Chapter 391: .The secret of the so-called artifact

Listening to the hoarse voice of Viscount Gibran, Kant chuckled, with obvious sarcasm.
No one standing here was a fool. Looking at these figures covered in blood mist, he nodded slowly and reached out to pat, as if applauding: "I really can't think of that, Viscount Gibran, the leader of the East County, was originally a devil's running dog. "
"Oh, the devil's running dog, no no no, I don't like this term."
Viscount Gibran was not angry at all.
Looking at Kant, he continued to say in a hoarse voice: "I just prayed in despair, and then received the gift of supreme power." He paused, his mouth cracked and smiled: "For this, you should know clearly , Isn't it?"
"I do not know."
Kant shrugged at this: "It's also curious."
He was really curious about it.
Although the Eastern Junling was also next to the Sunwaya Mountains, he did not know when the power of the demon appeared.
I don’t even know that the legendary star of the East County, Viscount Gibran, is actually a user of demonic power, and looking at the current state, it is obviously still a senior-level demonic vassal.
Fully mastered the power of demons.
Almost no humanoid!
"Ah."
Viscount Gibran reminded: "You know, ten years ago, that battle on the north bank of the Ristniston River, a miraculous victory, created a ten-year battle of peace."
"The battle on the North Shore." Kant raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Viscount Gibran nodded.
"It surprised me that."
Kant shrugged.
Seeing approaching gradually, the red blood mist was also filled, and still calmly said: "It turned out to be that battle, you used this evil demon power to win."
"No, this is not evil." Viscount Gibran chuckled softly: "Only the heart of mankind is evil."
"indeed."
Kant nodded in agreement.
This is the truth.
The Viscount Gibran also reached out, lit Kant, and then clicked on his heart position: "Ten years ago, I sent a letter to let your grandfather, the lion granddaughter of the last generation rescue, but no one came."
There was a slight pause.
The smile of Viscount Gibran was even more grim: "Then send a letter to your father."
He walked forward with a dozen figures behind him.
Slowly said: "But your father, now the lion Grand Duke Cameron, also no one came to rescue."
The blood mist filled.
Just like faces, staring at Kant in front of them.
Evil spirits that never seem to be born.
It also seems that the soul of the innocent is stuck in it and is struggling silently.
Kant frowned slightly, with the power of the king and the sacred power, he was completely taking the path of positive energy. He was a little uncomfortable and repulsive to the evil negative energy in front of him, or the ordinary power of the devil.
Bandak’s underworld power can at least converge.
The demonic power of this Viscount Gibran is completely arrogant to the point of nothing!
"Then I could only fight with a group of desperate guys, and at the same time I prayed that the of war Emund would give me the power to change the battle situation, but nothing changed, my soldiers were still defeated on the battlefield and were beaten by the silver plate The killing of the elite troops of the kingdom is as easy as the slaughter of lambs."
Viscount Gibran spoke.
"Then I was annoyed, regretted, and desperate. Anything that the supplicant could pray for, even the legendary devil, prayed to live."
He said.
The red eyes are like strange lights at night.
Staring at Kant closely, his mouth cracked open, revealing a grin that was not humanoid at all.
"Did you know that at that time, Baron Kant, it was really desperate, but my prayers in exchange for real existence, willing to give me a chance to live, and at the same time gave me this powerful power!"
Kant nodded calmly: "It's a wonderful story, please continue."
The distance between the two sides is less than 3o meters.
The blood mist was almost flushed.
But he was not afraid.
There was no panic in his eyes.
The Viscount Gibran, who seems to be in control of the situation now, seems to be in control of the situation, but in fact, Kant, who is still dormant, is like watching a fool.
Watch a fool performing a stupid performance.
3o famous lion knights think so.
It's just that the performer doesn't know it.
Continue to perform.
"This power is really powerful, and it breaks through the conventional restrictions. As long as I have enough power, I can impart this power to my disciples, and will gain a stronger dominating power in the fierce battle!"
Viscount Gibran came to Kant with a smile.
The distance between the two sides is only 1o meters.
The knight's sword in his hand no longer knew where it was thrown.
However, the forehead, but the horns of bones appeared in abundance, revealing the skin that had been turned into purple by blood mist, and the oozing blood was ticking, but it was more like a monster.
More like an abyss demon!
"Roar--"
He roared, which was not a normal human voice.
Then came the voice of the voice: "Baron Kant, the reason I said so much is because of the delay in time, to fade the human body that bound me, to become the supreme lord of the devil of hell, the lord of sin, the whiplasher, Incarnation of the power of Fransas!"
"Hoo hu hu hu--"
An invisible wind suddenly appeared.
The thick blood mist instantly turned into the outline of a huge demon head.
The sensational red mansions imprinted the red mansions in the eyes of Viscount Gibran, with an extreme evil, like the oil and gas that was instantly ignited, howling and roaring to Kant.
"Dead! Kant! This is the first step in my revenge on your father!"
Viscount Gibran laughed wildly.
His figure enveloped it.
Behind that, also shrouded in the red blood mist and the erupting infinite flames, dozens of figures flashing red mansions rushed out, screaming like monsters, and rushed towards the temporary camp.
Other people and their hearts were captured by this blood mist, only the madness like a demon, and the rage that killed all!
"Shy-shy--"
Can appear with the sound of pulling swords.
The dozen or so figures were retreating faster than when they were charging.
No, it's not a retreat, but several people were directly cut in two, and they were killed and returned!
Even the whistle in front of Viscount Gibran seemed to be going to devour Kant's blood-red demon head phantom, and it was directly pierced by a golden and white light, and then began to become nothingness.
"Puff puff puff puff puff—"
The Lions of Sarion are moving forward.
The dozen or so dashed figures stopped, and a lot of wounds appeared on the fuchsia body, even the chest and abdomen and the throat and eyebrows, and deep scars had appeared.
Several people fell back and knelt down directly on the ground because of the lack of evasion.
The red awn in both eyes disappeared.
Obviously.
Those who are already dead can't die anymore!
The Viscount Gibran with a grin on his face in front of him, or the burly humanoid monster more than 2 meters high, also disappeared a little bit of enthusiasm and restlessness in his eyes, but was replaced by surprise.
And a little bit afraid!
Kant burst into golden light.
The power of the authoritative king and the sacred power of justice condense.
It happens to be the nemesis of all negative energy!
Especially the sword of the king in his hand, the golden awn that was as real as it was held tightly, almost instantly dispelled the red blood mist around him, and even the shadow of the devil's head pierced by the eyebrow pierced slowly. .
The devilized Viscount Gibran stepped back a little later, his eyes full of fear.
"Sorry."
Kant opened his mouth and sighed helplessly: "I want to hear what you said after all. After all, for me, your life experience is very good, and you even have ideas. Try to touch you and bring you to my camp."
He paused slightly, looking at the swollen head, the mouth full of teeth, and the skin stretched with fuchsia and green tendons, he shrugged: "It just doesn't seem to be needed now."
"Kant...Kant...Kant!"
Viscount Gibran gave a sobbing roar.
The saliva is flowing in the corners of his mouth, and now he does not look like a human being: "Unexpectedly, you have such power that you have deceived everyone, hahaha, you deceived everyone!"
"Huh." Kant nodded calmly~EbookFREE.me~ Looking at the standing place, his eyes were full of horror and unexpectedness, and the pretending crazy Viscount Gibran also waved his sword helplessly, a golden moment. Shoot out.
"puff--"
Jinmang is a strong positive energy gathering.
The entangled force exploded on the demon body with negative energy gathering, and half of the shoulders mixed with the left arm disappeared directly.
That's right, it disappeared, and it turned into a powder. With the Viscount Gibran stepping back, a bitter wailing came out, and the fuchsia blood flowed out, and I realized that my arm had been cut off.
If it weren't for the devilization of Viscount Gibran, his physical fitness rose sharply.
Estimate Kant's sword just now.
Can wipe out half of his body directly!
"You...this power...is the sacred power of the Silver Plate Kingdom..."
The demonized Gibran's face was full of pain and pain, and the eyes full of blood and red awns were also unable to hide the horror: "The hidden artifact of Princess Sophia... it turned out...it has already been obtained by you!"
"Artifact?"
Kant frowned slightly.
The movement to continue to wield a sword also paused slightly, Shen Sheng asked: "I'm curious, Viscount Gibran, what do you say my mother hides?"
"Ha, hahaha, you don't know!"
But he was answered with an arrogant and grinning laugh.
Gibran looked at Kant resentfully, the thicker the blood mist around the whole person.
A mysterious and mysterious, imploding in his body with evil and strange power, the whole person roared into a red mist instantly, rushing toward the southeast.
at the same time.
A voice was left.
"If you want to know, come to Death Penalty Hill, where there is everything you want to know, Baron Kant, want to know the secrets of Princess Sofia, then come!"
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