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Beo tightened his wolf kiss, revealing his sharp teeth slightly.

"What a shame. It's so rare to find a suitable friend. I wanted to save the real battle with you for after the battle with the magician."

"You are my kind anyway, and I think you are immortal as well. So, it doesn't matter if I kill you a few times before you realize the truth."

Beor's patience has reached its limit.

It opened its huge mouth full of fangs, and turned into a golden stream of light that swept through the void and rushed towards Roland. A blue-gray airflow followed closely behind the golden shadow, like a pack of wolves running behind the wolf king.

Even after two years, it has seen all kinds of enemies and encountered many strange situations in battles both large and small.

At the beginning, it hesitated because of the unknown, but when most opponents were no match for it, arrogance naturally became a part of Beo's character.

It knows all kinds of different tactics, and knows many tricks for utilizing its own magic, whether it's adjusting its movements during a fight, or suddenly changing direction, there are many ways to kill an enemy.

But Beo would not choose to do that.

No matter what kind of enemy it faces, it will only choose to charge.

Since you are born strong, why do you have to learn everything from the weak? Do lions know how to exercise?

It is enough for the strong to rely only on their natural strength.

Beo was absolutely sure of this.

As long as you accept your own weakness, you will be invincible!

"You arrogant fellow, give me..."

Along with Beon's ferocious beast roar came a wind pressure that was strong enough to crush rocks and lift the earth apart, easily exceeding the speed of sound and crushing everything.

But facing the golden wolf that leaped at him at great speed, Roland still stood still, lowering his waist slightly.

Created by the Third Law, the materialized life of the soul itself has a very high degree of immortality. Even if the physical body in the present world is completely destroyed, it cannot be said that they are killed.

That's why Beo attacked in this way without fear. Everything on its charge route was shattered to pieces, even the toughest steel turned into powder as if it had been weathered.

But, this is still a long way from being invincible.

There was no trace of anxiety in Roland's blood-red pupils as he stared at the distance between himself and Beor.

After the giant wolf entered its range, he grasped the silver beam of light with his right hand, causing the sacred magic sword to appear.

Just as Beo roared, Roland suddenly spoke.

"Do you know? Although life with materialized souls is very rare in this world, they do exist in other worlds. Most of them exist as gods or elves. Some are even nobler than you and serve as the origin of the world. But even so, they can be killed."

That's right. In the world view of Sword Dance of the Elves, even a conceptual existence like the Elf King could be killed, and Roland had something that could do that.

"——Esther."

The holy sword that kills the devil king has been emitting a clear light like a cross since it appeared, shattering the wind pressure and roar that came before it. Then, in an instant, it turned into a blazing white light that devoured the enemy!

"What happened?"

The young Fantasy opened its eyes wide as it stared at the holy sword that pierced it and nailed its body to the ground. As the excruciating pain continued to come straight to its soul, it let out a roar that was like a wail.

Looking at Beo struggling like a husky, Roland stepped on its soft fur, grasped the holy sword again, and slowly pulled it out.

"There are still a few days until the ceremony begins. In order for you to be effective, I have to correct your arrogant attitude."

He looked at the beast at his feet with cold eyes.

"But before that, you have to learn to be obedient."

The struggling Golden Wolf suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill in his heart.

Rong Feichu asked for half a day off. She had to get back to her work and rest schedule. Going to bed late and getting up early was too much torture. She couldn't fix the update time.

Chapter 192 Its Name is the Whip of Total Defeat

The Golden Wolf still did not stop his struggle.

It is the genuine third magic and a noble existence in the fantasy world. Pain will only arouse his ferocity even more.

Even though he was nailed to the ground, his hind legs were still kicking the ground vigorously. His claws, which were harder than his treasure, easily tore through the air, and his eyes were filled with rage.

The several-meter-tall golden wolf's claws were as sharp as swords. It wanted to use an injury-for-injury move to stop Roland from drawing the holy sword.

Beo has encountered enemies who use the mysterious power of external objects to harm him before, but compared to those external objects that can hurt him, the user himself is the biggest flaw!

"What a naughty guy..."

Roland raised his eyelids slightly. Until this moment, there was still no fear on his face, as if all negative emotions were isolated. He was incredibly calm, so calm that it even made Beo feel creepy.

Roland stopped drawing his sword, and used his backhand to drive the silver holy sword into Beo's body again!

The scorching and sharp sword light tore at everything in the giant wolf from the inside out, causing Beor to let out incoherent cries.

However, this scene, which looked like the release of a treasure, did not seem bloody. There was no flying of flesh and blood, or scattered limbs and internal organs. Wherever the sword light passed, there was only a evaporated void and specks of golden stardust.

Apart from the bit of gold still hanging on Esther's sword, there is no trace of the Golden Wolf's existence.

Roland looked down at the ground and let go of the blade.

"You still don't obey? You've already died once."

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet seemed to lose its reality as if it was in the high temperature of the sun, and gradually distorted, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion, rolling and undulating.

The tall beast shadow reappeared, accompanied by a roar like an explosion. The golden wolf let out a terrifying growl and slowly stood up.

His head was still a wolf's head, and the color of his fur had not changed, but his body was even more bloated than when he was a giant wolf. His forelimbs had become human-like hands, but his sharp nails could still be quickly distinguished from ordinary hands.

The power of the third law allowed the destroyed beast body to be reborn, and the materialization of the soul also allowed Beor to change his appearance again.

Compared to a giant wolf or a human, this is his true form as a Phantasma, a golden werewolf.

As a magical beast that exists in reality, there are no golden werewolves, which is also the proof that he is a top fantasy species.

"Damn you! Do you think you can defeat me with external weapons?"

Beo made a sound of gritting his teeth, his face was completely distorted. Ever since he traveled around this world with Orange, he had always been invincible. Even other strong men would take the initiative to give in and reduce conflicts because they were afraid of him. For the arrogant Golden Wolf, there has never been a more humiliating time than now.

"Relying on external things?"

As if he had heard something funny, the corners of Roland's mouth gradually curled up.

"Don't make me laugh. The reason I used Esther is very simple. I was just afraid that I would accidentally kill you during the training process."

Roland didn't want to kill Beo, but since the other party was so ignorant, he didn't need to consider how to show mercy to this Husky who didn't know who its master was.

"It seems that Orange has really spoiled you. That's right, your gender has become clearly differentiated, so let me put it back first."

Gender is meaningless to fantasy species.

Even in human form, he should be a neutral existence, and the previous Beo obviously looked like a little boy.

This is the fighting spirit that was cultivated through repeated victories after being constantly exploited and indulged by Aozaki Touko.

The originally pure Golden Wolf, without restraint, had no idea of ​​his own limitations. His victories expanded his arrogance and self-esteem, leading to the manifestation of his gender.

"You are such a braggart. Do you think I will be as careless as I was just now? I will never yield to you!"

The golden wolf roared again and its figure suddenly disappeared. He moved in the surrounding woods. After changing into werewolf form, his movements were incredibly agile. Whenever he approached, a tree that required several people to hug would collapse with a loud bang if it was blown by the slightest wind, leaving the cut clean and neat.

But Roland still stood there, his eyes following the golden shadow, revealing a gentle smile.

"That's not necessarily true, you are still just a wild beast after all.

"There is a way to make you, Beo, submit, but there is only one way, and that is to order you to obey me, capture you when you are unwilling, and force you to obey me. If you refuse, I will beat you."

"Before you give in, I will beat you repeatedly and then order you to obey until you admit that you obey."

Roland slowly spread out his five fingers, then closed them one by one.

"I heard that even the strongest creature on earth would cook rice obediently when faced with this method, so I'll give it a try."

"Next, Beor, I will strike you with the whip of utter defeat."

Under Beo's horrified and angry gaze, Roland's figure appeared in front of him in an instant. The distance was very tight. Although it reacted, there was no room for it to dodge.

"boom--!"

With the loud noise of a tree trunk breaking, the golden wolf fell to the ground like a meteor, causing a terrifying shock wave that flattened the area within a hundred meters.

In the sand and dust that surged like a tsunami, Roland punched Beo in the chest. With the Mark of the Ox shining brighter in his eyes, the divine power that could knock a dragon down from the sky was multiplied. It easily pierced Beo's fur that could resist even treasures, shattered his bones, and crushed every inch of his flesh and blood into ashes.

And under the mark of the ox, the power of the sheep also quietly lights up, allowing the pain to reach the soul directly.

Before Beo could scream, Roland's other fist penetrated through the sharp wolf kiss and crushed his skull.

Compared with this kind of attack, Esther's sword light before could only be described as gentle.

Each of Roland's punches was pure violence and extremely bloody. He did not train obedience like the traditional training method, inflicting pain while giving a glimmer of hope.

He just kept beating the fantasy creature under him, feeling the other's immortality being worn away bit by bit, feeling the pain and fear coming from its soul, and letting out a crazy laugh.

"It's useless! It's useless! It's useless!"

Beo's insignificant resistance was annihilated by Roland's fists from the very beginning. For the rest of the time, he simply acted as a target.

As Roland's attacks became more and more fierce, the underground pit became deeper and deeper, and the land in the distance began to sink. Terrifying vibrations continued to spread through the earth, creating a spectacle like an earthquake. Even outside the dense forest, the ground was shaking continuously.

If it were in the city, it would probably be a scene of devastation.

But fortunately, in order to hide her purpose and preliminary preparations, the dense forest chosen by Aozaki Touko was originally deserted, and with the help of the barrier, even if the vibration was transmitted to a distant place, it would be reduced a lot. With the daily habits of this island country, people have long been accustomed to this, and it did not cause any commotion.

Although he developed a proud and arrogant character through victory, this kind of easy-to-get thing combined with his childish nature, although this golden wolf is a fantasy species, in terms of fighting will, it is at most just a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong.

After his body turned into a pool of meat paste and his soul was about to be shattered in the shock, Beor's heart was filled with fear.

It kept sending out emotions of fear and pleading for mercy from its soul, but Roland, who was beating it, simply ignored it and continued to destroy the power that he was proud of bit by bit.

Just when the Golden Wolf thought he was going to become the fantasy species with the most miserable death, Roland suddenly stopped.

A bright white light shone from Roland's eyes and fell on the debris in front of him, quickly restoring it.

The Golden Wolf shivered. Before he had time to feel the beauty of life, he quickly realized what he should do. He looked at Roland with clear eyes, and there was no trace of his previous arrogance.

"Master... please..."

But before he could finish his words of surrender, a strong hand clamped his wolf kiss like a vise.

"Shh... I haven't had enough fights yet, so could you please think carefully about submitting to me?"

Roland put his free finger to his lips and smiled happily.

"Next, let's start the second round."

"Woo...wow!"

With his mouth locked and unable to utter a single sound, Beo's tear-filled eyes only contained the enlarging shadow of his fist.

A few minutes later, when everything was settled, Roland stood up and flexed his wrists proudly.

"Happiness, happiness. It turns out that it is good for your mood to exercise occasionally."

The golden werewolf lying in the pit without a single scar on his body sat on the ground, buried his head in the hair of his arms, and lowered his head deeply.

It was like a girl who had strayed into a scene that could not be described, and could only kill time by counting the stains on the ceiling with empty eyes.

Beo sat there quietly, his body shaking constantly.

In the past, he had fought with mysteries from all ages, some of whom were even ancient beings themselves, but he had never been defeated in the face of his absolute power.

And now, he knew what Roland meant by complete defeat.

In the beginning, it was just a beating, but from the second round on, it was like pure catharsis.

Not only his body, but even his materialized soul was trembling. Every time he was on the verge of death, he would be revived by the same power as him. However, the young man would not allow himself to utter a word of begging for mercy and just started waving his fists.

Under that kind of attack, no matter how noble a fantasy species or legendary hero, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

In the end, Beo had become completely numb. As long as it could make Roland happy, it was willing to do anything. It even took the initiative to adjust its movements to welcome Roland's fists and become a simple target. Perhaps it was precisely because of such obedience that it was able to be freed from the torture earlier.

"What are you standing there for? Take me upstairs."

Roland turned around and looked at Beo who was sitting on the ground. He stood on his shoulder without any hesitation, looked down at the werewolf, and gave a cold order.

The moment Roland urged, the golden hair on the werewolf's body stood up. Regardless of the chill on his back, he forcibly suppressed the fear that was an instinctive biological instinct.

It lifted Roland's feet with the most gentle and cautious gesture in its life, jumped up, and jumped out of the pit filled with its blood and tears.

Because his body was intact, Beo did this easily. His claws were still weapons that could cut off treasures, and his body still had strong immortality.

But at such a close distance, let alone the thought of resisting Roland, Beo had already tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart and stop his legs from trembling.