I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Hearing Izayoi's arrogant and provocative speech, Weiser felt weak all over his body. The pride in his heart was being trampled under his feet by the kid from the unknown guild in front of him. Every cell in his body seemed to be trembling. Prepare for the final all-out battle, everyone seems to be shouting: Kill him! Use all your strength to kill him!

".......well!"

After a long silence, Weiser let out a long sigh. He scratched his short black hair vigorously, then loosened the collar of his military uniform and pulled hard, exposing his strong chest full of scars to the cold air.

"OK!"

The man's eyes were full of murderous intent at this time.

"Then, just die like this, kid!"

With his spirit completely liberated, Weser raised the huge bagpipe in his hand and turned it vigorously above his head, drawing a circle of orbits.

In response to his actions, the ground rumbled loudly, and there was a violent vibration under the feet that made it difficult to stand.

A huge force that has never been matched so far is slowly gathering

To the tip of Weser's bagpipes.

"Okay, good...that's great! Looks like it's worth looking forward to!"

The fire of excitement ignited in Izayoi's eyes again. He lowered his posture, and his whole body gathered all his strength like a bowstring being slowly pulled apart.

The right fist was clenched tightly, the knuckles turned white, and began to crack.

In order to deliver the next strongest blow, each of them kept their bodies in a semi-tight state for optimum exertion.

And as the ground vibration caused by Weser's dancing magic flute completely subsided, the killing blows from both sides were violently exchanged like violent meteors colliding with each other!

It was the power of the completely liberated godhead and the power of crushing the gift with all its strength. The two sides gathered at one point, facing each other.

At this moment, the huge energy erupted from the fight between the two even caused everything around them to fall into absolute silence.

Then, in the blink of an eye, a dazzling light burst out from the center of the battlefield carrying a terrifying shock wave visible to the naked eye——

Boom!

...

"First there were golden curry sticks, and now there's a big firework that looks like an exploding star..." Cheng Rang covered his long brown hair that was constantly flying around in front of his eyes due to the crazy airflow, and sat astride the roof.

"It seems that Izayoi's side is about to decide the winner, so it's best if everything goes smoothly without me having to deal with it.... This way, I can easily steal Shiroyasha's money while watching the show and fishing. Come on!"

A few minutes later, the aftermath of the collision of powerful forces dissipated completely. Even the hills made of rubble were completely flattened, and the entire combat range with a radius of several hundred meters became an absolute scorched earth.

Weiser and Izayoi both lay on the ground with their limbs spread wide.

Weiser turned his head, quietly stared at the broken front end of the bagpipe beside him, and murmured.

"Hey...boy."

"What's wrong?" Izayoi, who was also lying on the ground and breathing heavily, raised his voice and responded.

"Are you really human?"

Izayoi laughed dumbly, "Ah, from a taxonomic point of view, right."

However, Izayoi's right hand was also terrible at this time. The bones of the hand were shattered and the skin was torn apart, as if it had exploded from within. Judging from the embarrassment he looks like now, Izayoi's side should be the one who is slightly worse.

However, at the cost of one hand, the enemy's main force was shattered. The results are worth the price.

Izayoi stood up slowly while holding the ground with his left hand and said, "Okay, let's do it again. Although the flute is broken, you should still be able to play, right?"

"No...it doesn't look like that."

Weiser's body began to turn into points of light and collapse like La Ting. He looked at his hands that had turned into particles of light and said to himself: "Tsk, since the medium of summoning has been shattered, of course it will evolve into this..."

"Are you going to disappear?"

"Yeah." Weiser looked at Izayoi with a bitter smile, "Damn it, I shouldn't have fallen for your boring provocation."

"Don't be so heartless. I had a lot of fun, and it really hurt."

Izayoi pressed his right arm, cold sweat already covering his forehead. After suffering such serious injuries, he actually wanted to lie on the ground and roll around and howl, but of course his pride would not allow him to behave in such a useless way.

Izayoi turned his back to Weiser, whose figure gradually became hazy.

"Goodbye. Although I have said it several times, I am really happy. After all, so far, the only other guy who can fight me head-on is the guy you want to kick out of the game."

"Of course, you damn brat! It would be okay if people like you were everywhere... Haha, forget it, take care of yourself."

Weiser and Izayoi both laughed heartily, and then Weiser, who gradually turned into a stream of light, watched the young man leave.

He realized that it was this persistence that would lead to defeat, and he could only quietly welcome the end.

"It's a pity that I can't go to the end with you, my master..."

On the scorched earth, except for a series of footprints dripping with blood and leaving straight away, there was no one left.

Chapter 127 What’s wrong? Is your mother a canary too?

The intense fluctuations like golden lightsabers and meteors that appeared one after another on the battlefield subsided.

Pest sighed as she stared at the bright blue light rising up along with the smoke from the scorched earth.

La Ting and Weser seemed to have been defeated...

Unlike the happy faces of Black Rabbit and Sandora on the other side, Pest's eyes were a little empty.

If you think about it carefully, maybe your own plan to control the situation was too naive, which led to this consequence.

One week + 24 hours. I was confused by this time limit. I insisted on spending time and wanted to win the game without getting hurt. Based on the current results, my team was always passive.

If she had given up defense from the beginning and led La Ting and Weser to kill... the situation should not have deteriorated to this point. As expected, as a demon king, she was still a novice, Pest reflected on herself.

The sound of shattering glass and the energetic shouts of the combatants came one after another. Under the induction, there were less than fifty pieces of glass that had not been destroyed. If the Grimoire continues to be destroyed, the spiritual quality that pushed him to the position of a god of death will also disappear. Once the spirit of the god is lost, I am afraid that the authority of the organizer will also be lost.

In fact, Pest's divinity as the Demon King is not the incarnation of the disease Black Death, but a divinity obtained by becoming the "God of Death" representing death as a result of the 80 million lives taken away by the Black Death.

To be more formal, her gift name is actually [Black Death Spotted Death].

Although the master-slave relationship between La Ting and Weser was established due to the development of the situation, they are still the original partners who are loyal to themselves.

At this point, only Pest was left alone on the organizer's side.

Is it time? Pest closed her eyes silently.

"enough....."

Pest flew high into the sky, looking down condescendingly at the class ruler Sandora and the Hakoden aristocrat Black Rabbit who had been fighting with him.

"I don't want to waste any more time, as long as I get Shiro Yaksha - kill everyone else!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black wind swept up crazily, covering the sky.

The black wind flowing through the sea of ​​clouds dispersed the clouds, and then spread in the air, pouring towards the town of Hamel below.

The air began to rot, birds in the sky fell to the ground one after another, and rats on the road died immediately just by being exposed to the black wind.

"Unlike the previous sideshows, this is a wind that will bring death if it hits it."

"this....!"

Pest stretched out her finger, and the black wind that hit from the air could not get close to it no matter what kind of force it was. Although the black rabbit raised the vajra and let out thunder, it was instantly dispersed. There was nothing he could do, so he could only fight with Sando Pull away together.

"It is indeed the power of the 'giver'! Is this the power of a god that can grant the grace of death...!"

—The wind of grace that bestows death.

After becoming the 'giver' as a god, Pest's black scenery can bring death to everyone just by touching it. Judging from this point, Pest does have the excellent qualities to become a god.

"Although...I heard that just seeing the devil in Celtic mythology will cause death, but it is a similar situation now. The power of physical properties cannot penetrate the wind of death at all!"

Black Rabbit and Sandora frequently retreated. While dodging the wind of death blowing from above, they were afraid of this power.

"No, if this continues, the participants responsible for finding stained glass will..."

However, now that they are unable to protect themselves, they have no time to rescue other contestants. They are all scattered throughout the town in small teams. If they cannot stop the spread of the black wind, the complex terrain cannot take care of everyone.

Although some contestants saw that the situation was bad and hid in buildings to take shelter, several Salamandra members who were responsible for protecting the contestants were swallowed up by the wind of death.

Their lives were taken away before they could even scream. Sandora bit her lips and watched this scene, her red hair burning with anger.

"How dare you bring down the members of Salamandra... I will never spare you!"

Black Rabbit seemed to have made up his mind and took out the black and white decorated gift card.

"There is no other way. In this case, we can only take action now..."

However, the moment Black Rabbit took out the card, her eyes inadvertently glanced at a picture that made her mind go blank.

A figure that was so familiar that it could penetrate deeply into one's soul appeared next to a young man who was about to be swallowed up by the black wind, and rescued him at the critical moment.

Short blond hair, emerald eyes, and that outfit.

That...that's...Lord Canary? !

(Did I read that correctly?!)

The hair on the black rabbit's ears stood up.

.......

Cheng Rang now only feels bitter in his mouth.

He wanted to hide in the dark and watch the show in peace, but he never thought that Pest would suddenly launch such a large-scale fatal offensive.

Although most of the protected participants, except Salamandra's people, had hid in the building, he spotted a familiar figure still wandering outside.

"Damn it, why is that boy Yaerlin here?!"

Arlin, the leader of the "Will of the Plains" guild with a green branch shield embroidered on his chest, was racing on the street against the wind of death coming from behind.

He was sweating profusely and was obviously about to fall down from exhaustion, but he still gritted his teeth and held a girl younger than him in his arms.

The number of people participating in the Fire Dragon Birth Festival was very large, so if you haven’t seen them before, it would be considered normal.

Ya'erlin is an acquaintance of Cheng Rang...and NoName's first staunch ally. It is impossible for him to ignore death like this.

Cheng Rang had encountered the Pingyuan Will Guild and others who were setting up stalls on the street to raise travel expenses for this birth festival. Cheng Rang also obtained the information from them. Due to emotions and reasons, it is not surprising that Yaerlin would appear here.

But why is it at this time? What a coincidence!

Without falling down due to the disease infection, Arlin, who is full of sense of justice, will definitely stand up and participate in this game of the devil's gift...ah! What a headache!

Black Rabbit apparently also discovered Ya'erlin who was running for his life, but she was too overwhelmed to save her in time.

The flying bird controlling Iron Giant Dean is covering the retreat of the contestants on the other side. The lifeless red giant is blocking the invading wind of death with its own body. Now it can take action.

...Only yourself!

He noticed that the only people here were Black Rabbits, and Yaerlin was running for his life. He had no time to look back at himself. Cheng Rang didn't know what the camouflage mixture would turn into if he went out like this, but he couldn't care less now. So much.

Putting away the iconic long knife at his waist, Cheng Rang exerted force with his feet and smashed the tiles on the roof. His whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Yaerlin who was running desperately.

The moment his figure emerged from the shadows, his long brown hair suddenly shrank and transformed, and the familiar short blond hair with slight waves and the iconic symmetrical shell earrings suddenly appeared.

The effect of the camouflage mixture was outstanding, and his appearance really changed as a result.

But...why is it still a fucking canary? Izayoi is obviously not here!

Cheng Rang could clearly feel that the gaze from the rabbit suddenly stabbed his back as if it was filled with astonishing heat.

In response to this, Cheng Rang could only have black lines on his head, and shouted words in his heart that represented his current complex mood——

"屮!"

Chapter 128 Green! It's green! Cheng Rang is green!

Yaerlin, who was desperately racing against the wind of death behind him, had actually hid in a building bunker before, but just when he and other participating members saw that the black wind that was eroding the entire town was about to hit, the end of the road appeared in front of them. The figure of a little girl appeared.

It seemed that they were separated from the large army. The participants who fled in a hurry did not have time to take care of the little girl who was not escaping quickly. Although as a participant, you cannot judge people based on their age and appearance, but it is obvious that they are alone now. If she doesn't hide in a building on the street, she will not be able to escape the fate of death.

"Someone has to save her!"

"Stop! Are you crazy? Black Wind is going to catch up soon. What if you don't have time to run back? Do you want to kill everyone here?"

One of the participants stopped Yaerlin, who wanted to open the door and rush out, and shouted to persuade him.

"Then can you bear to watch her lose her life like this?"

The participant dodged Yaerlin's direct gaze and said in a deep voice: "...But it's too risky to go out to save people now, and even if you run out like this, you can be 100% sure to save her. ?"