The Unemployed Demon Lord

Masefield didn't stop, holding a sharp sword and a double-edged Qi sword, he was in front of Kasayeg and Keton in a blink of an eye.

"Don't... don't lean in!"

Keton roared angrily, with a panicked expression on his face. A magician would instinctively panic when facing a swordsman approaching him.

Under normal circumstances, if a magician is within one meter of the opponent's martial artist, he basically loses half of the battle!

The holy-level magic power from Keton's body surged out, and he waved his wand fiercely. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed, and he slashed at Masefield fiercely.

I saw that Masefield calmly slashed fiercely with the golden air sword, and the lightning magic was cut off directly! ?

"What!? This is...uh!"

Keton was terrified, and before he could finish his words, he was hacked to death by Masefield with his right sword!

Kasayeg saw that Keton was dead, so staying here is not certain.

So Kasayeger didn't hesitate, turned the wheelchair he was sitting on decisively, and started running wildly, trying to escape.

Kasayeg prayed in his heart that Masefield would not be able to withstand the curse, so that he would have a chance of survival.

but

How could Field easily let the enemy go?

Kasayeg kept pushing his wheelchair, and finally felt something penetrated his body, and a shining golden air sword fell to the ground in front of him.

"Uh……"

Kasayeg was so frightened that his teeth trembled and he made a rattling sound, his old body trembling like chaff.

He lowered his head to look at his chest, the crimson blood had already stained his chest red.

"No... you are indeed the number one knight of thorns, so... so strong..." Kasayeg felt that his life was passing quickly, and fell from the wheelchair.

On that unbelievable face, there was still the reluctance to be frightened before death.

Beheading three saint-level powerhouses in a row overwhelmed Masefield's strength, especially when he was crazily weakened by the curse, and he was still forcibly using fighting energy, which caused some damage to his own body.

Masefield knelt on the ground with one knee, supported his body with a sharp sword, panting non-stop, cold sweat broke out on his body, and looked very tired.

"Are you tired? My chance has finally come, go to hell! Damn knight!"

The assassin Needham suddenly appeared from the shadow of Masefield, holding an extremely sharp dagger.

He exuded a powerful holy-level coercion, and stabbed fiercely at Masefield's neck on the ground!

The fierce moves make people unable to react, like a ghost from hell who wants to drag the enemy to hell!

Needham has been lurking for a long time, waiting for the best opportunity to assassinate.

Now Masefield is weak, if he doesn't kill him now, when will he wait! ?

Masefield has already felt the killing intent behind him, but now his tired body can hardly react!

Just at this critical moment!A black shadow descended from the sky, exuding a powerful aura, giving people an evil feeling.

If there are priests present, they will definitely be familiar with it, it is the unique breath of demons!

"Do not!!"

There was a bang in Needham's mind, and his body trembled when he felt the fierce killing intent, and he was strangled on the spot!

Masefield didn't know what happened behind her the whole time, when she slowly looked back

A majestic man is standing there...

[(<ゝω?): For more details, please listen to the next chapter! 】

Chapter 22: Calling for help

Masefield looked behind her, and the tall and straight figure came into her eyes

A black knight in black armor and holding a spear stood in the night.

This armor looks very strange, with weird shapes and strange carvings, it doesn't look like it was forged by humans at all.

In addition to the dark color that blends into the night, the overall feeling is like a ghost in the world, and the breath of the devil is released unscrupulously.

The helmet looks the most terrifying. The complete triangular head is carved in the shape of a beast, and the eerie fangs are carved so lifelike.

I don't know who is wearing this terrifying armor. If you walk on the street swaggeringly, it may scare the people to faint.

After all, even ordinary people can feel the clear demonic breath, and they will be invaded by demons.

After the mysterious man easily killed Needham, Yoyo turned to look at Masefield.

His quaint copper-yellow spear rested on his shoulder, and he let out bursts of laughter.

"Masefield, you're really worthless, to be beaten like this by an enemy of this level?"

"Uh..." Masefield was stunned, then frowned, "Seth!"

Seth's helmet opened his mouth like a wild beast, revealing his true face. He was older than Masefield, nearly 30 years old, and had a relatively short braid on the back, "Sorry for being late, I met some people on the road Trouble, I was misunderstood by the priests as a devil, but in the end they insisted on not letting me go. It took half a month to delay, and it took me a long time to explain clearly..."

"Yes...is it..." Masefield lowered his head and said with a sigh of relief, "Just come back, Your Majesty needs your strength."

"Oh?" Seth raised his head, looked around, glanced at the four corpses on the ground, and commented lightly, "Is the capital already so miserable? Any little thief can rush in and make a surprise attack."

Masefield gritted his teeth and barely stood up from the ground

"These things are a long story. You have been away from the capital for too long, and many things are not clear..."

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Masefield had no time to catch up with Seth.

Instead, he chose to go back quickly to see the situation of Her Majesty the Queen.

On the way, Masefield had already explained the current situation to Seth who came back.

After hearing this, Seth felt very embarrassed. He didn't expect that so many things had happened during the time he hadn't come back.

Seth felt a little terrified just listening to Masefield's narration, and felt that he had missed a lot of things.

"I've heard the name of this great Elgin swordsman outside, didn't I expect to be so arrogant now?"

"It's not just arrogance?" Masefield became angry when he thought of the great swordsman, and said through gritted teeth, "That bastard is arrogant and has caused His Majesty a lot of trouble. He doesn't care about anyone at all."

"That's it..." Seth touched his chin and said meaningfully, "Actually, I am quite interested in the strong. If possible, I would like to compete with this great swordsman."

"Don't think about it, that man's strength is abnormal, far beyond our comprehension." Masefield persuaded him kindly, thinking that Seth still didn't understand how strong the great swordsman Elgin was, and he needed a level to compete That's right.

"Huh? Masefield, don't you always like to admit defeat? Why did you bow your head so easily?" Seth felt a little weird.

"This is something that can't be helped. If you have the opportunity to meet Elgin the Great Swordsman and see the transcendent power with your own eyes, I'm afraid you won't have the idea of ​​competing with him." Masefield frowned, very Seriously.

"Didn't you read the joke? The other party just showed their muscles, and you have completely lost the will to fight? This is not like you, Masefield..." Seth's tone was a little teasing.

Masefield glanced at Seth and said lightly, "I have already given you advice, you can do whatever you want, but the situation is not yet clear, don't provoke Elgin the Great Swordsman, otherwise it may make things worse. "

"Are you ordering me? Seeing that you are so afraid of this great swordsman, I am becoming more and more interested in him~" Seth smiled, and said with his hands spread out, "Because your majesty forbids internal fighting, you have never If you don’t compete with me, then I can only beat you from the side.”

"What do you mean?" Masefield stopped in his tracks, feeling that Seth's words were not pleasant, and it was a time of chaos, so it would be good to have some conflicts.

"You are afraid of Elgin the Great Swordsman. If I defeat this man, won't it prove that I am the most powerful existence among Thorn Knights?" Seth had a playful smile on his face.

"Why do you always regard me as an imaginary enemy?" Masefield was a little unhappy.

"You are always said to be the leader of the Thorn Knights, but I think I am more suitable than you. If it is not for the short time of joining the Knights, I must be the leader of the Knights?" Seth did not hide it at all. To put it bluntly.

Masefield looked at his cynical eyes, then turned his gaze back and walked ahead, "I never thought of myself as the leader of the knight order. As long as I can be by His Majesty's side, I am willing to be an apprentice knight."

There was a flash of surprise in Seth's eyes, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at Masefield's back, wondering what he was thinking...

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A messy conference hall.

Morrison and Catherine have returned here early.

Dozens of guards guarded here with piercing eyes, for fear of harming unknown dangers.

After strangling the black wolf mercenary group, the safety of the place was temporarily restored, and it was barely possible to continue working here.

After the turmoil passed, Elizabeth caressed her forehead, her complexion was a little pale, and she was obviously in a state of shock.

Under Morrison's protection, Elizabeth was not harmed, but the fright she received must have been considerable.

After Masefield and Seth came in, they all stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty, are you okay? The danger has been ruled out, you can rest assured." Masefield said.

"Thank you for your hard work." Elizabeth raised her head, and saw Seth next to her with a startled expression, "Seth!?"

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Your Majesty. I'm sorry for being late." Seth clutched his chest, looking respectful.

"Don't blame yourself so much. This is a time of crisis for the empire. Your willingness to come back is already the greatest support for the empire." Elizabeth smiled. Although Seth's return is difficult to reverse the situation, it is better than nothing, and there are more for the strong One point wins.

"Your Majesty is serious..." Seth showed a slight smile on his face, feeling a little smug in his heart.

"The empire needs your strength now, and I hope you can help me overcome the current difficulties." Elizabeth said seriously.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, since I have rushed back, it is my responsibility to relieve your troubles." Seth said confidently, and then changed the subject, "However, the power of the Offrey family is a bit too large, and there are still mysterious strong people around. Sitting in town, relying on our four knights... I am afraid it is still a bit difficult, I wonder if His Majesty has any countermeasures now?"

"In the face of a force that is difficult to fight, countermeasures have limited effect, so I plan to ask someone to support us." Elizabeth showed a bit of helplessness.

Morrison and Catherine looked at Elizabeth in surprise. They didn't expect the queen to choose to bow her head for help, thinking that she would continue to resist firmly.

Sure enough, Elizabeth and Isabella are different. The elder sister is arrogant, while the younger sister is much smoother.

"I don't know who His Majesty will invite to help us?" Masefield asked suspiciously.

"This..." Elizabeth was silent for a moment, feeling that there was no need to tell others for the time being, so she could only keep it a little mysterious.

"When that person comes, you will know."

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Chapter 23: Monthly Ticket Addition