Chapter 183 Gentle Kiss

Do not.

Tyres slowly bite the back molars.

He can't give up.

It is not over yet.

still have a chance.

Didn't the black sword say it... a strong person...

Take all the factors into consideration and bet on all the chips!

Just for the final victory.

Chips.

What other chips do I have?

Tyres gently gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down in just a few seconds.

After only practicing for a month, he could hardly be used for the North Army military swordsmanship.

Far beyond the physical load, the prison river can hardly be used again...

The net of the world lost in countless flesh and blood...

Just turned him into a shadow that is not invading, inexplicable magic...

The title of the prince of stars, the identity of the candidate of the magician...

Do not.

and many more.

and also.

There is still a chip.

The last is the same.

Tyres stared at the first monster that ran towards him, clenching his fists.

Giza's smile is getting easier.

The next moment, Tyres gritted his teeth and leaned to the back, swaying his trembling right hand.

When he retracted his hand, there was already a weapon on it.

That is a trivial dagger.

The side of the dagger is contaminated with blood inside the tentacle.

The front edge shows two letters.

J.C.

Looking at his move, Giza gave a slight glimpse.

Tyres gasped, facing the monsters that were close at hand, shaking and lifting the dagger.

"Dagger?" The magician snorted. "That's not the legendary anti-magic armor - do you want to stab me with that stuff?"

dagger.

Giza quietly looked at the boy holding the dagger, surrounded by monsters and slammed.

This scene.

Really familiar, isn't it?

Tyres squatted on the floor, licking his lips, weakening and pulling open the iron body, blocking the first monster.

"clang!"

"No." Taylors rolled a painfully to avoid the monster's sharp thorns, only to feel the muscles of his body getting sore.

He gasped and looked up at him, ignoring the other monsters that continued to run toward him, and looked back at the blood magician.

"Not stabbing you..."

The next moment, Giza couldn't help but look at the boy and put the dagger into his left hand.

Just listen to Tyre's faintly authentic:

"It is stabbing myself."

Two monsters plunged into his arms and extended a sharp thorn to him.

The boy whose face was gray and defeated was just a slap in the palm of his hand.

Pain and warmth, and came from the palm of your hand.

At the limit of physical strength, Tyres’ eyes were scattered, allowing several monsters to pounce on his body.

Throw him down.

The familiar feeling of scalding, which came from the body, slowly turned into a burning sensation.

There was a scene in front of Taylors.

He raised his dagger and rushed to the fierce Quaid.

He was kneeling on the back of Yala, and the two flew in the streets.

In the dungeon of the Manor Manor, he reached out to the lock on Rolf's body.

He stood in the hall of the stars, gritted his teeth, and spoke to the princes of the kingdom.

He was tied with his hands and faced the victory of Serena, who got up.

He hugged Arak's neck tightly in the **** collar of the black sand collar.

He struggled to pick up the epee in front of the five grandfathers of Exeter.

Under the compelling eyes of Ahidah and Black Sword, his scalp raised his hand in numbness.

[It’s just another game. 】

A familiar and gentle voice rang in his ear.

Hot and burning sensation is getting stronger.

He needs to win.

Need to end it all.

Need the best means.

need……

Giza narrowed his eyes and looked at countless little monsters. He rushed to Tyres on the ground and covered him tightly.

"Hey..."

She is very satisfied.

She knows that her little cutes will mercilessly kill the boy who is not a magician but inexplicably slammed.

But it is also at this time.

The blood magician is like what he feels, and he is shocked!

what?

I saw a red light, leaking from the pile of monsters in the direction of the boy.

Then the second, third, fourth...

The light is getting more and more radiant, illuminating the flesh and blood.

Giza looked at the scene with amazement.

Until those dark monsters tremble!

A few fly ash, floating from the cracks of the dense monsters.

More and more ashes.

The dark monsters are falling weakly, shrinking, dissolving, and coking.

Then turn it into ashes.

Finally, most of the dark monsters disappeared, leaving only a few to escape and hide, escaping.

The blood magician incredulously despised the boy who had climbed up from countless flesh and ashes.

"how come……"

Tyres squatted on the floor, his right hand pressed his knees and bent down to gasp.

He almost broke his teeth.

I don't know when.

The head of the net world - the magical red sword that has been lost, has reappeared in the left hand where he could not shake.

The sword front is red and the light is shining.

"Is your ability?" Giza looked ugly at the left and right of Taylors, as if he was going to stare his palm out of a hole: "No, you are going further and further on the path of misfortune..."

Tyres frowned.

unfortunately?

"Magician... This is not a gift or a blessing..." The magician slowly said, his eyes were full of sternness and hatred: "It is a curse and a bad luck..."

Tyles was on the ground, listening to her words, holding the head of the world that suddenly appeared in the left hand, and took a sip.

"enough!"

The second prince screamed angrily.

Giza stopped the conversation and looked at him strangely.

"The madman who doesn't listen to people," Taylors tried to stand up from the ground. "Give me the best!"

He stepped forward and a sword smashed an intercepted tentacle into ashes.

"Ahidah wants to force me to become a magician," said Tyres, who felt that his foot was vain and his body was uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth and walked step by step: "And you want to stop me from becoming a magician?" ”

"Go to you," said Ters, gasping. "Go to you."

The blood magician looked at him quietly.

"To come to this world, what I have done is always the same."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and was a sword. He tried to sneak a monster on his left leg and pierced it. He watched it turn into a fly ash under the sword.

"Struggle, survive, nothing more," Taylors took a hard step forward, "whether it is a nephew or a prince."

Giza narrowed his eyes and his eyes were complicated and deep.

"But I don't like the world. I want to be free to choose and choose the life I want," Taylors sucked into the air, which was full of stench and sour, and hoarsely:

"Choose the self I want to be - don't need to be pushed, forced, or taken away by anyone else!"

"I am struggling for this."

Tyres walked to Giza and looked determined and determined.

"This is me."

"Tells Comet."

The blood magician stared at him with death and did not say a word.

But the next moment, the difference is steep!

"boom!"

It was like a torrent of water, pouring from the blood vessels to the body of Tyres!

In an instant, Teres only felt a tear, from the head of the world to the hand.

Just like someone is cutting his palm.

Thales bowed his head and looked at the head of the world of the world - only the red light above it was growing.

what happened?

The next moment, this cut-like pain is upgraded to severe pain!

Spread to the whole body.

"Ah!"

Taylor couldn't stand it anymore, his face was twisted and he couldn't help but scream.

The Net World Front is rejecting him...

The pain was transmitted from the arm to the body, causing Tyres to tremble and fall to the ground.

bad……

bad!

It feels more and more painful - as if this weapon is destroying everything about him!

He remembered:

Legendary anti-magic armed... is the magician's - nemesis?

In the pain and trembling, Thales swayed the head of the world in his hands... but he couldn’t take it off!

Just like it has been stuck on the hand.

He regretted the words of Serena.

He also remembered the tingling sensation that was given to him when he was not on the back of Arak.

But the sting at that time was completely incomparable to the current pain!

At this time, Giza laughed.

"You are still younger," Taylors couldn't believe to look at the expression of the blood magician, listening to her softly: "I want to deal with me, so I must get the legendary anti-magic armed, is it? You? It’s also a success – use your unfinished magic energy.”

"But ah...have you almost forgotten it," Giza sighed. "Is it a half magician?"

"Ah!" Taylors screamed in pain.

The panic hit again.

Giza...

Is she even good at this point?

He remembered Giza's words: [That's not the legendary anti-magic armor - do you want to stab me with that stuff? 】

So... Taylors remorsefully thought: At that time, she has already hinted at herself and made arrangements for her possible counterattacks afterwards.

Just to limit his vision to the back of the world?

"Hehehe," the blood magician shook his head and said: "Look, this is one of the sorrows of the magician - this little thing can suppress us."

"Even if you are not a real magician, the magic energy you have used before is enough to make it work."

"And if you really become a magician..."

Giza looked at the screaming Tyles, put away a smile, and his eyes were sad:

"As early as you touch it, you will lose consciousness and strength forever and enter the eternal seal."

Taylors was completely in no mood to listen to her words, he only felt that he was about to be swallowed by the power that was emitted from the sword front!

"Don't worry, let me help you out."

Giza sighed.

"If you become a magician is your inevitable fate," just listen to the magician faintly said: "Let me come to save you."

"As I promised."

save?

Save a fart!

Tyres closed his eyes and endured the rejection of him by the Net King.

He really wants to let go.

But in the extreme pain, his face is distorted, but he can't even feel his hand.

Giza took a deep breath, and with the consciousness of the magician, it was a group of tentacles, growing from the flesh and blood of the body of Tells.

Slowly aim at the boy who was repelled by the legendary anti-magic armed forces and could not move.

Once again, Giza showed a pleasant smile.

The flesh and blood at the feet of Tyres became traps and trapped him.

The tentacle draws a sharp sharp thorn and prepares for the next round of attack.

Do not.

Tyres closed his eyes and his body was shaking.

Do not!

Just at this time.

A blazing sensation similar to that of the first time when you took the Chou Shifeng, suddenly uploaded from your hand!

The red light on the sword's front gathered in real terms and passed along the sword front to the left hand of Taylors.

Taylors is a spirit!

At that moment, he was like being touched by a hand.

It seems that even the pain has eased?

I saw that the red light continued to follow the lines of the blood vessels on the back of the left hand of Taylor, and slowly climbed up.

It looks like a glowing blood flowing through a blood vessel, which is extremely strange.

I don't know why, after the rush of the world of the world to make him feel the hot red light, and into his body, Taylor suddenly felt: the sense of cutting and rejection, actually began to reduce!

Thales took a breath—he held his breath for too long in the extreme pain, and even forgot to breathe—re-feeling his hand.

The pain that cuts and destroys is slowly degraded into a sting that can be tolerated a little.

What is the principle?

Can actually ... ease the rejection of the legendary anti-magic armed forces?

Tyres trembled, and his doubts about the sword deepened a lot.

But he was saved after all.

Tyres stood up slowly

He looked up and looked at Giza fixedly, his eyes showing a strange look.

Giza looked at him and noticed his abnormality: "You..."

Tyres looked at her and looked at the flesh-and-blood traps under her feet and the tentacles of her body. She felt the tingling sensation and blazing sensation from her sword.

"Maybe I will become a magician one day," he said, only listening to Tyre's feelings on his hands, slowly saying: "But it is not because of the inevitable fate, or the choice."

The Giza pupils on the "wall" shrank.

"But because I want to be a magician myself."

Tyres bit his lower lip and bowed his head.

"I will use my own eyes to see what a magician is, and to judge and understand what is magic."

“What kind of strength will you get and what kind of risks you face.”

"Then, I will decide whether or not to become a magician," Taylors looked up, and his eyes were unquestionable and determined: "And, what kind of magician."

"It doesn't matter how far you can climb and what kind of scenery you want. It's important - it must be my own choice."

"This is what I have been in this world, I have been struggling and working hard for it."

Taylors finally spit out a sigh of relief.

Then he raised his sword, crossed the trap under his feet, and the tentacles around him.

In the ashes, Tells regained his trembling legs and stood up.

Giza has a look.

"Hugh think!"

The girl opened her lips and her eyes were cold.

Soon, Tyres felt the foot sway!

Before letting him fall to the ground, the continuous vibration of Jianfeng’s hands disappeared again at the foot of Tyres!

Tyres was swaying and crumbling.

But he had an experience, and Taylor responded with a quick squat, pressing down the upper body, and at the same time inserting the hunch of the world into the flesh and blood under his feet.

Let him not fall again.

The flesh and blood emit a scorching "sweet" sound, slowly dissolve, evaporate, and blacken.

Then turn into ashes.

The ground made up of flesh and blood, shrinking in the shock, seems to be in pain.

Giza made a resentful anger.

Fortunately, Tyres secretly said: In the face of the same vibration, he stood still.

The next thing to do is...

"Forget it."

Giza, in front of him a dozen steps, said coldly: "You can't stand up, you can't get close to me, and the public seals me with that weapon."

Tyres frowned.

"Let's take a look..."

The flesh around the tyros rose again, and the outline of a monster was born.

The Blood Magician narrowed his eyes and stared at the cleansing wing of Tyres on the ground:

"Your sword... is it used to balance or destroy the enemy?"

That moment.

Taylors suddenly had a wonderful feeling.

The surrounding monsters were born from flesh and blood, but Taylors didn't pay attention to them - he even didn't even care about what kind of them they were.

He seems to have entered that state again.

The previous feeling of being isolated and thinking is coming up again.

Just... no "before" so thorough, so wonderful, then... enjoy.

Taylor looked at Giza in the distance.

A dozen steps away.

Under the endless ground tremor, I couldn’t stand even if I stood still.

but……

Although it seems to be far away from him.

But somehow, Tyres knows that his sword can stab Giza.

Yes.

With this in mind, the tingling sensation in my hand suddenly increased!

Taylor smiled slightly.

He has some understanding.

He knows that this state of him seems to be able to use more magic energy?

Even though he doesn't even know what the magic is.

but……

Since the hunch of the world has become more and more exclusive to him -

That's right.

Thales opened his mouth and smiled.

Giza is expressionless, and her monsters are heading towards Tyres again.

But Tyres just gasped and slammed the head of the world.

Then pull it out!

At the moment when countless flesh-and-blood monsters rushed toward him, Thales squatted on the ground, raised the head of the pure world in his hand, and gently pushed against Giza, which was a dozen steps away.

boom!

The sound of blood vessels rang in his ear.

At that moment, the head of the world gave Tyres pain and cut, and his rejection was unprecedented!

But Taylor doesn't care.

He succeeded.

Giza lowered his head in disbelief.

"When..." the girl asked questioningly.

I don't know when.

Taylor has crossed the distance of a dozen steps in an instant.

He is kneeling in front of the magician.

The red sword front in his hand has been deeply immersed in Giza Red - the bare abdomen.

Tyres has a light expression.

Giza trembled and stared at his wound, and looked at Taylors again.

But in the next second, the girl’s face was relieved.

As if she has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"So, this is our end."

Giza, as if he didn't care, was an understatement.

Disregarding his own abdomen, a legendary anti-magic arm is being inserted.

Tyres pulled back the net of the world.

Blood oozes from the front of the sword and the girl's abdomen.

Then slowly evaporate and dissolve.

Even the tissue with the abdomen is withered and coking.

At that moment, Tyres retired from that wonderful state.

Tyres took a deep breath, as if the first air that had surfaced.

Many emotions returned to his mind again.

He stared blankly at the head of the net in his hands.

He raised his gaze and looked at the **** magician with a soft face and a relaxed expression.

"Working hard, boy."

Giza slowly reached out and gently stroked the face of Teres: "Take care of yourself."

I don't know why, Taylors only thinks that this moment of Giza is full of complicated feelings.

"Sorry, I have not been able to help you." Giza softly.

what happened?

Taylor's breathing gradually stabilized.

"I'm sorry." Giza's eyes oozing a little bit of crystal: "The next road, you have to go."

At that moment, against such a girl, Taylors could not afford any hostility.

The pleasant girl slowly bowed her head, and the purple-red lines on her body gradually faded.

She gently lowered her soft lips on Taylor's forehead...

Gentle kiss.

Tyres trembled slightly!

Looking at the reaction of Tyres, Giza smirked and then slowly exhaled:

"Be careful with Ahidah."

This is the last sentence of the blood magician, Giza Truman.

The next moment, the girl with a gentle smile began to split from the face.

Her face, along with her smile, like a broken sculpture, slowly scatters.

Then there is the neck, chest, abdomen... whole body.

In just a few seconds, the blood magician, together with the inside of this huge tentacle, turned into countless ashes.

The night sky of Longyan City reappeared in front of Taylors.

The ashes flew up.

It seems like countless black butterflies.

It’s scattered all over the sky.

In the distance, all the creatures of blood can make the creations, flesh and blood, monsters, tentacles, and residual limbs - all withered, coking, and dissolved at the same time.

It is ashes.

Only Teres was left alone, and he was obsessed with the head of the world. He did not know why he looked around the fly ash and went with the wind.

I actually got two more!

Hurry up and praise me!

Reward, ticket, come to the bowl!

(End of this chapter)