch-black appearance began to turn red, and more than a dozen blood-red tentacles composed of human stumps stretched out from his body, getting bigger and bigger!

Kilica's body grew larger and larger, until it returned to the appearance of the blood-red hydra that Tails had seen, shaking its tentacles like a giant squid dozens of meters high, making a strange whistling sound.

"Find the kid. ”

Giza's madness and paranoia vanished as the fuchsia markings on her face faded.

At this moment, she was quiet and peaceful, like an ordinary innocent girl, only to see the magician gently caressing Kilica, and her tone was light and gentle: "You know his taste, understand his breath, and be familiar with his bloodline......"

Giza sighed softly, with a strange expression: "It belongs to that guy's bloodline." ”

"That guy you've ever dreamed of devouring. ”

More than a dozen giant tentacles of the hydra shook at the same time, and the "zizi" sound of bloody flesh rubbing and squeezing inside.

"Boom!"

The tentacles slammed down, shaking dozens of deep ravines in the ruins, and smoke and dust kicked up.

Giza laughed, and she looked at the terrifying Kilica with pampering eyes, like looking at her own angry tail wagging puppy.

"Go, find him. ”

Giza who was like a girl next door paused for a second before opening her lips slightly and exhaling softly: "Before he became a magician......

"Kill him. ”

Even if it is to destroy the entire Longxiao City for this.

Even if it will expose itself.

Even if......

Once again, there was an unsettling and eerie "sizzle" sound from Kilica's massive body.

In the next second, more than a dozen of its blood-colored tentacles pierced the ground one after another from different directions!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Its flesh seems to be multiplying infinitely, extending the length of its tentacles and digging into the ground!

Suddenly, Giza narrowed his eyes and turned his head solemnly.

In the smoke and dust stirred up by Kilica, a figure suddenly appeared, slowly walking towards the magician.

Giza exhaled softly.

Sure enough, too much time was wasted.

The figures in the smoke and dust, one by one, slowly approached.

The Blood Demon Master closed his eyes and shook his head slightly: "Well, I actually evacuated the people in several surrounding districts......"

"The descendants of Necaju are not useless. ”

Right now.

Rumble!

On the ground next to the figure, a medium-sized tentacle suddenly sprang out.

In the smoke and dust, tentacles burst out of the ground and attacked the unpleasant guests!

However, the figure in the smoke and dust only moved slightly.

"Whew!"

The sound of a weapon entering the flesh was heard.

The next moment.

Giza suddenly changed color and fell to his knees!

"Ahh

The Blood Demon Master screamed in pain with his face full of pain!

————

"Boom!"

In several urban districts adjacent to the shield area, more than a dozen huge blood-red tentacles broke through the ground again!

For example, in the sword area closest to the upper aristocratic districts, there was such a huge tentacle, after destroying a stone house on top, it broke through the earth and stones, and burst towards the sky.

At the moment of unearthing, the heads of these terrifying tentacles composed of bloody human bodies suddenly burst open, scattering into countless smaller tentacles.

The small tentacles first stopped in the air and slowly turned around, occasionally shaking once or twice.

It's like ......

Sniffing.

In a short time, these small tentacles trembled in unison, and they grew, multiplied, and spread out again, heading in all directions.

At this moment, a thin figure in a white cloak suddenly turned out from a corner and instantly fell in front of the roots of all the tentacles!

The tentacles sensed the approaching flesh.

At that moment, countless tentacles and limbs were like beast explosions, overwhelmingly attacking the cloak figure that appeared.

The figure turned slightly, wielding a special white-handled knife from his hand.

The knife flashed.

"Huh!"

In the siege of countless tentacles, that figure flickered endlessly in an instant, and even left an afterimage!

So much so that from a distance, it looked like he was handing out the blade in several different directions.

The blade grazed almost every tentacle, bringing out wounds one after another.

But it's much more than that.

The next moment, the tentacles that had been grazed by the blade trembled violently!

Then, these lifelike tentacles, the wounds immediately began to blacken, then they withered in large areas, and finally like burning, the whole tentacles turned into ashes and scattered!

Flesh and ash drifted together in an instant.

The man in the cloak swung his blade again.

This time, the strange knife stabbed into the base of these small tentacles—the large, blood-red tentacles.

The huge tentacles shook, and bubbles and a large amount of steam began to emerge from the place where the blade had been pierced.

Then it also began to turn black and wither.

until it is completely reduced to fly ashes.

Breaking away from the roots, the little tentacles that fell to the ground seemed to sense something, and immediately trembled wildly, and scattered in all directions like a snake - fleeing from the terrible man.

At this time, countless footsteps sounded urgently.

Dozens of gray-clad and masked figures appeared on the street corner!

They wore special equipment: arm shields, light crossbows, and streamlined white-handled knives, and they all stepped swiftly and skillfully to block almost every tentacle that tried to escape.

The movements are neat, the body is flexible, and the consciousness is calm.

Then the hand rises and falls.

"Wow!sss

This time, the small tentacles that were slashed by these blades did not turn into flying ashes, but gushed bright red blood as if their limbs were damaged, but their lives were obviously not as strong as their roots, and the severed tentacles fell to the ground and slowly contracted after shedding a large amount of blood.

The man who appeared at the beginning, Nicolas the "Starfaller", threw off his cloak, and with a serious expression, he ignored his subordinates who were busy with tentacles, and walked towards the street corner.

There, more members of the White Blade Guard, surrounded by an old but dignified man.

"According to Ms. Kassan's information, there are at least a dozen of these things in and around the shield area - fortunately we evacuated the inhabitants in time, otherwise they would all have become food for that thing, Your Majesty. ”

The Meteorite reported solemnly.

Nunn VII frowned as he watched a vulture-shaking tentacle in the distance, trampled and severed by a white-bladed guard, bleeding bright red blood.

"We've tried, ordinary anti-demon forces can only ensure that they maintain the most basic mobility under the siege of these things," Nikolai noticed the king's gaze, he shook the strange blade in his hand, and slowly spoke: "Only a legendary anti-demon weapon like the Soul Breaker Blade can eradicate these disgusting things while protecting themselves." ”

The King nodded, his expression terrifying: "Grivo has already come out with the Soul Killing Spear - that scourge will not be around for long. ”

"But these things are still stretching, trying to find more people to feed on," said a bureaucrat who looked like an orderly behind the king, worriedly, "and now even here are appearing—sooner or later they will extend beyond the shield zone and catch up with the inhabitants we have arranged to evacuate in other districts, even outside the city." ”

"It's just that it continues to grow through absorption, but if it continues like this, the entire Longxiao City will ......"

King Nunn jerked up his hand and stopped his subordinates' reports.

His eyes flashed with anger.

and firmness.

The tentacles in this area were quickly cleaned up.

King Nun clenched his fists, looked up at the warriors around him, and shouted, "White-Bladed Guard!"

"Yes!"

All the white-bladed guards, including Nicolai, turned their heads in unison and shouted angrily.

They looked sharply back at the king of the Northlands.

King Nunn stepped forward heavily, his eyes wide open, and he stared at each of his guards—the elite white-bladed guards.

Dragon's Guard.

Exeter's toughest existence.

In the distance, the sound of earth and rocks collapsing could be heard again.

King Nunn took a deep breath, the flames in his eyes growing stronger.

"Tell me, boys!"

"When Exeter needs your protection...... "The old king's majestic voice rang in everyone's ears:

"When the Northland Needs Your Fight......"

"Need Your Lives ......"

"When Blood Is Shed......"

King Nunn turned his head and stared at the blood-red hydra in the distance, staring at the vague and large sound and shadow, and shouted fiercely:

"Will you hesitate?"

"Tell me!"

At that moment, all the white-bladed guards straightened up without hesitation and slammed their right fists into their left chests!

Boom!

A dull thumping sound sounded at the same time, like a person, heavy and shocking.

All the elite warriors shouted angrily at the same time, deafening:

"No, Your Majesty!"

"Huh!"

King Nunn turned and drew his sword sharply!

His face was full of majesty, and he nodded at his guards: "Very good!"

"Nicolais, you're in charge of scheduling!"

The Starfall knelt down on one knee and slammed a fist into his chest, his face solemn.

"The White Blade Guards, all armed with anti-demon weapons, walk around the edge of the shield zone," King Nunn said calmly to the captain of his own guard, "whether it is delay, interception, or strangulation - block this thing in the shield zone for me!"

"It doesn't want to move even one Northland again!"

Nicolai nodded vigorously and stood up in order.

"Everyone is divided into eight teams, each team is at least thirty people, check the anti-demon armament, bring signal crossbow arrows, and believe in accordance with wartime standards," the Meteorite looked at his subordinates and said coldly: "Form a circle formation in a group of five, mainly deal with these small things, chopping and slashing is the most effective, pay attention to your steps, don't be entangled by multiple enemies." ”

"Meet such a big guy," Nicolai kicked a large tentacle that had withered into a black dry limb and shook his Soul Breaker Blade, "Inform me of the letter!"

King Nunn sighed.

"Kasan said that the more people that plague faced, the stronger it became—so you would have no backup," the king stretched out his right hand, firmly pressed Nicolai's right shoulder, and looked straight ahead, "whether it's patrols or levies—they don't have anti-demon weapons, so they die in vain." ”

"Our hope is in Grivo and you, in the Soul Killer and the Soul Breaker. ”

"Grivo has gone to find the scourge - the Soul Lance couldn't have done a better job of dealing with it, and what you have to do now is ......"

King Nunn's eyes flashed: "It's a trapped rat in a cage - completely cut off the power and retreat of that thing!"

Nicolas looked deeply at the king, then nodded firmly and respectfully, "We have no problem, Your Majesty. ”

"Please wait in the palace for news of our triumph. ”

But King Nunn shook his head: "I will go with you." ”

For a second, Nicolai's eyes widened.

"Your Majesty, the front is very unsafe......"

King Nunn raised his hand solemnly and stopped his words.

"Most of the White-Bladed Guards are here, and Valhalla isn't necessarily safe here. ”

"And I never doubted that the White Guards were," said King Nunn's eyes, with unmistakable majesty, "the safest place in the world." ”

"Do you have any objection to that?"

Nicolas shook.

At that moment, Nicollet didn't say anything, just gritted his teeth and nodded solemnly.

King Nunn let go of his shoulders and smiled heroically:

"Come, my warriors. ”

"Today, we will step on the land of our homeland and rush into a war between humans and non-humans. ”

The old king raised his head and looked at the cliff in the sky, at the heroic statue with a spear.

"Today, we're going to follow in the footsteps of Necaju. ”

"Go hunt for the legendary scourge. ”

The white-bladed guards were stunned.

Nicolai's pupils narrowed, and he slowly tightened the weapon in his hand.

Nunn VII turned to the hydra in the distance, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled:

"Take those crazy criminals who committed a monstrous blood debt in our Northlands, both six hundred years ago and now. ”

"Take those freaks who have been harmed for thousands of years, and the disasters are endless, and they are unreasonable. ”

"Take the evil that takes pleasure in killing and blood. ”

"Take those who see us as the scum of ants. ”

King Nunn clenched his fists and looked fierce:

"Destroyed!"

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Giza fell to the ground suddenly, and his originally ruddy and healthy face suddenly became gray and dry.

Moreover, this dark color is still intensifying on her face!

The hydra behind Giza, Kilica, felt the state of his master and trembled wildly.

With Kilica's movements, several tentacles appeared around the figure again, attacking the unsuspect.

"Whew!"

There were two sharp sounds in the smoke and dust.

"Ahh......h

Kilica suddenly writhed like crazy.

"Click!"

From the magician to the ground between the figure, it cracked!

A large blood-red tentacle stretched out from Kilica, writhing wildly, breaking free from the ground.

Constant trembling.

It was as if he was going through the most terrible torture.

I saw that this bright red tentacle composed of stumps was starting from the front, from the figure in the smoke and dust, and with extreme degrees, it turned black and withered!

Like a fine cloth infested with ink, the black withering on the tentacles spreads all the way to the roots.

Stretch to Kilica.

and Giza.

The Blood Demon Master raised his black face, gritted his teeth, and roared angrily: "Don't think!"

The next moment, the tentacle that kept turning black and withered, before that terrifying momentum extended to Kilica......

It expands itself from the roots, and then it breaks suddenly!

"Bang!"

A large amount of blood burst out.

At that moment, Giza Trillman was described as embarrassed and his expression was nervous.

Like a gecko with a broken tail, struggling to survive.

A moment later, it will be doomed.

The black wither extended to the place where it broke, and finally it was no longer able to continue, completely turning this huge tentacle into a dry and withered branch.

In the air, all that remained was the gasping of Giza lying on the ground.

Her face finally began to turn ruddy.

The magician raised his head, gritted his teeth and stared ahead.

Staring at the figure that came all the way from the smoke and dust.

The figure in the smoke and dust slowly approached.

And with that, there is an unpleasant frictional noise.

"Whoa—"

Giza stood up from the ground, frowning slightly.

The man was tall, but he walked strangely—with every step, his right leg had to be dragged down.

It's like ...... A cripple.

"Whoa—"

The unpleasant sounds continued, sounding like fine utensils rubbing against rough rock faces.

Finally, a rude voice came from the smoke and dust.

"The shield area is a sad place," the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing a strong and sturdy man, "It hides the darkest and obscure colors of Longxiao City under the bold and generous, optimistic and positive appearance of the Northlanders. ”

"Whoa—"

The noise continued.

The lame man was about thirty or forty years old, with a gently contoured face, but the stubble on his chin was high and made him look rather rugged.

"Some people are born in this unfortunate place, and their parents left them only poverty and hardship, and they only learned tenacity and tenacity. ”

The man limped forward, his tone full of sorrow.

"Whoa—"

Giza's brow furrowed more and more—she had found the source of the noise: a metal spear two meters long was dragging behind the man.

The pitch-black spear head dragged upside down on the ground, making an unpleasant grinding sound.

The Blood Magician's eyes were fixed on the spear, his eyes full of strange colors.

"Some people come here in order to get ahead, exchange the most precious present for the most unexpected future, and save something memorable for themselves, their families, and future generations. ”

The lame man's right hand dragged the heavy spear hard, and the figure turned, revealing the left side of his face.

Giza saw his most striking feature - the man had no left ear.

Where he should have been an ear, there was only a round hole left—as if it had been severed by Qi Gen.

"But whoever it is, they are forced to take shelter in this broken place called the shield area, but even the complete thick walls that shelter the wind and snow are not enshrined, to take shelter and eat. ”

"Here, some people are stingy and philistine, some are illiterate and trembling, some are lonely and desperate, and some are full of injuries, and some are impulsive and hot-tempered. ”

"Whoa—"

The man limped forward, his expression sad and his voice low.

"They're just ordinary people, but they're all pathetic. ”

"But they are still living the most bleak life at the feet of the most powerful men in all Exeter, with the most contented attitude, the strongest smile, the most humble livelihood, the most meager income, and the most pitiful hopes. ”

"They have no unrivaled strength, no great feats, no honorable honors, no noble titles, no glorious blood—but they still grit their teeth, swallow blood, tear up, tense every muscle, and struggle to live. ”

The man stopped limping and stood in front of Giza.

He turned his head and glanced at a ruin.

There, lying quietly, was the severed hand of a child.

The man jerked his head back, and this time, his eyes were unwaveringly staring directly at the magician.

It's filled with apathy, loneliness, disappointment, pain, hatred—and dead silence.

"This is the shield area—even the snow is a dark and filthy place. "The lame man is plain and authentic.

"In the great Exeter, in the majestic Valhalla, in the glorious Northland," the man's eyes swept over the surrounding ruins, revealing a hint of pain:

"We're struggling, we're struggling. ”

"We are more like Northlanders than the toughest Northlanders. ”

The lame man with only one ear looked cold, raised the spear in his hand, and looked at Giza.

"And you ......"

But even this miserable and unfortunate opportunity, this opportunity to grit our teeth and struggle and snatch hope, has to come from our already empty hands. ”

"Stripped. ”

"We are in your eyes," the man closed his eyes slightly, the gun in his hand clenched tighter and tighter, and his words were full of pain:

"It's like a bug, trampling at will, allowing it to be kneaded. ”

"Yes. ”

"Calamity?"

The Blood Demon Master exhaled deeply, his eyes extremely solemn.

She didn't answer the man's words.

As if not wanting to waste time.

She just fixed her eyes on the gun.

After a few seconds, Giza finally spoke slowly.

"More than 600 years later......"

"The wielder of the Soul Lance. ”

Giza gasped while comforting Kilica behind him, and said flatly: "It's actually you such a cripple?"

The man snorted coldly.

The Blood Wizard raised his head and looked at the Sky Cliff.

She glanced at the heroic statue of the human hero, Necaju Aix, and then looked down at the lame one-eared man, frowning.

It's like a contrast.

After a moment, Giza let out a long sigh:

"It's too far, isn't it?"

The man stared at her tightly, silent.

"Why, ...... in this era"

"As long as it's an extreme realm," Giza said disdainfully, "will you be able to master the legendary anti-demon armament?"

"Whew!"

The one-eared man turned his hands, and the spear slashed through the fierce wind, and the pitch-black head of the spear was pointed directly at Giza.

The head of the gun shook slightly.

"Buzz ......"

It's like a spear has a life of its own.

"Drew Grivo, an ordinary heavy sword infantry in Longxiao City, conscription. He said in a deep voice.

"By the way," said the lame man named Grivo with the Soul Killing Spear coldly, "the entire shield area ......"

"I'm covered. ”

"Oh?" said Giza's face turned cold, grinding her teeth, but rarely smiling, "Then you have to thank me." ”

She looked around at the ruins of the surrounding streets and shook her head.

"Take your home. “

"It was so clean. ”

Grivo was not angered by her words.

The man just dragged his lame leg and took a gentle step forward.

"Just a hello. ”

"You should know where this weapon came from," Grivo said silently, tapping the hideous spear in his hand, "When I took it ten years ago, Michael almost nagged out my other ear. ”

The man's eyes began to become pure.

"The Soul Lance, the great weapon of His Majesty Necajo. ”

"All life in this world, from dragons to ants, from demons to flowers and plants. ”

"Once stabbed by this spear," Grivo stared at the head of his spear, his eyes blazing, "all life in his body will be lost." ”

At that moment, the one-eared lame man's momentum began to change.

It's like coming to the most tragic battlefield.

"All life. ”

"All over the body. ”

Giza did not speak.

"Death's touch," Grivo looked up and coldly emphasized, "just a little bit." ”

The girl, who had always smiled gently, looked at the gun emotionlessly at the moment.

The gaze did not take off for a long time.

It's like remembering something.

"This is the unrivaled ability of the legendary anti-demon armament, the Soul Killing Spear," the crippled heavy sword infantry snapped:

"'Killing'. ”

Grivo withdrew his spear and carefully observed his opponent.

"Every legendary anti-demon weapon is created for one or a specific magician. ”

"And this legendary spear is designed to deal with you......"

"For you, a guy who can't be sealed normally, a legendary anti-demon weapon forged. ”

Grivo blew softly into the head of the gun:

"The scourge of blood. ”

"The enemy of life. ”

The next moment, Grivo's eyes shot coldly.

"Boom!"

His intact left leg slammed to the ground, and his strong but crippled body burst out in an astonishing way!

Rushed towards the ugly-looking Giza.

The hideous soul-killing spear, with the invincible momentum of a battlefield charge, stabbed out indomitable.

"Buzz ......"

In the air, the pitch-black spear head emits pleasant vibrations.

The vibrations are getting more and more intense.

As if longing.

The desire to release the touch of death.