Chapter 10 Devouring the Sword Master, strong men gather together
"Asshole, what did you two do?!" An angry shout came from the sky.
Along with the sound came from the distance a sword energy that was as scarlet as blood and cut through the sky!
"Um?"
Todd's thoughts were interrupted and he glanced up.
I saw a fiery red figure approaching from the sky at high speed, with sword energy all over the body, violent and fierce, shattering the atmosphere like a scarlet storm!
If a strong man from the Senalven Kingdom were here, he would definitely recognize that this is Atlas, the Kingdom's Protector Sword Master.
Atlas, the famous Red Moon Sword Master, once competed with the Thunder Sword Master for the position of the Three Sword Masters, but was defeated by one move.
It was naturally impossible for the two evil gods who had just arrived in this world to recognize him, so they were slightly startled when they saw this.
The Abyss Evil God Saron, who looked like a strong man with bull horns, scratched his head, stared at the storm of sword energy sweeping over, and said:
"The wind is a bit strong, are you...scaring us?"
The town has been razed to the ground, and the two weirdos are filled with an extremely evil and dark aura. Atlas, the Red Moon Sword Saint, was immediately furious, swung the big sword with flashing red light in his hand, and slashed forward!
The two evil-minded guys on the opposite side are definitely not human beings. If they dare to destroy the town, they will die without mercy.
boom!!
Thousand-foot-long sword light pierced the sky, like a red moon sweeping across, and a line of void split instantly. The purple-haired man and the strong man with ox-horns seemed to be in a daze, but they were motionless as they were swept by the red light sword energy!
With a loud noise, the sword light spread downwards, and the mountains, rivers, and vegetation on the ground were instantly chopped into pieces by the sword energy, and dust flew into the sky.
When the sword energy dissipated, the place where the two evil gods stood had been razed to the ground, and a bottomless ravine spread from the edge of the town to the distance.
The Red Moon Sword Master held the big sword in his hand and stood still in the air, looking at the empty earth with a look of surprise on his face.
died?
Those two weirdos gave him a very dangerous feeling, and he thought they would not be easy to solve.
puff!!
The next moment, Red Moon Sword Master suddenly widened his eyes, his body trembled, his protective sword was broken, and several dark red blood spears penetrated his body from the back, bringing out a large amount of blood on his chest!
"ah!!"
The Red Moon Sword Master's expression was distorted, he let out a scream, and his eyes were horrified.
He was not defenseless. He had a sword to protect his body, so he shouldn't have been seriously injured so easily.
But just now, the body-protecting sword seemed to be made of paper and was easily pierced.
The bull-horned man appeared behind the Red Moon Sword Master at some point. His thick right arm deformed, and his fingers turned into several sharp tentacles like irons, piercing the Sword Master's body.
Blood gushed out from the tentacles, staining the ground red.
Saron, the evil god with horns on his head, grinned and said:
"It's ridiculous that such a small insect dares to swing a sword at our gods."
The Red Moon Sword Master's expression was very painful, but he endured the severe pain. He lowered his sword with his backhand, and the sword light that cut through all things struck the arm of the Ox-Horned Evil God!
Clang!!
The sound of gold and iron clashing echoed through the sky.
Under the disbelieving gaze of the Red Moon Sword Master, the bloody sword light that struck the horned man's arm suddenly shattered like glass, and the sword made of blood-laced steel also cracked open!
But the thick black and red arm was unscathed, leaving only a light white mark.
The strong man with ox-horns had a contemptuous look in his eyes. He grabbed the blood-steel sword with his left hand and pinched it casually.
Boom!
The bloody sword couldn't withstand such power, cracks appeared on the sword's body and it shattered into countless pieces!
A high-level sacred instrument was destroyed like this.
"you……"
The Red Moon Sword Master, who was pierced by the tentacle, was covered in blood and looked horrified.
puff!
The Ox-Horned Evil God smiled, suddenly opened his mouth wide, and bit into the Red Moon Sword Master's head with his ferocious mouth full of gray fangs. Blood spurted out, mixed with the white brains!
The poor sword master had half of his head bitten off, but the saint's vitality prevented him from dying immediately, and he let out a shrill scream.
This made the Ox-Horned Evil God even more excited. He laughed ferociously, grabbed the Red Moon Sword Master's body with his big hands, bit off the Red Moon Sword Master's body section by section, and swallowed it into his belly, just like tasting a delicious ham sausage.
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The scene was very bloody.
The phantom flickered, and the evil god Todd with long purple hair, pale face and handsome face appeared next to his companion.
Looking at the strong man with horns whose mouth was full of blood, Todd frowned slightly and said with disgust in his eyes:
"Can't you eat in a more civilized way?"
"Hahahaha... isn't this too exciting? There are dirty monsters in the abyss. I haven't tasted the flesh and blood of a saint like this for a long time."
The horned evil god Saron smiled innocently and patted his belly, as if he was savoring the taste of blood.
Todd shook his head, holding the old scroll with the Blood Queen's portrait and seal in his hand, waited for a moment, and then asked:
"Have you read any useful information?"
The abdomen of the Ox-horned Evil God Saron squirmed a few times, as if he was digesting something. His eyes turned white, slowly reflecting the distorted face of the Red Moon Sword Master.
"ah!"
The remaining soul of the Red Moon Sword Master let out a short scream in the belly of the evil god and was swallowed up.
Soul-eating, memory extraction...
The horned evil god Saron said in a low voice: "This is the northern region of the mainland, the Kingdom of Senarwen. The guy I just ate is called Atlas, nicknamed the Red Moon Sword Master. He is 187 years old this year, and his strength is half a step.
King level, once traveled to the Central Region...
This guy is a well-known strong man in the Northern Territory, and he also has a certain reputation throughout the continent... There is only so much that can be read."
Todd listened to his companion's narration, pondered for a moment, and said:
"There seem to be fewer strong people in this world than expected."
The strength of the Red Moon Sword Master can shock the northern regions of the mainland, which is somewhat unexpected.
"that is."
The horned evil god Saron licked the corner of his mouth stained with holy blood, and said in a disdainful tone, "I was a little nervous before I came here, but this is what happened? It seems that we can easily wipe out half of the continent without having to come here in our true form."
I originally thought that even Asmodeus would find it difficult and a world in need of help would be filled with powerful people and more dangerous, but now that I think about it, it seems a bit wrong.
His abdomen was squirming, digesting the flesh, blood and remnant soul of the Sword Master. The Ox-Horned Evil God read some more memories, his face changed slightly, and he said:
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "No, something is wrong. There is a guy named Sky Sword Master in this guy's memory who can deliver god-killing slashes."
God-killing slash?
Evil God Todd's expression changed, his eyes opened slightly on his forehead, and a terrifying aura of destruction overflowed. The surrounding space instantly dimmed like deathly ashes, and was filled with cracks!
The ox-horned evil god Saron's eyelids twitched, he grabbed his shoulders and said:
"Calm down! The crack in the abyss fifty years ago may not lead to this world. The guy who cut off your arm should not be him."
Evil God Todd quickly calmed down and closed his eyes.
But the space eroded by the aura of destruction failed to recover. It was still dark, lifeless, and incompatible with the nearby normal space, like a piece of rotten meat dropped into fresh broth.
Evil God Todd had no expression on his face and said:
"It seems that there are still some masters in this world. Don't be too careless. Let's act separately."
"Well, according to the plan, I will go to the North Sea Islands, and you will go east."
The two abyss evil gods parted ways, one headed north and the other east.
Two hours later.
Several figures came flying from a distance.
They look relatively young, carry mithril swords on their backs, wear grass-green ranger light armor and white cloaks with red moon marks on the cloaks.
One of them walked to a pool of dried blood, picked up a few pieces of dark red steel, and said in horror:
"Teacher's Holy Sword Gu Yue is broken..."
"Is the teacher dead? No, no, how could this happen?"
"What the hell is going on here?"
Several young rangers knelt on the ground, some with frightened faces and others with lost spirits.
Mr. Atlas is the protector swordsman of the Senalven Kingdom. His strength is earth-shattering. How could he end up in such a border town?
But the evidence is as solid as a mountain, the sword is broken and people die, and the blood stains also contain the breath of life of the teacher.
Soon, the news of the mysterious death of the Red Moon Sword Master spread throughout the Senarwen Kingdom, and the whole country was shocked. The king immediately summoned the relatives and friends of the Red Moon Sword Master and personally ordered a thorough investigation into the matter.
………
Sunlight City, Imperial Capital Holiday Hotel.
The hotel has the appearance of a building from the old Sun Dynasty, with long corridors covered with wallpaper and wooden wall panels, and a luxuriously decorated banquet hall, all showing its majesty. The seats, tableware and dance floor are simple in style, and the old and new styles are perfectly blended.
The huge moon wheel hangs down under the dark blue night, surrounded by stars, and the night is sultry.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the aristocrats and celebrities of the empire entered the banquet hall on the red carpet wearing bright suits and dresses.
They are elegant and calm, chatting and laughing happily, and are surrounded by female companions or charming social butterflies.
Renn got off the carriage at the door of the hotel and looked around casually.
There are quite a few acquaintances.
Ms. Woodale, a senior member of the Steam Alliance, nicknamed "Black Iron Rose", is accompanied by the fourth princess Aurora.
Karag, the vice-president of the Witcher Association.
Church of Cardinal Kant.
Gurba, the unkempt old leader of the Kara people.
…
'There are many powerful people, and many forces have come... Is Marquis Augusto's reputation so great?'
Ren was a little confused, but still stepped on the red carpet that was spread outside the hotel.
At this time, reporters on both sides pressed the shutters frantically, and the flashes illuminated the scene in dazzling white.
"It's Earl Connoll!"
"I haven't seen him for a while. I thought he had left Sunlight City."
"It's understandable. After all, he married Princess Kesha. If I were him, he would hug his beloved wife every day and never leave the house..."
A group of reporters in the hotel whispered for a few words. Some middle-aged men smiled obscenely, as if they were thinking about something bad.
"..."
Renn was a little speechless. He found that the association's top genius, Chris the Shadow Hand, was in front, and he quickly followed.
"There seem to be a lot of people coming."
"really."
Chris nodded and looked back and forth. There was no expression on his childish face, "But many people are not here to celebrate the Marquis's birthday."
"how do I say this?"
"The news that the Demon King's clone appeared in the North Sea Islands has spread. Many people came here to get some information from the descendants of Hades."
This is why this banquet is so grand.
Strong people gathered together, and the quality of the guests was so high that it was almost as good as the time when Ren and Valkyrie got married.
It's not that Marquis Augusto's reputation is too great, it's just that the Demon King is too powerful. Just the slightest trace of him can make all the countries in the mainland frightened and come to inquire about the news.
Ryan and Chris entered the banquet hall together.
The beautiful crystal chandelier emits gorgeous brilliance, the restaurant walls are a combination of light blue and wood colors, a large window is set up on the wall facing the street, and off-white gauze curtains hang down.
The silver vase in the corner is filled with white or yellow daisies and various potted plants.
There are some long tables in the hall, covered with off-white tablecloths with mirrored patterns on the corners, and the silver and crystal tableware are beautiful.
The waiters have already brought red wine, roast goose, steak, caviar and other delicacies to the table.
Renn picked up a glass of champagne and took a sip, hearing the buzz around him.
"The suppression of the power of the world suddenly became so strong, it's so uncomfortable."
A berserker wearing red armor clenched his fists, and blood flowed on his skin, glowing red, showing his powerful physique.
He looked irritated and complained to his companions, "I used to be able to break a big mountain with one punch, but now I can't even level a small slope."
Next to him, a middle-aged mage wearing a pure white magic robe shook his head and said:
"Be content, who is not like this? It is more difficult to mobilize various energies. It is more difficult for us to cast spells and form formations, and we need better magic materials.
Moreover, it has not yet reached the most severe period, I asked some seniors of the natural school, and they said that in the next few months, the suppression will be dozens of times stronger."
Berserker:"……"
Damn, this doesn’t allow anyone to live.
Cardinal Kant was a kind-hearted old man. He held a scepter in his hand, stood beside the magic gun Carragher, and asked:
"Mr. Carragher, the Demon King's clone appears in Beihai. Will the Demon Hunter Association take action?"
"Not yet, our president has not come back yet." Carragher said with a calm expression, "Where is the church? What is the attitude of His Majesty the Pope?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This, the Holy See headquarters is still discussing it."
Cardinal Kant smiled and said, his words were ambiguous and he was obviously perfunctory.
Carragher looked serious and said: "I think the presiding judge and the people from the Inquisition can take action first. The Demon Emperor is the biggest heretic."
Cardinal Kant smiled but said: "Where are the mourners from your association? Why don't you go there?"
Renn: "..."
(ー_ー)!!
He has seen the intimidating power of the Demon King, which can make the Demon Hunter Association and the Church blame each other, hoping that the other party will go first.
This is just a clone of the Demon King.
Ms. Woodall, the female congresswoman of the Steam Alliance, approached the old patriarch of Gulba, grinned, and said:
"The descendants of Pluto must be having a hard time recently. Back then, the Barbarian King of the Western Wilderness and the Pluto of the North Sea formed an alliance and fought against the demons together. They were comrades who shared life and death... Will you go to the North Sea this time?"
The old patriarch of Gurba put down his wine glass, glanced at her, and said:
"Girl, don't talk nonsense. The relationship between Pluto and my ancestor is only so-so. It's barely better than the relationship with the Church's Storm War God. It's not a life-or-death relationship.
Besides, I can’t beat the Demon King’s clone with my old bones, and I’ll have to lie down within minutes if I encounter one.”
Although the history books portray the three supreme kings as good brothers who work together and share life and death, in fact, the relationship between the three is just like that, with a lot of troubles.
Pluto is unsociable and keeps to himself.
The Storm God of War and the Barbarian King of the Western Wilds dislike each other and want to strangle each other to death.
Louis thought that the Barbarian King was a barbarian and a mud-legged man. The Barbarian King thought that Louis was a hypocrite and an ambitious man. If he had not shared a common enemy, he would have lost his mind.
Chief Gurba still remembers some records in his clan.
Back then, Louis, the god of storm war, failed to become a god, and his body and soul were destroyed. However, the ancestor who was also the three supreme kings laughed heartily and drank for three days in a row, almost missing the firecrackers to celebrate...
Ms. Woodall of the Steam Alliance caressed Liu Hai, ignored the topic of the feud between the three kings, and said with a smile:
"Old Patriarch, you are too humble. You are a king. It shouldn't be difficult to block the Demon King's clone."
The old patriarch of Gurba shook his head repeatedly, feeling that he was talking like a chicken and a duck, and he was too lazy to explain.
Most people actually don't understand the terror of the Three Supreme Kings and the demon giants, especially the Demon Emperor, whose power is far beyond that of the ordinary Dark Lord. Even a clone can cause a bloody storm.
Not everyone is as fierce as Emperor William, who can tear apart the Demon Emperor's clone with his bare hands...
Hearing this, Renn came over with a glass of red wine.
The old leader of Gulba was about to say hello to the young man who helped his clan get back the body of their ancestor. Suddenly he noticed something, his eyes widened, and he lost his voice:
"You have become a king?!"
For a moment, there was silence in the banquet hall.