Chapter 266: Asylum

"I am a noble from the kingdom of Aub, you can't kill me!" The pale aristocratic youth shouted loudly when he saw the teenager who reached out to him, his face full of panic.
He recognized who the young man who had suddenly overturned the roof. This existence actually hit him.
He felt death approaching for the first time, and he had no chance to resist at all. He just hoped that his identity would make this a little jealous.
Muria's face did not change at all, reaching down and pressing down, everything in the room, including the young aristocracy and the old housekeeper next to it, exploded in an instant, and the pungent blood was permeated.
"Well, she's still a worshiper." Muria looked at the translucent ghost in the room with a little surprise. Its appearance was exactly like that of the aristocratic youth. Its appearance was shrouded in a layer of almost light. Invisible golden light.
This is a symbol of the asylum protection, and also the reason why he can survive the soul under Muria's palm. As for the soul of the old housekeeper, it is naturally annihilated directly under Muria's palm.
"God, huh!" Muria pulled out his dangling magic sword, and swept towards the soul, and the invisible layer of golden light on the surface of the soul broke instantly, screaming in the sword light and disappearing.
"People who touched me still want to go to the kingdom of the gods? Let's go silent!" Muria sneered, and then the body turned into a golden rainbow, and flew towards another noble manor.
Because of the undisguised movement when Muria just shot, everyone in the Patrick fortress, or that part of the city, saw it. Soon there were bold adventurers sneaking in and discovering the tragic death in his estate. noble.
Then the news came out: a noble was killed, and the shot was the Golden Dragon who saw off the samurai at the gate of the city.
The news was so hot that the whole city suddenly boiled. Muria's popularity in this city is very high. Even if he has not seen him, he has basically heard of it.
"How did that aristocrat provoke the King Jinlong? I heard that he died so terribly, not even the complete body."
"You can't guess this? Yesterday the adult just promised to shelter a demon knight, but it took less than a day to work, the demon knight was assassinated. How did you say this noble provokes King Jinlong? Body. "
"This aristocrat is the one who planned to assassinate the Demon Knight? Then he is really a goddamn!"
"Deserve it! This garbage is best to die!"
"Even the guardians of our human race have killed, and these swarms of pigs are full of excrement."
... while the adventurers and residents in the city were still talking about the first aristocracy killed by Muria, he killed six other aristocrats in succession, each time without concealing his whereabouts. Yu All in and out of the noble manor house.
Soon, Muria's unbridled operations were intercepted by the strongest man in the city.
"Golden Dragon, I know those stupid offends your dignity, but if you act like this, you are contempt of my Aub Kingdom, stop it!" The thick-eyed, burly general that Muria had ever seen stood in the air Stand in front of him.
This is a third-order human being, with eleven souls behind it looming, slowly spinning.
"Go away!" Muria shook the corners of her mouth, then, raising her hand, the hurricane howled, condensed into a giant palm of wind more than ten meters, and fanned at the general.
"Ha!" The general with a serious face shouted loudly, and the ring of soul behind him shone brightly, and the bright light of enmity covered him all over.
This momentum has attracted all the attention of adventurers who are already in a state of excitement in this city-there are too many nobles who die today.
"Boom!" A huge explosion sounded, and the huge palm of the wind shot by Muria fell on this soul-general general. The air explosion ring generated by the collision of the two forces spread and swept the population almost 100 times. Thousands of fortress cities blew up a lot of people who ran out to watch, their hair flying.
"Boom!" Then everyone in the city saw that under the angry palm of the Lord Jinlong, the strongest human in their city was slaped directly into the ground, and the soot from the sky was as high as Nearly a hundred meters, the whole city can be seen.
Then there is no more. The general who just returned to power never climbed up and flew into the sky. It seemed to be defeated by Jinlong in the palm of his hand ...
Muria glanced at the general buried in the billowing smoke below, and continued to fly to the next family according to the candidates on the noble list. All of these nobles had to be liquidated ...
"General, are you okay!" Below, just as the general landed, his lieutenant rushed up eagerly and looked at him with anxiety.
"Do I look like something?" The gray-faced general was sitting in a pile of sand and dust, looking up at the pillar of smoke above his head, and there was a tinge of light in his eyes: "Now everyone in the city should know that I am a human The golden dragon in the form flew away with a slap. "
"Relax, General, the earth I am casting is dust, and the soil in this area has all been turned into the finest sand and dust. You can now smash it down and lift up the smoke column. Everyone at Patrick Fortress can see it. To be clear. "
When he heard the words of his deputy, the general shook his lips: "Can't you care about how big I was assaulted this time? When I go back, I will definitely be laughed at by those guys for twenty years."
"This is nothing you can do," the lieutenant said comfortably. "The golden dragon was unwilling to keep a low profile and secretly slaughtered the nobles who had their heads in the water. Only the generals could sacrifice your face."
"I'm sitting in the command room and watching Jin Long kill all the silly forks that have always dragged me down, isn't it good? Why should I come out and lose this face, special!"
"The King Dragon is in such a big trouble. You don't respond to the general, you can't explain it to the House of Representatives." The deputy advised bitterly.
"Huh, I can explain now, but I have lost all of my face." The general said angrily.
"The general is angry, and the last step is not completed yet. Come on, lie down, I will bleed some blood with you, so that I can find someone to carry you back from the street with the most traffic."
"You're enough. Do you still think that my lost face is not enough? I discussed with that golden dragon in advance, pretending to have hit him, as far as disguised as a serious injury?"
"General, isn't it to pretend to be worse? It's a matter of course, you promised this plan beforehand."
"I believed your evil at first, and actually agreed with your broken plan." The general hummed, and then reluctantly lay down.
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To one side, Muria looked at the man in front of the empty manor, glanced at the shivering servants kneeling at his feet, and his eyes were indifferent, "What about your master?"
"Take ... take the steward, run ... run." A maid replied bravely, her voice trembling.
"Where did you go?" Muria asked indifferently. He didn't plan what the maids could give him, but the result was beyond his expectation ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The master fled back to An Dee's land, which is the land of his father, Lord Count Andy. "
"It seems that this guy is just an unimportant son-in-law to his father." Muria looked at this manor, which was very large for civilians, but extremely shabby to the earl's son.
"Sir." Seeing that Muria didn't seem to intend to kill them, the daring maid once again respectfully said, "Will you come for the assassination mission commissioned by the host yesterday?"
"What do you know?" Muria raised her eyebrows, and looked at the maid under her feet a bit.
"This commission was issued by Lord Count Andy to the owner, who was reluctant to execute it at first."
"I see." Muria nodded and rose into the sky.
Next, he went to find the remaining aristocrats on the list, without exception, all fled. These aristocrats are not fools. Such a big movement is not noticeable, and it is really a fool to notice that they have not run Already.