alliance of misthophoros

Chapter 8 2.3. The Tenth Waiter: The Hero
The smile on the corner of Mandela's mouth became more and more wanton.

The purer the soul, the more divine power it can use for transformation, and the stronger the artifact used, but what surprised him was that Safir could actually use Thor's Hammer fragments.

Things are really getting more interesting.

The fully armed group in the caravan saw this, no wonder Mu Jin, an S-rank mercenary from the Hunter Alliance, would get close to these few, and it really had something special.

Seeing the thunder, Lancelot's desire to fight was suddenly aroused, he became even more excited, and launched another round of more ferocious attacks.

Under the cold night.

Those corpses that had been knocked down got up again from the sand to attack the caravan, and they moved even faster!Strength is stronger!

Saffir joins the fray using the power of Thor.

The sound of electricity, impact, and wailing mixed together was deafening.

Safire has improved much faster than Mandela imagined. Apart from being unable to control his strength, he already has a unique style of play.

This kid should have many secrets hidden in him.

The blood of the corpse accumulated in the sand, and the blood was so thick that the soft and loose gravel coagulated, and the gravel became heavier, which made it more difficult for Hibiscus to manipulate.

Hibiscus knew that she couldn't beat the famous Lancelot.

The opponent in front of him is Lancelot!
But since she chose this battle, she naturally didn't think about giving up easily!

Mu Jin shook her arms violently, and all the blood-stained gravel gathered together.

"Expedition of all beasts!"

Sand and stones suddenly flew between the sky and the earth.

Suddenly, countless birds and beasts screamed in the barren desert, but the blood strengthened the sand beast's body, making the originally loose sand and rocks appear harder, greatly increasing the sand beast's strength.

The giant beasts made of sand and gravel in the sky roared and rushed towards Lancelot who was alone.

Yelier swung his giant sword in a swirl of flying sand, and saw Lancelot looking helpless.

The heart was stabbed fiercely again.

Looking back at the past in my mind.

Yelier is a descendant of a famous general born in the royal city. He should be awe-inspiring, but it is a pity that he was born with a lame. This disability prevents his identity from being recognized by everyone, even the parents who gave birth to him. ridiculed him.

Useless cripple.

Even, his disability is not his fault.

Yelier lived in indifference and bullying when he was a child, which made his personality a little gloomy and he didn't like to talk to people.

But no one knew that even though he looked so gloomy, he actually had an object of admiration in his heart.

That person's scenery is infinite, and that person is out of reach.

The man's name was Lancelot.

Deep down in his heart, Yeliel still longed for the honor of becoming a knight.

Every time Lancelot wins a battle, while people across the country cheer for Lancelot, Yelier also cheers for Lancelot in his heart.

Once in an accidental meeting, Lancelot greeted Yelier heartily. This magnanimity without any discrimination infected Yelier. Yelier excitedly blurted out his admiration for Lancelot and his own Careful knight dream.

"Haha, you can do it too, Yelier, I believe in you!"

Lancelot approves of Jellier's dream.

No extra sarcasm.

This sentence alone instantly ignited the blood in Yelier's heart, and became the driving force for Yelier to move forward.

Finally one day.

He fulfilled this dream, and he came before the man he respected.

Yelier knelt in front of Lancelot on one knee, listening to Lancelot's words ringing in his ears:

"From today onwards, Yelier will become a member of the King City's special knights, and will serve the King City until death!"

remember.

On the day of the award, the sun was shining brightly, and what was even more dazzling than the scorching sun was Lancelot in front of him.

Originally supposed to answer "obedience", Yelier raised his head and shouted with tears in his eyes, "Master!"

Yelier was in a trance for a moment, as if everything happened just yesterday.

The lonely wind of the desert blew through the hem of Lancelot's cloth clothes, and his eyes and vision collapsed, as if he didn't know the danger in front of him.

"Lancelot." Satan whispered in his ear.

The owner who was named was numb and did not respond.

"Would you sacrifice your soul?"

Still unmoved.

Satan was not annoyed by rejection.

I only heard Satan chuckle with a magic voice, "I can promise to fulfill one of your wishes."

As if he had touched a weakness, Lancelot was shocked.

In that magnificent and solemn deep palace.

Princess Ashley, who was known for her peerless beauty, looked at the tall, wild man kneeling on one knee through a light veil.

"His Highness Ashley, please award the Knight of the Protector of the Country to the super knight Lancelot."

A shy blush appeared on the fair cheeks under the veil.

Princess Ashley came every step of the way.

At this moment, Lancelot could only hear his own thunderous heartbeat. No matter which battlefield he was on, he had never been so nervous. He was so nervous that he was at a loss, and even wanted to shrink back from his beloved.

"Knight Lancelot." Princess Ashley called out in a gentle and sweet voice.

The eyes of the two intertwined. Lancelot saw the moving eyes under the veil, while Ashley stared shyly at the masculine and resolute face.

In front of him is the brave Lancelot.

Different from the people in the palace, he has the fortitude and blood in perennial battles.She even wanted to touch the rough skin, and the blush on her face became even more intense when she thought of it.

A voice like the fragrance of the wind: "Would you like to..."

"I am willing."

Lancelot replied.

He murmured "princess".

Can't tell which is memory and which is reality.

Lancelot expressed his wish sadly.

The magic sound from hell sounded:
"The contract is established.

Just when Hibiscus was wondering whether the battle would end in his own victory, the dull Lancelot suddenly screamed in pain and went mad, and the bones he controlled also let out a scream that pierced the soul.

The explosive breath easily shattered the sand beast, and his vision was suddenly covered by the overwhelming sand. Hibiscus was knocked down hard, and he tried his best to stabilize before falling next to Safir who was using Thunder Shield.

Mandela counted down silently in his heart, becoming more and more excited.

Rashomon.

It is a forbidden technique of the spirit master, in which countless evil and powerful souls are sealed, and many of them are former subordinates of Satan.

As long as Lancelot summons and opens Rashomon.

This world is his Satan's hell again.

The first step in summoning the seventh level of Rashomon is the dead blood of a living person.

That is to draw blood from a living person to death.

After the burst of breath, there was only the whimpering wind in the desert, and the bones everywhere, and most people were knocked unconscious.

Yelier, who fell to the ground, squinted his eyes with difficulty enduring the pain, and found that the short figure beside him was no longer there, but was walking towards Lancelot, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't go! Don't go!"

Yelier screamed with all his strength: "Your Majesty!!!!" The smell of blood surged from his mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Your glory is the pride of my life.

I, Yelier, will protect His Majesty Ramses with my life!
Yelier was blurred with blood and tears, and he stood up enduring the severe pain, and walked towards the figure that was receding away, bleeding profusely from his whole body.

Hibiscus turned her head and didn't want to look, but found that Safir was staring at herself with a very strange look, but she didn't care so much, and said word by word, "I will take you away with sand flow later, don't look back .”

"Sister Hibiscus, take me there."

After confirming that Wilson was only in a coma, Safire pointed to Lancelot, his eyes were very serious, not like a joke, "I went to the guitar."

"Huh? You can't solve it with your little life. Do you think you can win with [-]% certainty? Don't you know what it means to be overwhelmed?!"

"Perhaps." Safir's face covered with dust was shining brightly, "Everyone has a time to become a hero in their hearts and want to save something with their own hands."

"His Majesty!!"

With a loud and loyal call.Safir rushed into the darkness desperately.

Like a ray of fearless light.

Mu Jin suddenly thought of the girl who was crying on the cemetery and nearly passed out.

And, Wilson's father is like the back of the city wall.

Immediately his expression was complicated.

Hibiscus suppressed the shock and emotion in her heart, and gritted her teeth: "Okay, then I will escort you there and see what miracles you can create."

Safire, who was running, was carried by the quicksand under his feet. He stood firmly on the top of the sand wave, and quickly approached Lancelot, and Hibiscus immediately followed.

But Lancelot is not so accessible.

Wave after wave of dead bodies rushed towards the intruder who appeared suddenly, but was stopped by the rolling wind and sand.

Hibiscus tightly protects Safir.

Mandela watched all this through the veil, and the current situation was a bit unexpected.

How could this kid want to show off at such a time?

He underestimated Safir's sense of justice.

Than conquer the world sooner or later.

Mandela is more inclined to teach Safir a lesson, without him it is impossible for Safir to die, but he wants Safir to understand how stupid and worthless such an extra sense of justice is.

Safir's sense of justice is definitely a kind of arrogance, which makes people feel dazzling.

Hibiscus's manipulative quicksand has excellent control ability,
"Safir." She saw that Safir's control over his own power was very unstable, "First hold your breath, and then try to imagine that power as flowing water."

Safire tried to do what Hibiscus said.

I saw the light of electric current flowing all over the body, and the electric current gradually flowed very smoothly, as if it was alive, and it no longer flickered and stopped from time to time like before.

"Touch them softly, as softly as a feather."

Safir clearly felt the pain on his body decrease little by little, and then saw that the electric current had a rare linear pause,

"And then let it become what you imagine it to be."

A light as bright as daylight gradually gathered in Safir's palm.

Hibiscus controls the swooping waves of sand.

Safire pressed on Lancelot.

In the chaos, Lancelot felt the scorching light, which was too dazzling and hurt him who was lost in the darkness, so he tried his best to cover the sun that was about to slander him.

The breath that erupted again all rushed towards the bright light.

I saw the thunder and lightning being swallowed up bit by bit in the black mist.

Hibiscus took a breath, her whole body was cold.

Mandela was no longer next to Wilson.

Sapphire, who was engulfed in this black mist, felt Lancelot's suffocating despair, that kind of unwillingness, that kind of unspeakable pain, and at the same time felt Lancelot's ups and downs in his life.

There have been joys greater than the sky, and the sweetness of staying together.

And the heartbroken lovesickness and concern.

A tear rolled down Lancelot's eye.

The roar of thunder and lightning in the black mist became more intense.

The lightning in Safir's hand gathered into a sledgehammer, and swung it fiercely into the depths of the darkness.

"The Wrath of Thor!"

A thunderstorm came from the other side of the sky, with a roar that resounded through the sky, and hit the ground, causing the ground to tremble like an earthquake.

Suddenly, the chaotic sand and flying stones confused everyone's sight.

It's all over in an instant.

Safir, who was blown away by the airflow, fell heavily on the sand, drawing a long mark of more than ten meters, and was finally caught by Mande.

Because of the contract, Mandela also felt the severe pain in Safir's body now, and his mood was not so clear, it was terrible.

"There are all kinds of people in this world, with their own sorrows and countless injustices. No matter how capable you are, you can't force yourself into danger. Promise me, be your own hero first."

"I know, but I can't let it go." Safir said angrily.

Satan finds it incomprehensible, what does the life and death of others have to do with you and me.

Safir felt that his whole body was getting cold gradually, and his mind was gradually falling into chaos.

I saw the fluttering snow in a trance.

It seems to have returned to the year when the heavy snow fell.

But this is not actually Safire's illusion.

There is indeed crystal clear fine snow falling in this desert.

Lancelot signed a contract with Satan and sold his soul to the devil.

After death, it becomes a mass of ashes, but the soul is too pure, so it makes the ashes appear white.

Like pure falling snowflakes.

Buried in heavy snow, the grievances are revealed.

(End of this chapter)