Lord of the Oasis Chapter 391: .The secret of the so-called artifact

Listening to Viscount Gibran's hoarse voice, Kant chuckled, with obvious sarcasm.

No one standing here is a fool. Looking at these figures surrounded by blood mist, he nodded slowly, reached out and clapped, as if applauding: "I can't believe that Viscount Gibran, the famous general of the East County, turned out to be a devil. the lackey."

"Oh, devil's lackey, no no no, I don't like that term."

Viscount Gibran did not get angry at all.

Looking at Kant, he continued to say in a hoarse voice: "I just prayed when I was desperate, and then got the gift of the supreme power." You know that, don't you?"

"I don't know."

Kant shrugged: "I'm curious too."

He was really curious about it.

Although the East County Leader is also next to the Sunwaya Mountains, he doesn't know when the power of the demons appeared.

I don't even know that the legendary general of the Eastern Command, Viscount Gibran, is actually a user of demon power, and looking at the current state, he is obviously a senior demon vassal.

Fully mastered the mortal power of demons.

Almost not humanoid!

"Huh."

Viscount Gibran reminded: "You know, ten years ago, the **** battle on the north bank of the Risneston River, a miraculous victory, forged a ten-year peace battle."

"Blood Battle on the North Shore." Kant raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." Viscount Gibran nodded.

"I didn't expect it."

Kant shrugs.

Looking at the gradual approach, the red blood mist was also spreading, and he still calmly said: "It turned out to be 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 nods in agreement.

This is the truth.

Viscount Gibran also stretched out his hand, clicked on Kant, and then clicked on his heart: "Ten years ago, I sent a letter to your grandfather, the Grand Duke of the Lion of the previous generation, but no one came."

Pause slightly.

Viscount Gibran's smile grew grim: "Then send a letter to your father."

He walked forward with a dozen figures behind him.

Slowly said: "But your father, the current male lion, Cameron, also has no one to rescue him."

The blood mist filled the air.

Like faces, staring at Kant in front of them.

Like a never-ending evil spirit.

It is also as if the souls of innocents are trapped inside and struggling silently.

Kant frowned slightly, possessing the power of kings and divine power, and he was completely taking the positive energy route. He was somewhat uncomfortable and repelled by the evil negative energy in front of him, or the ordinary power of demons.

Bandak's underworld power can at least converge.

The demonic power of this Viscount Gibran is completely arrogant to the point where it can't be added!

"Then I can only take a group of desperate guys to **** battle, and at the same time I pray, hope that the **** of war, Edmund, will give me the power to change the situation of the war, but nothing has changed, my soldiers are still rout on the battlefield, Being slaughtered by the elite troops of the Silver Plate Kingdom is as easy as slaughtering a lamb."

Viscount Gibran spoke.

"Then I was annoyed, regretted, and desperate. The supplicant prayed to anything that could pray, even the legendary demon, just to live."

He said.

Eyes are red in the night like a ghostly lamp.

He stared at Kant, his mouth split open, revealing a grin that was not at all humanoid.

"Did you know at that time, Baron Kant, it was really desperate, but my prayer was exchanged for a real existence, willing to give me a chance to live, and gave me this powerful strength at the same time!"

Kant still nodded calmly: "It's a wonderful story, please continue."

The distance between the two parties is less than 3o meters.

A dense blood mist almost rushed toward the face.

But he wasn't afraid.

There was no panic in his eyes.

Now it seems that Viscount Gibran, who is in control of the situation and is venting a certain emotion, seems to be in control of the situation, but in fact, Kant and the others, who are still in a dormant state, are like looking at a fool.

Watch a fool put on a silly show.

30 lion knights think so.

It's just that the performer doesn't know it.

Continuing to perform.

"This power is really powerful, breaking through the conventional limitations. As long as I have enough power, I can impart this power to my disciples, and I will gain stronger control in the tragic **** battle. Power!"

Viscount Gibran came to Kant with a grin.

The distance between the two sides is no more than 1o meters.

The knight's sword in his hand has long been thrown from nowhere.

However, on the forehead, there were horns of white bones, revealing the blood that had been turned purple due to the blood mist, oozing blood, but it was more like a monster.

More like an abyss demon!

"Roar-"

He roared, not a normal human sound at all.

Then a voice came out: "Baron Kant, the reason why I say so much is because of delaying time, the human body that binds me comes and goes, and turns into the supreme lord of **** demons, the lord of sin, the flames Flayer, the power of Florence incarnate!"

“Whoosh, whoosh—”

An invisible gust of wind instantly appeared.

The seemingly thick blood mist instantly transformed into the outline of a huge demon's head.

The radiant red glow imprinted on the red glow in Viscount Gibran's eyes, with an extreme evil, like oil and gas that was instantly ignited, roaring and roaring to Kant.

"Die! Kant! This is the first step in my revenge against your father!"

Viscount Gibran laughed wildly.

His figure looms over it.

Behind, that was also shrouded in the red blood mist and the endless flames, a dozen figures flashing with red lights rushed out, roaring like monsters, and rushed to the temporary camp.

Other people and the blood mist captured their minds, only the madness like the devil, and the rage to kill everything!

"Boom--"

Can appear with the sound of a sword being drawn.

The dozen or so figures are retreating faster than they were when they charged.

No, it's not a violent retreat, but a few people were directly cut in two, and they were killed and retreated!

The phantom of the blood-red demon head that roared in front of Viscount Gibran, as if it was about to devour Kant, was also directly pierced by a golden and white light between the eyebrows, and immediately began to turn into nothingness.

"Puff puff puff puff-"

The Lion Knights of Sarion move forward.

The dozen or so figures that rushed over stopped, and there were also many wounds on the purple-red body, and even deep wounds appeared on the chest, abdomen, and between the throat and eyebrows.

There were also several people who were unable to dodge in time, and their strength to retreat dissipated, and they slumped on the ground directly.

The red glow in both eyes disappeared.

Obviously.

The dead can't die again!

As for Viscount Gibran, who still had a grinning smile on his face, or the burly humanoid monster more than 2 meters tall, the frenzy and restlessness in his eyes also disappeared, and instead, he was full of uncertainty.

And a little dread!

Kant's body burst into golden light.

The kingly power of authority and the divine power of justice congeal.

It happens to be the nemesis of all negative energy!

Especially the sword of the king in his hand, the golden glow that is as real as it is gripped tightly, almost instantly dispels the surrounding red blood mist, and even the phantom of the devil's head pierced between the eyebrows slowly disappears. turned into nothing.

The demonized Viscount Gibran took a half step back, his eyes full of fear.

"Sorry."

Kant opened his mouth and sighed helplessly: "I want to hear you finish those stories. After all, to me, your life experience is very good, and you even have ideas. , I also want to try to contact you and draw you to my camp."

Slightly paused, looking at the swollen head, the mouth full of sharp teeth, and the skin with purple-red blue veins stretched out, he shrugged: "It just doesn't seem to be needed now."

"Kant...Kant...Kant!"

Viscount Gibran let out a whimpering roar.

Slobber flowed from the corner of his mouth, and now he doesn't look like a human at all: "I didn't expect you to have such power, and you have fooled everyone, hahaha, you have fooled everyone! "

"Hmm." Kant nodded calmly~IndoMTL.com~ Looking at the man standing there, his eyes were full of shock and surprise, Viscount Gibran, who pretended to be crazy, also waved his sword helplessly, a golden beam. Instant shot.

"Pfft-"

Golden light is a collection of strong positive energy.

The power of the entanglement exploded on the demon body where the negative energy gathered, and half of the shoulder and the left arm disappeared directly.

That's right, it disappeared, turned into powder, and even took Viscount Gibran back a few steps, and let out a painful howl, and the purple blood flowed out, only to feel that his arm had been severed.

If it wasn't for Viscount Gibran's demonization, his physical fitness increased dramatically.

It is estimated that Kant's sword just now.

Can directly destroy half of his body!

"You... this power... is the sacred power of the Kingdom of Silver Plate..."

The demonized Gibran's face was full of grief caused by pain, and in his bloodshot and red eyes, he couldn't hide the horror: "Princess Sophia's hidden artifact... It turned out to be... already obtained by you. !”

"Artifact?"

Kant frowned slightly.

The movement of wanting to continue swinging the sword also paused slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "I'm very curious, Viscount Gibran, what do you think my mother is hiding?"

"Ha, ha ha, you don't know!"

What answered him was an arrogant and hideous laugh.

Gibran looked at Kant angrily, and the blood mist around him grew thicker.

A mysterious and mysterious force exploded in his body with an evil and strange power, and the whole person whistled and instantly turned into a cloud of red mist, rushing towards the southeast.

Meanwhile.

A voice remains.

"If you want to know, come to Death Mountain, there is everything you want to know, Baron Kant, if you want to know the secret of Princess Sophia, then come!"

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