: Sixth year story 077

There was silence on Piazza San Marco.
When so many people gather like a tide in front of you, but still keep this kind of noiselessness, you can completely imagine how shocking what appears in front of them.
The suffocating atmosphere enveloped everyone.
Almost everyone pressed their chests and gasped. Was also contained. The dark light radiated,
From the one on the square. On the temporary platform, a suffocating light was emitted.
This is, the arrival of the Devil Emperor?
In this crowd of people who are all wearing masks to hide their true colors, the idiot looks through the iron mask on his face at the giant long sword enshrined on the platform.
It was a sword that was slightly shorter than that of the long sword, with a thick blade. Ten eyes were carved into a straight line on the sword body, forming a strange totem.
The body of the sword is double-edged and wavy, and the sharp blade just looks at it and feels it wants to drink blood. The hilt of the sword is made like a claw, and the four claws extend toward the body of the sword, as if using this claw to grip the bloodthirsty long blade.
Compared to being blocked by layers of iron chains and looking unpretentiously dark, this sword showed a more domineering dark atmosphere. Compared to the darkening, it can also give people a little old feeling. This sword is brilliant, without concealing its own splendor.
Under the drizzle, the entire sky seemed to be moved.
Yu cried.
The waterways in the Wenitz River also surging.
The devil seemed to dance over the entire city, instilling some of the most terrifying "ideas" into the hearts of most people here,
"Goo, coo,"
In an open-air tea room on the third floor around the square, a burly, 17-year-old boy with a mask was short of breath.
His fists were clenched, and his eyes under the mask seemed to be uncontrollably looking at the blade that was glowing with darkness. As his breathing became more and more anxious, his steps were also involuntarily raised. Step forward,
Snapped.
Beside him, a young man with a golden mask threw a broken ancient sword in his hand against the burly boy's abdomen in good time. After the fat boy was in pain, he recovered, his eyes humbled back behind the blond young man, and stood side by side with another boy with glasses and freckles.
The young man in the golden mask snorted, sat back in his seat very casually, and took a sip of the brewed black tea in one hand. When looking at the magic sword on the square again, the corners of his mouth under the golden mask raised a hint of excitement and an expectant smile.
Come on, who can become the master of the magic sword?
Who can become the supreme demon?
However, the moment you were recognized as the Lord, you became the target of me and my sword.
Since ancient times, the holy demons have never been incompatible. Come on" Let me see, what kind of person will you choose. Come and become my opponent?!
The corner of his mouth continued to emit a smile.
It's not just the excitement about the upcoming powerhouse. Even more with incomparable contempt and confidence.
With this cut, a group of people finally walked onto the platform behind the magic sword. These people first hold up an extra-large umbrella, and then put a well-decorated seat under the umbrella. After waiting for the group to withdraw. A young king in his thirties who was surrounded by many people walked onto the platform aggressively.
"Your Majesty is here!!!"
The messenger shouted, and everyone on the square bowed their heads to show respect to the king. The idiot also bowed his head. He only looked up again after a sentence of "no gift" was posted on the platform. At this moment, he saw two people.
One is that he visited Fengchuansha six months ago to help himself get rid of the silver bullet Einstein. The priest who fought against the shield of God, Charlton.
And the one who sat in the chair, did not hide the excitement on his face, and showed a little superficial smile, thinking it was the new king of the Kingdom of Death.
"If the Kingdom of Death Mian continues like this", it is not far from subjugation. "
The idiot didn't look back, but Xingli next to him kept talking
"As a king, he would be so superficial and so happy. Having knights as loyal as Wang Darufu and Mohammed. Even letting them die in an unexplained private fight. That's it. The beginning of the country’s collapse
Who is Xing Li talking to?
Maybe she was just talking to herself.
The idiot recalled the battle he had fought with the two men, and couldn't help feeling a little bit shy in his heart. If the biggest setback I have encountered in the intellectual warfare is being played in the hands of the "prophet" twice, then in the armed warfare, the two people really let themselves realize that "there is only to flee desperately, not to fight back Copies"
As the King of Death took his seat, the extremely quiet square became quieter.
The drizzle made a rustle in the air.
And everyone is also watching the stage, watching the death king, and the priest Charlton who is negotiating with the king and holding manuscript paper.
But at this moment,
"He" hehehe" funny. It's really "so funny." "
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the idiot's right arm! The pitch-black chain began to squirm slowly, and the slight tingling not only made the idiot notice the darkness, but also made him realize that there was some excitement in this sword.
What is it excited about?
Are you excited about the magic sword that is displayed?
Or,,
"Hehehe, human boy, why don't you let me tell you something interesting? At the same time. I hope you can listen to this interesting thing not to ignore me like you did before. Because of me The next thing to say is very important and very interesting for you."
The chain moved away, revealing the blood-colored pupils inside.
"You raise your gaze and look in the direction of the old o'clock ahead. There, you should see a skull mask on his face, different from others on his waist, with two scabbards inserted in it. The man with two swords."
The idiot Yiyan raised his head and glanced forward. Sure enough, standing next to the platform was a man wearing a skull mask with a saber on his waist. Looking at the clothing, that person should be the guard of the Kingdom of Death, and other people in the same clothing and wearing the same mask are standing around the platform in an enveloping shape, forming a protective line. Be a barrier to prevent others from stepping onto the platform.