Listening to Viscount Gibran's hoarse voice, Kant chuckled with obvious sarcasm.
No one standing here is an idiot, looking at these figures covered in blood mist, he nodded slowly, stretched out his hands and patted them like clapping hands: "Unexpectedly, Viscount Gibran, the leader of the East County, turned out to be a lackey of the devil. "
"Oh, devil's lackey, no no no, I don't like that term."
Viscount Gibran was not angry at all.
Looking at Kant, he continued with a hoarse voice: "I just prayed when I was desperate, and then I got the gift of the supreme power." He paused, with a grin on the corner of his mouth: "You should know this clearly , isn't it?"
"I have no idea."
Kant shrugged: "I'm also curious."
He was really curious about it.
Although the East Commander is also next to the Sanwaya Mountains, he didn't know when the power of the devil appeared.
What's more, the legendary general of the Eastern Commandery, Viscount Gibran, turned out to be a user of demonic power, and judging by the current state, he was obviously still a senior demon vassal.
Completely mastered the extraordinary power of demons.
Almost humanoid!
"Ah."
Viscount Gibran reminded: "You know, ten years ago, the bloody battle on the north bank of the Resniston River, a miraculous victory, a battle that forged ten years of peace."
"The bloody battle on the North Shore." Kant raised his eyebrows.
"That's right." Viscount Gibran nodded.
"It surprised me that."
Kant shrugged.
Seeing the red blood mist gradually approaching, he still calmly said: "So it was that battle. You used this evil demon power to win."
"No, it's not evil." Viscount Gibran grinned softly, "Only the human heart is evil."
"indeed."
Kant nodded in agreement.
This is the truth.
And Viscount Gibran also stretched out his hand, pointed at Kant, and then pointed at his heart: "Ten years ago, I sent a message to your grandfather, the previous generation of the Lion King, to rescue him, but no one came."
Pause slightly.
Viscount Gibran's smile became more ferocious: "Then send a letter to your father."
He walked forward with a dozen figures behind him.
He said slowly: "But your father, the current Grand Duke Cameron, also has no one to rescue him."
The blood mist filled the air.
It was like faces staring at Kant and the others in front of them.
Like an evil spirit that never reincarnates.
It also seems that the souls of innocent people are trapped in it, struggling silently.
Kant frowned slightly. With the power of a king and divine power, he was completely on the path of positive energy. He was a little uncomfortable and repelled by the evil negative energy in front of him, or the extraordinary power of demons.
Banda Ke's power of the underworld can at least be restrained.
The demonic power of this Viscount Gibran is so arrogant that it cannot be added!
"Then I could only lead a bloody battle with a group of desperate guys. At the same time, I prayed that the god of war, Emond, would give me the power to change the situation of the battle, but nothing changed. My soldiers were still defeated on the battlefield, and they were defeated by the silver plate. The kingdom's elite troops are slaughtering as easily as slaughtering lambs."
Viscount Gibran spoke.
"Then I was annoyed, regretful, and desperate. I prayed for any existence that could be prayed for, even the legendary demons, just to survive."
he said.
His red eyes are like evil lights at night.
Staring at Kant, his mouth was split open, showing a grin that didn't look like a human being at all.
"Did you know at that time, Baron Kant, it was really hopeless, but my prayer brought me a real existence, willing to give me a chance to live, and at the same time bestowed me with this powerful power!"
Kant still nodded calmly: "It's a wonderful story, please continue."
The distance between the two sides was less than 30 meters.
The blood mist was so dense that it almost hit his face.
But he is not afraid.
There was no look of panic in his eyes.
It seems that Viscount Gibran is in control of the situation and is venting some emotions, but in fact, Kant and the others, who are still in a dormant state, seem to be looking at a fool.
Watch a fool put on a stupid show.
All 30 lion knights think so.
It's just that the performers don't know it.
Still going on.
"This power is really powerful. It has broken through the conventional extraordinary limit. As long as I have enough power, I can pass on this power to my disciples, and in the bloody battle, I will gain stronger dominance power!"
Viscount Gibran came to Kant with a grin.
The distance between the two sides is no more than 10 meters.
The knight's sword in his hand had already been thrown somewhere.
But on the forehead, there was a sharp bone horn, revealing the blood that had been turned purple by the blood mist, dripping blood, but it was more like a monster.
More like an abyss demon!
"Roar-"
He roared, which was not a sound that normal humans could make at all.
Then came a voice: "Baron Kant, the reason I say so much is to delay the time to get rid of the human body that binds me, and to become the supreme lord of hell demons, the lord of evil, the flame lasher, The incarnation of Florence's power!"
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo—"
An invisible gust of wind appeared instantly.
The thick blood mist instantly turned into the outline of a huge demon head.
The sharp red light imprinted on the red light in Viscount Gibran's eyes, with an extreme evil, like the oil gas that was instantly ignited, roaring and roaring towards Kant.
"Die! Kant! This is my first step to take revenge on your father!"
Viscount Gibran laughed wildly.
His figure enveloped it.
And behind him, surrounded by the same red blood mist and the bursting endless flames, more than a dozen gleaming red figures rushed out, roaring like monsters, and rushed towards the temporary camp.
The other people were all overwhelmed by this blood mist, they only had demon-like madness, and a rage that killed everything!
"Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat
It can appear with the sound of drawing a sword.
The dozen or so figures were retreating at a faster speed than when rushing.
No, it's not a violent retreat, but several people were directly chopped into two pieces, and they were killed and retreated back!
Even the phantom of the blood-red demon head whistling past Viscount Gibran, which seemed to be about to devour Kant, was directly pierced between the eyebrows by a golden and white light, and then began to disappear into nothingness.
"Puff puff puff puff—"
The Sarion Lion Riders marched forward.
The dozens of figures rushing over stopped, and there were many wounds on the purple-red body, and even deep scars appeared on the chest, abdomen, throat, eyebrows and so on.
There were also several people who couldn't dodge in time, and their retreat strength dissipated, and they directly collapsed and knelt on the ground.
The red light in both eyes disappeared.
Obviously.
Those who are already dead cannot die again!
And the Viscount Gibran with a smirk on his face in front of him, or that burly humanoid monster more than 2 meters tall, the enthusiasm and restlessness in the eyes also disappeared a bit, replaced by surprise and uncertainty.
And a little bit of fear!
Kant burst out with golden and yellow rays of light.
The authoritative power of the king and the holy power of justice are condensed.
It happens to be the nemesis of all negative energy!
Especially the sword of the king in his hand, when he grasped it tightly, the golden glow that was as solid as it was, dispelled the surrounding red blood mist almost instantly, and even the phantom of the demon head pierced between the eyebrows slowly disappeared into nothingness .
The demonized Viscount Gibran took a half step back, his eyes full of fear.
"Feel sorry."
Kant opened his mouth and sighed helplessly: "I want to hear you finish those stories. After all, for me, your life experience is very good, and you even have ideas. If you want to attack the East County Territory, you still want to Try to contact you and draw you into my camp."
After a slight pause, looking at the swollen head, mouth full of sharp teeth, and skin stretched out with purple-red veins, he shrugged and said, "It's just that it doesn't seem necessary now."
"Kant...Kant...Kant!"
Viscount Gibran let out a whimpering roar.
The saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and now he didn't look like a human being at all: "I didn't expect that you would have such power, you would have fooled everyone, hahaha, you would have fooled everyone!"
"Hmm." Kant nodded calmly, and looked at Viscount Gibran, who was standing there, his eyes full of horror and surprise, pretending to be crazy, but he also waved his sword helplessly, and a golden light shot out instantly.
"puff-"
Jinmang is a strong accumulation of positive energy.
The entangled power exploded on the demonic body with negative energy gathering, and half of the shoulder disappeared directly mixed with the left arm.
That's right, it just disappeared, turned into powder, and Viscount Gibran took a few steps back, wailing in pain, and the purple blood flowed out, only to realize that his arm had been severed.
If it weren't for the sharp increase in physical fitness after Viscount Gibran's demonization.
It is estimated that Kant's sword just now.
It can directly annihilate half of his body!
"You... this power... is the sacred power of the Silver Plate Kingdom..."
The demonized Gibran's face was full of ferocity due to pain, and his bloodshot and red eyes were full of horror: "The artifact hidden by Princess Sofia...It turns out...you have already obtained it!"
"Artifact?"
Kant frowned slightly.
The movement of wanting to continue swinging the sword also paused slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "I'm curious, Viscount Gibran, what do you think my mother is hiding?"
"Ha, hahaha, so you don't know!"
But what he answered was an arrogant and ferocious laugh.
Gibran looked at Kant angrily, and the blood mist around him became thicker.
A profound and mysterious force erupted in his body with an evil and strange force, and his whole body whizzed and instantly turned into a cloud of red mist, rushing towards the southeast at a very high speed.
at the same time.
A voice remains.
"If you want to know, come to Death Penalty Mountain, there is everything you want to know, Baron Kant, if you want to know the secret of Princess Sophia, then come!"
(end of this chapter)