Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

That was not the corpse of the King of Swords after killing a living person. Judging from his dry skin, this great knight was already a dead person before he fought against Salvatore.

——Power "Death's Servant Cage"

Undoubtedly, these are the living dead of the Marquis of Vauban, enslaved by the power of Osiris, completely obedient and loyal to the godslayer who killed them.

Sacha Dejansdal Voban.

"I said, old man, I've come here, are you really not going to come out and meet?" Salvatore shouted into the dark hotel.

It was obviously daytime, but the hotel seemed to be covered with a black veil, revealing terror in the haze, as if the residence of the devil was creepy.

clatter!clatter!clatter!

The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor came from the hotel's main entrance.

"Oh? Are you finally going to get out of your wolf den?"

Although Salvatore was still laughing, he had already activated his "Blessing of Steel" and prepared carefully.

Except for the leader, no one knew more than Salvatore how difficult the old man was.

Even if he tried his best, he almost killed him last time.

"You're really not afraid of death, kid."

From the shadows came a very clear and intelligent voice.

After walking out of the gate, the true face of the Marquis of Mount Lu was finally exposed to the light.

His broad forehead, deeply sunken eye sockets, and an unusually pale complexion.Not to mention the beautiful silver hair, and even the beard is carefully shaved, anyone who sees it will feel like he is a professor at some university.

But Salvatore knew that if one of the godslayers was the most beast-like, then the old man who looked like a gentleman in front of him definitely deserved it.

"I came to this remote country from Italy, definitely not here to chat with me, an old fool, right?" Marquis Vauban narrowed his green pupils and looked at Salvatore, who was on guard.

When this evil eye shines, the living beings in sight will turn into solid salt.It was a power usurped from the Celtic Demon God Balor.

"Kill my servant to lure me to appear, in order to fight me again? Oh, I seem to remember, you only lost to your young compatriots recently, it's really not good. You who have lost twice in a row, still want Challenge me, it's more than ignorance, it's stupidity."

His tone was very relaxed, as if he was instructing his grandson who couldn't make it, but the killing intent contained in it made the King of Sword's hair stand up.

"I have no complaints about losing to my best friend."

Salvatore moved his neck, abandoning the fear that hindered him, leaving only a competitive spirit.

"Then why are you still looking for me? Lost dog."

"Tsk, what a disgusting tone...I just hate you for that."

Even if Tony is a careless warrior with a sword in his head, his sense of honor and shame is not so easy to forget.

He raised the sword in his hand high, and recited the words of the silver-armed god King Nuada.

"—I swear on this. I, I will not allow anything that I cannot cut to exist. This sword can cut through everything on the earth, and it is an invincible blade."

The arm turned into a metal arm made of silver, and Salvatore pointed the blade at the motionless old man and said loudly.

"Before the troublesome guy arrives, let me take back my previous humiliation, Dejansdal Voban!"

Chapter [-] The Light That Cuts The Flame

After Tony used the power, the whole air was filled with sharp breath and metallic taste.

But in the face of this magic sword that cut everything in the world, Marquis Vauban just shook his head with a slight sigh.

"It's impossible to become an excellent king just by being competitive and competitive. Salvatore Tony, while I'm in a good mood today, I'll give you a chance to take back your sword, otherwise you and I will change. The battle between life and death is over. Those who leave here can only step on the blood of the losers."

The oldest godslayer had the confidence to say this.

Apart from the Chinese leader Luo Hao, Sacha Dejansdal Voban never looked down on anyone, not even a compatriot of the same character as himself - Salvatore Tony.

"I didn't come here to lay down the blade in front of you."

Salvatore hung the sword at his side, forming a defensive stance that he could deal with no matter what.

"If I lose this time, my dear friend Rope will also avenge me. It will definitely give you a taste of defeat in this far-eastern island country!"

Victory is about to be pinned on the sword, one-on-one heroic thinking.There are also concerns about the possibility of failure.

This is why Salvatore would make a contradictory action of contacting Rope to come to Japan to deal with the Marquis together, and then sneaking out to fight alone.

"Are you crazy?"

The old gentleman frowned. "In order to win, you even chose the stupidest way, Tony, I seem to be a little too high on you."

"Hmph, don't talk to me in such a tone of voice that you have already won." Salvatore said disdainfully. "Prove it with action."

"Young people today..."

With a sigh, the Marquis slowly unbuttoned his suit and placed it on the steps beside him.

Immediately afterwards, Woban's posture changed.

Transformed from a human form into a wolf with silver fur that walks upright - a human wolf, and completely in the form of a wolf.

Volban's body in the form of a silver wolf swelled and grew bigger in one breath.About 30 meters in length, the huge body that had reached an impossible size stopped expanding.

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