Three Good Salary Kings Stand on the Ark

There was no Burning Legion invasion this time either.

It was night time again. After eating and drinking, Hong skillfully fell into Ashes' arms, and his sticking technique became more and more sophisticated.

For Hong, it's great to be with Mr. Hunter.

She stroked Hong's little furry head and cut her hair, Ashes also closed her eyes.

The two of them snuggled in the wilderness, only the sound of shallow breathing continued to sound.

The familiar darkness swept in again—

"Hey!! You bastards! Get out of here!"

Just as Alina was worried, after just a month, the lingering black bugs came to the door.

The picket team reported the situation every other month. One team lost contact. Of course, they had to find the source, and would never allow anything unusual to happen in the sacred territory of Ursus.

A lot of people from the picket team came. According to the last report, they learned that the last village to be checked by the missing team was here, and they quickly came to the door.

They stretched out their feet and kicked the pillars at the gate of the village a few times, kicking off a lot of snow, and they shouted and let the whole village come out.

"What should we do? Tallulah?" Alina looked at Tallulah, who had already held the sword, and was a little worried.

"...There are too many people, even if I can't get any benefits, let's stay put."

I glanced through the window, and the dark crowd of infected pickets was like a gathering of pitch-black locusts.

After roughly estimating the number of people, Tallulah could only press her mind to attack.

Alina listened to the increasingly restless voice outside the room, and touched the white-marked wax stone in her arms.

Want to use this now?

She hesitated.

But there are new changes coming from outside the house.

"We got news that a picket team is missing from your place, and now, we want to know their whereabouts."

"Master, we really..."

"Do you want to pretend to be stupid? Or just quibble? Oh, I'll put my words here. If you don't get their whereabouts today, then you all have to disappear!"

The headed man grinned and made a gesture. The pickets behind him moved and surrounded the gathered villagers, each of them gearing up, with a tyrannical light flashing in their eyes.

"What? Do you have to continue to resist? If you don't say it, you will die! Or you will go to the mine to do hard labor. If you don't want to suffer, just tell everything you know."

"Otherwise...then the mines are in short supply."

The weapon in his hand was waving gently, as if it had crossed the hearts of the villagers. Those eyes behind the mask narrowed, and he enjoyed the feeling of grasping the fate of others.

"As long as we say it, will you really let us go?"

Under such pressure, someone finally gave in, he said carefully, bending very low.

"Of course, we are very honest."

[That's a ghost, untouchables! 】

There was a hypocritical smile on his face, but he was mocking loudly in his heart. Sure enough, the pariahs are pariahs. If you threaten them casually, they are like chickens, and let them handle it.

"Okay, okay, I said..."

Not daring to look at the angry eyes of the old man, the villagers lowered their heads and said submissively.

Watching the villagers talk intermittently, the leader also made a subtle gesture, and the team members received his instructions and quietly touched their backs.

After getting the news, these untouchables will go to the mine and squeeze out the last bit of oil.

He thought so.

But a dull voice interrupted his thoughts.

The voice was so flat that it made one wonder if the person who said it had any feelings at all.

"I'm here, I killed those people."

"Oh?" The leader turned around and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared.

After Ash fell into a dream, he came to this snowy field again. Before the world around him was clear, he heard the conversation between the picket team and the villagers.

So he made a sound after showing his stature, drawing everyone's attention.

"It's you who did it? People who dare to move our picket team know what the consequences will be compared to you, right?"

Seeing that Ash was alone, he smiled and waved his hand. The pickets rushed over and surrounded Ash.

"Boy, if you have something valuable, I can let you keep a whole corpse, otherwise, your face may be dirtier than a rotten mouse."

"is it?"

Ashes replied calmly, with a blatant sarcasm.

"Okay, very good! Let's do it!!"

The picket captain, who was easily provoked, roared, drew his weapon and rushed towards the ashes.

So many of them beat him, and this little white face doesn't look like he can beat him. Isn't this easy to catch?

Tallulah, who was hiding on the sidelines, saw Ashes being besieged by so many people. Just as she was about to go out to help with her sword, she was pulled by Alina.

"You... why are you stopping me? Alina? I'm going to help him."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ash will be fine."

Alina said so, and touched the slightly rough ash. It also seemed to sense the arrival of ashes, and it was constantly passing on warmth.

"He is a real hero... How could the path of a hero be blocked by the younger generation?"

She murmured softly, looking at Ashes who was being besieged but not in any way messed up.

Only she knew what it was like.

At a glance, it is still a rotten and dirty soul, without exception, that's all.

Ash raised his hand, and a azure blue light appeared.

A group of dazzling blue crystals flew out of his hand and floated into the air leisurely.

"Warlock? What can this little light group do? Illuminate your death?"

He laughed arrogantly, but the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

[Crystal Hail—Specialized Version of Soul Crystal Gun]

This is the twin teacher who is famous as the crystal old man. Its unique magic, taught by O'Beck and improved from ashes, is more lethal than the original.

The small crystal light flashed suddenly, and in the next instant, a huge crystal spear emerged from the blue light, shooting out with unstoppable penetrating power.

The soul crystal gun exudes a dazzling glow and has an illusory beauty, but its power is not illusory at all.

The picket captain only saw a flash of blue light before his eyes, and then he stopped.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't move.

The huge crystal spear pierced through his chest, pierced through his body, and pinned him to the snow.

【I am...】

He looked at the crystal gun on his chest suspiciously, all this happened too fast, before he could react, his life had come to an end.

The limbs became dull, the vision became blurred, and the temperature in the body quickly escaped.

It's so cold, so cold!But it wasn't cold enough compared to the civilians who were eaten by them and froze to death on this snowy field.

The last scene he saw before his death was the soul crystal spear that bloomed like a flower and was suspended upside down in the sky and shot out.

His vision darkened, and his head, which had been looking down at others, also lowered.

With the pleasant sound of the crystal gun being fired, these black bugs were also dyed crystal blue one by one, without exception.

Infected pickets, all wiped out.

Chapter 120 Destroyed jet of white light! (

On the pure white snow lay a dark figure, the azure blue crystals dissipated, and the dark red blood snaked out like a snake, and traces of its debut were flowing on the pure white snow.

The same position, the same ending, except that more people died and more blood was shed, nothing changed.

This is the ashes, standing at the apex of violence overlooking the people of the world.

Seeing Ashes annihilating the picket team again, the villagers gradually became active. If there was Ashes, if there were him, maybe they would no longer have to be afraid of these black bugs!

They looked at the ashes with longing in their eyes.

Seeing that the dust had settled, Alina and Tallulah came out.

"This... is really terrifying power." Tallulah stepped over the corpses, leaned over and looked at them, she was already dead.

When Ashes used the fire of sin to burn down the pickets, Tallulah thought she could be on par, but she couldn't just burn people but not clothes like Ashes.

But this time, she really felt the power of Ashes, and the gorgeous crystal flower was still lingering in her mind.

If she met that thing——, Tallulah looked at the deep penetration marks on the ground and shook her head.

Still don't ask for it.

But she also noticed one thing, that is, Ashes releases spells with bare hands, which is very important.

Terra has Originium, and Originium Art, which looks like magic.

But the release of Originium Art requires a medium, and the caster needs a staff to activate the Originium Art.

Only the Infested can unleash Originium Arts without a staff, as part of themselves is an Originium.

That is, Ashes are the infected?

Putting this conjecture down for the time being, Tallulah knew that this was not the time to ask this.

Just as the two were about to go forward and say something, they saw Ashes move again.

Bending down to pick up an already cold corpse, flames ignited in Ash's hand.

The tongue of flame licked greedily, and in a few seconds it was completely burnt, and there was not even a little bit of ashes left.

At the same time, a gray-white aerosol mass appeared in Ash's hand, constantly lingering and flowing.

【The Soul of the Pickets】