The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 310 Bloody Night!

On the muddy road, two carriages were driving fast. The driver of the carriage was wearing a black magic robe, and his whole body was wrapped in the robe. There was a strange bloody light in his eyes.

In this world, who can use a weak magician as a coachman?
The silvery moonlight gently scattered on the window of one of the carriages.

I don't know when, a hurricane blew violently all around, and the dark clouds were quietly covering the moon.

The coachman driving the carriage looked around, and his deep voice seemed to come from hell: "Get out!"

"Which batch is this?" On another carriage, the driver jumped out easily, holding a dagger emitting a faint blue light in his hand at some point, turning a pair of dead fish eyes, facing the side asked the person.

"The fifth batch!" The person next to the coachman seemed to be a swordsman. Although he also wore a large black robe, he held a sword in his left hand from beginning to end.

A sword that seemed to become one with him!

"Anyone else wants to court death?" An elegant voice sighed softly.

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"Are you the Dark Night Mercenary Group?" A loud voice came from the woods not far away.

"I'm just a minion, my words are so bad!" The driver with a dagger in his hand curled his lips and murmured.

"If you want to die, come here!" A loud voice rang out, and a man in a white priest's uniform came out of a carriage in front of him, with an iron staff full of blood on his waist, and a rough face. , The extremely loud voice all exposed his identity!

Now the most wanted criminal in the Gods and Demons Continent, abducted the princesses of the Three Kingdoms, kidnapped the Crown Prince of the Gran Empire, killed the King of the Gran Empire and many ministers, mutilated several noble children of the Iron Blood Kingdom and the Union Principality, murdered the teacher, and killed two demons in the Gods and Demons Continent Mentor's murderer!Chu Mo, known as the black-haired devil!
And the people around Chu Mo are his team, the Dark Night Mercenary Group!

The guy who just shouted is undoubtedly the famous barbaric priest Hans of the Night Mercenary Corps!

"Confirm that it's correct, kill!" In the woods, a group of mercenaries ordered after comparing them carefully with their magic portraits.

With an order, in the surrounding woods, magic like a tidal wave rushed towards the two carriages.

"Aurora Shield!" A soft moan sounded.

A gentle white light shot out from the second carriage, and the white light quickly enveloped the two carriages, in an instant!

The two carriages were surrounded by pure white light, like a tide of magic hitting the white light, like a stone sinking into the bottom of the water, there was no movement!
"Everyone says that Nianyan, the Holy Maiden of the Temple of Light, is highly skilled in light magic. I saw her today, and she really deserves her reputation!" In the crowd, an old man with a wretched appearance said loudly, wearing a black mage robe.

"That old man with sex, it's you, don't hide, you should be their leader, right?" A lazy and timid magician stepped out of the first carriage, and he glanced at it casually. The old mage pointed to the old mage and said.

"Master Lazy, Zeng Xiaoren! What can you ask for advice?" The old man was obviously very familiar with the members of the Dark Night Mercenary Corps. Hearing those words, he hurriedly asked with a wretched smile.

"I just want to ask what your name is?" Zeng Xiaoren asked lazily.

"Lazy boy, why are you talking so much nonsense? Anyway, they are about to become dead, talking nonsense with dead people is such a waste of time!" Hans shouted impatiently.

The wretched old man, who was about to answer, almost vomited blood when he heard Hans' words, stabilized his trembling body, glared at Hans fiercely, and waved the hand holding the staff fiercely.

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The magicians around released a large number of fireballs very neatly, and threw them at Hans.

No way, who made his voice so loud, the words have already been heard by all the people around!
"Is the fireball technique released by two hundred great magicians very attractive?" Zeng Xiaoren was still talking and laughing lazily, his posture seemed to have never moved.

The voice did not fall.

"Ocean wave cut!" Accompanied by the sound of a soft moan, a blue sword light flashed.

A large number of blue rays of light streaked towards the fireball all over the sky.

The touch is only a momentary matter, just touching, the fireball all over the sky is extinguished without a trace in an instant!

But the blue light remained undiminished.

The wretched magician obviously saw the power of this sword, and hurriedly set up a magic barrier first. Looking at Jian Mang whose power was getting weaker and weaker, he smiled happily. He felt that this sword mang was completely incapable. Threatening himself, he was already preparing to launch the next round of advanced magic attacks. He imagined that after killing this powerful dark night mercenary group, his mercenary group would become a group of heroes on the land of gods and demons!

Enjoy endless gold coins, and those busty women!
Thinking of this, he felt dry mouth, wait, why did a warm current flow out involuntarily?

He still kept a smile on his face, and he lowered his head slightly to look, only to see that there was an extra hand at his throat at some point, a hand full of blood, that hand pierced his throat, he just felt A large amount of blood was flowing, but he wanted to speak, but found that his throat was empty, and he could not breathe in or exhale. Just like that, with a smile on his face and fear in his pupils, he just fell down like this , What greets him will be endless darkness!
'Soo' wiped his right hand lightly, the blood was flowing all over his right hand, the black magic robe was windless and automatic, and around him, there were many fallen magicians, not far away was a man in black, wearing a face scarf The guy, holding two daggers in his hand, was gently poking at the bodies of the surrounding dead bodies.

Looking at the blood in his hand, he retracted his hand into the wide black robe, and the blood in his eyes became even brighter.

"The trouble is solved, let's continue on the road!" Zeng Xiaoren looked around with a half-smile and said to everyone.

"You wait for me, so many corpses have money on them, wait for me!" Nabanick the miser saw everyone boarding the carriage one after another, and hurriedly grabbed the gold coins while shouting.

(End of this chapter)