Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

This is actually the expected result.

In addition to being able to change into a human form, this knife has nothing special in essence.

The magic power is pitifully thin, and its material is nothing more than ordinary iron.In the fierce fighting where the level is not at the same level, it may not need much tossing, it will be scrapped by itself.

However, Gilgamesh didn't expect it.

The ending was as expected, but the process that led to this result was completely out of his imagination.

This sword——a sword whose name was unknown until now, cast a look at him as usual before it broke.

The eyes are very shallow, no longer dim and unclear.

But his glance from afar made Wang frowned suddenly when he touched it.

……

The origin of the matter is this.

Wang gave up his usual weapon and fought with a knife for the first time. As Siduri said, it was very difficult to use.

And he is impatient, after using it for a while, he felt that the useless long knife could only hinder him, so he just wanted to throw away the knife and use another weapon.

As soon as he let go, the knife seemed to be aware of it, and the crescent pattern on the knife flickered faintly.In the blink of an eye, the sudden shining light quickly spread throughout the body, leaving a figure standing alone in the middle of the chaotic battlefield.

A young man with blue hair and blue eyes appeared here.

He no longer saw the clothes prepared for him by the maids, but changed into the clothes that did not match this era when he first saw him.

Thick and elegant, reflecting the same distinctive beauty, it still looks abrupt here.

However, this is what suits him best.

"Bang-"

The moment he appeared, the beautiful young man waved his hand and cut off a spear that was thrown at the king.

His movements were fast and sharp, as if he had only drawn a dark blue phantom in midair.The clothes fluttered, no matter how pungent the smell of blood in the air was, it could not be contaminated by such an elegant body.

"good."

Even if the knife that he wanted to throw away changed into a human form without his order, Wang's expression remained the same, his tone was calm and authentic, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or not.

He also seemed unable to hear the noisy sound of the battlefield after a moment of silence when the knife suddenly appeared.

No matter how small the hissing sound is, if there are countless people making subconscious voices at this time, overlapping together, it will be loud enough.

"It's still a bit good." Wang glanced at the knife, and when he said it coldly, he seemed to mean something: "In this case, you can do it yourself."

"Go kill the enemy and fulfill your mission."

The knife's gaze met the red eyes of the blond man who stopped not far away through the dust that filled the air.

The other party was looking at him with eyes that seemed to see through his heart completely, this point was undisguised, it was so straightforward.

He said yes.

However, it may be because there were too many noises on the battlefield, and the weak sound wave was broken by the swift wind before it was passed on, this response did not reach the king's ears smoothly.

The knife that had severed the spear before hung down in his hand, pointing the blade at the blood-stained sand.

There was only a brief pause.

Dao closed his eyes during this period, calming down the impulse aroused by the blood and the unrelenting killing intent in his heart.

It has to be said that the sneering eyes of the "Master" are much more explicit than usual.It was as if he was in a high place, casting such a gaze from above, waiting for when he couldn't restrain himself—no, when he would reveal his true nature.

'Sure enough, I still don't like it...'

Dao secretly sighed, very troubled by this.

irritable.

He held his own body, tapped his toes, and swept forward.

Coincidentally, that was the direction the king was facing.

In front of them is a heavily armed enemy army, and the tips of knives, halberds and spears reflect the cold sharpness.

He left Wang's side without any pause in his footsteps, until he rushed into the layers of siege, vaguely aware that someone was watching him from behind, and he didn't turn his head.

——The sharp blade pierced the flesh and blood, and the blood flew.

——Obviously it was a many-to-one killing, but the abrupt shadow just used "self" to break the barrier and draw out an independent space.

When Wang was commanding the battle, he had no intention of seeing that scene by accident.

He saw the young man in the center of the enemy army.

After such a long time, the clean Chinese clothes were inevitably splashed with blood, and also blood-stained, as well as the side face of the young man reflected in Wang Chi's eyes.

"..."

Wang frowned slightly when he didn't realize it.

"..."

The knife, which was only beautiful to him, had cracks on its body.

The blood streaks splattered from the shallow edge of the blade naturally couldn't have a devastating effect on the knife.

The biggest problem is the stone axes, long knives and other heavy weapons that hit the knife one after another.

There are too many people around the knife.

Earlier, some people were fanatical in their eyes and ordered to capture this mysterious young man. For this reason, a lot of manpower was allocated to target the person who came alone.

Due to ignorance and ignorance, these greedy people only want to arrest people, and subconsciously do not want to brandish blood-stained weapons on young people, so they can only divert their targets.

The knife he used to block became the target of public criticism.

One after another—or several heavy blows fell at the same time, and each time it was hit, the blade would make a crisp clang, and the cracks covered the original crescent blade pattern, and the complexion of the person holding the blade, Also became pale again and again.

"..."

A trace of unexpected surprise finally appeared on Wang's face.

Knife's reaction was not what he had imagined.

This kind of knife is rotten from the root, and the heart of wanting to kill its master has never been concealed. When it comes to the battlefield, it has not betrayed?

Betrayal is normal, and it won't surprise Wang if he takes the opportunity to struggle and try to devour the Lord.

He watched coldly for so long, just waiting.

Waiting for the knife to tear off the outermost layer of camouflage and pretending to be obedient is really meaningless.

however--

How is this going.

Wang's brows were indeed frowned, and his attention was completely on the side that should have been ignored.

Clanking expanded and the shock deepened.

Cracks covering knife lines are increasing.

Click.

Click.

It seems that it can't last much time.

When human desires are so deep and pour out without restraint like a bottomless pit, it is terrifying.

Except for Wang who was frowning in the distance, no one noticed anything strange about the young man who was targeted.

——If you stop it at this time, maybe there is still time.

However, let's not talk about whether the king has the idea of ​​going to stop it in person.

At that moment, with his brow furrowed, he once again met the eyes of Dao who was sure he would "betray".

It was only for a moment, but obviously, judging from Wang Wei's invisible constriction of his pupils, there was an extremely rare fluctuation in his mood.

Mostly it was surprise, there might be a little bit more, it was hard to tell it was the anger of knowing everything, but guessing wrong on this one thing alone.

The knife has been stained red with human blood.

The face as elegant as jade was covered by red, but the only thing that remained clear was the pair of eyes that were as calm as death.

——Master, have I completed your order?

He seemed to be asking.

Oh, more than that.The thoughts conveyed from those eyes are far more than that.

There are darker ones.It really tore through the last layer of transparent cover, revealing all the hidden thoughts.

——Do you think I will betray you?Well, yeah, I almost thought so myself.

——I don’t know where the hostility towards you comes from, I really want to kill you, but...

As if seeing the "master" showing a shocked expression from a distance, Dao was finally satisfied.

— than kill you.

——I want to see your expression now even more, huh.

In the final analysis, Wang's biggest omission is that, when it comes to willful and reckless behavior, this knife is not weaker than him at all.

"You don't trust me, I don't care. If you want me to follow your script, sorry, it's impossible" - that's what Dao thinks.

He didn't like this "master" at all.

Subconsciously, he wanted to restrain his killing intent, and even with his own strength, he couldn't kill the master, so he gave up quite simply.

The companion who has not been awakened is a legacy problem, but after thinking about it, Dao thinks that he can't wake up anyway, leaving his companion in Uruk, maybe this king can wake up his companion on a whim like he woke him up.

As for whether Wang will have a whim, and what will happen next, anyway, he can't know anymore.

because--

He is going to be broken.

Who can control what happens after it is broken.

He didn't have any psychological pressure on the broken matter, he complied with the "mission", so he should be happy.

and so.

When the crisp sound like a mourning sound came out, the figure of the blue-haired youth became lighter, and broken ripples began to be transmitted from the hair.

He smiled at the king from a distance, as usual, the softness still showed between his brows.

Immediately, like a phantom that was finally shattered by the sun, it quietly shattered in the wind.

There was a soft knock.

Where it stayed, on top of the blood and dirt, there was a broken knife that was broken into two halves.

……

…………

After an unknown amount of time, the battlefield finally calmed down.

In Wang's heart, there is still the suspicion of whether he has been underestimated—oh, he has been teased.

This feeling is very strange, after all, no one has ever dared to provoke him.

The feeling now is like a stick in the throat, even if the bastard who tried to invade is blasted into a pulp, the strange feeling stuck in his heart still does not dissipate, but the more he thinks about it, the worse he feels.

king:"……"

Wang was thinking about whether to melt the knife that was only broken and still had wreckage into molten iron.

Of course, this idea is extremely naive, and venting to dead objects will only make him appear narrow-minded, so Wang quickly vetoed it.

However, at this moment.

A group of people—yes, it was his people—suddenly rushed towards him crying and shouting, holding something high in their hands.

"My king—"

"King! King!"

"Wang—how could this happen! Wangfei, why did Wangfei break up!"

"Wait a minute! Don't cry for now. Don't you panic if you don't see the king, he must have a way to fix the princess!"

"That makes sense... Wang! We brought back the princess! You can repair it at ease!"

king:"……???"

Who said that this king wants to repair it? !