Arad's crooked savior

Even Ye Lin, who had always been good at talking nonsense, fell into a rare silence when faced with Matega, who was now extremely unwilling and shouting at the top of his lungs.

The Tartan tribe is a race that is highly adaptable and strives for self-evolution.

They treat "Odin" as a god, and they also seek the possibility of their own evolution. There is a wonderful symbiosis between the two races.

Everyone unconsciously ignored that the Tartans did not necessarily want to stay with Antuen all the time.

In Cloncula, they are the losers and have no choice but to rely on Odin to survive.

After arriving in the demon world, there were even more top experts like Lin, and the environment was particularly harsh.

The Tartans are a race that loves fire, but the Demon Realm is a place cursed by the sun. Only the cold Demon Realm Moon, Dralion, casts a cold light.

"But this does not excuse your ambition." After a moment of silence, Ye Lin suddenly spoke up, breaking the dull atmosphere.

He frowned slightly, glanced at the devastated Idun, and sneered: "If I can't prevent the apostle's strike from turning millions of creatures in Idun into innocent souls, then who will sympathize with the heaven that suffered the unparalleled disaster? Who will come? Are you guilty of paying for this?”

Staring at Matega with sharp eyes, he smiled calmly and asked: "Are you feeling guilty about the millions of creatures in the world, or in other words, the weak ants? Maybe, what you just said is not true. Wrong, strength is the key!"

Awakened by the words, Ouli and Reina took a few deep breaths and patted their faces to wake themselves up.

Just now, I accidentally put myself into the perspective of the Tartan people and felt sympathy for their experiences.

"Ah……"

Matga was noncommittal and had no way to refute it. If Anton was allowed to destroy Eaton with one blow, would he shed tears of sorrow for the millions of "ants" who died in the world?

Impossible, it’s not too late to be happy.

"I will die in your hands." After sighing, he looked at Ye Lin calmly, "Only a tempered blade can penetrate the apostle's chest."

"No no~"

Ye Lin waved his hand, looking vaguely impatient, and his tone became indifferent: "Three mistakes, one, you are not a real apostle, so don't put yourself in trouble, and two, your life is on your hands. Let the heaven judge you, three, I will test you with a hammer!"

The Trial Blade sounds like it has a royal destiny. The weak life undergoes difficult training step by step, and finally penetrates the heart of the ultimate life form.

However, behind this great prophecy, there is a sense of being a puppet being manipulated by invisible hands.

The "blade" in the trajectory of fate, then who is the blade holder?

The blade is a cold weapon. Why can't it be called a "person of trial"?

When Hersos was dissipating himself, he also told him that he must jump out!

Otherwise, the imbalance between light and darkness will lead to the collapse of the world at the end of time as Mermit saw, and the Trial Blade is the culprit.

boom!

No longer nagging, Ye Lin punched Matega hard on the right side of his face, with 100% of the force, knocking out three teeth and leaving a mouth full of blood, making the guy faint again.

Then he reluctantly vented a little anger, lowered his head, and threatened Anton, "Call your followers back, or I will eat your heart piece by piece as sashimi."

The threatened Anton suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible spiritual force passed through Eaton.

Those low-level monsters who fanatically worshiped Anton quickly retreated from the battlefield without hesitation, gathered on the coast, and crawled back along Anton's legs.

"commander!"

Unen was overjoyed when he saw this, and Anton had now withdrawn his troops. This meant that the minimum result set by Archduke Jürgen in Heaven, which was to allow Anton to evacuate Eaton, had been more than half successful.

"Wait a minute, those high-level Tartans haven't moved yet." Jack waved his hand and struggled to keep calm. There was only a thin line between victory and he must not reveal any flaws at this time.

He also wanted to run out in person, shout loudly that victory had arrived, and share the joy.

But if Andersen is deceitful and tries to counterattack, his heart will be as cold as the sea.

"Ye Lin, please stop torturing my old bones. Will we win or not?"

Jackett had already murmured, and the officers who heard it twitched their lips and smiled bitterly.

Regarding the future of the Seventh Empire, no one dares to make a conclusion without accurate information.

…

Agnes and Mediel leaned together, both looking sour and embarrassed, no longer as arrogant and domineering as before.

They knew very well that the desperate Materga was over, but with the summons given by Anton just now, should they go back or not?

If they didn't go back, the two of them couldn't help but tremble as they looked at the menacing team that was surrounding them.

But if he goes back, Mr. Anton will still be angry...

"By the way, where's Kress?" Medill looked around, nervous.

Now, every additional member of the same race can make me feel a little more secure.

"When he was trying to avoid Sir Anton's breath, he seemed to have accidentally hit a dragon and was knocked far away."

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He grasped the hilt of the sword with his slightly dry hand and slowly pulled it out from behind. The sword was bright and new, but it had no sharpness, and the blade was not even opened.

This sword was a sword he made at random in order to improve his swordsmanship in the Tower of Despair. It looked simple and unpretentious, but it was quite handy to use.

"Old man, can I understand that you are releasing hostility?" Bello said bluntly. When he usually calls Luke, he also refers to him as "that old man."

"I'm a little interested in the ancient demons of the demon world." Soderos said calmly. He really only had "a little" interest.

When he set the goal of his swordsmanship as "touching Kahn", the average strong man began to lose interest, and he didn't even think about using Clarisse.

"I find it interesting too." The eyes under Bello's helmet glowed red, a pair of blood wings vibrated, and the air resonated and buzzed like a tremor.

On the ground, the blood that had not dried up during the previous war seemed to be attracted by the mysterious power, and gathered like string beads towards Bayaro in the air.

"Oh no……"

Thousands of meters away, some wounded and bleeding soldiers slowly oozed blood from their wounds that had not yet scabbed over, and flew towards Bello, making their injuries even more serious.

For a moment, Bello's blood wings spread for a hundred meters, and the demonic energy was so strong that it could block the sun. The sword with horns in his hand also looked extremely red after quenching the blood, exuding a terrifying bloody smell.

In Luke's Tarot army, his code name is "Devil", which perfectly complements the power of the ancient demon contract and the naturally powerful fighting spirit of the ghost clan.

Bello controlled the remaining blood on the entire battlefield, and he showed all his strength, which finally made Soderos's eyes narrow slightly and he became a little more serious.

"In the demon world, only the strong are qualified to survive, and I am the strongest among the survivors!"

The horned blood sword slashed head-on, and a huge demon's head appeared in the sky above Bello. The sun seemed to be hidden in its mouth, trying to devour Sodros downwards.

Bello's bloody wings spread across the sky, like a demon coming to the world with terrifying force. The strong wind it brought blew his white hair, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the palm holding the sword suddenly tightened.

The ultimate swordsmanship·invisible slash!

…

He seemed to have swung a sword, or swung countless swords. It was just an attack movement of raising his hand, but the sky suddenly delivered a net of sword energy, messing up the sky ten thousand meters long.

Boom~

The long sword shattered into thumb-sized iron pieces. Sodros was surprised for a moment, then threw away the wooden hilt. It was just a boring thing anyway and he didn't care.

Bello suddenly stopped in the air. Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of his sophisticated black armor, and wisps of light emerged. His burly and strong body, as well as the light of death, exploded into bloody flowers all over the sky.

One blow to defeat the enemy!

Agnes, who was still hesitating to make a choice, was suddenly stunned and her whole body was freezing.

Immediately, the fire wings spread out and flew towards Anton. Rather than getting along with these human perverts, it is better to take a gamble and ask for forgiveness from Anton, saying that Matega is none of our business.

Suddenly, a drop of rich black blood flew out of the blood flowers in the sky, flying towards the foreign island as if fleeing for his life.

Sodros was a little surprised when he saw this. He was indeed an ancient demon, and his vitality was quite strong.

However, a sword burning with jet-black magic flames stood in front of the black blood like lightning. The eye in front of the sword hilt shot out strands of black light, wrapping the blood tightly.

On the other side, just as Agnes was leaning towards Anton, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly spotted a hooded, thunder-covered life form, which was also fleeing to the northeast. It seemed that it was panicking and immediately shouted loudly. Reminder: "Nelbe! Only Lord Anton can protect us!"

"Master Luke, this place is too scary..."