I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Alger held Thanatos' death pentagram, and launched a storm-like attack with a ferocity that did not fit her petite body. Any existence touched by her body would be instantly petrified, making Thanatos He didn't dare to fight against the magic star girl at all, so he could only dodge as much as possible.

"Why!? Even if you are an immortal protoss, even if you are a fierce demon star, you shouldn't be unresponsive to death!!"

Thanatos struggled to cope with Algor's aggressive punches and kicks. This was the most frustrating battle he had fought since his birth.

The opponent is not only stronger than him, but is even completely immune to the power that he is most proud of. It cannot be called a battle, but an abuse.

"Huh, you can't accept this? Your mental quality is bad enough." Alger whipped his leg across the long shaft of the death scythe, and showed a cute smile of "You're lucky" while his hair was flying: "If your opponent is my lord, it is estimated that you will be backlashed by power and die in an instant."

A mere god in charge of death has any right to disobey [death] itself?Not even a servant who rebelled against [Death] is qualified.

Hearing this, Thanatos seemed to have learned something from it, and his expression became distorted and ugly, with a bit of cowardice mixed with terrifying fear.

Alger was like the most professional photographer, capturing this stunning scene in an instant and freezing it forever with his petrified light.

"Hahahaha, it's the best work! I'm going to take you back and place it at the gate, transforming it into a gargoyle in the town house."

The girl stood in front of the stone sculpture with her hands on her hips, admiring her masterpiece with her head up, and regained some of the cruelty of being a demon king.

On the other side, the contest between Jack the Ripper also came to a winner. The winner was Jack-o-lantern Jack who drew his sword in anger.

During this period, the Demon King wanted to use the gift to "waste his time" to escape, but was shot back by the Mountain Master with his sword.

After the devil incarnation left, Little Jack's consciousness quickly rose, and he soon came to his senses.

"Ah! It's Grandpa Wang Hassan! Jack knew that grandpa would definitely come to my home, hehe..."

Then, she immediately participated in the siege of the Demon King in order to repay what he had done before.

Since Little Jack is also the Ripper, so that the gift game also judged her, and the difficulty of cracking was instantly enhanced to an epic level.

Seeing this, the Confused Demon King was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. If he had known this would be the result, he would not have tried to abandon Little Jack and run away.

Now not only did he have no hostages in his hand, but he also had two opponents for his life. He was afraid that he would not die fast enough.

In the end, the incarnate demon king was divided into seventeen parts precisely and delicately by the jacks who inspired the desire to kill with two knives.

Although the body structure of apes is different from that of humans, it is not much different to Jacks. They all use blades to mix fresh flesh and blood.

Since the scene was too restricted, the old man of the mountain used gray fog to cover the scene of the crime, so as not to leave a psychological shadow on Aisha and the little ghosts.

So far, all the demon kings who attacked together were killed and injured, and the "Ouroboros" alliance, which was able to stop children from crying at night, was officially declared dead tonight.

"Damn it! Loki!! I must chop you up and feed it to the goblins!!"

Netha Lian's fury set off a new round of earthquakes, which was dispelled by the mountain man with his sword on the ground.

Although Alger only got one head, the gold content of Thanatos far exceeds that of Aurora.

Fortunately, Netha Lian also knows that no matter how incompetent and furious it is, it is useless, it is better to write it down in a small notebook first, and find a place later.

"Hmph! The Asa gods, right? Good! I remember!! If I can't find you Loki, I will find time to smash your world tree!"

Meanwhile, three-digit outside gates.

Odin, who fell on the World Tree, suddenly shuddered violently, and a little bit of confusion appeared in his one-eyed eyes full of the light of wisdom.

"What's going on? It's obvious that the upper level of the small garden has been quite peaceful recently. Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?"

…………

Four-digit exterior door, West End.

At the headquarters of the Knights of Hakoniwa, an elegant and handsome silver-haired old man was reviewing work reports under the night light.

Since receiving the news from the King of Heroes, Moriarty has started planning for the evacuation.

Although opening Avalon again is a good choice, it consumes too much energy from several kings and the Knights of the Round Table.

Therefore, after a series of consultations, Morgan and the three kings agreed on the asylum plan provided by Moriarty and fully supported it.

All in all, Moriarty's work is not too heavy. After all, the dystopian demon king can only devour the spirit grid of living things, and does not damage dead things.

Therefore, as long as all the personnel in the western district are relocated, the first emperor will also provide strong support during this period to solve the material problem.

In conveying the decision to the West End community, Moriarty played some clever tricks.

First, the leaders who came to the meeting were guided to recall the fear and humiliation of being tortured by the dystopian demon king in the past, and then they threw out the prophecy that there might be another "final trial" demon king coming.

After all, the relevant news channels can't directly explain to people, because "Xingyue" is also one of the behind-the-scenes driving forces behind the return of the Demon King.

The strange cat Galolo of "Six Injuries" was the first to stand up to express his support, and promised to provide all assistance within his ability for the evacuation operation.

In fact, Moriarty revealed the news to Garolo before the meeting, and the wise old cat willingly acted as a babysitter.

"It's almost there. We and the blood knights should be the last to evacuate, and those who refuse to leave will be ignored."

After incinerating the unnecessary documents, Moriarty lay on the bed with a gentle smile on his face.

"Haha, I can leave early tomorrow morning to go back to see my daughter. I don't know if little Fran misses her father."

On the next day, when the members of 'Xingyue' and 'Knights of the Box Garden' left in groups, someone came from the North District and stepped into the West District.

The unshaven Kasukabe Takaaki walked alone in the wilderness of the West District. He looked sloppy, but his eyes were very bright.

He held a palm-sized semi-finished wood carving tightly in his hand. The circular wood carving was carved with numerous patterns of unknown meaning from the outside to the inside.

"This time, we should be able to really settle with the 'dystopian devil'."

The solitary man headed firmly to the west, like a lone brave man heading for the devil's castle.

"Canary, Croya... Please wait a little longer, be patient, I'll take you back home!"

Chapter 691 Aziz Dakaha, Joined

Four-digit outer door, North District.

It was a sunny day, and the fantasy magic book group was stationed.

After a day and a night of fleeing, the storyteller finally saw his lair.

"There are no pursuers behind us. It should be considered safe when we get here...but we can't be careless."

The storyteller carefully explored the surroundings repeatedly, and after finding nothing unusual, he slowly removed the mosaic.

Under the mosaic, the originally handsome and neat face became as white as paper, as if suffering from a serious illness that has not recovered, and the body is crumbling.

"Hey, even though it was for the sake of saving my life, the price I paid was too high... I guess it will take hundreds of years to heal such trauma."

Because the deadly crisis brought by the man on the mountain was too strong, the storyteller had to destroy his spiritual power by himself, making his own existence infinitely thinner.

Although this state can be ostentatiously hidden in front of gods and Buddhas, it is not something ordinary people can use. After all, losing one's spirituality is equivalent to death.

The reason why the storyteller was able to survive without a spiritual body was because he had mastered a special unique secret method, but he couldn't avoid serious damage to his vitality.

However, as long as he can save his life, all the costs paid are worth it, not to mention that he may be the only survivor.

Although I don't want to believe it, this action was indeed hasty. The 'Ouroboros', which even killed Xinghai Dragon King without damage, is now almost completely wiped out.

Of course, the storyteller will at most lament a few times, and will not feel sad for those who died, because there is no friendship between everyone.

The storyteller doesn't need to give any explanations to anyone. Unlike the black gloves like the Demon King of Confusion, his identity is more like a broker.

Therefore, he has decided to rot this matter in his stomach, and will not act as an 'Ouroboros' again in the future.

Anyway, I have to recuperate in the next few hundred years, so I might as well retire from the ranks of the Demon King and wash my hands of him.

"From now on, I'm just fantasizing about Carpegas... Who is the storyteller? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!"

Dressed in a gold-rimmed white robe, holding classics and a harp, the bard talked to himself, bid farewell to the past, and walked forward.

"By the way, the existence of Pest is a big hidden danger to me now... I just used her as an abandoned child to divert attention, but I never expected that she would actually achieve her goal. Losing the Star Sea Dragon Queen , Is the 'Salamanda' left with waste?"

A stern look flashed in the Carpenter's eyes. Although he did show some kindness to Pest, the relationship between the two parties was only mutual benefit after all.

If Pest is defeated and joins another community, it is hard to guarantee that she will not give up the fantasy carpenter to show her loyalty to the new master.

"Phew, there's nothing I can do." Fantasia Carpe Die shook his head and muttered, "I can't do anything in my current state, so I can only leave this matter to Edmond. After all, we are a community of demon kings. Once If your identity is exposed, it will be too difficult to live a stable life again."

With this thought in mind, the fantasy caravan entered the house.

The black and blue ghost flames flashed, and the Count of Monte Cristo appeared at the door in an instant.

"Boss, are you injured? What's going on? Was it attacked?"

"Yes, something unexpected happened during the trip. It should take a long time to come back this time."

The phantasmagoria did not hide his injuries, because the symptoms of a broken spirit cannot be concealed.

"Huh? Why is it so quiet at home? Have the children gone out for a picnic? The weather outside is really nice."

As he asked, he looked around the room full of fairy-tale magic in front of him, but he didn't see familiar figures such as Alice and Cinderella.

Usually when he came back, the little ones would rush to greet him, pestering him for gifts or travel stories.

"That's not true." Edmund saw that the fantasist noticed the abnormality, so he explained unhurriedly: "The children all ran to play in Miss Scheherazade's One Thousand and One Nights, you know Yes, everyone is particularly curious about the stories about foreign countries.”

"So that's the case, it's really hard for Miss Shan Ruzod." The fantasist nodded and said: "The little guys are petite and willful, and they are used to being lawless. Edmond, no matter how much you like children, You can’t let them do everything.”

Edmund smiled and didn't reply, and Carpe Deluge also knew that this man with a steel will would not change.

The two walked along the red carpet to the depths of the fairy tale castle, boarded the revolving escalator, and walked under the huge portrait of the Queen of Hearts.

"Boss, there are still two guests visiting you in the reception room." Before passing the reception room, Dantès suddenly said: "I originally wanted to send them away after receiving them, but now that You are back, do you want to meet up?"

Fantasia Carpe Deluge just wanted to heal his injuries as soon as possible, but a few steps ahead was the reception room, so he agreed involuntarily.

"Well, I wonder which two friends came to visit? Dantès, did they tell you what they came to see me for?"

"Mr. Mephisto and Ms. Xingbu Ji from 'Ghost Ji', they want to talk to you about cooperation."

It was too late when Carpe Deluge heard this, because he had already opened the door and stepped into the reception room, where he saw the nasty demon.

And Edmund didn't give him a chance to repent, and quickly closed the door behind him, making it impossible for the fantasist to turn around and leave.

'It turned out to be these two guys!Did you come here instead of looking for Vera after escaping?It is indeed unexpected.There is no other way, let’s confuse this level first, but fortunately, I was wearing a mosaic when I acted as a demon king, so my identity has not been revealed yet...'

Just when the Carpe Deluge smiled and wanted to pretend to be hospitable, Mephisto interrupted him.

"Storyteller, you really made us wait...huh? The breath has weakened so much, it seems that Vera and Jack are safe."

The fantasy carpenter's expression froze, but then he tried to pretend to be stupid regardless of the situation, and his eyes showed just the right amount of confusion and confusion.

"Mr. Mephisto, we should be meeting for the first time, right? Did you recognize the wrong person? Or is there some misunderstanding?"

While speaking, Xingbu Ji had already deployed Himeji Castle, replacing the European fairy tale castle with a Japanese-style fortress, trapping him in an urn.

"You, you! What does this mean? Are you trying to declare war on our 'fantasy magic book group'? This is against Hakoniwa's rules!"

Seeing this, Carpe Delusion immediately became impatient, glaring at the two people in front of him, and at the same time stretched his hand behind his back and gestured to Dantès.

"Storyteller, don't take chances." Mephisto danced in small steps, elegant and crazy, and bowed in greeting: "Your identity was told to us by the Count of Monte Cristo, and we all come from the same place." ——'Type Moon'."

As soon as the words were finished, Carpe Deluge received a backstab from the black tiger, and the blazing black flame turned him into a man of fire.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

The Carpenter let out a painful howl, the hatred and poison in his eyes almost solidified, and he uttered the most vicious curse aloud.

"Assholes! You scoundrels! I curse, curse, you will eventually face a fate ten thousand times more miserable than mine! You will not die a good death!!"

"Kuhahahaha! I'm just an evil spirit seeking revenge. I wouldn't have happiness in the first place. No matter how miserable it is, it's just a new revenge."

Edmund didn't care about the curse of Carpe Deluge, and Mephisto laughed exaggeratedly, like a funny clown in a circus.

"Hahahaha, I really want to die from laughing. We are heroic spirits. We are already dead people. Even if we die, we will return to our seats."

"Ouch--!"

Amidst the shrill screams and loud wolf howls, Hesse Robb, who had been lying in wait for a long time, jumped out of the darkness.

The wolf's vicious kiss bit the prey's waist, and the headless horseman's sickle slashed at the target's neck, tearing the demon king held in place by Edmond in half.

"It's done! It's time to go back and report to the King of Heroes, and the entire North District has also been taken down."

Mephisto cheered, and tap danced on the spot, as if dancing on the grave of a carpe distiller.

Xingbu Ji hugged her knees and curled up on the chair, sighing: "Finally I can go home, it's really tiring and troublesome to go out and do tasks."

…………

The mountains on the border of the Eastern End.

The sleeping place of the three-headed dragon ushered in an unexpected visitor.

Following the remaining breath of death, the old man of the mountain came to the cave.