Diablo Destruction

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"Bang bang bang—" After several sounds, seven bloody lumps of flesh were placed in front of me.

These are the seven heads of the six-headed water monster. Amrudina's final blow - her unique shield attack combined with the powerful power of the Emperor Sword, resulted in this appearance.

When the raging energy storm subsided, at the bottom of the invisible deep pit, the six-headed water monster's body had long been turned into a ball of flesh and blood. It could not be more dead, and it was not easy for Amrudina. It was not at all. It was too dirty, but he actually found these seven heads that were almost unrecognizable from the mass of flesh and blood.

Seeing Amrudina covered in blood (of course all the blood of the six-headed water monster), kneeling on one knee in front of me without saying a word, I touched my chin and glanced at the seven balls placed in front of me. Flesh and blood are in distress.

What should I do with these things? Even if little King Arthur and I are foodies, even if the six-headed water monster may have a trace of dragon blood, making it like a dragon crocodile, it has unexpected deliciousness that is completely opposite to its appearance. I want to cook these pulpy blood and flesh mixtures. , and eating it still requires some unprecedented courage.

It is said that some hunters like to kill the heads of powerful prey they hunt. It was made into a specimen and mounted on the wall, but the thing in front of me didn't meet the standards at all, so I won't say. No one could tell whether it was a head or a piece of rotten flesh.

Throwing it away seemed to have betrayed Amrudina's good intentions. Now I really want to slap myself for saying "Give me your head" just now. There is no need to be cool. Memorizing any lines, isn’t this asking for trouble?

"Ahem, Amrudina, you did a good job."

His eyes rolled around several times. I still couldn't think of any good solution. Seeing Amrudina kneeling there, if I remained silent, she might misunderstand my silence again and express her dissatisfaction with her.

So, he had no choice but to cough a few times and boast in a serious manner like a prince.

"This is all due to the sword His Highness gave me. Amrudina dare not take credit."

Seeing that I finally spoke out, Amrudina seemed to be relieved. She raised her lowered head slightly and glanced at me. He quickly lowered his head and responded loudly.

"There is no need to be humble, Amrudina." I stretched out my hand to stop her from saying anything. I took the Martial Emperor Sword, wiped it carefully, and continued.

"The king bestows honor on the knights, and the knights fight bravely to kill the enemy. This has been the case since ancient times. Amrudina, you did what a knight should do. You are an excellent knight, except the king. No one can deny this. The truth, including you.”

I was so caught up in the drama that I suddenly blurted out the lines I saw from nowhere.

"Your Highness..." Amrudina raised her head, her eyes gradually becoming moist.

Well, the effect is pretty good. Although I don’t quite understand what I just expressed, these lines look very powerful.

Seeing Amrudina biting her lips and looking at her with tears in her eyes, her eyes of respect and admiration were like a...a kitten that likes to get tired of its owner. My hands slipped for a moment and I couldn't help but stretch out my hand. He reached out and touched her head, like a pet, between her pale hair.

"Uh-huh~~~~"

Although I came to my senses immediately, I regretted my impulsiveness and was afraid that my actions would make Amrudina go berserk.

But unexpectedly, Amrudina's reaction was quite, quite interesting.

First he was stunned, startled, and then, as if he was hypnotized, his clear eyes suddenly narrowed, his tightly bitten lips could not help but loosen slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a sweet sound from his throat that seemed to be very comfortable. Groaning, and the slight movement of her subconsciously rubbing her head seemed to make my guess more convincing.

However, these complex changes and actions lasted less than two seconds in total, which was so short that I felt that maybe what I just saw and heard were all illusions.

Amrudina's pretty face suddenly turned red, as red as a purple pepper, and her delicate body was trembling constantly, as if she was trying to hold back something, and then by lowering her head, she dodged my touch on the head. .

It’s over… it’s over!

I was so frightened that I suddenly felt stupid. At first glance, I felt that Amrudina looked like a pet, so I really regarded her as a pet and reached out to touch her head. She is a genius of the elves. She has great self-esteem and honor, and her actions just now were clearly an insult to her dignity and honor as a knight.

This was terrible. Not only was the tall image she had built up in her mind completely destroyed, but it was also declining at a negative rate. Even if she drew a sword towards him and chased him with a sword, it was not impossible.

The sinful history of the harem elders will also add a strong and persuasive color here - the beastly elder is obsessed with lust, and his evil hand reaches out to his wife's talented and stunning knight girl.

There is no better subject for gossip than this. If the protagonist was not myself, I might have listened to all the versions circulated in the bar while sipping the fruit wine with relish.

"Well...listen to me, Amrudina, this is...this is..." I felt that I had to take a preemptive strike, so I explained in a panic.

But what should I say? Do you have to tell the truth, I'm sorry, Amrudina, I just saw you as a pet and did this impulsively, please forgive me.

He will definitely die more miserably like this!

"Dear...His Royal Highness..." Just when I was stammering and didn't know what excuse to make, Amrudina's shy voice, as thin as a mosquito's moan, suddenly sounded.

He took a cautious look. She still knelt on one knee, lowered her head, and hid her pretty red face.

There was a long pause. Only when I was terrified, fearing that she would stand up next moment and looked at me with trembling eyes holding the hatchet high, did Amrudina speak out again. He said in a shy voice that was softer than before.

"Too...too sudden..."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Amrudina, I..."

I scratched the back of my head. I secretly hate myself for why my brain is so messed up at this moment, and I can't even find an excuse. Isn't it normal that I can talk all the time with old drunkards and those guys?

"Your Highness the Prince..." Amrudina took a slight breath, her courage seemed to rise with this move, her voice was shy. It was a little louder than before.

However, saying these four words seemed to have exhausted all the courage she had just mustered, even the trace of courage she had originally had. She also disappeared, and the blush on her pretty face not only did not subside, but became more intense, almost smoking.

Her delicate body was constantly trembling. Amrudina seemed to be in a battle between heaven and man, making some difficult decision (was she considering using a hatchet or a chainsaw?). She paused like this for a long time, and then spoke more delicately than all the words she just said. the sound of. whispered.

"If...if His Highness the Prince likes...likes...I...I don't care...as long as...as long as His Highness likes...I...I don't...don't hate..."

The voice became lower and lower, and finally even reached the clairvoyance of my druid. I can't even hear what she said, but the previous words. It was enough for me to realize clearly how to answer next.

"No, how could it be? Don't worry, Amrudina, there will never be a next time for such a presumptuous and extremely rude move!"

I firmly believe that if at this time, you make a blind decision, nod with a smile and say, "Ah, okay, okay, then let me touch your head often from now on."

The next second after I finish speaking, a fruit knife will be stabbed into my lower abdomen, and then my belly will be broken open - let’s see how courageous the person inside is to dare to provoke the dignity of a knight so unscrupulously. and glory.

"Is...is it? That's right..." Amrudina muttered in response. Although her voice was small, it returned to normal.

This makes me more confident that I made the right choice for once.

But...why do you feel a slight sense of loss inside? Is it because she is still resenting my rude behavior just now, because I didn't choose the boat route well, so that she could hold the kitchen knife and chainsaw as she wished, so is her voice sounding even more disappointed?

I trembled again.

"All in all, Amrudina, you did a good job this time, thank you for your hard work."

I tried to put aside the topic, and Amrudina kneeling in front of me like this really made me feel awkward, far greater than my pitiful vanity. With these words, I faced Amrudina , stood in front of her, handed out his right hand, palm up, and placed it in front of her - of course, this time it was definitely not a head-touch.

It seems that I read it in the elf etiquette that Kane instilled in me, or in a book somewhere. I hope I remember it correctly, and it won't make a joke.

It seemed that Amrudina had responded. She tilted her head slightly, raised her head respectfully and put her left hand on my palm.

And then...well, gently lift it up, like this.

I tried to do this, and Amrudina stood up smoothly, with her head still lowered. She didn't lift her chin until she stood upright completely, took a step back.

Bingo, it seems that I was right.

"Fortunately, Your Highness, I..." Before she could finish her words, Amrudina's body suddenly swayed, and then she fell unconscious.

Well, it happens really fast.

Although it was a bit unexpected, I had already expected this situation. I took a step forward without hesitation and hugged her fallen body.

The first battle with the six-headed water monster had already severely exhausted her physical strength. Then she drank a bottle of stamina potion at my instigation. She was able to persist until now without fainting. She already had the willpower of Ultraman. .

Behind me, little King Arthur poked his head out from my shoulder, glanced at Amrudina, and then looked at me with a strange look in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at me with such a creepy look, okay?" I shuddered.

"It's this stupid mount. You can't tell, but it has the qualifications to be a magic stick." He ignored my protest. Little King Arthur murmured to himself.

"What kind of magic stick? I am here to encourage people, you know. Do you know?"

I am even more unhappy. What are these words? I am a girl who has thoughts of suicide in frustration and is walking on the edge of the cliff. Using his best efforts to save her not only rekindled her fighting spirit, but also helped encourage her to eliminate her biggest enemy and regain her lost confidence. After spending so much effort, he got the title of a magic stick?

"There's only one word difference between encouraging and bewitching." Little King Arthur glanced at me disdainfully.

"Obviously the two words are different..."

"It's long-winded, long-winded, long-winded. One word difference in Ben'ang's saying means one word difference in su." Before I could finish my words, the angry Little Little King stabbed me with a sword, causing my forehead to bloom.

"Okay. Just say one word, or even half a word." Covering my forehead, I decided to avoid the sharp edge for a while and recorded this sword strike in a small black book. Take your time to take revenge.

After a moment of silence, little King Arthur suddenly said something that seemed completely unrelated to the topic just now.

"Artoria said that this stupid mount has the qualifications to become a king."

"Me?" Although I already knew it, I couldn't help but pointed at myself in surprise, and then laughed three times.

"It was the first time Ben Ang heard such words and he laughed all night long." Regarding my reaction. Little King Arthur seemed quite pleased with himself.

I:"……"

This little guy is so unpleasant.

"Then..."

Said so. Little King Arthur jumped off his shoulders and began to circle around me. His eyes kept looking up and down on me, as if he was picking and choosing.

"It's decided." She suddenly shouted loudly and coquettishly.

"What has been decided?" I felt chills from the bottom of my soul. Little King Arthur looked at the decision I made. It was never good news.

"Ben'ang is the best in the mainland, right?" Little King Arthur asked.

"At least that's what it says in the book." I wanted to refute, but I couldn't find any strong evidence, so I could only respond casually and reluctantly.

"From now on, it will be up to me, the number one king in the continent, to train this idiot's arrogant and disobedient mount." Pointing his sword at me, little King Arthur said confidently.

"That's it?" I widened my eyes and looked at her in disbelief.

By the way, haven’t you already made this determination and put it into action? Although with little effect.

I turned around and wanted to leave.

Then I heard little King Arthur still pointing his sword at me, and continued to say in her babyish voice.

"General, train him to be a mount."

Oh oh oh——! !

I suddenly heard the words "Bunker" from this little guy's mouth. The shock was no less than the first time I heard the words "I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King".

"Mount King?" I turned around and couldn't help but confirm it again.

"That's right."

Little King Arthur put his hands on his hips and raised his chin high, as if he was very proud of having thought of such a good name.

"What's the difference between it and a mount?"

Although I don't agree with little King Arthur's little conspiracy, I still feel that I must find out more about it in order to find some new inspiration for teasing her.

"It's a big difference. The mount is the king of the world."

Oh oh oh——! !

I was shocked again and even suffered facial paralysis. I couldn't speak for a long time. It took a while before I returned to normal.

"Sorry, let me confirm first. The so-called king of the world is the one who stands high on the stacked cement pipes, holds up the wooden sword, and announces loudly to other children on the grass?"

I put my own image into the role of Fat Tiger and asked questions carefully.

"Idiot, the king of the world is the king of the world." As a result, little King Arthur jumped up and hit his head hard.

Very good, I will write down the little black book again. When you play in the water in the future, a black hand suddenly appears under your feet and pulls you down. Please don't ask who it is.

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