Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

Countless children are whining here, waiting to be completely reduced to dross, to become a part of the broken corpse.

"It's really beautiful, master, this girl is really beautiful, what kind of feeling will it feel to cut her belly!!"

Rejoicing in this way, the murderer named Usaki Ryunosuke smiled innocently like a child.

"Will you scream, will you whine, will you beg for mercy, will you watch yourself die?"

There was no ferociousness in the words, not even a killing intent, only the natural joy.

"Really, sir, I can't wait, let's hurry up and paint art!"

The young man who looked like a leopard, the man with orange-red hair, spoke in that hearty tone.

However, behind him, there was a choking voice.

It wasn't the voice of those unfinished works of art, but the voice of the demon lord he adored.

"Saint!"

It was an extremely weird man, dressed in a dark blue robe, with hideous marks on his exposed arms.

The most striking thing is the huge eyes and daunting face.

Known as the blue beard, he is also a famous murderer in history, but at this moment, there is no trace of darkness on his face.

It was a sad expression. For some reason, anyone who saw him sobbing would always show pity.

"Jean of Arc, my Joan of Arc!"

He muttered like this, threw himself on the crystal ball, and rubbed against the sturdy magic dress fiercely.

"My Joan of Arc, my Joan of Arc, the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail must have heard my wish!"

He shouted like this, with unprecedented sincerity in his words.

"Sir, is that your acquaintance?"

Yusheng Ryunosuke asked in surprise, with an unbelievable meaning in his words.

"Isn't Master a demon from another world?"

Hearing such a question, Blue Beard didn't answer his like-minded friends, but muttered softly,

"Please wait a moment, please wait a moment, my saint."

His face was filled with incomparable joy, and his eyes were even more devout.

"I'll welcome you right now, and welcome you, Joan of Arc."

While he was saying this, he waved his arms lightly and chanted the mantra lightly.

The next moment, a monster from the abyss emerged from the shadows and rushed towards the innocent children.

"There is no need to keep these things. The most important thing is to meet my Joan of Arc first. These things can be found at any time."

Seeing those ferocious monsters devouring the immature children, Ryunosuke Yusheng murmured in that tone of pity.

".What a waste, my lord."

On the blue crystal ball, what appeared was the voice of the man in the red dress singing on the stage.

Exactly, the girl named Nero.

At this moment, beside the open-air stage in the commercial street.

Gently tasting the sake in the porcelain cup, Gilgamesh couldn't help showing a trace of dissatisfaction.

Looking at the 'Ju Zhengzong' on the wine bottle, the arrogant king couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Sure enough, the taste of wine in the island country is still so bland."

Even if the taste is extremely mellow, even if the taste is extremely bitter, even if the aroma is extremely strong.

However, the sweet sake was still not to Gilgamesh's liking.

However, if compared with the accompanying singing, it is not so difficult to enter.

That was a hoarse singing voice.

Even if it can barely be heard, it is definitely not enjoyable. Coupled with the weird music (Zhao Le Zhao), Gilgamesh felt that he should have found the reason why Nero was betrayed by his courtiers.

If you often listen to this kind of music, no matter how broad your mind is and how rich your self-cultivation is, you will definitely not be able to stand this arrogant king!

What's more, in addition to Nero's approach, he is absolutely not allowed to leave the seat until the singing is over. Under such a tyranny, no matter how loyal the courtier is, it is absolutely natural to betray him.

Of course, it is estimated that Nero himself absolutely does not have such self-knowledge.

Gilgamesh shook his head lightly, ignoring the ear-piercing singing voice, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

It was a ferocious chuckle, which contained a faint killing intent.

At this moment, on the building above the commercial street, a black figure was quietly spying there.

On the face of that black figure was wearing an extremely ridiculous skull mask.

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Chapter 150 Hassan Sabah (asking for a reward)

The black figure and the dark black tights were not conspicuous in the daytime, and a strange feeling came from this strong body.

As long as you look directly at this figure, you will ignore it inadvertently. Even if you stare at this man closely, you can't completely find his trace.

Inherent skills, breath concealment, the ability of an assassin, make this guy extremely powerful when assassinating.

No amount of tricks can capture his figure, and only by borrowing the power of technological products can it be possible to find his trace.

That is the glory of the assassin. This man named 'Hassan Sabah', the strong man known as Hassan of Hundred Faces, is looking down at the girl on the stage at this moment.

Under the snow-white skull mask, there is a hidden appearance, but it won't be too pleasant to think about it, after all, the singing voice is so piercing.

Even as a heroic spirit, and the assassin who is the most proficient in sneak attacks and assassinations among the heroic spirits, it is too difficult to endure such singing.

There was a trace of bitterness on the face under the mask. He had just borrowed the magic left by Tosaka Tokiomi to transfer back the figure of the other heroic spirit, but there was no joy on his face.

It's not because of 677's calmness as an assassin, nor is it because of other high-sounding reasons, it's just because of the lack of intelligence.

That guy, that girl who was singing on stage, couldn't see her real name, let alone her real name, and even her attributes were completely unknown.