I can be infinite

Chapter 131 You Are Crazy

in the snow.

at dusk.

The forest turned into a huge mouth of an abyss.

The light and courage that devour everything in the world.

Su Hao squatted down.

Look at the heart held in the hand.

Feel its hot temperature and rhythmic ups and downs.

Some emotions.

In order to attack the opponent, Party B used twelve King Realm Overlords.

Plus his tactical strikes.

Only then did the other party stay.

In fact, as long as Oran didn't love to fight and Su Hao didn't go all out, there is a high probability that the opponent can escape for a while.

pity.

Arrogance and anger make the other party temporarily lose their thinking.

Shake his head.

Su Hao put his heart into the glass bottle handed over by Su Lian.

The heart of the top overlord of the Northwest Region of the Deadwood Region became one of his many trophies.

of course.

This also means that the cause and effect of the previous period is over.

The only regret is.

The impact of this event is continuing.

If it is said that Olis' death has affected the pattern of the northwest region.

Then Olan's death will cause turmoil in the entire Deadwood Territory.

King's capital.

palace.

Inner banquet.

Yunus on the first seat seemed to sense something.

Pulled out a black iron sheet from his waist.

Brows furrowed.

The divine source that Oran relied on has been completely cut off.

This is for a calamity monarch.

unusual.

Unless the other party voluntarily cancels, or dies.

Regardless of the reason.

Jonas needs to know the answer.

"Ogris."

"exist."

A black-armored warrior came out of the banquet corner.

Get down on one knee.

"Go and see where the Holy Lord Oran is going."

"Yes."

under the light.

The black-armored warrior raised his head, revealing that ferocious face.

"Yonas, come over and have a drink!"

In the seat, Tungus, the dark lord who was swaying a red wine glass, waved at him drunkenly.

Maybe he was drunk.

The red meat sticking to the cheeks didn't have time to clean up.

"Come on~"

Different from the sensual dogs and horses here.

The black-armored warrior Ogris, who was ordered to investigate the whereabouts of Oran, saw a white horse in the respectful eyes of the soldiers of the kingdom, and stepped into the city in the night.

After passing the light area in the first ring.

Because of the winter sky ban.

The lively neighborhood has become deserted.

In addition to the red lights hanging under the eaves, they are still adding a bit of vitality to this cold world.

The white horse stopped at the Morrison bartender.

there.

Morrison, who had already heard the news, and the city defense officer in the area had already knelt at the door.

And in front of them.

There are the corpses of Oris, the prince of the Northwest, and the golden seven sons of his personal guard.

With the vivid explanation of the bartender owner Morrison.

After roughly understanding the situation.

Augris got on his horse.

Go in the direction Oran left.

After the other party left for a few minutes, Morrison, the owner of the wine bar lying on the ground, slowly stood up with lingering fear.

Today's experience was like a nightmare for him.

First, Auris, the prince of the northwest, forced the woman on the street and cleared the bartender for a moment of pleasure.

Inexplicably, I met the short-sighted stranger on the third floor.

Suffering unexpectedly.

After that, Oran, the holy king of disaster, was attracted.

Now even Lord Ogris has come forward to inquire about this matter.

To know.

This lord is as respected by the people of this land as the king of this country.

The reason is that the other party is the right-hand man of the human hero Lord Yunus.

Such a being handles the matter personally.

It means that the sight of the sage Yunus has already paid attention to this place.

You can see how big things are.

If it is possible.

Morrison wanted to die in front of the other party in exchange for the chance of his family's survival.

It's not that he didn't think about leaving.

It's just that he knows that the way to leave is still a way to a desperate situation.

"Master Doug."

Morrison shouted to the city defense officer who was about to leave.

The latter stopped.

Turned to look at him.

He said with a gloomy look: "I know what you want to say, Morrison. Before there is any news from the summit, I hope you won't do anything stupid."

"Even death is a choice."

"I understand."

Morrison nodded.

No longer hesitate.

He took out a dagger from his arms.

He stabbed hard into his heart.

Doug, the city defense officer, looked at the fallen corpse in front of him, and a lot of gloom appeared on his originally gloomy face.

For him.

Morrison's suicide would do him no good.

Because the next person directly responsible is him, Doug.

So Morrison's suicide didn't move him.

Can't move him either.

He even felt hate.

Hating the other is a coward and bequeathing the responsibility to him.

speak up.

He is just the little earl of the Eighth Palace of Gold, and he is simply unable to resist the wrath of the overlord forces in the King Realm.

Fortunately.

This resentment was quickly alleviated.

Just as he was preparing to pack up the body and prepare to leave.

Suddenly, the lights on the third floor of the Morrison bar came on.

"Lord Count."

"Look."

"I have eyes."

Doug pushed his deputy away.

He looked solemnly at the twelve figures standing on the eaves of the barman.

Under the night.

These strange warriors with different masks caught his attention instantly.

Different from the surprise and curiosity of his subordinates.

Doug smelled death in them.

very dangerous.

Doug defined them.

Then he quickly thought of the incident of Oris and others.

He was not impulsive.

The death of the Golden Seven suggests that this group of bandits possesses powerful dark forces.

His advancing and probing.

It is death without any meaning.

So he just asked someone to prepare a car to take him away temporarily.

he knows.

This matter is beyond the scope of what he can handle.

Facts have proved that he was right.

Suburban woodland outside the west city.

White horse.

Then moonlight.

Ogris lowered his body, pushed aside the white snow, and looked into Orlan's eyes that remained fixed.

Startled back a few steps.

A look of horror appeared on his calm face.

The sky of this deadwood field.

To change.

bang~
After half an hour.

A flash of light flashed across the sky of the royal capital.

Before the bartender.

A red light passes through the snowflakes.

It landed on the eaves opposite the barman.

Yunus looked coldly at the old man sitting cross-legged on the platform on the third floor of the barman.

The eyes live up to the tenderness of the previous encounter.

"sit."

Su Hao could feel the other party's emotions.

But he didn't care.

Because he knows what he's doing.

Yunus glanced at the [-]th Detachment.

He said lightly: "Okay."

The host is seated.

Yunus said directly: "Did you kill the man?"

Su Hao nodded.

"I can understand that you want to kill Tungus, but why did you attack Oran?"

"His church once poisoned my granddaughter."

"So you're going to kill a great sage?"

"A man who enjoys being bathed in blood cannot be called great."

Yunus shook his head.

Denied: "Olan has never coerced anyone to sacrifice blood for him. Do you know how many evils he has killed in the Abyss line of defense, and how many crises he has resisted for the entire Witherwood Domain?"

"I don't know, but just because I have power doesn't mean greatness."

Su Hao said calmly.

Yunas' face turned blue when he heard this.

I couldn't bear some excitement and said:
"you."

"You're a lunatic!"

(End of this chapter)