Vol 11 Chapter 58: Canary and storyteller

The canary's move has no warning, it is inexplicable.
But whether it is Caililing, Aurora, or Greagrave, there is no doubt, nothing else, because Canary is the fourth strongest species known as the Hakute!
A poet born out of human fantasy.
Compared to the three strongest species in Hak Ting, poets are considered to be acquired races and can be cultivated by spirits.
Although there is no natural power of the three strongest species, the poet is the most malleable.
Under normal circumstances, each poet will weave power for himself, and their power is almost unique, plus what the poet needs to weave power is language.
Therefore, what the poet says is powerful.
The world's awe and trust for poets is precisely this.
Of course, the situation here is to exclude Nagasumi from being born in the future and excluding the guys who have achieved the three strongest breeds. After all, there is a foul due to the existence of Nagasaki.
"Oh, I have to say, this collision is indeed a bit amazing!"
Shortly after the words of Canary, the low voice spread across the void. Hearing this sound, including the presence of Canary, the four of them couldn't help but change their colors.
Sairi Bell, Aurora and Greagrave's faces flashed with fear.
The canary showed a look of anger and fierceness.
"It's you!"
Raising his right hand, Canary used his ability with impunity, the surrounding space was eroded instantly, and then a figure of a man and a woman appeared.
The female figure is a cheerful young girl with beautiful blonde hair and a maid costume.
Her sweet, scented hair was covered with red, strawberry-like red lips that made her neat look more lovely, but a huge sword unsuitable for her appearance and maid costume was hung from her waist.
It seems that the big sword with her height is impossible to wave with the thin wrist of the woman.
But obviously, the girl did not appear to be in such a situation, standing in the void, the girl is still at ease, and if you look closely, you can see that the fangs are exposed by the correct mouth.
"Pure blood of a vampire? This look? Isn't it ?!"
After glancing at the vampire maid, Canary couldn't help frowning, and then looked at the man next to the maid, only to find that he couldn't see each other.
It's clothing that makes people unable to understand exactly where they come from, what they belong to, and what they are for.
The unrecognizable style of origin, method, and purpose is not the kind of bodily bodily benefit of the Hades helmet. The man in front of him becomes infinitely thin.
But even so, the canary can still recognize the existence of the other party.
Because his temperament is so unique!
The magic that emanates from this man cannot be hidden.
That is neither the devil possessed by the devil nor the threatening demon possessed by the devil.
Worship virtue in the world.
Play sigh in hell.
Borrowing the hand of death on the battlefield, I like to dance on the cliff.
It can be described as a malicious boarding commensurate with "ugly", but this man's smile exudes a charm that cannot be ignored.
auzw.com This man is not Bill, or the founder of the legendary demonic community of fantasy demon book groups that has collapsed, summoning the existence of hundreds of demons with one effort.
It is also the hirer of the canary rival Demon League.
By the way, the fantasy magic book group was previously led by the Canary League to overturn!
In a sense, canaries and each other are simply rivals!
"I didn't expect to meet you just after I returned to Ha Ting, ha ha!"
Said in a low voice, the canary gradually filled with amazing killings, "Do you know, I want to die you, storyteller!"
"Haha, this is also the case, my big birth canary!"
The storyteller laughed at the killing intention on the canary, and said with great joy, "I didn't expect to see you again, canary."
"I thought you wouldn't go back to the box court anymore, after all, the loser is going to lose!"
"You guys really want to kill you!"
Hearing the storyteller ’s words, Canary ’s face suddenly felt a little bit worse, but it quickly returned to normal. A new game! "
"Oh, fun!"
For the canary, the storyteller tilted his head and said, "So what game are you going to play? Tell me, no matter how many times, I will play with you."
"Until the day I completely played you bad, Canary!"
"Haha, how dare you say it!"
Hearing this, the canary burst into a rage, and the invisible power directly diffused from her, infiltrating all the space in the square into his own power
"But I'm sorry, the old lady doesn't like you, and is going to knock you out here!"
As soon as the words fell, the canary manipulated the air inside the square, instantly evacuating the space around the storyteller, preparing to suffocate him directly.
After all, creatures like poets are very strong, but their flesh is really not that good.
just--
"Keng !!!"
The maid who was standing next to the storyteller instantly shot. The big sword in his hand crossed a beautiful trace in the air, directly cutting off the vacuum environment shaped by the canary.
But the canary is the canary, and her attack is so easily disturbed by people.
The so-called vacuum environment is just a bait.
at this time--
"Shoot !!!"
The air rushing in from the crack of the maid ’s sword instantly turned into a sharp blade and bombarded towards the place where the storyteller was, but the storyteller just wobbled like a murmur, and the head and body were connected in peace. together.
The man who shrugged and laughed, laughed like a lingering snake.
"Useless, Canary. This kind of trick to deceive children won't kill me. It can beat my canary. It's a canary with a partner, but now."
Speaking of which, the storyteller's gaze looked down, where the explosion has gradually subsided.
And June and His Highness were all lying in a big pit on the ground at this time, comatose.
"You are just alone."