"Crazy?"
Amnak pulled the sword out of Lucius. The Immortal was already stupid at this time, but when he saw Amnak's face, he seemed to have seen a ghost, covered his head and screamed, crawling away like a child.
Watching Lucius climbing into the distance and pierce his head into the pile of corpses as if he was an ostrich, Amnak shook his head and retracted his gaze.
"This is called crazy? So, you are so sad. Since you already have yourself, why can't you go further?"
Teoti looked up and down at Amnak, a smile appeared on his plump lips.
"I must admit that you are very different at this time, full of different charms. The rebellious thought aroused my interest. Do you still remember the seven virtues formulated by the Lord?"
The dark pet concubine shook her waist and passed by Amnak like a weak willow to support the wind, like a huge python entangling the prey that fell into a trap, while the charming and fair hands on her lower body kept stroking Amnak's armor.
"The first virtue is pride."
The tone of the Evil Weaver Girl sounds very well-cultivated, and every word is detailed and clear, but with a slight contempt.
"Without it, how could we be better than other brainless reckless men? The second is jealousy. If we are not jealous of God, why should we imitate Him so hard? The third is gluttony. If the harvest is successful, we should reward ourselves. If the reward is beautiful, of course we should not limit its acquisition. The fourth is desire. If the gods themselves have desires, why can't we have it? The fifth is anger. We always have resentment towards the complacency of the imperfect people. The sixth is greed. If one is to have two, it will never end. The seventh is—"
"Lazy."
Amnak interrupted the other party, and at this time the other party had almost faced him, putting his hands on his shoulders and face, and his lower body was tightly wrapped around his body.
"Ah, look at you now. The seven virtues are so shining, making me feel hot all over... We haven't been passionate again for a long time. Your courage is a hundred times stronger than that bitch's beauties in Nkali. Amnak, don't be so ruthless, I need you."
As he said that, the Dark Pet Princess lowered her head, blew a breath on Amnak's cold face, and then pressed her lips on.
But her movements immediately froze.
At some point, Amnak, who should have been trapped in his hands and feet, held the Holy Flame Sword in his hand between each other.
"What do you think it is you? Low subspace debris."
Even the Slaane Demon was angry with this arrogance. Teoti made a sharp scream, and those gentle little hands instantly turned into countless sharp blades, and at the same time, all the scales on her lower body were screaming.
The harsh sound waves formed a terrible effect, and the entire bridge was almost stripped from its original physical form and turned into a cave full of viscous flesh.
At that moment, Amnak suddenly moved, his seemingly solid image shattered into colorful kaleidoscopes, and the howling blades just slashed the scorching smoke into pieces, passing through a piece of nothingness.
"What trick!?"
Teoti turned around suddenly and Amnak was already standing a hundred meters away, holding the double blades.
"It seems that you have indeed obtained something from those material annihilations, but this still cannot prevent you from being brought to your master and accepting eternal punishment!"
Countless white silk threads erupted from the dark pet concubine, instantly turning the bridge into a spider's nest. She quickly wandered among the silk threads that could cut off metal, raising a strong wind that could cut the steel.
However, Amnak just stood still and faced the demon who was leaping and suddenly, but this time the mockery on his face disappeared, leaving only bone-broken hatred and crazy-burning fighting spirit.
He knew that the strength of his old lover would decline even if he came to the mortal world in a hasty way, but he should not be underestimated.
Only one chance.
Amnak took a deep breath and set up his sword force, and the Holy Flame Sword also burned fiercely at the same time.
Beside him, there appeared a golden demon with a horned horned sword with four arms, and a heroic warrior wearing purple armor.
The moment the two overlapped, a seemingly harmless breeze blew, and Teoti, who was hitting Amnak's head, bloomed like a flower, and the twelve arms turned into deadly afterimages, while countless tiny silk threads cut everything they touched like a hurricane.
Amnak looked up, and he seemed to have heard the snickering of his former master. A few words were stinging lightly between his lips, which was the overlap of the two voices.
"I am no longer your slave."
The next moment, the sword shadows spread across the sky and the lightning was diffusing, Amnak, the king of ten thousand troops, and Akurduna, the leader of two hundred swordsmen, danced the most extreme sword technique in his life, and then it was an indescribable, unstoppable sword.
After the almost unaware time passed, Amnak stood more than ten meters away, while the silk threads around him broke one by one.
Teoti stumbled in place for a second, and let out an angry and painful wail.
"Uh!!!!!!!"
Several deep sword marks appeared on her body, causing her to spill out a large amount of deep purple pus while shaking, and her three arms were also chopped to the ground.
"Um--"
At the same moment, Amnak took a step forward and then covered his chest. His breastplate was neatly cut off, and a blood hole the size of a fist was often bursting out of warm red blood.
This corpse still cannot perform its sword skills. At this time, how eager he has to have a body with perfect gray graft.
"Your swordsmanship is indeed very strong, and the material annihilation also gives you some strength, but-"
Teoti turned around angrily. The scars on her body had not healed. The power attached to the Holy Flame Sword was annihilation of part of her entity, but this was not enough to exile her.
"It cannot change the situation where you will receive eternal punishment!"
"Hmph——"
Amnak sneered twice, then turned into a bloody cough. He wiped off the blood stains from his lips and mocked:
"This is just a trailer. Doesn't Salis like to play? This will be a very worthwhile game."
As he said that, he accelerated and rushed to Caesar who was about to take Lucius away. Before the other party could react, he slashed Lucius' head, who was still mumbling in his dreams.
When Kesa picked up the detonator, Amnak knocked him away directly. At this time, Teoti had already rushed over, and the two of them hurriedly dodged to the side.
"Kaissa, do you want to die or live? This crazy bitch doesn't recognize anyone, she will definitely kill you."
"I--"
Caesar glanced at Lucius's corpse on the ground. He knew that the Immortal would definitely be resurrected, but he probably wouldn't have the ability, especially when it fell into the hands of a Slaanesia demon, which was what he feared the most.
He thought he was not a coward, but what happened today was too outrageous, which made him even difficult for a while.
But his hesitation was already an answer. Amnak took out something and stuck it on him, and then activated a teleportation device that Soshiyan purchased from the furnace on his belt.
Chapter completed!