The Devil Inside

How can I make any money from this?

Lorenzo, with his brown hair and brown eyes, remained calm and asked, "Have you finished reading it?"

Brandon smiled, "See, I've finished it."

"Now that you have read it, my obligation to inform you has been fulfilled. This notice has been posted. I hope you can execute it accurately to avoid me coming to your door again."

Lorenzo stood up and left without saying a word.

Brandon was really convinced.

You really think you are a dish and don't even open your eyes to see whose territory this is!

The “Octopus Thugs” have been in Yu Town for so many years, spent so much money, and supported so many people, all for today!

No need for his orders.

Brandon's men suddenly jumped up and surrounded Lorenzo who was sitting on the chair. They held swords and knives with unfriendly faces, waiting for Brandon's order to chop him into meat paste.

Lorenzo did not move.

He simply took out his military rank insignia, put it on his shoulder, and sat with his head held high.

At this moment, the mayor of Sturgeon Town came hurriedly and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Brandon, this is the officer sent by Elzlia!"

It takes time for the poles to reverse.

Not to mention a bully like Brandon, even the young master of the Darkwood family would not dare to lay a hand on Officer Elzlia.

the end.

Lorenzo left in style, and Brandon tried many things but to no avail, so he was forced to lower his fees and transformed himself from a local bully to a conscientious businessman.

The external propaganda is that people are too kind-hearted and cruel to be cruel anymore, but in fact it is completely forced.

To this day, he is still trying to break through Lorenzo and even sent people to Elzlia to get information.

See if there is a chance to transfer Lorenzo.

This guy is a fucking saint. He is unyielding and unyielding. He has been the same every day for ten years, doing nothing but practicing. The key is that he has a strong background.

"Am I going to live under his shadow all my life?"

Brandon's irritation turned to despair.

He began to seriously consider leaving here and going somewhere else to rule the country. For ten years, do you know how he spent those ten years?

The red and white petals fell for no reason.

Brandon smelled a strange fragrance and felt a slight pleasure, then he looked up at the ceiling.

He saw ripples in the empty air and petals derived from magic power condensing and falling, which was a beautiful sight.

"Killer! There is a killer!"

Panic shouts came from the corridor outside the study, breaking the silence.

A man rushed open the door with a panicked look on his face, opening his mouth to say something, when a sharp sword light shattered the wall.

He went straight for the vest, and as the bricks and stones fell to the ground, the man who rushed into the room fell to the ground.

The splattered blood actually looked like a blooming five-petal red flower.

"W-who is that person?!"

The butler was horrified and stepped back repeatedly, his back against the wall.

Brandon Seaclaw's expression remained unchanged. He still sat upright in his chair, staring at the hole in the wall with burning eyes.

Rachel walked through the dust on the gravel and looked him in the eye.

Really—

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Brandon was already in a very bad mood, and he looked even worse when facing this murderous uninvited guest.

He said briefly, "Where are my men?"

"I killed everyone I saw."

"Hold----."

Brandon stood up, and the chair under him creaked under the weight. "Who sent you? In the past ten years, I have abided by the law and have a good reputation. There is no businessman in the world who is more conscientious than me. I am simply doing charity."

Rachel, or rather, the Flower Sword Saint, smiled and said, "What about ten years ago? Your past sins are not so easy to uncover."

"I understand. You are the daughter of someone. Your family was destroyed. After you finished your studies, you came to seek revenge on me."

"No."

Is not it?

Brandon thought about it and shook his head: "Then I don't understand. Are you an Engraver who happened to pass by and heard some 'rumors'? Out of indignation, you chose to attack me? Are there still such heroes these days?"

"It's not that complicated."

The Flower Sword Master has a free and easy personality and always speaks his mind.

She raised the Dragon Bird, and the sword glowed with brilliance, extremely beautiful: "I need a sacrifice to help me practice, but I can't kill innocent people, so I plan to find a lucky person with deep sins to kill the sword. You are that lucky person."

"...Just for this?"

"That's why. I can only say that you are unlucky, just like those people you have harmed for no reason before."

Really, I was underestimated!

Brandon sensed it briefly and thought that the person in front of him was only around the tenth level.

In a place like Yu Town, the tenth level is not considered low, but Brandon has been rampant for a long time. How can he become the king without any skills?

He is at level fifteen.

"court death!"

His eyes glared angrily and he exerted force so hard that his shirt tore instantly.

The body beneath the shirt is different from that of ordinary people.

Eight shiny purple tentacles with suction cups are densely wrapped around its body.

Brandon's body is bloated, not because he is fat, but because he usually hides his tentacles under his clothes, so his body is round.

now.

Eight tentacles danced and spread out, like a Cthulhu version of a peacock spreading its feathers.

Green light surged, engulfing the whites and pupils of his eyes, filling his eyes: "I will tear you apart now!"

The Flower Sword Master is well-informed.

Engravers like Brandon are rare, but they do exist.

There are many kinds of engraving, and the effects are even more different.

Most people accept the "normal seal" which simply grants power without changing the body structure.

The person in front of me is undoubtedly very radical.

It can be said that he would do anything to gain power.

His engraving belongs to the "change type", and is one of the more exaggerated ones in this type.

The eight tentacles with bared fangs and claws, full of overwhelming momentum, are not transformed by magic power, nor have they anything to do with demons. They are just parts of his body that have mutated and grown due to the imprint.

"die!"

The tentacles stabbed and attacked him head on. The Flower Sword Saint leaped on the spot, his legs landing one after another, and the tentacles brushed past his shoulders.

Blast the solid wall behind you.

The second tentacle swept across, heading straight for the waist. Brandon showed no mercy, intending to break the Flower Swordmaster's spine.

The third and fourth tentacles stood up like snakes, the tips dripping with slime swaying, seeking an opportunity to strike a fatal blow;

The remaining four danced and whipped recklessly, and under the soft light, shadows intertwined and whistling sounds were endless. They did not seek merit, but only interfered with the enemy's perception and shocked the opponent's mind.

Given the huge gap between the two sides, Brandon was very confident that as long as he hit her once, the tremendous force would be enough to shatter all of her bones!

Rachel stayed out of it and subconsciously held her breath.

The tentacles expanded several times with great momentum, and the whistling sound they made when breaking through the air was as heavy as a train speeding on the track.

Not to mention being hit head-on, even if it's just a slight graze, it's hard to escape disaster.

Brandon Sea Claw was already angry, and now he was going all out. The strangulation net woven by eight tentacles was shocking. Even the space was shrunk, and even the air was squeezed out. Rachel felt that there was no escape and she couldn't even breathe freely!

"That's all you've got."

but.

The Flower Sword Saint was extremely disdainful, his expression never changed.

Chapter 165 #164 Isabella

The authorities are clear, but the onlookers are confused.

Brandon Seaclaw went all out, launching a series of devastating moves, with the goal of tearing the woman in front of him into pieces.

But the quality of the Flower Sword Saint was far beyond his expectations and better than any opponent he had ever seen.

This calmness—

"Is she really only at level 10?"

Brandon was horrified, and with his mind he activated the Imprint skill. The eight purple tentacles received the command,

The fist-sized suction cup squirmed and continuously spit out black smoke, completely blocking the view.

Brandon closed his eyes and focused on the touch.

The black and white picture appeared in his mind. Even though the thick smoke blocked his eyes, he could still see every move of the Flower Sword Saint. Eight tentacles rose up and slammed down hard on the graceful, plump and coveted body.

invalid!

invalid!

As if he didn't need vision, the Flower Sword Saint walked forward steadily, dodging only the minimum necessary and passing through unscathed by a hair's breadth.

There were several times when the tentacles clearly hit her body, but that was just an illusion. The Flower Sword Saint used the power of "illusion" to blur the boundary between reality and delusion, and wandered between the two.

The tentacles swept past, and her figure disappeared and then reappeared, as if she had briefly escaped into a different space and avoided a fatal blow.

Brandon saw this and actually felt it was "elegant".

The two tentacles attacked from the left and right, sweeping across. The Flower Sword Saint no longer dodged, but lightly tapped the two swords up and down, striking the surface of the tentacles.

It's hard to understand what she did.

A strong stench of decay filled the nose, making people feel sick. One of the tentacles quickly decayed, and its thick skin, supporting meridians, and moving muscles all disintegrated. In just a blink of an eye, it was dissolved into a turbid yellow fluid, which scattered messily on the floor.

The other tentacle had a completely different experience.

Instead of decaying, it grew uncontrollably, expanding to more than five times its original size, filling the room.

Brandon was hit hard and spit out a large amount of blood with a "wow" sound.

His eyes showed horror, and he made a quick decision, summoning up his last bit of strength to draw his sword and slash across, cutting off the swollen tentacle at the root.

Just now...

The "vitality" in his body was rapidly dissipating.

To be exact, it was sucked away.

The tentacle that was cut off did not grow for no reason. It went crazy and desperately absorbed Brandon's vitality. In just a moment, it sucked him into an old man with loose skin and lifeless eyes.

This is "withering and flourishing".

One of the three mysteries of the Flower Sword Technique, the Withered Sword causes a person to wither quickly. Once hit by the sword, the five decays of heaven and man will occur, and even the most vibrant things will eventually fade into the evening under the influence of the curse.

The Honor Sword, on the contrary, is a sword of mercy that brings vitality.

It was just that the Flower Sword Saint understood the true meaning of the sword. It was originally a sword for saving people, but under her control it evolved into another killing move.

She separated the individual body and activated a tentacle to become independent, thereby sucking away Brandon's vitality. The ingenuity and skill involved are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.