Arad's crooked savior

Cyrus's character has always been like this. Born in a military family, she is very happy to find thrills and excitement on bloody battlefields, and treats it like a drug she craves.

One sentence she often talks about is, "The trash that trembles because of fear of death shouldn't have been born in the first place!"

The powerful demon apostle Casillas, a super strong man who once defeated the demon king Tamos, not only did not make her feel any fear, but instead intensified her warlike character and emotions.

How can you become stronger or kill gods if you are afraid?

The combination of Tamos' obsession with fighting again and Cyrus's aggressive personality produced an extremely violent reaction.

The third princess could not persuade her with all her earnest words, so she could only sigh and watch on the sidelines, looking for a place to sit.

Cyrus's eyes are scarlet now, and the blood all over her body is steaming. Her uncontrollable fighting spirit has begun to affect her emotions and thinking. She holds the evolved version of the Snake Belly Sword tightly in her hand, and there is a surge of power in her body. She was satisfied and angry.

"Tamos, you despicable energy body, you actually dare to hide something from me, and you still hide this level of power."

"I've said it before, I was afraid that your body wouldn't be able to bear it, so..."

"Shut up, now we are ready to take the road of killing gods with the god-killing blade!"

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Putting the blood-stained steel blade back into its scabbard, Casillas raised his head and drank the wine from the bamboo tube on his waist, enjoying the aftertaste of his experience after the First World War.

"I have seen these two guys, in the center of the orbit, on Anton." After Casillas finished drinking, he glanced at the two fragmented corpses on the ground.

He had challenged Anton and the Almighty Matega, and had some knowledge of the strong men of the Tartan tribe.

Bibi already had a look of admiration on his face. He was indeed the powerful fourth apostle. As soon as he appeared on the scene, he easily defeated the two demons.

"By the way, Lord Casillas, how did Anton get to the heaven with such a large size?"

"Hmm... This, I guess, is probably a very powerful space magic."

The palm holding the bamboo tube unconsciously tightened a little. It was possible to transport Andern, who was as big as a mountain, across dimensions to another world. There were only a few people with such strength in the demon world.

It should be her, right?

But why?

"Bibi, if there is another strong person who can't solve it, just call me."

He was born with a somewhat terrifying face, and he squeezed out a smile that was not too gentle. As long as he could fight with strong men, it didn't matter even if he abandoned the arrogance of the apostle and made a contract with those little girls.

"Casillas!!"

An extremely excited low roar came trembling from the distance, and at the same time, it carried the pressure like a mountain, far beyond the evil spirit of the brothers and demons, sweeping over the sky and covering the ground.

The steel blade, which had only been retracted from its scabbard for two minutes, was suddenly unsheathed an inch again, and the sword's dazzling light instantly split the thick evil aura.

"Bibi, retreat a little, the strong one is coming."

"Well, Sir Casillas, please be careful."

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"Just a woman? It doesn't seem right..."

Casillas chuckled for a moment. The woman in front of him, full of evil spirits, seemed to be fighting with the help of a mysterious energy or substance like the Kaxiu sect in the demon world.

"Is it a demon?"

When he looked at the twisted and agile scarlet sword blade like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to prey, he suddenly had some vague memories.

In Boronx, one of the eight major divisions of the Demon World, a warmer place in the south, there lives a terrifying snake-like demon, Puno!

It is insidious, cunning, bloodthirsty, and good at finding the weaknesses of creatures. Countless strong people want to regain the power of other Puno, but they are often attacked and devoured by Puno inadvertently.

Now there is actually a woman with gray hair and red eyes, holding a sword made of Puno, a sinister creature in the demon world, which makes Casillas feel a little surprised.

Of course, he can remember Puno now, not because of the snake-shaped devil, Puno left a deep impression on him, but because in the north of Boronx opposite Puno, between the ice and snow, there once was a The driven apostle, Dirighi of the Plague.

As for the central part of Boronx, in the dark forest with a suitable climate, there are some cold and dark girls in black skirts holding dolls.

There are countless traps there, and there are so many weird things there that almost no one can come back safely unless a top expert enters.

"Casillas!"

There was another shocking roar. This voice was not spoken by a woman, but was filled with a sense of rage and blood. Above the mysterious woman holding a snake-belly sword, a scarlet and twisted demonic figure wearing a helmet slowly appeared.

"Oh, you know my name?" Casillas unsheathed both knives on his waist, seemed to suddenly remember something, and snorted, "It's you, Tamos! Aren't you dead yet? .”

"It is an honor for me to be remembered by the conqueror. I have been wandering in the underworld of hell for countless years. My incomparable obsession is that I long to fight you again."

"Hahahaha, you are the only one who can perfectly restrain Puno with the Demon Sword. That's great. Let's fight!"

In an instant, the cold wind exploded, the sword shadow became illusory, and the God-killing Sword that could extend freely struck dozens of times at high speed, but Casillas did not move and responded calmly with the blood-stained steel blade.

"He is indeed very strong!"

Cyrus's eyes narrowed slightly. In the blink of an eye, the opponent actually made at least five drawing movements in a row. In other words, he could pull out a sword in the face of a fierce attack. Attack, then sheath it, draw another sword and use it, even five times!

It’s no wonder that Matega, who has the ability to flash, was caught by Casillas. Ye Mingliu’s sword-drawing speed is top-notch.

"Are you afraid?" Tamos' fighting spirit was still high.

"Oh, I'm just enjoying the process of fighting. Even if I lose after giving it my all, then turning into a little flower in the monastery is actually not bad."

"Not everyone is like me. After death, you have the opportunity to transform into other creatures and survive. Maybe you will just disappear into ashes."

"That doesn't matter."

God-killing Sword: Sacrifice to the Gods!

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By the time Ye Lin arrived at Siman's base, Cyrus and the Conqueror were already fighting, with swords roaring and snake shadows like numbness!

The scarlet God-killing Sword, which can be extended freely, looks for possible flaws from all directions and every angle. Casillas swings his two swords to bring up the afterimage, blocking every drop, and finding gaps to fight back.

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He stretched out his hand and pulled the third princess who was watching the excitement with her arms folded and took a few steps back, and asked helplessly: "Why did you come to Eton?"

"I'm here to play with you. Every time I go back to the palace, it's boring as hell. It's not interesting at all. They're all a bunch of hypocritical nobles." Isabella said as she touched his waist with her other hand, her eyes vaguely unhappy, and she complained. :

"Why, you don't welcome this princess? Are you obsessed with justice and unable to hold your head high? Look at their fat, I'm so... so envious."

"Where, although justice is beautiful, fat is equally delicious. Isn't this a dangerous apostle? I'm worried about your safety."

Isabella also knew that now was not the time to joke nonsense with him, so she just pinched his waist and left a look that showed the princess a good show tonight, but she was still a little worried about Cyrus's situation.

It seemed like she couldn't win and was at a disadvantage.

"Damn it! Use all your strength!"

After wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Cyrus' voice turned cold. She had a feeling of inadequacy. It seemed that her own physical strength could not fully exert the full power of Tamos who had drunk the divine blood.

Facing Casillas's impeccable defense and counterattacks in the gaps, she had a very difficult time parrying.

If this continues, it will be a matter of time before we lose to the opponent.

"The Conqueror's Ye Mingliu is an extremely fast swordsmanship. Although you can barely keep up with the opponent's attack if you tense up, it will also consume a lot of physical strength. If you continue like this, your body will collapse..." Tamos warned in a low voice.

"Shut up and tell me, how can we fully unleash the power of the two of us and kill with one strike!"

"You still have to use the divine blood. Let me replace you. I will use all my power to defeat the conqueror!"

"Asshole, where can I find divine blood for us to use now?"

Holding her forehead and gasping for breath, Cyrus's magic hand was covered with thick blood and turned into a sharp claw. Her eyes were red, but she could barely maintain her sanity.

Very unwilling!

The opponent was obviously just a clone of the Conqueror, with strength only one-third of the original body at most, but with unparalleled vast combat experience and realm suppression, she actually couldn't see any hope of winning.

The sure-kill sword: Thousand Demons Kill!

The afterimage passed by like a startling giant. Casillas had moved from the place where he was standing before to behind Cyrus, and he slowly sheathed his sword.

Poof~!

Cyrus's arms, shoulders, and legs instantly spattered with bloody blood, and he was seriously injured.

If Tamos hadn't used all his strength to slightly dislocate the conqueror, this blow would have been enough to make her hate herself on the spot.

"Divine blood...power! I must win this battle at all costs!"

Cyrus' mouth was bleeding, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted Ye Lin standing with the princess. When did he come?

But she had suppressed her rationality and recalled that the divine blood that restored Tamos' strength seemed to have been given by Ye Lin.

Turning into an arc of blood, Cyrus's demonic hand grasped his wrist tightly and eagerly said: "Divine blood! Do you have any more? Give it to me!"