Vol 19 Chapter 1753: The imprisoned king and the inherent rule

The Paladin Jaderod, as an intrinsic costume, is indeed powerful, but Sylvia’s over-excitement caused her to be attacked by Oscar, her body bound by the tentacles of the dragon, Tristanci, and Lancelot was not flown. The magic bow runs through the head and is alive and dead.
The desperate Sylvia was touched by Tristan's nose, and then two tentacles hit Sylvia.
"What is noble, let me see how far your elegance is, I will slowly abuse you, and then treat you as the food of Tristan!"
The enchanted Oscar slyly looked at Sylvia, who was entangled in the tentacles, smirking with a satisfied smile and wondering how to humiliate Sylvia.
"Lancelot...sorry...I hurt you..."
Sylvia's eyes rushed to tears, looking at Lancelot in the pool of blood, grief, biting his lips, the eyes of the eyes seem to have lost their look, probably already confessed?
Xia Dulu and others originally wanted to save, but the tentacles kept blocking their redemption, and everyone watched Sylvia bound by Tristan's tentacles in the air -
Tristan looked at Sylvia with excitement, and the warm tentacles slowly climbed over her white neck. The disgusting touch made Sylvia tighten her legs. Before the selection training, she experienced the tentacles of the corpse, but compared it. The active tentacles of Tristan have made her feel ashamed with a sense of temperature.
"Haha, this is your true face, a woman who will only be awkward. You must be a woman who is very in bed. Is it every day thinking about how to be played by a man?"
Oscar looked at Sylvia's flushed cheeks and was a little excited. It’s really good to watch this fourth lady’s soreness.
Hey!
The purple-black tentacle smashed the sacred armor of Sylvia, and the tentacles of the strips broke into the inside of the armor without breaking.
"Stay, stop... don't! Hey..."
The feeling of the tentacles squirming on the skin made Sylvia instinctively ashamed, and finally could no longer be banned, and finally screamed loudly.
Sticky mucus gradually penetrates every skin. The saddle armor was gradually completely destroyed, and the armor covering the shoulders and chest bounced off, and even the armor could not withstand the damage of the tentacle (the tentacles were so powerful), and the underwear was torn into pieces in an instant.
The plump chest popped out of the torn underwear, and the waves of the tentacles shook.
"Stop... stop, bastard, oh... um..."
Sylvia feels as if I am about to get lost.
"What's the matter with you. Sylvia? Are you not the fourth king of Loreia? Are you trying to protect your country? Cut, this squeaky voice is estimated to make men's bones disappear. What?"
Oscar humiliates with words from time to time, and Sylvia’s pain is that she is happy!
"Who will... save me... my knight...ah!"
Veronica can't hold it anymore. The body trembled and the body began to respond to certain things uncontrollably.
"Ha ha ha! I didn't expect you to pick up the sound quite cute! Kawah, if those audiences did not leave, it is estimated that they will be very satisfied with your voice, you say yes?"
Oscar suddenly cursed his face and magnified his pupil. Laughing loudly.
Just at this moment -
"Arthur!...Frank...you show me!!"
Veronica was standing on the deck of the magical ship, and a loud voice shouted out. She can't help but see that her sister is being humiliated by the protection of Sacaleas III. But she could not redeem. At this time, she had to trust her husband, call it, and if she heard it, she would appear to her! ~!
"Don't be so loud, it's blushing..."
After the sound of Veronica, the wind and rain appeared in the arena, and looked helplessly at the screaming Veronica. Isn’t this a matter of telling everyone the relationship between them, sweat, really It is the thing that the Valkyrie can make.
Hey!!
Unable to wait for the wind and rain, the root tentacles attacked him.
"Cut, something that is disgusting to die... an end to the battle..."
The stormy eyes suddenly became cold, and the body radiated an infinite holiness light.
"i-am-the--of-my--. As a sword bone.
L-is-my-, and--is-my-. The body of steel, the blood of flames.
I-have-d-over-a--blades. The hand created a thousand blades, after a hundred battles.
Wn--death. Nothing beats.

With the rapid chanting of a section of mantra, the whole world seems to respond in general, a sacred flame extends from the foot of the storm, and then the entire arena is wrapped up, and the hilt is composed of angel feathers. The sword of the angel appears in the void.
One... ten... hundred... thousand...
Countless swords stand in this space.
"Take the wrath and punishment of the king - the punishment of the holy heaven, the storm of the infinite sword!"
Oscar and Tristan, who had not madly turned the archangels into the past, shocked the past.
"What...what~EbookFREE.me~ Ghost stuff! How could there be such magic?"
The enchanted Oscar did not expect that in such a time, the wind and rain made such a big momentum, and this space is like being frozen. The swords that emerged seem to be endless...
"Recall your own true face, the sword is in the flesh, the heart is soul, the holy sword is only evil!"
The wind and rain can not help but some sympathy for Oscar, being played by everyone, but also self-righteous feeling that he can become the king of Cheplon, really a woman with a big brain.
In an instant, countless swords wrap Oscar and Tristan, the crystals on their foreheads are instantly broken, the magical darkness is gradually eliminated, and the sacred sword that penetrates their bodies is not given to them Caused damage.
"what!"
Sylvia lost the restraint of the tentacle, fell from the sky, and was held in his arms by the wind and rain. (To be continued)
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