Mythical Card Master: Start with the Knight

Chu Ming's coercion spread throughout the royal capital, and the dukes and nobles had no intention of escaping. They honestly gathered the painters in the family together, formed a long queue and escorted them to the square.

"Sir, we have fulfilled your orders."

Arman, who had despised Chu Ming at the noble banquet last week, showed a flattering look and knelt on the ground.

"Well done."

Chu Ming raised the corners of his mouth, grabbed the collar of the man's clothes, and lifted him up.

"Sir... why?!"

Arman struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly, with a look of fear on his face.

"To thank you, I decided to start with you first."

"no, do not want!"

Ignoring the man's words, Chu Ming turned his attention to the dozens of painters who were hunched over in fear in front of him.

These are servants specially trained by noble families. Their greatest skill is to praise greatness and use brushes and paints to paint the master's great achievements.

Now these people will record this massacre, erase the false glory of the past, paint the ugly posture of the troll struggling and fearing, and use unprecedented bloody pictures to impact and shake the spiritual foundation of the troll's existence.

"May I have your name?"

Chu Ming asked the white-haired old painter ahead.

When the old painter saw the young man asking him, his knees weakened on the spot and he replied uneasily:

"Sir, Juan is my name."

"Very good, these painters are in your hands."

Chu Ming glanced at all the painters present with majestic eyes.

"Pick up your paintbrush and paint what happens next to your heart's content."

When the painters heard this, they looked at each other, before they could figure out what Chu Ming was going to do.

The young man threw Arman to the ground and stepped on him.

"puff!"

The huge force was transmitted to Arman's whole body, and his cervical vertebrae could not bear the force and broke on the spot.

The man was vomiting blood, couldn't even speak, and his breath gradually became weak.

Then, under the shocked gazes of all the painters, Chu Ming moved his wrist, swung his sword, and with a sizzling sound, Arman's head flew out.

"ah!!!"

Seeing such a bloody scene, several painters turned pale and knelt down to vomit.

Some people even couldn't bear such a bloody scene and fainted on the spot.

"Juan, slap them awake."

"Yes... sir."

The old painter's face tightened, fearing that Chu Ming would kill him if he disagreed, so he quickly called on several painters to slap the unconscious painter awake.

"Draw well for me, or he will be your fate."

Chu Ming left a faint sentence and walked towards Jiawen.

"You can't kill me!"

Jiawen panicked, resisting the heavy pressure, and forced himself to stand up and retreat.

"Gavin Spears, haven't you always wanted to save the world and save humanity?"

Hearing Chu Ming's words, the man was stunned for a moment.

"Only when you die can this world be saved."

"Bullshit!" Jiawen suddenly became angry, "It's all bullshit! I can't die!"

The man's eyes became more and more bloody, and a violent aura rose from his body. He used his hands and feet together, and rushed to Chu Ming like a wild beast, stretching out his sharp claws.

"sucker Punch."

Chu Ming shook his head slightly, and the black snake sense activated, and his right hand grabbed the man's thick neck with the force of thunder.

Veins popped out on his forehead and he pushed the Troll King to the ground.

Bang!

The ground cracked, stone brick fragments and soil flew out, and a powerful impact exploded. The man's eyes protruded, as if he was about to be squeezed out.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Ming stepped on the man and raised the hunter's sword with both hands.

"Gavin Spears."

The boy's majestic voice spread throughout the royal capital along with the shocking pressure.

When countless people heard this, they stopped at the same time, their eyes shook, and they looked in all directions of the square.

"The strongest troll king of this era."

"In Dark Age 8414, he was executed in Roton Square by the human knight Andrew."

"From today on, the era of trolls ends with this sword in my hand!"

As he finished speaking, the hunter's sword in Chu Ming's hand became even hotter. Ignoring Jiawen's call, he looked seriously and swung the sword down.

Sizzle!

The Troll King's head flew high and landed in front of a city guard knight.

A large amount of black blood spurted out from the broken neck of Jiawen's body, raining blood on the faces of everyone in the square.

Dots of blood dyed the people black and red. They were shocked by this horrific scene. They stared blankly at the fallen body of the Troll King, opened their mouths, and showed confusion in their eyes.

Suddenly, waves of black mist rose from the city guard knights who turned into ugly monsters. They looked ferocious, howled in pain several times, and their bodies gradually became smaller and turned back into humans.

Then there were ethereal clicks, like glass breaking, that resounded through the soul.

People looked at their bodies in bewilderment, feeling a sense of pleasure from within, as if they had gained some kind of freedom.

Seeing this scene, Chu Ming knew that stimulating the spirit to speed up the blood shackles was the right way.

But this is far from enough and far from being called a success.

Chu Ming slowly approached a noble who had not yet transformed into a human being, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him to the square.

Facing the shouts of this troll noble, the young man remained indifferent.

"Why are you dazed? Keep painting."

After Chu Ming woke up the sluggish painters, he turned around, threw the troll noble out, and chopped off his head with a sword.

This was not to vent his anger, nor to satisfy his desire to kill.

This massacre will be recorded in the form of an oil painting, and then spread throughout the world, announcing to the world the end of the troll era, thus prompting more people to break free from the shackles of blood.

The massacre lasted from early morning to dusk, and Chu Ming could not count how many trolls he had executed.

When he put down the long sword that was covered in blood, the entire square was already blood red, and every inch of the land here was soaked with blood. The corpses of the trolls piled up into a hill, and the fishy smell emanated, making people look pale. .

The painters knelt on the ground, letting the blood dye the white dresses into blood red. The brushes in their hands kept painting the bloody scenes with their hands.

"call……"

Chu Ming sat exhausted in front of the hill of troll corpses. He slowly exhaled and looked up at the warm yellow sunset.

As the sun sets, the era of trolls comes to an end.

Chu Ming's eyes began to become blurry, and the noisy crying and the blood-red ground gradually moved away from him.

When he was about to exit the writing state, he suddenly saw the golden light surging in the history book beside him, as if a new card was being born.

"This is a domain card?!"

Chu Ming's mind was shaken, and the next second his consciousness was surrounded by silence, and he exited the writing state.