Vol 3 Chapter 73: The "leader" of death (Part 1)

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It was an old man, an old man who seemed to be on the verge of dying and should have been dying on the hospital bed.
Shabby gray robe on all sides with wind leaking, messy white hair left with few hairs, dizzy pupils, life-like folds and slack skin, forehead covered with age spots, and a wooden rod that was already decaying The body will not get down immediately.
At first glance, it is at least one hundred years old.
From head to toe, Loren couldn't feel the slightest threat from the other person's body; on the contrary, the almost lifeless body could still stand, it was a miracle!
But on the wrist of the opponent's right hand, there is a black skull rune ...
It was definitely not painted or tattooed. Loren knew this better than anyone—because he also had a similar "snake rune" left by a malicious boy.
Marks from evil spirits ...
The eyes of the dark-haired wizard who tightened his heart narrowed into a slit, and the bright silver in his hand was spitting gray-blue light.
I saw that the old man's wrinkled mouth showed a slight arc, and his yellow eyes slowly looked at the three people, and said with the sound of vicissitudes like an abyss:
"No intention to offend, the name is Fouuda, using your name and statement ...
I am a great ... humble servant of ‘The Dead’;
An apostle of evil gods hated, hated and feared by the world, representing the great ‘wrecker’, to three ... live lives ...
Sincere greetings! "
The old man's speech was extremely slow, so gentle that he could say every character and every syllable clearly.
But for a moment, the three terrified people even felt that their heartbeat seemed to pause for a moment.
The gray pupil widened his eyes almost for the first time, his exquisite face was full of fear, and he was staring at the old man ’s face in shock:
"Fauda ... that legendary" Apostle of Death "Fauda ?!"
"Does ... the world's creatures give the old title a second name?" The old man spoke slowly, his expression like a dream.
"It's ... terrifying the old."
"You should be dead!"
Lucien, unable to control the fear in his heart, shouted directly, gasping for breath: "Just when the ninth monster invaded decades ago, you have been beheaded by the sword of His Majesty Eckhart II, right? ! "
"Although I don't know the specific process, it's obviously not the case, right?" Silently holding the gray pupil's shoulder, the calm dark-haired wizard stepped forward, and the bright silver in his left hand hung at his feet:
"Otherwise how can you stand in front of us and talk to the three of us ... live life?"
"Oh ..." sighed, Fauda's voice was still cold: "Sharp words, seem to be a talkative little gentleman."
"I'm willing to accept it, I don't dare to do it." The dark-haired wizard gave a formal smile:
"I don't know the honorable Lord Fawda, so far, what can I do for you? Please ask me."
"It's simple."
I saw this drooping old "death apostle" spoke softly, and the tone was as cold as the cold wind:
"Tell me, where is the entrance to Niederhogg;
Then invite you ... forever ...
Sleep here! "
Almost at the same time, dozens of slow-moving figures appeared in front of the three-the carrion demons holding ice crystal shields and spears, arranged in an orderly manner, like ice crackling roar echoed in the snowy mountains On top.
Was surrounded.
"Hello ... this is not right?"
Isaac, who was hiding behind the two, could n’t help but open his mouth and glanced at each other in fear and fear:
General bridges do n’t just need to tell the villains secrets, and then they can live on like Barbara Barbara and so on. ... "
The sneer old man didn't answer him, the carrion demons who were striding forward were approaching slowly.
With the two swords in his hands, Lucien forced himself to look calmly at the surrounding monsters, and Loren's eyes did not leave the old man from beginning to end.
He claimed to be the apostle of the "dead corpse", if he remembered correctly ...
"Lemantes ... that disgusting, lowly, and incredibly difficult guy." The words of a teenager suddenly echoed in the mind of the black-haired wizard, with an indescribable disgust in his voice:
"I didn't expect it ... this guy who has been dying for 10,000 times, can he still breathe until now?"
Immediately realized what Loren's face did not change color, but just slightly curled his lips: "Your" acquaintance "?"
"If you know people as" acquaintances ", then dear Loren is really like this-you know that there is no concept of time and space in the void, and any new" existence "will be immediately known, so we each They are very familiar with each other. "
Even if it is invisible, the dark-haired wizard can imagine Asriel ’s current expression:
"But even among the most disgusting group, Le Mantes ... oh, you call this guy the 'Dead Skeleton'? It's the most unreasonable and the most disgusting to head existence ! "
"Unreasonable aesthetics, awkward words, weird thinking arcs ... By contrast, most of the guys who are keen on killing and blood sacrifices are 10,000 times more lovely than Lemantes!"
"But ..." With this pause alone, the dark-haired wizard could feel some helplessness in Asriel's tone:
"Lemantes, the" dead of death "in your mouth is indeed a very terrible existence; dear Loren, I suggest that at least for now, you should not be targeted by it."
"Better than you and Metzka?" Loren raised his eyebrows.
"Now you, even if Mezka is completely here, with the power of the" valve ", you have a chance to fight; but Lemantes ..." The young man sighed:
"It's a pity ... that disgusting guy can't even give you a chance to commit suicide--toying, torn, tortured, humiliated ... it's absolutely impossible to stop before you whisper and pray for his end.
Understood ... Tightening his lips, the dark-haired wizard's gaze gradually became dignified.
"What should I do?" Luisen approached slightly, forcibly looking around calmly: "The invading evil apostle is here; kill it, and this monster invasion will be ended!"
Loren could hear that the gray pupil's heartstrings had been stretched to the limit, and it was unrealistic to want to keep him calm-it is a matter of course that no one can imagine that things will become like this.
"Before killing it, we have to find a way to safely retreat from here." Looking at the surrounding calmly, Loren said softly:
"And I think an apostle of evil spirits should not be so easily killed."
The pale-faced Lucien nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping from the approaching carrion devil.
"Those living lives, can whispers be over?" Faouda, who looked cold, leaned on a cane and took a step forward:
"Aging is waiting for your final answer-for the sake of the great" dead ", I can let you choose the method of death yourself."
"Please cherish it, because this is a privilege that many poor creatures can't hope for!"
"There are twenty-six carrion demons in total, and at least seven of them will directly stop us at the moment of attack." Loren said calmly, his dark pupil flashing a strange luster:
"Although the chances are very small ~ EbookFREE.me ~, but I can give you a chance."
"Success is certainly the best; but if it fails ... we have to be prepared to retreat."
The gray pupil nodded, his rapid breathing blushing.
Isaac, who was always hiding behind him, was thinking about something, and his eyes were constantly moving back and forth between the old man and the tombstone beside him, seeming to be making a very important decision.
"Let an old man wait for a long time, is it the custom that the southern empire has only recently?" Fawda stepped forward, breathless, but it was extremely stressful:
"If it is old, it may not be a problem, but the great" dead body "can't wait any longer-creatures, you have made a decision ..."
"Oldness will make Carrion Devil tear you apart!"
At the moment of the speech, Loren's left palm suddenly shattered the red rune!
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