Chapter 544 CLXXVIII Insect

Chapter 544 CLXXVIII. Insect

The lake light was cold, reflecting the shimmering murderous intent.

"His name was Henrik, also known as Alan Juedao. He was unrivaled forty years ago. It was said that his swordsmanship was unparalleled in the past and present. He was just a man seeking fame. I killed him with one sword and hanged him at the city gate for public display. His wife, Eliza, was just a lowly tavern waitress. I had her head cut off and the two traitors executed to show the king's grace and power."

Zot raised his left hand and stared at it, as if he was playing with the head of the woman in his memory.

Magnus's eyes were stern.

"Okay! Today, I will avenge them!"

The revenge for killing his father, which lasted nearly thirty years, was finally exposed to the light of day.

Magnus wanted to use his crippled body and the broken sword left by his father to kill back all the lives that Zot had taken away.

"Do you have the qualifications? Alexi, go and kill him."

Zot didn't care. He ordered his hawks and dogs to kill this ignorant cripple like a dead dog.

The Sword of Time named Alexi is the best among them. It has the divine power blessed by the Judge. This sword seems to come from the future.

As soon as Zot finished speaking, he flew over with a sword as fast as a ghost. Magnus immediately drew out the broken knife, and the two passed by.

The shallows were separated for a moment, and the airflow that broke through the air raised huge waves to both sides.

In a moment.

Blood rushed out, scrambling to flow out. Magnus' face and chest were all cut, and the skin and flesh turned outward.

But Magnus was faster.

I don't know when he pulled back the broken knife tied to the chain and wrapped it in his hand.

The Sword of Time named Alexei seemed to have been sifted by a wire fishing net, and disappeared into the water in pieces of angular meat.

Zot raised his eyebrows.

The other heavy priests and the Sword of Time surrounded him, and Zot raised his hand to stop them. It seems that he is not a second-rate character.

"Okay! I agree to your terms.

A life-and-death duel sounds fair. I will also ask the sky for divination and use my own life to predict the good and bad luck!"

Zot also picked up the saber. If he wins, he will advance on both the east and west fronts from tomorrow, capture everyone including terrorists, the army, the resistance, and pirates, and take Mulon into his pocket.

At this moment, the sun is blazing and the wind is shadowless.

But the yellow sand is flying, the sound of the knife is whistling, and the figure is jumping.

Zot stood there, slapping the water with his knife in boredom, splashing waves, and raised his finger to the man with the broken hand, telling him to come over.

Magnus' legs were like the wind, as if he was stepping on the lake water, flying through the air and swiftly.

There was a loud sound of metal clashing, sparks flew everywhere, and it hurt people's eardrums. The sound waves caused ripples on the lake surface like invisible rainstorms.

With the two people as the center, waves splashed up and became more and more turbulent.

It was unclear who had a faster knife between Zote and Magnus, but they both wanted to be faster than each other.

It was impossible to see who was stabbed.

All that could be seen was that streams of blood stained the lake water red between the two.

Thirty years of hatred, how many knives would it take to vent it completely.

Only one knife was needed, the one that took Zote's life, that was enough.

This knife did not need to be gorgeous, it just needed to be sharp enough, it could split the wind and cut off the hatred.

But Magnus had to look for this knife for a long time.

He was already covered with wounds, bleeding, and his standard military knife was knocked away, leaving only a broken knife.

With a swish sound.

The broken knife wrapped in chains shuttled towards Zot's neck, as fast as lightning.

But Zot moved his body, and the blade lightly pressed on Magnus' shoulder. His father was defeated by this move.

The force seemed to be as light as a feather, and the air flow burst out.

The gap was as insurmountable as a natural chasm.

The blade made of ancient Shenzhou's fine steel shattered again, and Zot's saber made of ordinary rough iron was all curled, but it was still no problem to stab Magnus to death.

As the broken knife shattered.

The knife pressing on Magnus' shoulder did not use any force at all, but it was like a heavy burden pressing down.

With a plop.

Magnus was completely desperate, his whole body was exhausted, and he knelt in the shallow pool of the lake, his eyes lost focus.

Just as Marcus once said.

He should have died...

That snowy night twenty-eight years ago.

End this useless and tragic life early.

"To be honest, I admire you people. Inheriting the will of the dead, like cockroaches, again and again, this seems to be your way to fight against the world.

I used to be a knight's squire.

I did a lot of dirty work for that man and killed many people who had no grudges against me. All his merits were established by me.

But when those enemies came to the door.

But none of them was useful, just like you.

The fastest knife can cut off the past and kill the past self. What you carry on your body is too heavy.

So you are incredibly slow and too weak..."

Zot raised the rolled saber and stroked the bloody blade, like a ruler crossing the long border of Old Alan.

"It's time to fulfill your promise. Let that woman go. I am a trustworthy person. Now I will spare your life and tell you the location of the Sharon priest."

Zot threw the scrapped saber into the lake casually, sank to the bottom of the water, and said lightly.

Suddenly the wind became very strong, as if something was stirring up the world.

"What is that!"

A clergyman looked at the shadow sweeping over the horizon, covering the sky and the sun, turning the surroundings into darkness. There were no clouds in the sky at this time. What on earth was it?

Zot was shocked. Mulon had a dragon disaster?

"I'm so sorry Caroso, but I'm going to find the big black guy. The Heavenly Port is full of boring people. Hmm? The lake below is so beautiful! I want to go there! Is this the Mirror Sea? The hometown of the dead face is not as big as imagined."

These words.

Garsek was completely shocked. The dead face was obviously talking about Oaks. This girl has reached the rebellious stage. The wording is very explosive. After all, she has been with the profession at the bottom of the contempt chain for a whole year, and it is still the most important period to establish her three views.

Caroso said that he would take Fafna to experience, but Garsek thought he was too conservative.

In addition, Caroso's speed, compared with the two of them, is simply a wheelchair racing against a subspace spaceship. Caroso has directly become a lonely old man.

Garsek slept for seven hundred years, but in the world he came to nine hundred years ago, during the time of Empress Engma, the knowledge was far better than that of local people who had dropped out of prenatal education.

"That's not the Mirror Sea, the Mirror Sea is much bigger than this. It's called the Salt Lake, where humans collect salt."

"Those ships are so strange! They are completely different from the Port of Heaven, and they are not blown away by the wind! I want to see!"

"Forget it, it seems that people are fighting there, don't intervene casually."

Garsek didn't want to overturn and have any accidents. After hearing about the Emperor's incident, she had never seen such a powerful person in nine hundred years, let alone during the time of Empress Engma.

"I'm going!"

"Okay..."

After the two women landed on the shallows near the salt-collecting ship, Fafna first played in the water happily, then looked at the tactical black-faced people and made an extremely hip-hop Salute salute gesture, "AKA, God..."

Before Fafna finished speaking, Garsek interrupted her. This girl was too stupid and really needed to exercise well.

The clergy who reacted didn't wonder why the weather was so strange just now, it turned out to be because of these two beings.

"Tsk."

Zot clicked his tongue, he really should have asked the people of the sect to bring him the armor made of magic patterns that he wore back then, but it didn't matter.

What an ugly reptile.