I Have Too Many Wings

A vibration from the fingertips was released immediately.

Immediately, Esdes' expression froze, he fainted, and fell to the floor.

Rorschach withdrew his hand, and the battle was over.

It wasn't that he couldn't make a wish to make Esdes unconscious, but it was just too unexpressive.

Only after one fight can he more intuitively reflect his power and let Najeta and others see it.

And... fighting by hand is the most labor-saving.

"Next, it's the Minister of Cooking."

Rorschach looked at the throne position above the broken steps.

There, the little emperor was already trembling with fright.

On the other hand, Ornest was split in the liver and gallbladder, and his fat face was full of panic.

Wife's bedroom door: "This is a book"

229 I can order you to do anything

It's not that Ernest didn't think about running away quietly.

But the battle is over too soon!

He just realized that something was wrong, and when he wanted to escape, Rorschach had already knocked Esdes down.

Bud was unconscious.

All the guards fainted.

Now only he and the little emperor are left.

On the opposite side, there are digital emperor's envoys...

Cold sweat broke out on Ernest's temples.

He holds the anti-Teigu "Ireston", which can destroy the opponent's Teigu, which is regarded as an enemy ace.

But destroying Teigu is at the cost of breaking the "Ireston" gem.

Broken gems take a week to regenerate and cannot be used until then.

There is absolutely no solution to the current crisis!

"Minister, Minister, what should I do..."

The little emperor was a little trembling.

"Deal with you first!"

Ernest ignored the little emperor and directly aimed "Ireston" at Rorschach.

The result is useless.

Rorschach looked at the fat pig and raised his hand to fan the air in front of him.

Snapped!Ornest's fat cheeks were slapped by the palms condensed by the air, and all his teeth were knocked out. He flew off the steps and slammed heavily on the floor below, screaming again and again.

At this time, Rorschach walked up the steps and came to the side of the throne. With a wave of his hand, the little emperor was hung away by a gust of wind, rolled down the steps, and fell with the minister.

He directly occupied the gorgeous throne.

"Saint." Rorschach called out.

"Yes, I am."

Chelsea responded quickly, trotted to the throne, took out a delicate handkerchief from her arms and handed it to Rorschach.

After Rorschach wiped his hands, he handed it back to Chelsea.

Chelsea received it respectfully and put it away, but she was full of scorn in her heart.

Is it necessary to install it to this extent?

She wants to hit someone, can she do it?

Of course, after thinking about it, she wouldn't complain.

Because Rorschach had threatened her, if she didn't cooperate, she would specifically cancel the cell reorganization ability in her neck.

What can she do?She is also desperate.

After Rorschach finished wiping his hands, he crossed his legs, resting his cheeks with one hand, and his expression returned to a lazy state.

Even yawned.

He looked at Nadetta and the others below the steps, and said lightly:

"The minister will leave it to you to deal with it yourself. The emperor will stay and be a puppet for the time being. Before the new emperor ascends the throne, he will maintain the stability of the dynasty."

"Minister..."

Nadetta walked to the screaming Ornest and stomped on his face:

"You guy... also has today!"