Under the night sky, in the deserted ruins of the Shield Zone, the Blood Magician gently turned around and touched the dark Kilika.
The next moment, like a dark spider, the dense carapace on Kilika's body began to tear, deform, and swell. The dark appearance began to turn red, and more than a dozen blood-red tentacles composed of human stumps stretched out from the body.
The bigger!
Kilika's figure grew larger and larger, until it transformed back into the blood-red hydra that Thales had seen, shaking its tentacles like a giant squid dozens of meters high, and making a weird whistling sound.
"Find the kid."
The madness and paranoia that Giza had just felt disappeared without a trace as the purple-red markings on her face faded.
At this moment, she was quiet and peaceful, just like an ordinary innocent girl. She saw the magician gently caressing Kilika and said in a light and gentle tone: "You know his taste, his breath, and his blood."
…”
Giza breathed softly, with a strange look on his face: "It belongs to that guy's bloodline."
"The guy you dreamed of eating."
More than a dozen giant tentacles of the multi-headed snake trembled at the same time, making a "sizzling" sound of flesh and blood rubbing and squeezing.
"boom!"
The tentacles fell with a crash, creating dozens of deep ravines in the ruins, and smoke and dust rose up.
Giza laughed, and she looked at the terrifying Kilika with loving eyes, just like looking at her own angry puppy wagging its tail.
"Go and find him."
Giza, who looked like the girl next door, paused for a second, then opened her lips slightly and exhaled softly: "Before he became a magician..."
"Kill him."
Even if it means destroying the entire Longxiao City.
Even if it exposes myself.
Even if...
A strange and disturbing "sizzling" sound came from Kilika's huge body again.
The next second, more than a dozen of its bloody tentacles plunged into the ground from different directions!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Its flesh and blood seem to be multiplying infinitely, constantly extending the length of its tentacles and digging into the ground!
Suddenly, Gisa narrowed her eyes and turned her head solemnly.
In the smoke and dust stirred up by Kilika, a figure suddenly appeared, slowly walking towards the magician.
Gisa let out a breath.
Sure enough, too much time was wasted.
The figures in the smoke slowly approached one after another.
The blood magician closed his eyes and shook his head gently: "Well, we actually evacuated people in several surrounding areas..."
"The descendants of Nekaru are not useless."
At this moment.
boom!
A medium-sized tentacle suddenly shot out from the ground next to the figure.
In the smoke and dust, tentacles broke out of the ground and attacked the uninvited guests!
However, the figure in the smoke only moved slightly.
"laugh!"
The sound of weapons entering flesh was heard.
next moment.
Giza suddenly changed color and fell to her knees!
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-"
The blood magician screamed with pain on his face!
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"Boom!"
In several urban areas adjacent to the shield area, more than a dozen huge blood-red tentacles broke out of the ground again!
For example, in the sword area closest to the noble areas above, there is such a huge tentacle. After destroying a stone house above, it breaks through the earth and rocks and shoots towards the sky.
The moment they were unearthed, the heads of these terrifying tentacles composed of bloody human bodies suddenly exploded and scattered into countless smaller tentacles.
The small tentacles first stopped in the air, then slowly turned around, occasionally shaking once or twice.
It's like...
Sniff.
Not long after, these small tentacles trembled together, and then grew, multiplied, and spread rapidly again, moving in all directions.
At this moment, a thin figure in a white cloak suddenly turned out from a corner and instantly landed in front of the roots of all the tentacles!
The tentacles sensed the approaching flesh and blood.
At that moment, countless tentacles and limbs were like wild beasts exploding fur, overwhelmingly attacking the cloaked figure that appeared.
The figure turned around slightly and waved a special white-handled knife from his hand.
The light of the knife flashed.
"Whoa!"
Under the siege of countless tentacles, that figure flashed endlessly in an instant, even leaving an afterimage!
So much so that from a distance, it looked like he was holding out the blade in several different directions.
The blade grazed almost every tentacle, causing wounds one after another.
But it's much more than that.
The next moment, the tentacles that were brushed by the blade trembled suddenly!
Then, the wounds of these life-like tentacles immediately began to turn black, and then withered in large areas. Finally, as if burning, the entire tentacles turned into ashes and dispersed!
Flesh, flesh and flying ashes instantly turned into a ball.
The man in the cloak swung his blade again.
This time, the strange knife stabbed into the roots of these small tentacles - the big blood-red tentacle.
The huge tentacle swung violently, and bubbles and a large amount of steam began to emit from the place where the blade was pierced.
Then it also began to turn black and wither.
Until it completely turns into fly ash.
After breaking away from the roots, the small tentacles that landed on the ground seemed to sense something, and immediately began to tremble crazily, and scattered in all directions like snakes - escaping from that terrifying man.
At this time, countless footsteps sounded quickly.
Dozens of gray-clothed and masked figures appeared on the street corner!
They were wearing special equipment: arm shields, light crossbows, and streamlined white-handled long knives. They all walked quickly and skillfully, blocking almost every tentacle trying to escape.
The movements are neat, the body is flexible, and the consciousness is calm.
Then he raised the knife and dropped it.
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!"
This time, the small tentacles that were chopped by these blades did not turn into fly ash, but bright red blood gushed out like normal damaged limbs, but their lives were obviously not as strong as their roots, and the severed tentacles
After bleeding a lot, he collapsed to the ground and slowly shrank.
The man who first appeared - "Meteor" Nikolai threw off his cloak. With a serious look on his face, he ignored his subordinates who were busy suppressing tentacles and walked towards the corner of the street.
There, more members of the White Blade Guards surrounded an old but majestic man.
"According to Ms. Kashan's information, there are at least a dozen of these things in and around the Shield Area. Fortunately, we evacuated the residents in time, otherwise they would all become food for that thing, Your Majesty."
The Faller reported solemnly.
Nun VII frowned and looked at a tentacle shaking in the distance. It was stepped on by a white-blade guard and cut off, bleeding bright red blood.
"We have tested it. Ordinary anti-magic weapons can only ensure that they maintain the most basic mobility under the siege of these things." Nikolai noticed the king's sight and shook the strange blade in his hand.
, slowly spoke: "Only legendary anti-demon weapons like the Soul-Severing Blade can eradicate these disgusting things while protecting themselves."
The king nodded with a terrifying expression: "Grivo has already set off with the soul-killing gun - that disaster will not be around for long."
"But these things are still extending, trying to find more people as food," behind the king, a bureaucrat who looked like an order officer said worriedly: "Now they have even appeared here - sooner or later they will extend out of the shield area,
Catch up with the residents we arranged to evacuate in other districts, or even outside the city."
"It's just that it continues to grow through absorption, but if it continues like this, the entire Longxiao City..."
King Nun suddenly raised his hand and stopped his subordinate's report.
His eyes flashed with anger.
And firmness.
The tentacles in this area were quickly cleared away.
King Nun clenched his fists, raised his head and looked around at the warriors, and shouted loudly: "White Blade Guards!"
"yes!"
Including Nicolai, all the white-blade guards turned their heads and shouted angrily.
They looked back at the king of the North with sharp eyes.
King Nun took a heavy step forward, eyes wide open, staring at each of his personal guards - the elite white-blade guards.
Dragon Guard.
Exter's most powerful existence.
The sound of landslides was heard again in the distance.
King Nun took a deep breath, and the flames in his eyes became more and more intense.
"Tell me! Boys!"
"When Exeter needs your protection..." The old king's old and powerful voice sounded in everyone's ears:
"When the North needs your hard work..."
"You need to sacrifice your lives..."
"When all the blood is shed..."
King Nun turned his head, staring at the blood-red hydra in the distance, staring at the blurry and huge sound, and shouted ferociously:
"Will you hesitate?"
"tell me!"
At that moment, all the white-blade guards straightened their bodies without hesitation and punched their left chest hard with their right fist!
Boom!
The dull thumping sound sounded at the same time, like a person, heavy and shocking.
All the elite soldiers shouted angrily at the same time, deafeningly:
"No, Your Majesty!"
"Whoa!"
King Nun turned around and suddenly drew his sword!
With a majestic look on his face, he nodded and looked at his guards: "Very good!"
"Nicolai! You are responsible for the dispatch!"
The Fallen Starman knelt down on one knee, punched his chest with a solemn expression.
"The White Blade Guards are all equipped with anti-magic weapons and are walking around the edge of the shield area," King Nun said calmly to his personal guard captain: "Whether it is delaying, intercepting or strangulating - block this thing in the shield for me.
Zone!"
"It doesn't want to touch even a single Northlander!"
Nicolai nodded firmly, stood up and gave the order.
"Everyone is divided into eight teams, with at least thirty people in each team. They check the anti-magic weapons, bring signal crossbows, and send letters according to wartime standards." The Fallen Starman looked at his subordinates and said coldly: "A group of five people
Form a circular formation to deal with these little things. Cutting and whittling are the most effective. Pay attention to your steps and don't get entangled by multiple enemies."
"When you encounter such a big guy," Nicolai kicked the big tentacle that had withered into a black limb, and shook his Soul-Severing Blade: "Send me a letter and let me know!"
King Nun sighed.
"Kashan said, the more people the disaster faces, the stronger it will be - so you will not have backup," the king stretched out his right hand, firmly pressed Nikolai's right shoulder, and looked straight ahead.
: "Whether they are patrols or conscripts - they have no anti-demon weapons, so they can only die in vain."
"Our hope lies in Grievo and you, in the soul-killing gun and the soul-severing blade."
"Grevor has already gone to find that disaster - the soul-killing gun is perfect for dealing with it, and what you have to do now..."
King Nun's eyes flashed: "It's just a trapped rat in a cage - completely cut off that thing's power and retreat!"
Nicolai and the king looked at each other deeply, and then nodded firmly and respectfully: "We have no problem, Your Majesty."
"Please wait in the palace for news of our triumphant victory."
But King Nuen shook his head: "I will go with you."
At that second, Nicolai's eyes widened.
"Your Majesty, it's very unsafe ahead..."
King Nun raised his hands seriously and stopped what he was saying.
"Most of the White Blade Guards are here, and the Palace of Heroes may not be as safe as here."
"And I have never doubted that where the White Blade Guards are," King Nunn's eyes were full of unquestionable majesty: "It is the safest place in the world."
"Do you have any objection to this statement?"
Nicolai was shocked.
At that moment, Nicolai said nothing, just gritted his teeth and nodded solemnly.
King Nun let go of his shoulders and smiled boldly:
"Come, my warriors."
"Today, we will set foot on the soil of our hometown and rush to a war between humans and non-humans."
The old king raised his head and looked towards the cliff in the sky, towards the heroic statue holding a spear.
"Today, we will follow in the footsteps of Nekaru."
"To hunt the legendary scourge."
The White Blade Guards became solemn.
Nicolai's pupils gradually narrowed, and he slowly tightened the weapon in his hand.
Nun VII turned to the hydra in the distance, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled:
"Take out those crazy criminals who committed heinous bloodshed in our Northland, whether it was six hundred years ago or now."
"Those unreasonable freaks who have caused harm for thousands of years and caused endless troubles."
"Those evil ones who take pleasure in killing and bloodshed."
"Think of those scum that treat us like ants."
King Nun clenched his fists and showed a fierce look:
"Total destruction!"
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Giza suddenly fell to the ground, and her originally rosy and healthy complexion suddenly turned gray and dry.
Moreover, this dark color continues to intensify on her face!
Kilika, the multi-headed snake behind Giza, felt the state of its master and trembled crazily.
Following Kilika's movements, several tentacles appeared around the figure again, attacking the uninvited guest.
"Shua!" "Chi!"
Two sharp sounds of piercing flesh came from the smoke.
"Ah - ah, no - Kilika, that's..." Giza roared in pain, trembling all over, and his face became darker and darker, as if he was enduring torture.
Kilika suddenly started twisting like crazy.
"Crack!"
The ground between the magician and the figure was cracked open!
A huge blood-red tentacle extended from Kilica, twisting crazily and breaking free from the ground.
Constantly vibrating.
It was as if he was experiencing the most horrific torture.
I saw this bright red tentacle composed of stumps, starting from the front, starting from the figure in the smoke, turning black and withering at an extremely fast speed!
Like fine cloth infected with ink, the blackness on the tentacles spreads towards the roots.
Extending towards Kilika.
and Giza.
The blood magician raised his black and withered face, gritted his teeth, and roared: "Don't even think about it!"
The next moment, the tentacle that keeps turning black and withered, before the terrifying momentum extends to Kilika...
It expands itself from the root, and then suddenly breaks!
"boom!"
A large amount of blood burst out.
At that moment, Gisa Trilman was described as embarrassed and nervous.
Just like a gecko cutting off its tail, struggling to survive.
A moment later, and everything will be lost.
The black withering force extended to the broken place, and finally became unsustainable, completely turning this huge tentacle into a withered and exhausted branch.
The only sound left in the air was Giza's breathing as she lay on the ground.
Her face finally began to regain its rosy color.
The magician raised his head and stared forward with gritted teeth.
Staring at the figure walking all the way out of the smoke.
The figure in the smoke slowly approached.
What followed was an unpleasant friction noise.
"Wow--"
Giza stood up from the ground and frowned slightly.
The person who came here was tall, but his steps were strange - his right leg had to drag every time he took a step.
Like... a cripple.
"Wow--"
The unpleasant sound continued, sounding like fine tools rubbing against rough rock surfaces.
Finally, a rude voice came from the smoke.
"The Shield District is a sad place," the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing a strong and capable man: "Under the generous, optimistic and positive appearance of the Northlanders, it conceals the darkest and most obscure colors of Longxiao City."
"Wow--"
The noise continues.
This lame man was probably in his thirties or forties, with a flat face. Only his nose was high and the stubble covering his chin made him look rather rugged.
"Some people are born in this unfortunate place. What their parents left them is poverty and hardship, and what they learn is only perseverance and tenacity."
The man limped forward, his tone full of sadness.
"Wow--"
Gisa's brows frowned more and more - she found the source of the noise: a metal spear two meters long was dragged behind the man.
The dark gun tip dragged on the ground, making an unpleasant friction sound.
The blood magician's eyes were fixed on the spear, and his eyes were full of strange colors.
"Some people come here just to get ahead, and exchange the most precious present for the most unpredictable future, leaving something memorable for themselves, their families, and future generations."
The cripple's right hand dragged the heavy spear hard, and as the figure turned, the left side of his face was exposed.
Giza saw clearly his most conspicuous feature - the man had no left ear.
Where his ears should have been, there was only a round hole left - as if it had been cut off completely.
"But no matter who it is, they have no choice but to live in this poor place called the Shield District, which doesn't even have a complete thick wall to protect them from the wind and snow."
"Here, some people are busy and stingy, some are illiterate and trembling, some are lonely and desperate, with disabilities all over their bodies, and some are impulsive and hot-tempered."
"Wow--"
The man limped forward, his expression sad and his voice low.
"They are just ordinary people, but they are also pitiful people."
"But they are still under the feet of the most powerful man in Exeter, with the most contented attitude and the strongest smile unique to the Northlanders, working the meanest livelihood, with the meager income, and embracing
The most pitiful hope, living the most miserable life.”
"They have no unparalleled strength, no great achievements, no respectable honors, no noble titles, no glorious bloodlines - but they still grit their teeth, swallow blood, hold tears, and tighten every piece
Muscles, struggling to survive."
The man stopped limping and stood in front of Giza.
He turned his head and glanced at a ruins.
There, lying quietly, was the severed hand of a child.
The man turned his head sharply, and this time, his eyes looked directly at the magician without wavering.
It's filled with apathy, loneliness, disappointment, pain, hatred - and silence.
"This is the Shield Area - even the snow and water are a dark, dirty place." The cripple said calmly.
"In the great Exeter, in the majestic Palace of Heroes, under the splendid glory of the North," the man's eyes swept over the surrounding ruins, revealing a trace of pain:
"We are struggling and struggling to survive."
"We are more like Northerners than the strongest Northerners."
The lame man with only one ear looked cold, raised the spear in his hand, and looked at Giza.
"And you..."
"But even this tragic and unfortunate opportunity, this opportunity to struggle and snatch hope, has to be taken from our empty hands."
"Deprived of everything."
"We are in your eyes," the man closed his eyes gently, holding the gun in his hand tighter and tighter, his words full of pain:
"Like an insect, you can trample on it and knead it at will."
"Is it."
"Disaster?"
The blood magician exhaled deeply, his eyes extremely solemn.
She didn't answer the man's words.
As if he doesn't want to waste time.
She just focused her eyes on the gun.
After a few seconds, Giza finally spoke slowly.
"More than six hundred years later..."
"The master of the soul-killing spear."
While Giza was comforting Kilika behind him, he gasped and said calmly: "You are actually such a cripple?"
The man snorted coldly.
The blood magician raised his head and cast his gaze towards the cliff in the sky.
She glanced at the majestic statue of the human hero, Nekaru Ax, then looked down at the lame, one-eared man, and frowned.
It's like making a comparison.
After a while, Giza let out a long sigh:
"Isn't it too far off?"
The man stared at her closely and said nothing.
"Why, in this era..."
"As long as you are in the extreme realm," Giza said disdainfully, "can you master the legendary anti-demon weapons?"
"call!"
The man with one ear turned his hands, and the spear made a fierce wind sound, and the dark spear pointed directly at Giza.
The gun tip vibrated slightly.
"Buzzing..."
Just like a spear has a life of its own.
"Drew Grewal, an ordinary heavy sword infantryman from Longxiao City, is being recruited." He said solemnly.
"By the way," the lame man named Griwal, who was holding a soul-killing gun, said coldly: "The entire shield area..."
"Cover me."
"Oh?" Gisa's face turned cold. She grinded her teeth but rarely smiled, "Then you have to thank me."
She looked around at the ruins of the surrounding streets and shook her head.
"Make your home."
"It's so clean."
Grivet was not offended by her words.
The man just dragged his lame leg and took a step forward gently.
"I just said hello."
"You should also know the origin of this weapon," Griwal knocked the ferocious spear in his hand and said silently: "When I took it over ten years ago, Michael quickly took my other one.
My ears are chattering away."
The man's eyes began to become pure.
"The Soul-killing Spear, His Majesty Nekaru's great weapon."
"All life in this world, from dragons to ants, from demons to flowers and plants."
"Once stabbed by this spear," Grivet stared at the tip of his spear, his eyes bright, "all the vitality in his body will be lost."
At that moment, the one-eared and lame man's momentum began to change.
It's like entering the most brutal battlefield.
"All life."
"Everywhere."
Giza said nothing.
"The touch of death," Grivet raised his head and emphasized coldly: "It only takes a light touch."
The girl who always had a gentle smile was looking at the gun without emotion at this moment.
His gaze remained unchanged for a long time.
As if he was remembering something.
"This is the unparalleled ability of the legendary anti-demon armed force, the Soul-killing Spear," the heavy sword infantryman who was covered with injuries said in his voice:
"'Kill'."
Grivet withdrew his spear and observed his opponent carefully.
"Every legendary anti-magic weapon is designed to target one or several magic masters."
"And this legendary spear is specially designed to deal with you..."
Grivet blew gently into the gun tip:
"The scourge of blood."
"The enemy of life."
"For you, a guy who cannot be sealed normally, the legendary anti-demon weapon was forged."
The next moment, Grieve's eyes flashed with cold light.
"boom!"
His intact left leg suddenly kicked off the ground, and his strong but disabled body rose up shockingly!
Rushing towards Giza who looked ugly.
The ferocious soul-killing spear thrust out with an invincible aura like a battlefield charge.
"Buzzing..."
In the air, the dark gun tip released pleasant vibrations.