Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 298 One word, kill!

"sucker Punch."

Seeing Friedrich's magic fully unleashed, Celia unfurled a magic circle, and powerful energy began to gather in her hands.

She was confident that she could kill Friedrich in one blow.

But Lord gently pressed her hand down and shook his head slightly.

This is not about letting the other party go; rather, Lord intends to take action personally.

As the god-slayer Lord, he sent this old and powerful mage on his final journey. If anyone is to blame, it's that he made the wrong choice.

"Do you have any last words?" Lord asked calmly.

"They're all gone. It was my honor to die at the hands of Lord Lord, the Godslayer."

Friedrich's words caused Leggett behind him to widen his eyes in disbelief as he looked at Lord in the air.

God-killer.

This title has been held by only one person throughout history, and now it has been bestowed upon the man in front of me, whom I once thought shared the same name.

Leggett didn't believe his teacher was lying; in fact, he had his own suspicions. However, all his attention and killing intent were focused on Celie, so he subconsciously ignored Lord's presence.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder those two were able to wipe out their own vanguard legion; it turns out that the god-slayer is still alive!

Damn it!

This damned guy somehow managed to survive in a human body until now, deceiving everyone on the entire continent.

"If you had discovered it sooner, things might not have turned out this way."

“I’m sorry, I had no choice. In any case, Leggett is someone I have to protect.”

Be more careful in your next life.

After speaking, Lord abandoned the idea of ​​continuing the conversation, and simply raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at Friedrich.

Ultimate light condensed at his fingertips, filled with an aura of destruction.

A simple energy beam spell.

However, the power varies depending on the user.

Seeing the energy beam in Lord's hand, Friedrich dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately erected several layers of magical shields and prepared to use magic to counterattack.

Of course, this would only be possible if he could withstand Lord's attack.

“This is a technique used by the goddess of yesteryear. You should be the first human to see this magic. Feel honored!” Lord said.

Then, a flash of light appeared at his fingertips and instantly shot towards Friedrich.

The opponent had no time to consider Lord's words, because the beam of energy shattered all his shields in an instant, creating a fist-sized hole in his chest.

The spell was forcibly broken, and his life force was instantly depleted.

The strongest mage in the Southern Unified Empire couldn't even withstand a single move from Lord.

Friedrich coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body went limp like a puppet with its strings cut, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

But in the last moments before he completely lost consciousness, he still used his last bit of strength to turn his head with difficulty and look at Leggett on the other side. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

"teacher!!!"

Leggett let out a heart-wrenching scream and rushed to Friedrich's side, looking at his lifeless body.

However, it was all too late to undo the damage. His greatest support, his most loyal teacher, died before his own eyes, fulfilling his final responsibility.

It's all my own fault for being so foolish as to provoke someone I shouldn't have.

Leggett looked up at Lord and Seria, who were now close at hand, their expressions indifferent. He then glanced at his teacher's cold body in his arms, and at the deathly silence of the palace around him...

A look of madness returned to his face as he forcefully activated his connection with the holy sword, attempting a final desperate gamble.

However, his attempts to contact them were like throwing a stone into the sea; he received no response.

Lord seemed to have noticed Leggett's actions, and chuckled, "Is this what you're looking for?"

He waved his hand, and two—no, three—holy swords appeared in the air.

One of them was the Imperial Holy Sword that he had forged himself, but at this moment, the opponent was being suppressed by the other two Holy Swords whose auras were in no way inferior to his.

“Org and the Light of El?” Leggett murmured to himself.

As the three holy swords most closely associated with Lord, Atos is now held in Seria's arms, while the other two are naturally Org and El Light.

"Thank you for your holy sword. I have come up with a way to deal with that demon king. Humanity will remember your contribution."

Lord spoke with a smile, a sight that made Celia, who was standing beside him, also smile.

Stealing someone else's holy sword and then specifically thanking them is truly despicable.

"Should I thank you?" Leggett looked at Lord with a complicated expression.

"You're welcome. We're mutually beneficial. It's a pity the bloodline magic on it is a bit troublesome; I'll need a few more days to decipher it."

Leggett did not reply.

At this moment, anger, fear, regret... all emotions vanished from his heart, leaving only a sense of utter despair.

His ambition, his empire, his dreams, all crumbled and vanished in this moment, with the loss of his teacher, death, and the holy sword.

He lost, he lost miserably.

With Leggett falling silent, a deathly silence filled the palace hall.

The place that once symbolized the highest power in the entire empire is now only occupied by the emperor lying paralyzed on the ground, and two people who descend like gods before him to decide his life and death.

Celia sheathed the holy sword Atos, her golden eyes glancing at Friedrich's corpse on the ground before looking at Leggett, whose face was ashen.

She subconsciously felt that, given Lord's consistent kindness towards humans, especially his leniency in always giving others a chance, he might spare Leggett's life, or even just imprison him.

"What should we do with this guy?" Celia asked directly.

She actually wanted to finish off this annoying guy with a sword, or if all else failed, use a sealing spell to throw him in jail and lock him up until he died.

Unfortunately, that's probably impossible.

The other party's identity is too special. Based on her understanding of Lord, she should let him go so that he can continue to maintain the country and thus focus all his energy on fighting the demons.

However, Lord's answer surprised her slightly.

"kill."

One word: calm, without the slightest hesitation, as if it were a decision already made.

Celia looked at Lord with some surprise.

She clearly remembered that the last time the Southern Empire invaded the Kingdom of El, although Lord had repelled the army, he had only seriously injured the commander and had not taken his life.

This time, facing the emperor, who held a higher position, he surprisingly chose the most thorough solution so decisively?
(End of this chapter)