A man in the ark was forced to become a king

The operator from the Tower of Babel opened the door and walked into the office. He bowed his head respectfully and said, "Your convertible is ready."

"convertible car?"

Theresia subconsciously looked out the window. Although the sun had not yet fully come out, she could already see the clouds suppressing the sky through the light on the horizon. The weather today was obviously not going to be very good.

In such weather, it might rain at any time. Then, she would drive out in a convertible?

Who came up with this idea?

"...Your Highness, because you ordered that this trip should be more formal, our battle-damaged Jeeps are really not worthy of mention, and only this one looks better, so..."

The operator didn't make his words very clear, but the lingering embarrassment on his face was extremely noticeable even when he lowered his head.

Hearing what he said, Theresia also felt a little embarrassed.

"Then, get ready, let's go."

After some thought, she chose to skip the topic.

A convertible is a convertible. The distance is not too far anyway, so nothing will happen...

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Crackling~!

The white frost extended all the way along the gravel and sand, extending to dozens of meters away, lowering the surrounding temperature by a few points.

Lin Lu walked over from behind, just in time to see the pale icy moon exploding not far away.

"How's it going? Is this body still comfortable to use?"

"It's very smooth. As I expected, after switching to this body, I can stay fully awake and no longer need to isolate myself."

Her bright red hair swayed in the air, and Lani turned around. There seemed to be a dark moon hidden in her blue eyes.

Although there are still no senses comparable to real life, it is satisfying enough to be able to move freely between heaven and earth.

Not to mention that the performance of this body is stronger than expected, and it is almost indiscriminately compatible with spells from the border area.

Of course, it would be better if those 'small devices' installed in the body could be removed, such as the lightsabers in the arms, eyes that emit light, and mouths that breathe fire...

"That's good."

She held the petite girl in her arms with open arms. Lin Lu held Lani in her arms, feeling the warm touch that was very close to a real person. Her mood suddenly became very good, and even her tone became much more relaxed.

"The Tower of Babel sent a message through the emergency communication device. Theresa is already on the way. Do you want to go out with me to pick her up?"

"Why, should we take the initiative to go out to greet her?"

Lani frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.

The Golden Tree and the Tower of Babel have equal status in the covenant. In any case, there is no need for them to take the initiative to greet the Demon King of Babel.

"Of course it's not a greeting, I just think we should go and have a look, just the two of us, without anyone else."

With the slightly gloomy sky in the distance reflected in her eyes, Lin Lu let go of her arms, her expression a little subtle.

"I don't know what happened, but I had a bad premonition after seeing that emergency communication, as if someone from the Tower of Babel would encounter some accident on the road."

"It's okay if it's just random thoughts, but this time the feeling is particularly clear. I think it's better to pay attention to it. If something really happens on the territory close to us, wouldn't it be a slap in our face?"

"alright."

Lani felt that this reason was extremely unreliable, and it was no different from casually perfunctory.

But she didn't refuse. After coming to this world and holding it in for so long since she woke up, she finally had a body that could move freely. She didn't mind walking around. It didn't matter whether there was a reason or not.

Chapter 151 Death of the Demon King·Prelude

“Are there any problems if we implement the plan in advance?”

In the desert blown by the wind and sand, the mercenary captain carrying a heavy giant sword leaned on a big stone and tilted his head to look at his temporary companions next to him - guys whose whole bodies were covered by black robes and masks. They called themselves ' The Pardoner'.

This name sounds very ritualistic, and can easily be related to some mysterious religions. The Sakaz tribe is very large, and they are the first race to master the source stone magic. Their research on magic is the best in the world. , even though it has declined now, there is still an absurd amount of knowledge passed down from our ancestors.

But being handed down and being able to be mastered does not mean it is necessarily complete.

The war left a lot of knowledge missing, which gave rise to many small groups that used their own ideas to interpret certain spells.

In his years of fighting, the mercenary captain has seen countless similar guys. They all have one thing in common - they like to dress themselves up to look particularly mysterious, just like they do now.

However, he didn't care about how capable these sin pardoners were, and he didn't bother to think about whose sins they wanted to forgive.

Mercenaries do things with money. I don’t mention whether these people have the ability. At least they are generous enough. As long as they give money, they can talk about anything. The generous rewards even make the entire mercenary group quiet down, just for this. service.

Of course, the rewards that are generous enough to keep them comfortable for the rest of their lives are indeed worthy of the price - they want to assassinate the 'Devil King'.

For the Sakaz people, it takes great courage to take action against the Demon King. It has nothing to do with the strength of strength, but the suppression of blood. Whether he admits it or not, he is the actual king of Sakaz. As long as the Sakaz is still flowing in his body, Kaz's blood must admit this.

However, there are always some outliers in such a large ethnic group. There are not many people who dare to take action against the Demon King for money. It just so happens that the mercenary captain considers himself one of them.

“You just have to do it and don’t ask questions.”

The Pardoner raised his head slightly, as if observing the sky, but from the perspective of the mercenary captain, there was nothing in the sky except oppressive dark clouds.

"Okay, you have the final say."

The employer has said so, so the mercenary captain naturally has nothing to say.

Regardless of the Demon King or anyone else, that's what it's all about. He just takes action directly. As for success or failure, it has nothing to do with him. He naturally has his own back-up plan.

No one who can prosper in a place like Kazdale is a brainless idiot or reckless man. Once something goes wrong, it is almost impossible to expect them to really fight hard. Their purpose is to make money. , rather than being buried with the employer.

The Pardoner also knows this. He knows that these guys who lick blood from their swords are not reliable.

But that's not important, it's just a container anyway.

It is unwise to fight against the Demon King with force, it can almost be said to be the worst way to do it, but they still have enough confidence to make this place the place where the Demon King will die, with only a small 'price'.

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"Huh...is there anything unusual? Askaron?"

Feeling the sudden jolt, Theresia, who was leaning on the back seat with her eyes closed to relax, opened her eyes. As expected, what she saw was still desolate.

I don’t know since when, this kind of scenery has become the majority of Kazdaele. People no longer have the concept of a city, but are scattered into small villages, just like... back to the ancient times of ignorance. .

In fact, it may be similar.

Because most villages do not have modern industrial products.

"No, Your Highness, it's just an old battlefield."

Askaron slowed down slightly to make the car more stable, and the entire team slowed down a bit.

In the surrounding soil, you can occasionally see some weapons exposed on the ground, as well as some debris and bones... mercenaries who died in the wild, but no one would collect their bodies. Such a scene today. Kazdare is not uncommon, and upon closer inspection, these may be only a small part of the list.

Scavengers living in the wilderness like old battlefields like this very much. They can find a lot of useful things in them to make a living, but Askaron doesn't care about that. She just wants to make her Highness sit more comfortably.

After all, a scavenger with a little bit of brains would not take the initiative to provoke a heavily guarded convoy.

"It's better to drive faster, don't worry about me."

Feeling that the speed of the car was slowing down, Theresia shook her head slightly. The desolation of the old battlefield and the rolling dark clouds in the distant sky were reflected in her eyes, as if it was the end of the world.

Obviously, today is not a good weather for traveling.

The storm is coming.

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Ding!

A spark bloomed in the smoke, and the scabbard and staff brushed against each other. The sin-absolvers who were supposed to belong to the same camp were facing each other at this moment.

"Here, stop."

The black cloak, which looked a bit shabby compared to his colleagues, swayed gently in the breeze brought by the aftermath of the fight. The Pardoner, wearing only half a gold mask, warned in a low voice.

Unlike her colleagues who hide themselves tightly, her clothes are more plain. She doesn't have too many scattered decorations on her body. Even her mask is only half-length. The tattered cloak can't cover her proud figure. Some golden white hair hangs down from under the hood and clings to the clothes.

The slender black long sword was lying in front of her. The female pardoner's palm held the hilt and scabbard of the sword, and she made a gesture of preparing to draw the sword. Invisible pressure spread around her, and the surrounding air seemed to be a little fluorescent. rise.

"Why do you want to stop me? My countrymen."

The Pardoner holding the staff calmly took a few steps back, trying to appear more calm.

"The past is past. The Sakaz people need a new future. It's time for you to make the right choice."

"What you call right is to help a despicable usurper to attack the legitimate king of Kazdaele?"

click!

The scabbard of the sword was pulled outwards to reveal a tiny gap, and a bright white light spilled out from it.

"Such an overstep is unforgivable."

"But you only have yourself, and you can't stop all of us."

The Absolver continued to retreat, and shadows emerged from under his feet, condensing into something that looked like gelatin and crawling on the ground like asphalt.

"Foreign and rebellious people, you will no longer have a place in the Pardoner."

"I've heard of your name, the Sword of Dawn and Dusk? Haha..."

The black and purple magic creations squirmed and gathered into ferocious beasts whose specific shapes were difficult to distinguish, covering the Sin Absolver in shadow. Two red lights suddenly lit up at the positions of his suspected eyes.

"Why don't we compete today and let me see if your sword is worthy of the legend... All this time, I have had a little doubt about whether you are really stronger than me."

Clang!

Light, endless light.

The dazzling brilliance exploded like the sun, and then merged into a bright dividing line.

The sky and the earth seemed to be divided into black and white. The arm that raised the staff suddenly froze, and a floating dim light was reflected in the eyes hidden under the mask.

That's...the color of dusk.

Click~!

In an incredibly fast moment, the dark sword blade seemed to be pulled out, and then returned to its sheath, making a crisp collision sound.

"you--!"

The Absolver trembled and tried to raise his arms. The monster behind him created by unknown magic melted like ice and snow exposed to the sun.

Pfft!

The body wrapped in a black cloak fell into the dust. The female Pardoner held her sword in her arms and walked past him. There was a faint golden glow on her uncovered white hair.

"The strength and ambition of those who overstep their bounds are equally fragile."

The long boots fell on the ground, leaving shallow footprints, which were smoothed by the wind and sand. A well-maintained three-wheel motorcycle with patent leather that was as smooth as new was parked not far away, with a faint white light flashing on the car. It seems to be protected by some kind of magic, blocking all the sand and gravel blowing away.

"War is inescapable."

The long black sword was placed casually on the seat next to it. There was also a small leather case in black with a light cross printed on it. It was about a medical kit.

After getting on the motorcycle, the Pardoner's eyes passed over the medical box and finally stopped on the sword, sighing slightly.

"The power used to heal wounds is not enough... As a doctor alone, you cannot save more people."

She sighed and started the motorcycle, took off the gold mask covering the upper half of her face and threw it to the side of the road. She then took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on her face, covering her dark eyes.

"It's time to head to the battlefield."

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"That fool who played in the mud is dead."

"Who did it?"

"do not know."

The Pardoner, with half of his horn cut off, carefully controlled the magic light to converge into an orange-red pure source stone without raising his head.

"The spell I placed on him was triggered, and the last picture that came back was only a bright sword light, as if it was cutting the world in half. Do you have any clue?"

"Then I don't know either."

Hearing what he said, the Pardoner who asked the question didn't care much. He stood on an altar spliced ​​out of Origin Stone and bones. The red runes extended outward from the center of the altar, covering dozens of meters around it.

In fact, they all knew who did it, but they all made a tacit agreement not to mention that person - mainly because they couldn't beat him.

In the group of sin pardoners who are good at ancient witchcraft, that person's existence is like an alien. Not only is his thoughts completely different from theirs, but his peak swordsmanship is also the nemesis of the mage. If he is not fully prepared to encounter that person directly in the wild, It’s hard to say who will win and who will lose.