~： Sixth Year Story 068

Inselton looked at the crude door that was about to fall and flicked his finger.

The fat boy beside him glanced at the short man, snorted, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You know how to use me. When will you do it yourself?"

"Hehe, there's no way. Look at me, how strong is your strength?"

"Hmm, these are."

Inselton's kind words made Felt feel bright on his face. He strode to the door. Take a deep breath. In an instant, his two originally very strong arms became stronger, and they were still tinged with red. The boy gave a violent shout, raised his fists and slammed directly on the door, with a bang and a loud noise.

Of course, the rotten door couldn't resist Firth's full blow, and it was blasted to pieces with the loud noise. Inselton patted Felt on the arm, and the two went one after the other. Walked into this abandoned warehouse.

"Ok!"

As soon as I entered the warehouse, a strong musty smell came out. There is no light in the warehouse where the sun is not visible, and you can't see your fingers.

The two of them covered their noses and walked forward carefully. All around, Zhimei.com was hanging high on Liangyu, and the dust on the ground almost became a carpet. No matter how careful you are, every step you take will raise some dust.

"Because... Insilba..."

After entering this gloomy space, Felt, who was still full of strength just now, somehow began to shrink. With some worry, he shrank behind his friend, but his huge body trembled slightly, clutching Inselton's hand, not daring to move forward.

The situation in Innstown is also not better. He gritted his teeth and stepped winged. The more you advance into the darkness. He could feel his heart beating harder.

A sense of oppression,

A heavy sense of oppression.

Once upon a time, they also had the same talent as the "that person" here. Although the strength of the two of them is not as good as the "genius" in any case, the "genius" has never given them such a sense of oppression.

with…

Rolled from the two foreheads.

Patter,"

Drop on the ground.

This was only a slight noise, but it made the two people startled like a frightened bird, and stopped.

space……

Delete silence.

"Grumbling,"

The two swallowed their saliva and moved again. Inselton took out the fire and lights it up. The faint light finally slightly dispelled the darkness and unknown here. at last. In the innermost part where the light can hardly penetrate,

A person sitting facing the wall.

And his body is already covered with the spider girl network.

Seeing this man, Inselton and Felt unexpectedly knelt down unconsciously. The two men were full of fear. But more, it is joy.

The more their masters bring them this sense of oppression, it means that their masters have become stronger. As the right-hands who will serve the future duke in the future, they feel extremely excited and extremely happy!

Felt was a little speechless with excitement, but Inselton was surprised and did not forget his purpose. After banging his head three times towards that figure, he raised his head and said happily.

"Young Master! It's time for you to become famous!"

Did Inselton's words reach that back figure?

do not know.

All he knows is that the freckled-faced boy raised his head and looked at that figure very closely.

In previous years, this figure was only left with a chic short blond hair.

But now, his hair has grown to his back. Scattered.

In previous years, this figure would never allow the slightest dirt on himself.

But now, the costume on his body is already torn, revealing the strong muscles underneath. For those spider girls who weave webs all over him. But there is no reflection.

He sat cross-legged.

On his thigh, there is a rusty rusty sword, just like when he had just got it, sleeping there

Seeing no reflection from the back. Inselton said again: "Master! Hallelujah, the legendary sword of the Devil Emperor, is about to perform the recognition ceremony in the city of Venez in the territory of the Kingdom of Death. I have announced this news, my master. As long as you become the master of the Demon Sword, you will be able to declare in front of everyone to become the new Demon Emperor and command all the Demon Races! I think that in the world today, only you have this qualification!"

Phil went too far, looking at Inselton. Seriously, it was him who could never say such a thing.

Inselton looked at that figure nervously, hoping to get some praise. He knew very well how proud the young duke heir was. He has strength and proud capital. Like others to praise, of course, also like others to pursue.

After a long time, that figure moved.

Inselton's excited eyes beamed, and he climbed a few steps forward.

The golden hair of that shawl moved slightly, and his back also returned to the ups and downs of breathing from the dead silence just now.

The two knew that after a year of silence, their master"

finally came back.

"Devil Emperor", the sword? "

A familiar but unfamiliar voice came from there. Inselton couldn't help but shudder. nod.

"According to you, do you want me to participate in this recognition ceremony and become the next boarder of Magic Sword?"

"Yes, yes, Master, apart from you, I really can't think of anyone else with such a qualification!"

The back smiled.

He stood up.

The dust on his body and the spider sister net shattered and fell. And the rust sword that had been on his knees was held in his hand. Shake his hand and insert it into the sheath.

"I will go."

The back turned his head. What appeared in front of the two of them was a face that made people take a breath of air. There was a sneer on this face, and the eyes were no longer as gorgeous and lacking in spirit as they were a year ago.

"But I am going to destroy this magic sword."

The young man took steps. Where he walked barefoot, there was no dust.

"In this world, apart from being destroyed, there is no second way to go for this evil thing."

He passed by the two of them, his nose silent, like a ghost.

"What do you mean?"

Standing at the door, facing the scorching sun shining in, he looked at the scabbard with the rusty sword in his hand and sneered again...

"My Eternal Sabre"

"Vatican."