"I have loved this world, loved the fragrance emitted from the barbecue stall, loved the laughter of the children who have run, loved the girls who love to smile at me, loved the hands that are willing to wear straw rings for me, loved the cubs who always hold my hand, and loved the face that has been eroded by the years but is becoming more and more attractive."

"But all this is destroyed... My God, I beg you to give me strength to break the obstacles in front of me, and let me stand before that butcher."

The voice standing in the shadow fell silent. In the realm where the candlelight could not be lit, a pair of scarlet soul fires ignited. Their master stretched out his hand and took the rust sword from the altar. In his dry hands, the rust on the sword body of the sword was falling off. Finally, it revealed its original dark red sword body with blood grooves. A low whisper spread in Ruoda's room, and the candle fire finally went out.

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"Demon Sword?" Mingen glanced at the system. Generally speaking, there was a process that could profoundly change the world. There would be records in the chronicles. Today, there was a saying in the chronicles and game history. The magic sword was resealed and it had a new master.

There are many sword weapons in this world that are enough to be called a magic sword, from the demon-shaped magic sword "Sulphur" in the hands of the emperor of New Eden, to the jokingly complaining about the magic sword "Salimdo" between players, from the most evil and dangerous weapon, to the shaking magic sword with the most self-consciousness... God knows where this guy came from.

"Wow, girls, look at this, our limelight has been stolen by this guy recently." Mo Qingyu looked at the chronicle in front of her and sighed: "Which magic sword is it?"

"According to the information, apart from the demon swords that have been clearly confirmed by the master, there are still five famous demon swords left in history that have not been witnessed yet." As the head of the intelligence department, Jiuye has long been preparing for the response: "First of all, it is Salimdo, but I think no player will choose it. After all, Salimdo, a self-aware magic sword, is known for its broken mouth and stinginess. Each of its masters finally chose to delete the character."

"Why?" As the cutest newcomer, Babalim naturally didn't know the information: "It's obviously a magic sword. Even if it turns into evil, how could the powerful power of the magic sword make players choose to delete characters? Such a hot artifact, even if it is burned, you must hold it firmly!"

"Silly girl, what would you do if your spell book criticized every move you all day long, belittled you for nothing, but never gave you any advice." Bounettani asked.

"Of course you're throwing it away! This kind of hot garbage!" Hot hands have two meanings, and Babalim saw it all today.

"But it can't be thrown away. This thing is bound to the character. Even if you throw it off the air-flying mothership, it will come back soon and ridicule the stupidity of its master." Akimi, who was slumped on the soft cushion, made an unhelpful shrug: "Speaking of all, my father didn't know if he did something evil when he was young, he actually obtained Salimdor. He endured this sword for a full six months, and then committed suicide with it. He was the longest-lived and the most pitiful one among Salimdor's masters. According to his father, in the later stage, even the length of the thing below was within the scope of Salimdor's complaints."

"I'll go." She glared with her vertical pupils: "You guys on earth are so pitiful. One of us kittens people has also obtained it, but she has never been ridiculed by it."

Babalim turned his head and looked at the round: "What if it's a woman who got it."

"Enough, Babalim, stop this damn topic." Everyone present shouted in unison.

Annie turned her head, not sure why she stopped this interesting topic.

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"Son of Darkness?" Marceau tilted his head and looked 'What is this', and the Bishop of the Anonymous Sect beside him sighed: "This is the information taken out of the mouth of the Chaos believers you sent over. They said that a foreigner became the Son of Darkness. He received the gaze of an evil god and received great improvement. He should not be like those four, but you also know that since our main plane was invaded by the army of death, the coordinates have been semi-public. He is a mess and dares to come over to cause trouble."

Well, this is really a very embarrassing reality. Since the first opening era, the army of dead set up a portal on the main plane, and the coordinates of this main plane have been in a "broadcast" state in the entire crystal wall system. Countless undead troops entered this world until the portal was destroyed.

There are too many powerful guys who have obtained coordinates. Of course, most of them are not opponents of the gods in Ayarok's main plane, but there are still some guys who are obviously not capable of committing suicide. Even a hero god (rank0) is not a thing that dares to develop believers in this world as an "external god" or an evil god. Among them are evil officials who are eager to destroy the world, and there are also chaos believers who are looking forward to the entire world being surrounded by chaos. There are so many of these guys that outsiders from the kind camp dare not come to visit.

Without three or three, how dare you go to Liangshan?

This is better. Besides, compared to those who like to farm in the kind camp, those who love to bring the world to the silence of chaos, or those who yearn for destruction and devour the entire plane have a much higher action power than those of the ordinary kind camp. If these guys didn't always like to drag each other's back from time to time, Marceau would be sure that the world would be busier and more troublesome.

"Did they say, where did this Dark Son come from?"

The Dark Son is not a public name. Strength, ambition, and backstage are all indispensable. The so-called holy son who has no backstage, no strength, and only one ambition is probably chosen this morning and will be sent to the altar by other evil gods' believers in the evening. The living sacrifice is a part of the evil god's belief. Don't play if you are unhappy.

"I don't know, but I heard that I am a foreigner." Speaking of this, the prairie elf bishop stretched out his hand and patted the cat on the back: "It's okay, we know you are all good foreigner."

"Thank you." It's really hard to live a beggar who was shot by an arrow, but there is something to say. Life is like a play. Winners rely on acting skills. To be honest, this guy is not sure where to be handsome.

It's a good guy who does everything he wants to cool off.

Marceau cursed in her heart, and she also wanted to go with the bishop to see the last message of the life of all the seemingly heroes... Well, in simple terms, it is a confession and confession of the crime.

"In any case, Mr. Marceau's existence is an attraction to the believers of Chaos. The dead believers of Chaos during this period are the heads that our entire parish has not been able to collect for ten years."

The bishop was naturally optimistic, but Marceau was really busy with these heroes.

Fortunately, there have been no heroes coming to the scene for three days. According to the girls' analysis, either the heroes are in a state of turmoil, and they really can't muster up the courage to die; or the heroes who are determined to kill cats are far away from here, and everyone knows that the believers of Chaos always do what they do. From the perspective of players, they want to do what they want to do. They just need one word to be happy. I only say it once, so these guys are usually poor and don't even afford the travel expenses... They are not heroes, but waste.

Considering that even fishing enforcement has not even been blind, Marceau and the girls have already looked for the next stop and wait for all the heroes for three days. If the time passes, don't blame the judge for patting his butt and leaving.

When leaving the Great Hall, the bishop accompanied Marceau to the square: "These days are calm and we look happy, but I think something is wrong. Please be careful with the judge."

"Well, I will pay attention, please rest assured, after all, I am also a foreigner." Marceau's care for his elders will naturally not speak out, but as he said, in this world, no one can really kill a foreigner.

For foreigners who are at worst cut numbers and practice again, losing their heads is really a scar as big as a bowl.

"Well, since you said that, I'll be relieved." After the old man said that, he walked back to the Great Hall.

"Okay, let's go." Marceau clapped his hands at the kitten holy waiters who were following him.

The cats who were eating dried fish on the side immediately trotted to Marceau and began to guard Marceau and leave.

Just as the cats left the square, Marceau, the last one who walked down the steps, suddenly turned his head and looked at the left side of the square. The empty square and the buildings that were also without doubt seemed to be mocking a cat's sixth sense of allergies.

"Wrong?" Marceau tilted his head and then naturally faced his own kittens.

"What is Mr. Marceau looking at?" asked the captain of the Holy Assistant.

"It seems that I feel malice, but it seems that I am suspicious." Marceau smiled and shook his head: "It should be that I am suspicious. It seems that it is because I have been exposed to too many malice recently, which has affected my feelings."

"Is that true? I also feel that no matter which guy looks like an enemy recently," the team leader replied with a smile.

"Well... I look too tired," said Marceau. "I'll give you a vacation when I leave this city."

Then, Marceau's decision was naturally welcomed by the kittens.
Chapter completed!