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Chapter 392 Well done, Priest of Lust (Gluttony), I will reward you with a Sword Master.

Witch Cult.

And he is also the Archbishop of Sin.

This name alone is enough to make people despair, let alone two appearing at the same time.

Rem was thinking hard trying to break the status quo.

In terms of combat power, it was impossible to defeat the two people in front of them.

Fortunately, during the chaos just now, the deputy leader of the Iron Fang mercenary group asked some people to flee and go to the royal capital to bring reinforcements.

But this place is very far away from the royal capital. Can I hold on until the reinforcements arrive?

Even after some superficial treatment, Kurxiu's injuries have been alleviated, but her current condition is still not optimistic. In addition, she has very little magic power left, so even if she turns into a ghost and fights against her, she has no chance of winning.

Are you at your wits end...?

No, delay as long as possible, because Rem believes that her hero will come to save her!

"You came here because the White Whale was defeated. Do you want to avenge that monster?"

Rem asked the enemy why they came.

Even if the hope of survival is slim, we must obtain information while delaying time.

"Don't get me wrong, what we are interested in is not the dead beluga, but the guy who killed the beluga."

Gluttony Archbishop Badenkaitos showed his extremely sharp teeth and shook his head in excitement.

As if breaking free from restraint, he kept twisting his body and letting out dry laughter.

Rem silently looked at Regulus, the Master of Lust, who showed an extremely cheerful face and said: "Do I look as horny as him? Don't worry, I'm different from that guy. I hate fighting and stuff like that. . Personally, I have to do my best just to protect my private property, and I have no time to think about other things.”

He clenched his fists, lost in his speech.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that his speech is nonsense and he is just talking about specious theories.

Once he fails to explain, he will get angry and accuse the other party of lust.

As expected, the witch cult is all people with mental problems.

Anger boiled up.

Rem put Kurxiu aside who was unconscious and seemed to be dead, then took out his best weapon, and the remaining magic power forcibly condensed several icicles floating in the air.

Showing that he will never surrender.

"Hehehehehe——"

"Humph, are you still going to resist? You obviously have no strength left."

Both of them saw that the blue-haired maid was at the end of her strength, and either laughed or scorned her determination to resist.

Not to mention Rem's current lack of physical strength and magic power, even if he is in full power, he can't do anything to them.

However, the blue-haired maid remained unmoved.

Regulus felt disappointed: "Hey, are you listening to what people are saying? I told you that I don't want to take action anymore? I heard this but still have this attitude. That is ignoring my opinions and infringing on my rights. Even if Even though I have no desires and a generous heart, I can’t forgive you.”

"Is that all you want to say, Witch Cult."

Rem swung the iron ball chain, his eyes glowed with determination, and he said loudly: "One day, a hero will appear who will destroy you! At that time, it will be the end of you!"

"Hey - we are also looking forward to having that kind of person. Being able to make people believe to this extent must be delicious for us!"

Gluttony Archbishop Badenkaitos clapped his hands happily. That was not a look at an enemy, but a look that was more pure and focused. It was a look that could only be seen by evil spirits who coveted food.

Facing her crazy ego and violent hunger, the blue-haired maid held her head high and said: "Tell me my name. I am the waiter of Subaru Natsuki, the person I love most who will one day become a hero. Rem! Be prepared, Rem’s heroes will definitely punish you!”

Swinging the iron ball, the icicles shot out, and at the same time Rem's body jumped up as if shooting out.

In order to meet the attack, Gluttony Archbishop Badenkaitos opened his mouth full of fangs.

"What a spirit. Then - I'm starting!"

It's about to hit, it's about to hit.

At this moment, Rem's revolving door was filled with that person's figure.

Then--

"Sorry, I'm late."

Just when Gluttony was about to bite the blue-haired maid, a fiery red figure descended from the sky and set off a gust of wind with overwhelming power, easily blowing away the short Gluttony Archbishop Bardenkaitos.

Even Kurxiu, who was lying on the ground in a coma, was blown several meters away. However, when he was about to land, he was caught by another person who appeared quietly at the scene.

Rem, who had been trying to keep up his energy for the fight, was relieved due to the intervention of an outsider.

The girl who was slumped on the ground finally waited for the hero! It's a pity that it's not the Natsuki Subaru she was thinking of, but one with fiery red hair and wearing a white knight costume. His usual cheerful smile turned serious, and there was an unspeakable sense of oppression in his body.

He called out the person's name in a daze.

"Lord Reinhardt?!"

This person is the Sword Master who is coming to join Kursch and the others!

Not only him, but Rem also noticed that a charming woman appeared behind him at some point, and she was gently putting down Kursch, who was protecting her in her arms just now.

"Originally, I was skeptical when Xiaolin said that he would meet two Sin Archbishops. But I didn't expect that I actually met them here. Thanks to meeting someone who went back first."

Reinhardt briefly explained the reason for his appearance while sighing, then turned his head and joked to the maid behind him: "I'm sorry, Ms. Rem, I must have disappointed you by showing up. You must have been thinking of Subaru coming to the rescue. "

"You are joking, Lord Reinhardt. Now Rem sincerely thanks you for showing up."

Rem was completely relieved.

Being the strongest on the surface is no joke, the strongest swordsman in history is also the real deal.

It is said that Reinhardt is as powerful as the Jealousy Witch Satira. Although it has not been confirmed, this is almost everyone's accepted fact.

"Could this guy be the hero named Natsuki Subaru that she said?"

Badenkaitos sounded very unhappy.

No matter who it is, eating will be interrupted, and this is especially true for him as the Priest of Gluttony.

"Are you dizzy from hunger?"

The corners of the lust priest's lips raised, he looked at Reinhardt and said, "Didn't that woman just say it? He should be the guy called the Sword Master. I heard he is a guy who can do nothing but swing a sword. Could it be Do you think you can convince me with authority? Do you think I will be defeated by such an old and unreasonable thing?"

"It's quite subtle to be said that I can only swing a sword. In fact, I am mostly expected by everyone for this reason, but now I am a little doubtful whether I can fulfill this responsibility."

"Oh, do you know the gap between us? It deserves praise."

"No." Reinhardt shook his head, stroked the long sword at his waist and said, "This dragon sword was passed down by the first generation sword master of the Astraea family. It is undoubtedly the world's top magic weapon. A powerful tool, but it has a drawback.”

"What shortcomings?"

"You can't draw the sword without encountering an enemy strong enough to unsheath it. You don't seem qualified."

Reinhardt's response was devastating.

At least for the lustful Archbishop whose self-esteem was extremely distorted, this intense humiliation caused his expression to become ferociously distorted.

"Just like what Xiaolin said, he is an irritable person who will lose his mind at the slightest provocation."

"What should I do? Try it again, or take action directly?"

After looking at Kursch who was in urgent need of treatment, Reinhardt and Elsa looked at each other, and they immediately made a decision.

We must fight quickly!

Gluttony Archbishop Badenkaitos stared directly at Reinhardt, as if he had seen some delicious delicacies, and shouted excitedly with his mouth watering:

"Great, yes, really great! I said, can I eat it? Can I eat him? He looks so delicious! Eat, drink, bite, bite, break, crush, overeat... ahhh , I really want to eat him, I really want to eat him! Our hunger has not been satisfied for a long time, and it will be satisfied this time!”

The creepy words and the sharp, shining fangs leave no one in doubt that if given permission, the extremely excited boy will eat up the food completely, even if the food is a living person to him .

I never thought that one day I would be used as food.

Reinhardt smiled bitterly.

No words were spoken, but the meaning was expressed.

However, he was not given a chance to face Reinhardt. Gluttony Archbishop Badenkaitos had another opponent.

"Your remarks seem quite interesting."

"……Um?"

The low voice was slightly hoarse, as if it was deliberately scratching the top of his heart, attracting attention.

Because they were too focused on Reinhardt, the two Sin Archbishops discovered that there was another woman at the scene.

She is a charming woman whose mature, plump and charming figure cannot be concealed even if she wears a big cloak. In addition, her intellectual beauty is like a poppy, making people unable to help but be immersed in her style.

"Who are you?"

"Elsa the Sausage Hunter."

When asked, she naturally gave her name.

Then he said to the excited young man with a provocative tone: "You don't seem to be picky about food, you like to eat everything. Then our compatibility is a little bit bad, after all, I am a very dedicated person."

"No matter how much we eat, it's never enough, so we gradually become less picky about food. It's because of this that we can't give up and live."

The Gluttonous Priest licked his mouth and became interested in Elsa. I just don’t know if it’s its own appearance or its hidden essence.

"You should be delicious."

"Haha, I just want to see how the Sin Archbishop's intestines are different from those of ordinary people."

Elsa licked her lips as well.

The two exchanged harsh words.

Then the breeze blew by, and they rushed towards each other in unison. Two weird scimitars and blackened palms collided with the cold fangs, and the two of them fought like this.

It seems that in order to distance each other so as not to disturb each other, they also thoughtfully stayed away from Reinhardt and the Archbishop of Lust, Regulus.

"Miss Rem, please take Lord Cursch away from the battlefield first."

"Yes, I understand."

After hearing the instructions, Rem helped up the limp Kursch and staggered away from them.

Regulus, the Archbishop of Lust, did not stop him, and did not even take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

You can see his confidence.

In other words, arrogance.

In this way, Reinhardt can also let go of his hands and feet.

"It seems that even if I tell you to surrender, you won't be obedient. In this case——"

He raised the dragon sword with the scabbard and swung it hard at Regulus, the lust priest in front.

The air was driven, gathered on the sword body, and rushed forward with a roar.

Then there was a bang, hitting the white-haired young man hard, raising a huge cloud of dust, and the surrounding plains also sunk a few centimeters downward.

The sword master's strike was so terrifying!

However, Reinhardt did not relax. Instead, he stared at the motionless figure in the thick fog.

The strong wind blew and the dust disappeared in an instant.

In the pit, clearly below, the white-haired young man still looked at several people with disdain. At the same time, he adjusted the front of his white dress, stretched out his ironed jacket, patted his trousers, which were as pure white as his shirt, and adjusted them gracefully. Bangs, indifferent attitude.

Although he had received a powerful blow from the Sword Master, his pure white clothes were not stained at all.

That's it again!

Rem's expression was solemn, and just when he was about to remind him, he heard Reinhardt say: "I see. It's just like what Xiaolin said, he has a strange ability."

It seemed that it had been expected.

"Special ability? Don't use such vulgar and stupid words to describe it."

Regulus, the Archbishop of Lust, twisted his cheeks in displeasure and glared at Reinhardt, then puffed out his chest and said proudly: "I am the Archbishop of Sins of the Witch Cult, and I am Regulus Conias of Lust. I am the leader of this world. Remember the man who is the easiest to satisfy and has the most fulfilling life, you imperfect man.”

The best thing to say is self-introduction.

But his identity is that of the Witch Cult that everyone shouts about and beats up, so what is there to be proud of?

As if he noticed Reinhardt's contempt, Regulus, the Master of Lust, roared even more angrily: "You bastard, how dare you despise me like this! Who are you!"

Then, he waved his hand.

The fierce wind flew towards Reinhardt, and it was the same move that caused Kurxiu to be hit just now!

Without Rem's reminder, the Master Sword Master had already noticed the abnormality. With alarm bells ringing in his heart, he dodged with a slight jump, then stepped forward and sprinted forward.

"I am the knight of Lord Felt, the king's candidate. Please take good care of the next king, Lord Felt."

"Pfft-?!"

Hearing the serious yet inappropriate self-introduction, Regulus, the Archbishop of Lust, was stunned for a moment before his jaw suffered a severe blow and the words he wanted to say were suppressed.

But the attack was not over.

When the enemy's body left the ground, Reinhardt grabbed the opponent's feet, then bowed his body and smashed it to the ground, going back and forth at an extremely fast speed and frequency, making people's dynamic vision blurred.

Then he pressed his head to the ground, and a man in a white dress began to repair the damaged ground.

In the roaring plain, Regulus was pinned to the ground.

Although he stared at Reinhardt with his eyes, he still smacked his tongue mockingly: "You should have noticed, this has nothing to do with power. Even if you throw me a thousand times, I will not be hurt. Still, you Do you think you will win if you fall more often? Are you an idiot, or do you think you are an idiot?"

Being treated so violently, the target was Reinhardt, so logically he should have passed out long ago. But now he looks full of energy, not to mention injured, and even his clothes are not stained with any dust.

Rem, who was watching the battle, was in a daze.

Could it be... could it be that even Lord Reinhardt, who is a sword master, cannot defeat the Archbishop of Sin?

The heart that had dropped suddenly rose again.

Just when the blue-haired maid reluctantly turned her head, trying to find the enemy's loopholes to help, Reinhardt said in a very calm tone without panic: "Well, it seems that the information is the same as what Xiaolin said, and you seem to be completely immune to it." Any external influence."

"Do you know it's in vain? Now that you know, let go quickly... Uh-huh! What are you... going to do...! Uh-huh! Let go of... me! Uh-huh!!!"

"But I know that if this is also necessary to win, I will not be stingy with this little effort."

Reinhardt held his head down hard and rubbed it on the ground, then lifted it up and smashed it down again, kowtowing repeatedly. The terrifying force made a hole in the large crater that had been smoothed out.

"You guy...!"

This time, Regulus, the Master of Lust, was completely angered.