The son-in-law of Mr. Hachishaku

Chapter 109 Destined to Die (seeking tickets for subscription)

At this point in time when the Faded One has not yet returned, the prosthetic limb seems a bit unworthy of its name.

His great plan had just begun, and he had not yet transformed himself into a multi-armed monster with teeth and claws as he would later do.

Although the image is still majestic and terrifying, it is just an appearance.

After several battles, Li Ang has been keenly aware of his weaknesses.

The huge and deformed body made Grek lose his flexibility. The limbs that did not belong to him and the heavy giant ax of the ancestors made his movements extremely cumbersome. His inferiority complex and cowardly personality made him timid during the battle, and he always had to accumulate strength before he was willing to move.

Knowing the essence of the enemy, Li Ang no longer hesitated, and leaped towards Gregor with one stride.

The two struggled together and then crashed into the Golden Tree Church behind them. The huge impact destroyed the gray-white outer wall. Most of the church collapsed in an instant, and the broken stone dome rolled down like a heavy rain.

Li Ang climbed up from the pile of stones first, and threw out a sharp black light tentacle, which hit Grek's chest. He groaned and staggered a few steps back.

Then, dozens of menacing blood-red arrows precisely hit Gregor's heart.

The unbearable pain made him kneel on the ground. The tattered clothes completely lost the function of covering up his shame, and the exposed skin was full of wounds.

Greg raised his head, his eyes burning with humiliating anger: "Only God can fight against God, you are just an ant!"

He raised his ax flat, and it was full of cracks left from previous battles.

"The golden bloodline is invincible!"

"Then try it." Li Ang's body suddenly spewed out countless tentacles, and with a series of terrifying air currents, the black veins were like an ancient undercurrent, galloping around with killing intent.

Greg tried his best to resist, but he couldn't block them all.

The tentacles penetrated his twisted body mercilessly, and the noble blood dripped down the wound, and finally mixed with the humble dust, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Li Ang gradually approached: "Weak king, what a pity."

"You crazily worship the glory of your ancestors, but you will never learn to carve yourself like them. You only know how to plunder and plunder, and want to use the power of others to achieve yourself. You are not worthy of the blood in your body, let alone the golden descendants The name."

After finishing the verdict, he made a final blow with all his strength.

But Greg was unable to resist. He was smashed out like a rag bag, and the muscles and bones forged by the blood of God were easily broken like rotten wood.

He could only lie down on the gravel and gasp for air.

The lower body was unconscious, and the mountain demon's right arm was hanging limply beside him, and all the bones from the shoulder to the wrist were shattered.

He tried hard to hold himself up with his other hand, but the burning pain from the fracture in his spine forced him to give up the idea.

If given time, Greg's body could recover, but he ran out of time.

"Where's your rhetoric, Greg?" Li Ang came to him, stretching out a sharp knife with his fingertips: "Facts have proved that every word you say is as failure as your life."

"Whether I failed or not is not something you can define." Greg coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

Li Ang grabbed his neck and slowly applied force: "Your mouth is much harder than your bones."

The sharp claws pierced Grek's jaw and penetrated the trachea. The bone fragments in his neck compressed the nerves. He howled in pain, and the sound and pus and blood flowed out of the hole in his throat, falling wetly to the ground.

The bloated and dilapidated body shrugged violently, and then completely calmed down.

Perhaps because he always looked down on Li Ang, who was born with mud legs, Greg never begged for mercy like he did to Marlenia until his death.

After his death, his body immediately became shriveled and thin, and his remaining limbs rotted and fell off.

Choosing this evil means of seeking Tao is the result of pretentiousness and inferiority in the bones, and it is the struggle of the golden blood that has been weakened after the broken war and reduced to the edge.

But the dream of becoming a king is just a straw after all, no matter how carefully planned it is, it is just a wedding dress for others.

Witnessing the prince's failure, his big rune was automatically transferred to Li Ang's body, and the corpse was also drained of the last trace of nutrients by the black light virus.

There is no flash of golden light, let alone great momentum.

But Li Ang is completely different from before. He is no longer a mortal, but a demigod endowed with divinity, and has the qualifications to compete for the throne of Elden.

As for the specific feelings, he couldn't feel them for the time being.

Because he wanted to activate the big rune in his body and exert its original power, Li Ang needed to go to Greg's Divine Grant Tower to regain the recognition of the supreme will.

He doesn't plan to go anytime soon.

When will you solve your own problems before you have the energy to deal with the Creator?

However, as soon as Greg died, the Supreme Will probably already knew of his existence.

"It's not a big problem!" Li Ang picked up the deliberately kept head of Greg, and walked out slowly.

The aftermath of the battle alarmed the garrison in the city, and they gathered at the gate of the main castle, looking around.

When they saw someone coming out, they immediately charged with swords and spears, roaring.

Li Ang swayed head-on, pulled out a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood with a wave, and several knights who rushed to the front were cut off in the middle.

Then he raised Greg's head and smashed it down hard.

The head of another executioner split open at the sound.

As expected of a golden bloodline, his head is stronger than that of ordinary people.

"The limb is dead, kneel down!" Li Ang raised his head high and told the world.

The garrison stopped unconsciously, but did not move further, and there was only silence in the crowded open space.

After an unknown amount of time, a famous knight accidentally lost his spear, causing a chain reaction in an instant.

A large number of garrison dropped their weapons, turned around and ran out of the city, shouting in horror: "Golden Grek is dead!!! Golden Grek is dead!!!" The remaining people knelt down in front of Li Ang and put their heads on the ground. Like curled up pilgrims.

Li Ang ignored them and continued walking outside the city.

Just a few steps away, a trembling withered hand stretched out from the crowd, and there was a fiery red ball in the palm.

"Please accept my grapes and spare my life."

Li Ang looked at the strange grape shaped like an eyeball, then at the man's ordinary face, and put it into the equipment slot.

The Supreme Will hasn't done anything yet, but it has been targeted by other things first.

I'm going crazy. Why don't you come to me, Xiaomu!
A few minutes later, Li Ang left Stonewell without any resistance.

It was just getting dark when we got back to the hut in Storm Hills.

Marlenia was still sleeping against the corner as before she left, while Finlay was sitting on the ground with his back to him, tinkering with something unknown, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"I thought you weren't going to come back."

The female knight turned around, clutching a fresh, steaming wolf pelt in her hand.

Li Ang said in surprise: "You still have time to fight wolves? Don't you want the noble god?"

"Then what should I do?" There was a bit of complaint in her tone: "You can't count on it, and besides, it was delivered to the door by yourself."

"Hurry up and start the pot. We will have warm broth to drink tonight."

"Let's go after we're full."

Li Ang curled his lips: "How dare you say that I can't count on you, look what this is!"

After speaking, he threw Gregor's head in front of her.

However, due to the severe beating he suffered during his lifetime, his facial features were beyond recognition. As a result, Finlay only recognized it as a head and did not see who it was, so he threw it out of the house with a look of disgust:

"Sorry, although I am very hungry, I am not hungry enough to eat people."

"Or are you planning to have your limbs replaced and give yourself a head that's a little brighter?"

Li Ang said helplessly: "I want you to see it, not eat it!"

Finlay wiped his hands in disgust: "What's so good about a dead head? Is it possible that if I look at it a few more times, it can turn into Greg?"

Li Ang nodded.

The female knight tilted her head, and there were many question marks in her eyes.

Li Ang continued to nod.

Finlay slapped his thigh suddenly and laughed loudly: "This is definitely the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life!"

"You come back late. I won't blame you. Why are you making such a lame excuse?"

Li Ang looked at the strand of white hair blown by the wind on the grass outside the house, with frivolous eyebrows, and no longer explained anything.

There was a black cauldron and a few pieces of unburned firewood in the dilapidated house, which should have been left by a passing traveler. After a little cleaning, Finlay put in fresh wolf meat.

The broth simmered, and she squatted by the fire like a child, waiting patiently.

"Give way." Li Ang held the collected firewood and stuffed it into the bottom of the pot. He was so half-conscious that he even started to light the fire himself.

The female knight reluctantly gave way.

He imitated the example and squatted down: "I heard that wolf meat is not good to eat."

Finlay rested his chin on his knees: "Have you eaten?"

Li Ang shook his head honestly.

"Then don't destroy the sense of expectation!" Fen Lei moved to the side and distanced himself from him.

After a while, the slightly dull voice under her helmet sounded again: "To be honest, I thought you ran away in the afternoon."

"There was a narrow escape from death in this mission. I'm not sure I can take her back."

Li Ang immediately said righteously: "Protecting the safety of His Highness is the obligation of every respectful knight, even if it costs his life!"

Finley sat down on the ground: "Don't talk, I want to laugh when you talk now!"

"Are you crazy too?" Li Ang picked up the scattered firewood and threw it back into the fire: "The meat seems to be almost ready."

"Let me try it!" Finley quickly pulled out a short spear and pierced a piece of meat from the pot.

Li Ang originally thought that she would take off her helmet when eating, but she only opened a crack in the mask to expose the part below the nose.

"It really doesn't taste good, it's fishy and woody, and it's hard to chew."

After finally swallowing what was in her mouth, she turned her face to Li Ang: "What are you looking at! I will keep fully armed to deal with any danger that may arise at any time!"

"Do you think everyone is like you, with weapons scattered everywhere?"

Li Ang moved his eyes away from her delicate jawline: "Yes, there's my spear!"

Finley raised the corners of his oily mouth, and handed him the short spear in his hand: "Here, I saw that you didn't need it, so I just used the waste, hehe."

　It's alright guys, the more you write, the smoother it gets (for now)

　　
　
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