Doom Knight System

Among the people who said these words, there was one who danced the most. On the surface, he spoke righteously, but unfortunately his image was not good. There was a murderous cunning in the eyes of the sharp-mouthed monkey.

Lancelot said with a half-smile: "Sheng Mien, Dou Michou. It seems that you, a member of the Dark Council, are still too lacking in running hotels."

"Hey!" Bell smiled drunkenly, "This is the retribution I owe."

"Shut up all of them!" Miriken angrily pushed away the crowd, and said coldly, "If it wasn't for Councilor Bell, you would all be dead now! The chasing team of the Holy See is outside , go if you can!"

The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said dismissively: "It's as if we owe you, and I don't know who hooked up with the Holy See's saint to get to this point. The stronghold of the Dark Council belongs to everyone. , not anyone's appendage."

"Okay, I'll let you know what you owe me?" Miriken grinned grinningly, his figure was as fast as lightning, and his fingers flew like flying, piercing the opponent's throat like an arrow piercing through the air.

Pooh!The man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks held his throat in disbelief, blood sprayed out along his fingertips, his mouth opened and closed, and his body fell backwards with a bang.

Miriken's cruel methods completely frightened the guests present. Among them were the apostles of the Dark Council and some heretics who avoided the Holy See. But looking at Miriken in disbelief, everyone shut their mouths and began to feel uncomfortable. trembling.

"You've seen it all, get the hell out of me tomorrow morning, do you hear me clearly?" Miriken looked around and said coldly.

Bell shook his head helplessly, and said slowly: "It's good for you to close the stronghold. The person who came this time is the famous murderer, Jonah the judge. Many of you have dealt with him. I won’t go into details.”

Jonah's name gradually spread along with the Holy See's bloodbath against the Dark Council. This man's methods were cruel and cruel, and it was more painful than death in his hands.

"Jonah the Judgment? Go. Go. Let's go. I'd rather be committed suicide than be caught in death row."

"The boss is really unkind. He didn't tell the news earlier. Go, go!"

"Hey! It's really bad luck. I can't avoid it no matter what." Jonah has a fierce reputation. His name made all the guests turn pale. They rushed into their respective rooms and started to pack their luggage in a panic. The man even put on an extra piece of clothing and rushed out of the town in a blizzard.

Lancelot has been watching with cold eyes, slowly sipping the Romanticoni in the glass, and when everyone has almost left, he smiled and said: "Your hotel is closed, so come and do something for me."

"I don't have any requirements for the future, and I'm used to being lazy." Bell shook his head and politely refused.

The fat woman walked from the back kitchen to the bar, served two plates of appetizers on the table, and said to Bell embarrassingly: "Member Boss, thanks to your care over the years, since the hotel is going to close, I have to go to relatives, you take care."

"You collect the money for the kitchen to buy vegetables. It's the wages I've given you over the years. It's wrong to let you be a magician as a cook." Bell said with emotion.

"What are you talking about? If it weren't for you, I would have died under the pursuit of the Holy See." The fat woman rubbed her hands together, but she didn't refuse, thanked her and left.

In less than half an hour, the entire hotel had become empty, only Miriken, Bell, and Lancelot in the bar were left.

Bell picked up the empty wine glass with drunken eyes, and said with a smile: "The warlock has already left, why don't you go after him?"

"Now that the wine is fine, the little ants run away." Lancelow said nonchalantly, then looked at his watch, and said, "Give him another 10 minutes, or it will be over before warming up."

Miriken said coldly: "Go away after drinking, the hotel is going to close."

"You won't break your promise if you say you want to stay with me for one night? I heard that someone brought in an old biological warehouse not long ago?" Lancelot said lightly, slowly swallowing the last sip of wine in the glass. in stomach.

Bell nodded, wrote an address on the paper, and said, "Recently, the waste biological warehouses collected by the Dark Council will be concentrated in the Lavis space, so you can find them yourself."

He didn't ask Lancelow's purpose, and Lancelow didn't answer, both of them knew each other.

"Thank you." Lancelot said, got up and left.

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Mao Xiaofang regrets it now, since he took over the Maoshan faction when he was a teenager, it has been smooth sailing, and those who oppose him have never had a good end.

In the subconscious, he has already regarded himself as a high-ranking god and real person, who can control most of the world's fate, and can escape death by luck, which makes him believe in himself.

But this time, after seeing Lancelot and Bell fighting in the air, he felt a deep regret in his heart. He regretted that he shouldn't have rushed to assassinate him in such a hurry. power, even the power of the Holy See to get rid of Lancelot.

However, there has never been a regret medicine in the world.Although there was a lot of wind and snow behind him, the opponent's murderous intent was more piercing than the cold wind.

"Boom!...Boom!" Lancelot's speed was so fast that a circular air shield formed around his body, and the wind and snow in front of him were all torn apart.

With the last foot on the ground, the bluestone cracked, and with the help of the anti-shock force, his speed increased by three points, and he spread his five fingers, rushing towards Mao Xiaofang's back like a hungry tiger preying on prey.

He wanted to capture him alive and torture him for some things.

"Damn it, come fast!" Mao Xiaofang's hair was numb, and he cursed secretly. In an emergency, he made a wrong footstep, twisted his whole body, and threw a cold light to break the air.

This is a Five Thunder God Talisman arrow, the whole body is shining yellow, not inferior to low-level treasures.

Lancelot made a wrong step, and when the tip of the arrow was about to touch his forehead, he almost grabbed the shaft of the arrow.

Crackling, crackling, a burst of thunder suddenly burst out from this magic weapon, and the high-voltage current of no less than one million volts burned Lancelot's palm so that the outside was scorched and the inside was tender, and the entire palm instantly turned into a charred paste like black charcoal.

But these are just superficial scars. In fact, the cells in Lancelot's body have absorbed all the voltage.

"Hmph! You take your Yangguan Road, I'll take my single-plank bridge. Don't meddle in other people's business!" Mao Xiaofang stretched out two fingers, retracted the arrow with the Five Thunder God Talisman, and the thunderbolt on the shaft disappeared instantly, and said in a deep voice.