Space-time Traveler Chapter 4: I am the King of Salaries

This person is very strange.

When Su Ziyu looked at him, all he saw was an empty body. The existence of the soul seemed to be if there was nothing, it was a state that he could not understand temporarily.

Do you want to take my head?

Why would he call me an unknown king?

Did you ignore something?

Frank's Hawkwood?

Flange should be a place name, right? Hawkwood is probably the name of this person?

What is the ember without fire?

There is no detailed record in the library? Seems to be a kind of undead?

"Why do you want my head?" Su Ziyu frowned and pressed his hand on the hilt, watching the man approaching step by step in front of him. There was a strong murderous aura on his body. A veteran who has fought countless times.

However, this alone cannot defeat today's Suzi fish.

He also faced a lot of enemies, and even faced some indescribable horrors directly!

Hockwood, who is approaching step by step, seems to have no interest in continuing to talk. His eyes are very firm. When the distance is narrowed to about 30 meters, the whole person suddenly starts to accelerate, and his actions are quite swift. At about fifteen meters, he suddenly jumped up, and he smashed the big sword with a faint flame.

Boom!

A trace of cracks appeared on the ground, and the hard stone slab was directly turned into powder.

Yeah.

This guy has a lot of strength.

Su Ziyu moved a little, and moved half a step to avoid it. He still pressed his hand on the hilt and didn't move. He just tilted his head and looked at the opponent. He was curious where the soul of this man had gone?

Or where did you hide it?

Why are the souls almost gone? He looks quite sane?

The wind howled.

A little bit of sparks spread.

After a heavy strike, Hawkwood’s expression was slightly surprised, but even after swiping his sword, in a 180-degree round, the bursting sparks slightly blocked his vision. When trying to find Su Ziyu again, he suddenly found that his big sword seemed to be heavier. As soon as his eyes moved, his pupils couldn't help but shrink because he saw the man standing on his blade. .

"Are you undead?"

"Do you want my head even with this ability?" Su Ziyu moved back lightly when the opponent was swinging his sword. After sliding at a low altitude for more than ten meters, he landed and said slowly: "Who sent you here? ?"

"How does he know that I am here?"

"Not right."

"It should be said how did he know my existence? Why do I need my head?"

Boom.

Hawkwood gritted his teeth and wielded his big sword again. This time he seemed to have hit the target, but soon he realized that he had only hit a phantom. A heavy stone pillar with a waist thickness was directly cut by him. Broken, and Su Ziyu's figure also appeared a few meters away, looking relaxed as if walking in the garden.

"Is this the strength of Xinwang?"

The Hawkwood from François seemed to have received a huge blow, and his hands holding the big sword trembled slightly, muttering: "Hehe! It's ridiculous!..."

"With our fireless embers, how can we defeat the powerful salary king?"

Salary king?

When he heard the other party's mumbling, Su Ziyu's heart suddenly slammed.

An unknown king?

Salary king?

Wait!

Am I the salary king?

Fuck!

Su Ziyu, who has just read the library materials, certainly knows the meaning of the word'Xinwang'. Simply put, it is a human-shaped firewood. It is a sacrifice specially prepared for the fire-passing ceremony. The king of Xin replenishes the power of the initial fire to achieve the purpose of continuing the age of fire.

The guy in front of me who calls himself ‘Frank’s Hawkwood’ is here to hunt his undead, the purpose is to bring his head back as firewood for the fire-passing ceremony!

What the **** is wrong?

Why did you become the salary king as soon as you entered this world?

The time and space monitor system also appeared abnormal when entering, presumably the abnormality at that time has something to do with his current status as King King.

Wait.

Is it plane pan-consciousness?

Is the pan-consciousness of this plane already starving? Actually included him in the ranks of King Salary?

Countless thoughts flashed through Su Ziyu's mind. After learning about the world, he vaguely guessed something in the chaotic information.

That is he is too strong.

But it's not strong enough.

Because Suziyu has entered the legendary realm, and has accumulated a part of the divine value on it. When entering this world, it becomes a certain existence, most likely it is a plane pan-consciousness, or something else. What is the ration in the eyes of something, that is, the king of salary necessary for the ceremony of spreading the fire. The opponent is very likely to yearn for the divine power in him, and even locked him when he just entered, directly relying on the power of the law of the plane. He carried out a partial assimilation.

That's why Suzi fish will wake up in the coffin this time.

So when Su Ziyu wakes up, he will hear that strange bell.

He is the King of Salaries!

In order to continue the fire age, the unknown existence that marked him as the king of salaries, even passed a certain force, or a special force, is targeting and killing him, the purpose is to kill him He threw it into the initial fire to burn it.

Or it is more appropriate to use swallow.

The undead in front of them are sharp blades to serve them. In the past history, if the salaried king was unwilling to fulfill his mission, then the undead would flock to him until the head of the salaried king was taken away.

Your uncle!

Su Ziyu has experienced so many worlds and has never encountered such a situation.

Is there a hole in this world?

He has never been so targeted in the mission plane before. You must know that the first mission of the time-space monitor is to find a way to save the world and eliminate the pollution and corruption of that world. Basically, there is no pan-consciousness by the plane. The situation in question.

But this time, he became the King of Kings, a sacrifice to the initial fire.

Since the fire-spreading ceremony began, in the long tens of thousands of years, no salaried king can refuse his mission. Even the salaried king evades the fire-spreading ceremony, and will eventually be taken away by the undead. .

Nothing is missing!

The ritual of spreading the fire has never failed so far, which means that as long as the existence is selected as the king of salary, it will eventually be thrown into the initial fire and burned again.

This is simply an endless situation!

As Su Ziyu gradually understood some things, the murderous aura on his body became more and more intense. A gloomy aura made people breathless, and even a faint trace appeared on the surface of his body. The current of the wire. In contrast, Hawkwood, who is not far away, seems to have lost his fighting spirit. His pupils are slightly dilated, and his expression is very depressed, but he still did not give up fighting, as if with a trace of extravagant hope, he waved again. The sword slashed towards Su Ziyu in front of him, hoping that he could inflict a little bit of damage on him.

Clang!

Meteor’s long sword turned into a cold light and flew out, Su Ziyu stood still and did not move at all, but Hawkwood in front of him uttered a painful grunt, and he cut directly with the palm of his hand holding the big sword. Falling, the big sword hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"Who told you where I was?" Su Ziyu's figure suddenly appeared in front of Hawkwood, a knee bump hit the other side like dried shrimps, and even a hint of crisp bone fracture could be heard. Voice.

Click.

Hawkwood's figure fell down, and then a foot stepped on his chest. That foot seemed to be powerful, and he couldn't stand up even after struggling.

Is this the power of Salary King?

It's terrible!

When he got serious, he didn't have the slightest resistance.

Sure enough, the group of idiots who spread the fire on the sacrificial field are just talking about dreams! How can a group of fireless embers defeat such a powerful salary king?

"Who sent you here?" Su Ziyu frowned and increased his strength. The other party's pain seemed to be very weak. It was obvious that his ribs were about to be trampled off, but he still didn't feel much pain. The expression, at most, the face looks more depressed.

"Cough cough." Hawkwood under Su Ziyu's feet coughed slightly, and then said in a very low voice: "Fire-passing sacrifice field."

"The fire girl predicted the coming of the unknown King Salary."

"Let us take your head back at the fire-spreading sacrificial site!...cough!...you have the glory of the king's soul!...the undead will always find you!..."

While speaking, Hawkwood's breath in front of him gradually weakened. Before Suziyu could react, he died directly.

A faint blue gleam emerged.

When Su Ziyu reached out to touch the faint blue light, a row of prompts immediately appeared in front of her eyes.

——"A small mess of souls (refinable): This is a mess of souls, which contains many different monsters. The undead will inhale these souls into their bodies to strengthen their own power through special rituals. . Get 150 energy points after refining."

A lot better than the living bishop.

Su Ziyu collected the soul directly, then frowned and looked at the corpse in front of him. At the same time as the opponent died, he felt that something was missing from the corpse.

This is troublesome now!

He was locked into this plane and became the Salary King!

The glory of the king's soul?

Does it mean the brilliance of the gods?

Now it is estimated that many undead people want his head, and there is no idea what to do next, but I am afraid I have to think about it.

At the same time.

In an extremely old sacrificial field, a bonfire is lit in the most central position, with a strange spiral sword inserted on it, and five huge thrones directly above, but at this time among these thrones , And the sixth new throne has just been completed soon, this throne is just above the other five thrones.

The whole sacrificial hall was empty, as if there were not many living people in it.

At this time, beside the most central bonfire, some if there is nothing ashes floating up, not far away is a beautiful woman dressed like a nun, her head is silvery white like a crown Her gorgeous eye mask completely covers her eyes, and her face can be seen vaguely from her smooth chin. She seems to be a very beautiful woman.

Fireproof girl.

The manager of the fire-passing sacrificial field.

Beside the bonfire, among the wafting ashes, the silhouette of a human figure gradually emerged.

The fire-resistant girl who had been standing quietly in the corner of the fire-spreading sacrificial site turned her head slightly, as if she had glanced at it, and then retracted it again, bowing her head slightly as if she was praying.

"It's terrible!"

"Too powerful!...This is not an enemy we can defeat at all!..."

Hawkwood's body gradually emerged by the bonfire. His expression was a bit scared, and his expression became more and more frustrated. He murmured: "The King of Xin is not something that a fireless ashes can defeat!..."

"Fortunately, I have prepared suicide a long time ago."

"If I was killed by him, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to resurrect, right?...I guess I will become an unconscious living corpse directly..."

He closed his eyes as if he was perceiving something, and muttered: "You can't die anymore!..."

"If you die again, I guess you will really go crazy!...The humanity is running out!...The Dark Ring will completely swallow my soul!..."

Hawkwood muttered to himself while sitting in the corner of the fire-passing sacrificial field. His originally gorgeous equipment has disappeared, and only a gray and ash-like thin clothes are left on his body. , It didn't look like real clothes, but like a magical creation, like his body resurrected by a campfire.

DaDaDa.

Hockwood seemed to have completely lost his fighting spirit, sitting half-paralyzed and half-squatting in a corner of the fire-passing sacrificial field, and his whole person exuded an extremely decadent and frustrated temperament.

He doesn't seem to want to go out anymore, and even has a plan to die here.

DaDaDa.

A soft footstep approached.

Hockwood had heard this footsteps a long time ago. It seemed to be a woman, because the footsteps were very soft, but he didn't bother to look up at all. He just fell silent in his inner world until the other person walked there. In front of him, he only slightly raised his head and looked over.

A nun.

It is also a fireless ember.

Hawkwood recognized the other person as his own at a glance. This woman was wearing a gray-blue and white nun's gown. Her fingers were very white and slender. Her feet were walking on the ground with her waist wrapped around her. With a fine silver-gray chain, the gray-black headgear covered most of her face, only a soft but indifferent face could be seen, and there seemed to be a faint trace in her calm pupils. Guang, holding a huge sickle in her other hand, the cold light almost hit Hawkwood's neck.

The nun said in a very calm and soft voice: "Have you met the unknown king?"

"How strong is he?"

Hockwood frowned and looked up at the other person, his tone mockingly said: "Who are you again?"

"I am Frid, the nun from Rondore." The beautiful nun leaned slightly, she seemed to be very polite, probably because she had received a fairly good education before, and she calmly said: "I Looking for the unknown salary king!..."

A ray of cold light passed.

When the nun flicked the huge sickle, the invisible white ripples directly tore the air.

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