Listening to the hoarse voice of Viscount Gibran, Kant chuckled with obvious mockery.

No one standing here is a fool, looking at these figures covered in blood mist, he nodded slowly, stretched out his hand and patted it, as if applauding: "I really can't imagine that Viscount Gibran, the famous general of the Eastern County, turned out to be the devil's lackey." ”

"Oh, devil's lackey, no, no, no, no, I don't like that term."

Viscount Gibran was not angry at all.

Looking at Kant, he continued to say in a hoarse voice: "I just prayed in times of despair, and then received the gift of the Supreme Power. He paused, and the corners of his mouth cracked into a sinister smile: "You should know this clearly, don't you?" ”

"I don't know."

Kant shrugged at this: "Also curious. ”

He was curious.

Although the Eastern Commander was also next to the Sanwaya Mountains, he didn't know when the demonic power would appear.

I don't even know that the legendary general of the Eastern County Territory, Viscount Gibran, is actually a user of demonic power, and looking at the current state, it is obvious that he is still a high-level demonic vassal.

He has completely mastered the extraordinary power of the demonic type.

Almost none of them look humanoid!

"Huh."

Viscount Gibran prompted: "You know, ten years ago, the bloody battle on the north bank of the Resniston River, the miraculous victory, forged a battle of ten years of peace. ”

"Bloody Battle on the North Shore." Kant raised an eyebrow.

"That's right." Viscount Gibran nodded.

"I didn't expect that."

Kant shrugged.

Looking at the gradual approach, the red blood mist was also filled, and he still said calmly: "It turned out that battle, you used this evil demonic power to win. ”

"No, it's not evil." Viscount Gibran chuckled softly: "Only the heart of man is evil. ”

"Indeed."

Kant nodded approvingly.

It's the truth.

And Viscount Gibran also stretched out his hand, pointed at Kant, and then tapped his heart: "Ten years ago, I sent a message to your grandfather, the last generation of the Grand Duke of Lion, to rescue, but no one came. ”

There was a slight pause.

Viscount Gibran's smile became more and more hideous: "Then send a message to your father." ”

He walked forward with a dozen figures behind him.

Said slowly: "But your father, the current Grand Duke of Lion, Cameron, also has no one to come to the rescue. ”

That mist of blood filled.

It's like faces, staring at Kant in front of them.

Like an evil spirit that never lives.

It was as if the souls of the innocent were trapped inside, struggling silently.

Kant frowned slightly, with the power of a king and the power of the gods, he was completely on the path of positive energy, and he was a little uncomfortable and repulsed by the evil negative energy in front of him, or the extraordinary power of the demonic type.

Bhandak's underworld power can at least be restricted.

The demonic power of this Viscount Gibran is completely arrogant to the point where there is nothing to add!

"Then I can only fight with a group of desperate fellows, and at the same time I pray, hoping that Aemond, the god of war, will give me the power to change the tide of battle, but nothing has changed, my soldiers are still defeated on the battlefield, slaughtered by the elite troops of the Silver Plate Kingdom, as easily as slaughtering a lamb."

Viscount Gibran spoke.

"Then I was annoyed, regretful, desperate, and the supplicant prayed for anything that could be prayed for, even the legendary demons, just to be able to live."

He said.

His eyes are red like evil lamps at night.

Staring at Kant, his mouth cracked, revealing a sinister smile that did not resemble a human form at all.

"Did you know then, Baron Kant, it was really desperate, but my prayers were exchanged for real existence, willing to give me a chance to live, and at the same time give me this great power!"

Kant still nodded calmly: "Very wonderful story, please continue." ”

The distance between the two sides is less than 30 meters.

The blood mist was thick and almost rushed to the face.

But he was not afraid.

There was no panic in his eyes.

Now the person in control of the situation seems to be Viscount Gibran, who is venting some kind of emotion, but in fact, Kant, who is still in a dormant state, is like looking at fools.

Watch a fool put on a stupid show.

All 30 lion knights thought so.

It's just that the performers don't know it.

The show continues.

"This power is really powerful, breaking through the conventional transcendent limitations, as long as my strength is enough, I can pass on this power to my disciples, and in the tragic bloody battle, I will gain stronger dominating power!"

Viscount Gibran came to Kant with a sinister smile.

The distance between the two sides is only 10 meters.

The knight's sword in his hand had long since been thrown into the unknown.

But on that forehead, there was a white bone horn, revealing that the skin that had turned purple due to the blood mist, dripping blood oozing, but it was more like a monster.

More like an abyssal demon!

"Roar—"

He roared, not at all a normal human.

Then came a voice that raised his voice: "Baron Kant, the reason why I say so much is because I have delayed time, to shed the human body that binds me, and to become the supreme lord of hell and demons, the lord of evil, the flaming whipper, the embodiment of the power of Frentus!" ”

"Huhu

An invisible gust of wind appeared in an instant.

The seemingly thick mist of blood instantly turned into the outline of a huge demon's head.

The red glow of Sen Ran shone on the red glow in Viscount Gibran's eyes, with an extreme evil, like oil and gas that was ignited in an instant, roaring and roaring to Kant.

"Die! Kant! This is my first step in revenge on your father! ”

Viscount Gibran laughed maniacally.

His figure shrouded in it.

Behind him, between the red blood mist and the infinite flames that erupted, more than a dozen shimmering red figures rushed out, roaring like monsters, and rushed towards the temporary camp.

The rest of the people were captured by this blood mist, and there was nothing but demonic madness and a fury that killed everything!

"Wow-"

It can be seen with the sound of a sword being drawn.

The dozen or so figures were retreating faster than they were rushing.

No, it's not a violent retreat, but a few people were directly cut in two, and they were killed and retreated!

Even the blood-red demon head phantom that roared in front of Viscount Gibran, as if it was about to devour Kant directly, was directly pierced by a golden and white light, and then began to turn into nothingness.

"Puff puff—"

The Sarion Lion Knights move forward.

The dozen or so figures that rushed over stopped, and there were many wounds on the purple-red body, and even the chest and abdomen, as well as the throat and eyebrows, there were already deep scars.

There were also several people who couldn't dodge, and the strength of retreat dissipated, and they fell directly to the ground.

The red glint in both eyes vanished.

Apparently.

Those who are already dead cannot die again!

And the Viscount Gibran in front of him, who still had a cruel smile on his face, or the burly humanoid monster more than 2 meters tall, the frenzy and restlessness in his eyes disappeared a little, and he was replaced by surprise.

And a little bit of fear!

Kant burst into a golden glow.

The power of the king of authority and the divine power of justice condensed.

It happens to be the nemesis of all negative energy!

Especially the sword of the king in his hand, when he held it tightly, the golden glow like substance dispelled the red blood mist around him almost instantly, and even the phantom of the demon's head that was pierced through the center of his eyebrows slowly turned into nothing.

Viscount Gibran, who had become demonized, took a half step back, his eyes full of jealousy.

"I'm sorry."

Kant opened his mouth and sighed helplessly: "I want to hear you finish those stories, after all, for me, your life experience is very good, and I even have ideas, if I want to attack the East County Territory, I want to try to contact you and draw you into my camp." ”

After a slight pause, looking at the swollen head, the mouth full of sharp teeth, and the purple-red bruised skin, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's just that it doesn't seem to be needed now." ”

"Kant... Kant... Kant! ”

Viscount Gibran let out a whimpering roar.

Saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and now he didn't look like a human being: "I didn't expect you to have such power, you have deceived everyone, hahaha, you have deceived everyone!" ”

"Uh-huh." Kant nodded calmly, looking at the Viscount Gibran, who was standing in place, his eyes were full of horror and surprise, pretending to be crazy, and he also waved his sword helplessly, and a golden ray shot out in an instant.

"Poof—"

Jin Mang is a strong gathering of positive energy.

The entangled power exploded on the demonic body where the negative energy gathered, and half of the shoulder mixed with the left arm disappeared directly.

That's right, it was gone, the whole thing turned into powder, and even Viscount Gibran took a few steps back, letting out a bitter wail, and the purple-red blood flowed out, only to realize that his arm had been cut off.

If it weren't for Viscount Gibran's demonization, his physical fitness would have risen dramatically.

Estimated just now Kant's sword.

can directly wipe out half of his body!

"You... This power... It's the divine power of the Silverpan Kingdom..."

The demonized Gibran's face was full of hideousness due to pain, and his eyes were bloodshot and red, and there was also horror that could not be concealed: "Princess Sophia's hidden artifact... It turns out that it has been... You've been getting! ”

"Artifact?"

Kant frowned slightly.

The movement of wanting to continue swinging the sword also paused slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "I'm curious, Viscount Gibran, what exactly did you say my mother was hiding?" ”

"Ha, hahaha, so you don't know!"

But what answered him was an arrogant and hideous laugh.

Gibran looked at Kant with resentment, and the blood mist around the whole person became thicker and thicker.

A mysterious and mysterious, with an evil and strange power erupted in his body, and the whole person roared and instantly turned into a cloud of red mist, rushing towards the southeast at great speed.

Meanwhile.

A voice remains.

"If you want to know, come to Death Mountain, there is everything you want to know, Baron Kant, if you want to know the secrets of Princess Sophia, then come!"