Chapter 82: Sometimes you ca n’t turn a blind eye

Under the dark night sky.
Under the night sky covered by thick smoke.
The brilliant light flashed again.
The old jazz once again crossed the sky.
As always,
Him,
Going forward!
Standing in front of the office window, Telcon had already changed his coat that made him feel bound, but put on a cloak and watched the old jazz that turned to him as the glory. There was surprise in his long eyes.
"A glorious blow?"
Telkon whispered to himself.
Then, an expression of extreme contempt appeared on his face.
"Glory?"
"Oh, glory?"
"Exists in people's hearts, counts on the glory of people's hearts ... ridiculous."
"Strength is everything that determines right and wrong!"
Whispered to himself, a strong black death air gathered in Telcon's hands.
Then,
Did not go underground.
Is like a starting gun.
A black chain as thick as an arm, flying straight out of the ground, winding towards the old jazz.
"Know you are here."
"How could I not prepare?"
Telcon stared at the old jazz who was about to be 'blocked' and said.
A glorious blow, powerful?
very powerful!
Has the ability to turn things around.
but,
Only one hit!
After a blow, the dust disappeared.
Therefore, he specially prepared a similar blow.
However, at the next moment, the face of Tercon won the face stiffened.
A small light, covered by the glory of the old jazz, hit the black chain in advance.
In the glory, the servant ... No, it was ‘slave’ Eric with a smile.
"Born by glory, Mr. Knight."
Eric said with a smile.
"Death to glory, servant boy."
The old jazz responded, the faster the charge.
Behind,
The light goes out.
Ahead,
The gun is like a dragon.
Huh!
Telkon's body was penetrated, and with great force, he broke the wall and rushed out of the house.
"Impossible!"
"How can a first-order servant learn to" honor a blow! ""
"This is impossible!"
Terkan shouted incredulously.
Is not just because a first-order servant learned the ‘glory blow’.
Also because the other party should have died long ago.
Because of such news, he should have known it for a long time, and the focus is right.
There is no doubt that someone is counting him.
But Telcon couldn't care so much at the moment.
He gathered his life again.
He has many secret techniques.
There are enough ceremonies.
As long as he is given time, he will not necessarily lose!
It's a pity that the old jazz won't give him a chance.
"'Knight's Servant' is also 'Knight'!"
The voice fell.
The spear burst suddenly.
Boom!
Telkon crushed his bones, the knight's power expelled all the dead energy, and the sublimation attack brought by the glorious blow cut off any possibility of the opponent's rebirth.
As Telcon died, the resurrected corpses fell again.
氤氲 's death like mist, began to disperse.
The old jazz floating in the sky, like a real body, began to fall apart.
But he ignored it.
Lord did not destroy.
The city he guards.
Is still there.
This,
enough.
enough.
Lowered his head, the smiling old jazz finally looked at Lord, his body collapsed directly, turned into a little crystal clear light, and fell down with the wind, spreading the whole Lord land.
"Beta, why did you choose" Knight "?" ’
‘It ’s because of your humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, honesty, and justice, so you became a knight, right? ’
‘No, teacher, because of pride, namelessness, selfishness, cowardice, cold blood, dullness, hypocrisy, extremeness, just like all human beings, we must be knights below! ’
‘Do you know it ’s hard to do this? ’
‘Know. ’
‘But, someone always has to do it. ’
‘Do you know what such a person is called? ’
‘Is ... a fool? ’
'Do not! ’
'Yes……'
‘Hero! ’
The sound of wind.
Gradually subsided.
The sound dissipated and disappeared.
People raised their heads and looked at the dark night sky.
There is nothing there.
But what seems to exist.
And when everyone looked up at the night sky, a figure walked leisurely into Pea Street and into Pea Street 10.
Everyone turned a blind eye to this person.
Let this person walk to the underground hall.
Walked on the steps, the wide cloak dragged directly on the ground, and fell with the footsteps of the figure downward.
The brisk whistle, with a good mood of the figure.
"Boo!"
"Night, night, come."
"The black lamb is dancing."
"He came, he came."
"Go to bed quickly."
"Go to bed quickly."
Suddenly, the brightly lit underground hall became dark.
The sense of silence and withering fills it.
Although it returned to normal in an instant, it was discovered by Jason, who was more than twice as perceptible as ordinary people.
He walked out of the tent.
Saw at a glance the man standing at the entrance of the hall wearing a wide cloak, completely covering his face.
The other party also saw Jason.
"Very keen perception."
"It's worthy of being a 'night watchman.'"
"But sometimes it's not good to perceive if it's too sharp, Jason."
The other party shouted Jason's name directly.
Jason was unmoved.
Simply lifted the 'Winchester Brothers' slightly and pointed the gun at each other.
"As rude as your teacher."
The other party glanced at the muzzle and evaluated it like this, then the other party approached.
boom!
The projectile of the lever shotgun missed.
Or to be precise, the other party avoided.
Jason's pupil shrank.
Although the threat of firearms to people on the mysterious side has become smaller, most of them are still hard to resist. As such people on the mysterious side who directly avoid bullets, Jason is the first to see.
"Kurz is really poor."
"If he is not vengeful, how could he die in your hands?"
"Jason, I want to ask you a question."
"Do you think Kurz is right or wrong?"
The other party walked slowly while talking ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Kurz!
The other party is the Kurz teacher!
Jason's eyes narrowed slightly, not concealing his intention to kill.
"Kurz is right or wrong."
"but,"
"You who have arranged all this, it!"
He was drinking low.
"Ah."
"It's really the same as your teacher."
"It's all so stubborn."
"And you are so stubborn, I must not let me easily take away the trophy"?
The other party chuckled.
Loot?
The body of the old jazz?
Jason immediately clenched the gun handle.
Moved his foot slightly, so that his body completely blocked the way into the tent.
Although,
For the humanities here.
Geography about here.
To the folk customs here.
The power here.
He did not understand.
What he did was to live.
However, the body of the old Jazz, he did not allow anyone in front of him to blaspheme.
This is dangerous.
Even life-threatening.
Yes, Jason still chooses to do this.
Because there are some things, if you see them, but if you do n’t see them ...
Then,
Is meaningless to be alive.
Might as well be walking dead.
Call!
Jason took a deep breath and put away the obviously useless 'Winchester Brothers'.
He slowly put on the ice hockey mask that the old jazz gave him, held the broad-blade short-handed machete in his right hand, raised his left hand, extended his index finger, and ticked the opponent.
"Come!"