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"Then, let's go! Maxias, the most gorgeous performance of "eulogy recitation" since this century!!"

Laughing woman, her voice is almost hoarse, mixed with hatred and expectation, hatred and charm, twist and fanaticism

"When King Arthur ruled the land—"

"He is a great king!!"

The vocal cords resonate with the power of existence, and the gorgeous free style is intertwined in the sky, circling, looping, and so on, and the circles are embedded in each other, docked, and gradually spread

The gradient color it dyes, the flames are infected layer by layer like fuel, heavier than the lead-colored thick clouds, and more deafening than the howling wind in the atmosphere.

"To shut up!"

Responding to the sky-filled freedom, the crimson flames were like a bonfire that was piled up quickly, setting up an altar for the killer king to shout out his own words!

""Thousand Swords"!"

ps: No matter what subject and "death" stay together, it must be cool.

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"He stole three bags of cereal—"

"I made a big pudding for you—"

The ballad, which was supposed to be full of childlike innocence, was yelled in a suppressed and crazy tone. The woman's vocal cords seemed to be pulled tightly by an invisible arm, and she made an unusually piercing sound like a mournful cry.

"Arthur!! Arthur!! Arthur!!"

With the ups and downs of the tripartite singing, or low, or high, or hoarse, there are also three vibrations in the big one, and the rings begin to cover each other, and the outline of the flame starts to burn from the edge of the circle, gradually covering the entire sky , The crimson world was dyed dark blue at this moment.

twisted dark blue flame

Disorderly writhing like seaweed.

The shrunken rings are hidden between the seaweed gaps, like tiny eyeballs, empty and lifeless, but giving people an indescribable sense of terror.

Whether it is magic or free law, it is actually an imperative in essence. The incentive of this imperative is "believe", "believe" the changes that can be caused by itself, singing is also other preparations, in fact, it is to cater to The "hint" to oneself is average.

To reproduce the great cause.

Reproduce the myth.

Try hard to realize it in that direction, thus implying that you are the protagonist of the myth, the "god" who causes the phenomenon.

And everything that the inner emotions want to express will also affect the appearance of the spell in turn. Marjoline Do, who is full of twisted hatred, and Marjorine Do, who is full of strong hatred for the world, is like a murderer in essence. average marjoline dow

The sky is full of distorted flames like seaweed, filled with strong waves of destruction, this is exactly the essence of this woman, Marjorine Doe.

kill, hate, twist, envy

"The king's pudding—"

"Put in lots of raisins—"

The word order is chaotic and extremely inconsistent, maintaining a strange rhythm, and the continuous chants give people a feeling of being in a suffocating environment almost like the deep sea.

The dark blue fire rain fell on the ground in clusters, and the eulogy singer who turned into the giant flame bear Toka continued to sing happily, and clumsily but dexterously met the standing in the raging waves of fire. Shabrak who set off a "rain of swords" in the sky.

"Who ate the pudding!"

"There are puddings the size of two thumbs!"

The killer king standing on the fury of fire faced the eulogy nursery rhyme that was enough to make ordinary people go crazy. He didn't respond at all, but silently manipulated the stabbing swords wrapped in stigmata towards Toka. Lasing out.

The rapiers are wrapped in flames

Dragging the flames, tiny pieces of fluorescent light drifted into the atmosphere like fireflies.

"From this feeling, Mr. Shabrak looks like a decent character instead."

Looking at the battlefield from a distance, the sword collided with the flames. Toka, who looked like a madman, was definitely not bad in frontal battles. In the more distant future, Marjorine Dow, a mad woman, would be able to kill that "thousand-change" cultivator. The potential seeds of Southern Metropolis fell under the horse.

Shabrak is strong at best, but it is also limited. His strength lies in his cold thinking and calm fighting methods. , which made him a powerhouse of the second order under the gods.

"The eulogy chant won't hold out for long. Once Shabrak hits her with the first knife, victory will be confirmed."

"I have no intention of leaving her alone."

Su Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. Marjorin's strength can only be said to be barely strong now, and she can't delay a few rounds with Shabrak. Once she is wounded for the first time, she will directly fall into the disadvantaged, and there will be no chance to stand up again.

"Without exposing yourself, how can you support that woman?"

"Tokyo is a great place."

"What do you mean?"

"In the battle of Tiandao Palace, I had brief contact with that man in Sifayuan."

Master Zizai smiled slowly, as if with a little reminiscence, "He is a cautious man. In the battle of Tiandao Palace, others thought that he was the master of Tokyo, but he behaved mediocrely in that battle. But the nun told Olga and me that in order to protect the general public, Sifayuan convened the entire eastern region in that battle. More than 20 fire fighters were in various regions of Tokyo to prevent the ordinary apostles of the masquerade from attacking the city. To sabotage—"

"His reason for protection is not the justice of the Huowu Warrior. He is the defender of the city, just like its contracted demon king, "Suwa God", who abides by the character of a warrior. Although he looks indifferent, in fact... he But in the whole of Japan, he is the most personal Fire Mist Warrior."

"...you want to use him?"

"Why not take advantage of it?"

As he said that, Master Zizai suddenly snapped his fingers lightly, and the Zizai Fa hidden in various areas of Tokyo was activated at the same time, and the voice he had prepared spread to the ears of the entire Tokyo Red World.