Lord of the Oasis

Hearing Viscount Gibran's hoarse voice, Kant chuckled lightly with obvious sarcasm.

No one standing here is a fool, looking at these figures surrounded by blood mist, he nodded slowly, stretched out his hand and clapped, as if applauding: "I can't believe that Viscount Gibran, the famous general of East County, turned out to be the devil's lackey. "

"Oh, devil's lackey, no no no, I don't like that term."

Viscount Gibran did not get angry at all.

Looking at Kant, he continued to say in a hoarse voice: "I just prayed when I was desperate, and then I received the gift of the supreme power." He paused, and the corners of his mouth cracked into a grin: "You should know clearly about this. , isn't it?"

"I have no idea."

Kant shrugged: "I'm curious too."

He was really curious about it.

Although the East County Leader was also next to the Sangwaya Mountains, he did not understand when the power of the devil appeared.

Not to mention, the legendary general of the Eastern Command, Viscount Gibran, turned out to be a user of demon power, and judging from the current state, he was obviously still a senior demon vassal.

Completely mastered the power of demons.

Almost not humanoid!

"Ah."

Viscount Gibran reminded: "You know, ten years ago, the bloody battle on the north bank of the Reissniston River, a miraculous victory, forged a ten-year peace battle."

"Blood Battle on the North Shore." Kant raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." Viscount Gibran nodded.

"It surprised me that."

Kant shrugged.

Seeing that it was gradually approaching, the red blood mist was also spreading, and he said calmly: "It turned out to be that battle. You used this evil demon power to win."

"No, it's not evil." Viscount Gibran grinned softly: "Only the human heart is evil."

"indeed."

Kant nodded in agreement.

This is the truth.

And Viscount Gibran also stretched out his hand, clicked on Kant, and then clicked on his heart: "Ten years ago, I sent a letter to your grandfather, the Grand Duke of the Lion of the previous generation, but no one came."

Pause slightly.

Viscount Gibran's smile became more ferocious: "Then send a letter to your father."

He walked forward with a dozen figures behind him.

He said slowly: "But your father, Cameron, the current male lion, also has no one to rescue him."

The blood mist filled the air.

Just like faces, staring at Kant in front of them.

Like a never-ending evil spirit.

It is also as if the souls of the innocent are trapped inside and struggling silently.

Kant frowned slightly, possessing the power of a king and the power of the divine, and he was completely on the path of positive energy. He was somewhat uncomfortable and repelled by the evil negative energy in front of him, or the ordinary power of demons.

Bandak's underworld power can at least converge.

The demon power of this Viscount Gibran is completely arrogant to the point where it can't be added!

"Then I could only fight bloody battles with a group of desperate guys, and at the same time I prayed, hoping that the god of war, Edmond, would give me the power to change the situation of the war, but nothing changed, my soldiers were still defeated on the battlefield and were defeated by silver plates. The slaughter of the kingdom's elite troops is as easy as slaughtering a lamb."

Viscount Gibran spoke.

"Then I was annoyed, regretted, and desperate. The supplicant prayed to any existence that could pray, even the legendary demon, just to survive."

he said.

His eyes were red like a strange lamp at night.

Staring at Kant, his mouth cracked open, revealing a smirk that didn't look like a human at all.

"Did you know at that time, Baron Kant, it was really desperate, but my prayer was exchanged for a real existence, willing to give me a chance to live, and gave me this powerful strength at the same time!"

Kant still nodded calmly: "It's a wonderful story, please continue."

The distance between the two sides is less than 3o meters.

The dense blood mist almost rushed towards the face.

But he was not afraid.

There was no panic in his eyes.

It seems that Viscount Gibran, who is in control of the situation now, is venting a certain emotion, but in fact, Kant and the others, who are still in a dormant state, seem to be looking at a fool.

Watch a fool put on a silly show.

3o lion knights think so.

It's just that the performers don't know it.

Still continuing to perform.

"This power is really powerful, breaking through the conventional mortal restrictions. As long as I have enough power, I can impart this power to my disciples, and in the tragic bloody battle, I will gain stronger dominant power!"

Viscount Gibran came to Kant with a grin.

The distance between the two sides is less than 1o meters.

The knight's sword in his hand has long been thrown into the unknown.

However, on that forehead, there was a sharp horn of bones, revealing the blood that had been turned purple due to the blood mist, oozing blood, but it was more like a monster.

More like an abyss demon!

"Roar--"

He roared, not a sound that a normal human could make at all.

Then came the voice: "Baron Kant, the reason why I say so much is because of delaying time, the human body that binds me comes and goes, and turns into the supreme lord of hell demons, the lord of sin, the flamethrasher, The power of Florence incarnate!"

"Whoa whoa whoa-"

An invisible gust of wind suddenly appeared.

The seemingly thick blood mist instantly turned into the outline of a huge demon's head.

The fierce red glow imprinted on the red glow in Viscount Gibran's eyes, with an extreme evil, like oil and gas that was instantly ignited, roaring and roaring to Kant.

"Die! Kant! This is the first step in my revenge against your father!"

Viscount Gibran laughed wildly.

His figure shrouded it.

Behind him, also shrouded in the red blood mist and the endless flames, a dozen figures flashing with red lights rushed out, roaring like monsters, and rushed to the temporary camp.

Others and the blood mist captured their minds, only the madness like a demon, and the rage that killed everything!

"Boooooooo-"

It can appear with the sound of the sword being drawn.

The dozen or so figures were retreating faster than when they rushed.

No, it's not a violent retreat, but a few people were directly cut in two, and they were killed and retreated!

The phantom of the blood-red devil's head that seemed to devour Kant's blood-red devil's head, which whistled past Viscount Gibran, was also directly pierced by a golden and white light between his eyebrows, and immediately began to turn into nothingness.

"Puff puff puff-"

The Sarion Lion Knights moved forward.

The dozen or so figures that rushed over stopped, and there were also many wounds on the purple-red body, and even deep wounds appeared on the chest, abdomen, and between the throat and eyebrows.

There were also a few people who couldn't dodge in time, the strength of their retreat dissipated, and they slumped on the ground directly.

The red glow in both eyes disappeared.

Obviously.

The dead can't die again!

As for Viscount Gibran, who still had a grinning smile on his face in front of him, or the burly humanoid monster more than 2 meters tall, the frenzy and restlessness in his eyes also disappeared, but instead, he was full of uncertainty.

And a little bit of fear!

Kant's whole body burst into golden light.

The power of the king of authority and the divine power of justice are condensed.

It happens to be the nemesis of all negative energy!

Especially the King's Sword in his hand, the golden glow that was as real as it was clenched, almost instantly dispelled the surrounding red blood mist, and even the phantom of the demon's head pierced between the eyebrows slowly vanished into nothingness. .

The demonized Viscount Gibran took a half step back, his eyes full of fear.

"Feel sorry."

Kant opened his mouth and sighed helplessly: "I want to hear you finish those stories. After all, to me, your life experience is very good, and you even have ideas. If you want to attack the East County Leader, you still want to Try to contact you and draw you to my camp."

After a slight pause, looking at the swollen head, the mouth full of sharp teeth, and the skin with the purple-red veins stretched out, he shrugged: "It just doesn't seem to be needed now."

"Kant...Kant...Kant!"

Viscount Gibran let out a whimpering roar.

Saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, and now he doesn't look like a human at all: "I didn't expect you to have such power, and you have fooled everyone, hahaha, you have fooled everyone!"

"Hmm." Kant nodded calmly, watching Viscount Gibran, who was standing in the same place with horror and surprise in his eyes, pretending to be crazy, also swinging his sword helplessly, and a golden beam shot out instantly.

"puff--"

Jinmang is a collection of strong positive energy.

The entangled power exploded on the body of the demon where the negative energy gathered, and half of the shoulder and left arm disappeared directly.

That's right, it disappeared, turned into powder, and even took Viscount Gibran back a few steps, let out a painful howl, and the purple blood flowed out, only to feel that his arm had been severed.

If it weren't for Viscount Gibran's demonization, his physical fitness increased dramatically.

It is estimated that Kant's sword just now.

It can directly wipe out half of his body!

"You... this power... is the sacred power of the Silver Plate Kingdom..."

The demonized Gibran's face was full of grief caused by pain, and in his bloodshot and red eyes, he couldn't hide the horror: "Princess Sophia's hidden artifact... It turns out... you have already obtained it!"

"Artifact?"

Kant frowned slightly.

The movement of wanting to continue swinging the sword also paused slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "I'm very curious, Viscount Gibran, what do you think my mother is hiding?"

"Ha, ha ha, so you don't know!"

But the answer to him was an arrogant and hideous laugh.

Gibran looked at Kant angrily, and the blood mist around him became more intense.

A mysterious and mysterious force exploded in his body with an evil and strange power, and the whole person whistled and instantly turned into a cloud of red mist, rushing towards the southeast.

at the same time.

A voice remains.

"If you want to know, come to the death penalty mountain, there is everything you want to know, Baron Kant, if you want to know the secret of Princess Sophia, then come!"

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