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Chapter 168 Civilization Destroyer

Brian has always had a premonition that he will become a hero, the kind of legend that is praised by thousands of people. He has felt this way since he was a child. However, all premonitions were shattered after that experiment. For so many years, he has worked hard and done Many incredible things, and fame, but none of them compare to Langdon.

"Oh, you are His Royal Highness Langdon's father?"

"Aren't you the teacher of His Royal Highness Langdon?"

"What is your relationship with His Royal Highness Langdon?"

Langdon was Brian's surname, which he should have been proud of—he had tried to—but, in the end, he had fled.

Brian couldn't face his inner ugliness, and jealousy clung to him like a poisonous snake.

When using the magic bullet that he was proud of, Brian actually felt a little relaxed. Whether it is a perfect ending for the individual or the green bank elves: the great hero saved a kind and beautiful civilization, and since then his The name is praised by all...

Wait a minute, isn't that becoming His Royal Highness Langdon... No!

Thinking of this, Brian, who felt that his magic energy had been emptied, struggled to climb out of the ruins again. This is the sacrificial place in the palace. Hanging in the air, ready to be skinned, panic and despair permeated the surroundings, he used the magic in time, because the mana was rapidly fading for some reason.

Not many people participated in the sacrifice, and the privacy was emphasized. After the explosion, the palace collapsed again, and the way was blocked. When the king and priests of St. At this time, the glamorous queen was struggling under a big rock with her face twisted, and gradually lost her movement after a while.

Unfortunately, the Green Bank elves also suffered casualties. They were busy counting the number of people and trying to rescue their companions. However, their magic energy was rapidly depleting and their magic slots were almost exhausted. They could only barely survive by relying on some herbs and techniques. In Gasp, however, this only delays the end.

"You bastard..." Brian stood up tremblingly.

"Life is precious." An unknown green bank elf muttered.

"You bastard!" Brian changed his words swiftly and said with full momentum, "There is nowhere to go, let's capture it!"

The king of St. Panier is very young, named Locke, with a mustache and popular half-long hair, braided into a small braid, and now he has become unkempt. Magic shields saved his life.

Hearing Brian's declaration, Locke and the priests all showed inexplicable expressions. Not long after, a group of people ran in over the ruins, shouting loudly and surrounded the survivors.

The scene where Brian imagined the hero falling from the sky to save the world didn't happen.

"Who is this?" Locke asked, and after someone approached and whispered, he frowned, "Are you the teacher of His Highness Langdon?"

Bryan became angry instantly, and the anger almost burst out of his skin: "My name is Bryan Langdon, isn't it the teacher of His Highness Langdon?"

Locke was a little puzzled: "So you are not the teacher of His Royal Highness Langdon?"

Brian was shaking as if he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, unable to speak.

After another round of whispering, Locke was very puzzled and said: "Is this a trap? You pretend that you have nothing to do with His Royal Highness Langdon, and let me offend the Magic Association and the Gay Knights?"

Brian: "..."

The elves in a weak state were roughly pulled up for treatment. In the eyes of the priests, this is an important asset, and they cannot die easily. The skin needs to be intact. For the needs of the sacrifice, even the tattoos of the slaves are not on.

Brian wanted to do something, had to do something, but there was nothing he could do.The sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him, and he watched as the green bank elves were tied up like lambs—until there was a cat roar in the air.

A giant blue cat was squatting on the wall of the ruins, its fur glistened in the sun, its vigorous body was like the most perfect work of art, its dark blue pupils were narrowed, and it was filled with a dangerous atmosphere.

"It really is here." A voice that sounded like a nightmare to Brian, "Are you all right?"

The giant cat slowly jumped down from the ruins with graceful steps, and the waves of moving shoulder blades exuded the dangerous smell of a feline beast. After landing, Langdon did not turn back into a human, and just stood there staring at the king of St. Panier.

"The Central King." Locke said with disdain, "I know you, there was a lot of movement at the Magic Fair, but that's all."

When it comes to selling goods, the booths of the Green Bank Elf in the three-day magic expo are always crowded. Every day, people are urging the caravan to sell the samples. For the final spot, people are eyeing each other and raising prices. Many people set up the Middle Kingdom. The trip, it can be said that everything went as Cecil expected.

The only unexpected thing was that neither the magic fashion industry nor the magic white porcelain industry responded, which made all his preparations in vain.

"Oh, you know me?" Cecil said indifferently, "What advice do you have?"

"Invading St. Panier's palace with the intention of murdering the king, no matter from which point of view you are stupid!" Locke raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Cecil murmured "Hmm" and was silent for a while before saying, "Go on."

Locke felt despised, and said bitterly: "Do you think you can still go? Green bank elves, idiots..."

There was a strange silence in the scene. King Locke was talking about the stupidity of the Green Bank Elf and Cecil and how clever he was. He must make these people the most beautiful piece of human skin on the sacrifice. Everyone else keeps their mouths shut for various reasons.

Brian was the first to notice something was wrong, so he rarely approached Cecil and said, "What are you doing?"

"Ah?" Cecil seemed to be listening with gusto, and was taken aback when he heard the words, "What?"

"You just let him talk nonsense here?" Brian's eyes were bloodshot, and his momentum gradually increased, "This tyrant!"

"Oh, it's okay." Cecil said calmly, "He'd better talk more."

Brian:?

"That's right." Cecil said enthusiastically, "In my hometown, there is a law that villains die when they talk too much. It's the villain."

Brian's eyes clearly revealed the look of "I believe you are evil", but he didn't say anything more, just listened silently.

After talking for a while, Locke probably realized that something was wrong. A large group of people just listened to his nonsense quietly, which inexplicably made him feel very uneasy.

"It's time to end." Locke nodded to the people around him.

"Fuck, this is really the villain Billy FLAG!" Cecil sighed with a smile.

Locke said disdainfully: "You don't think I don't know you keep people outside, do you?"

Cecil showed a look of astonishment this time, and unconsciously looked towards the height of the ruins.

The pride was beyond words, Locke waved his hand smartly, and after a low vibration, the blue translucent mask rose from the ground and surrounded the people in the sacrificial field.

"How could the palace not be protected by magic." Locke pretended to dust off his body, "What are you expecting? Is your royal knight with legendary potential coming to save you? Sorry, even legends can't get in."

Cecil subconsciously glanced at the big cat. It seemed that not everyone knew Langdon's "true face". As for the protective cover, he didn't feel the slightest sense of danger. Instead, he said curiously: "Without magic power, your protective cover How did you get the hood up?"

"Ha!" Locke laughed angrily, "A countryman is a countryman, don't you know what the magic coin is for?"

What the hell!

Cecil suddenly remembered that the magic coins are full of magic energy, so to speak——

"Fuck, you are really burning money!" Cecil said.

Locke smiled smugly.

Somewhere in the palace, the slaves are throwing boxes of magic coins into the magic circle. The colorful magic coins lose their color quickly after touching the magic circle. When there is no magic energy in the air, the consumption of magic coins It was like flowing water, but the slaves carried out the master's order without hesitation, without hesitation.

"Okay, I'm done talking." Locke clapped his hands, "I think we..."

crackle!

The slight crisp sound was particularly conspicuous in the dead silence. Everyone looked up and was surprised to find that there were already people standing outside the protective cover at some point. They were wearing strange armor, and the gleaming metal only covered the joints, chest and abdomen, On the head, it looks very strange.

"Don't bother, your king's cavalry can only be watched from the outside." Locke said contemptuously, "Speaking of which, I haven't tried the king's cavalry yet. My father has always praised the king's cavalry. But so..."

crackle!

There was another crisp sound, and many people looked up again, and found a crack on the perfect translucent protective cover. A man in armor was about to smash it down with his fist, but he waved his hand when everyone looked over. , as if to play.

The uneasiness in Locke's heart became more intense, he cleared his throat and squeezed out a dry laugh: "It's really a waste of effort, you..."

crackle! !

crackle! !

crackle! !

Three consecutive crisp sounds came from three different places, and the armored men raised their fists and began to slam the shield. The impeccable shield in Locke's mouth was gradually shattering. Finally, after a click, a metal-wrapped fist It broke through the protective cover and stretched in!

"Impossible!" Locke roared in panic, "It's impossible! It's just...just a fist!"

"Well, it's not just fists." Cecil looked at the new steel wrapped in the fist of "Queen", and said with a smile, "And let me tell you, the villain died of talking too much!" He raised his head and shouted to the top, "Speed ​​up, sisters...brothers!"

Countless fists were raised, and with the continuous cracking sound, the protective cover finally seemed to be unable to hold it, and it shattered like an egg shell, and the armored men jumped down one after another, cheering and kicking directly on the priests' legs. cheek!

Some priests hurriedly chanted spells, and the acid spewed out, but the armored men just raised their hands and feet, the steel covering them just blocked the acid splashing on their bodies, and the soldiers punched and kicked the priests unharmed!

Some priests seem to be short of mana, so they hurriedly took out the magic coins. Before they had time to break them apart, someone snatched them quickly, and then kicked the priest hard in the crotch, watching him contort. He screamed happily: "Wow, it's Nita, not Kelan! It's done!"

"Look at your future!"

"It was picked for nothing!"

"There should be other good things in the palace, right?"

"What do you think will happen to the king?"

After a noisy conversation, the men and women looked at Locke who was standing still. The king had long since lost his former complacency, and his eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

"How, how is it possible...not...how could it be?" Locke muttered to himself, "This, this is a magic circle specially built for me by an ultra-legendary mage, how is it possible!"

"There are only three recorded super-legendary mages, right?" Cecil gloated, "Who is this super-legendary mage you're talking about?" Before Locke could answer, he automatically added, "Oh, I forgot, It seems that the only one alive is my beautiful, cute, handsome, handsome, lovable, unparalleled, wise and powerful king knight Landon Chris!"

After finishing speaking, the big blue cat moved its fluffy head over and rubbed against Cecil. After he rubbed back in satisfaction, he saw a circle of people looking at him with contemptuous eyes.

"Cough!" Cecil didn't want to become a villain, "In short, sisters...brothers, kill me!"

"No, wait a minute—" Locke looked up and found that the protective cover was quickly recovering and closing. Obviously, the slaves worked hard to burn a lot of money, and he was in urgent need of support at this time, "Close the protective cover!"

The priest of Locke's roar happened to be knocked out by a soldier, fell to the ground whirling, and was moved by another man's heavy axe.

The protective cover was slowly repairing "indifferently". Locke tried to climb out of the gap in the protective cover. However, it was in vain, and no one even came to stop him. Outside, he saw the loyal army and countless attendants and slaves. He knocked on the protective shield and roared, trying to make these people obey the new order. However, now that he has lost his magic, all his actions can only be despair pantomime.

The killing began.

Before Cecil came here, he implemented the rules: no matter what happens, they must be defeated first, and they must not give the enemy a chance to breathe. He has no psychological burden to kill these people. Cannibalism with human skin has exceeded the bottom line. A very popular dish, he has been wondering why these people haven't got prions yet?

The warriors in the new steel armor moved quickly. The priests and kings who could no longer use magic had no power to resist and fell down like straws. With a single swipe, the blood splashed everywhere, and Cecil had to move far away to avoid splashing blood spots.

This is the first time Cecil has seen a murder with his own eyes. Unlike what he imagined, killing seems to be a physical effort. Some people have been stabbed several times and are still dying. Some people are missing arms, legs or lower half. Part of the face is missing and still alive.

Cruelty hit Cecil directly in the face.

A fluffy tail rubbed against the back of Cecil's neck, and he leaned in unconsciously, the warmth supporting him.

Finally, the clearing was over, and only Locke huddled above the ruins in a daze. He lowered his head and looked at the bloody field until Cecil came over: "It looks like you lost."

"You...you don't want to walk out of St. Panier." Locke's murmur quickly turned into a growl, "Don't even think about leaving, you, you all have to die here! Die! I'm going to use your head as a job !"

Cecil made a disgusted expression: "What's the point of speaking harshly... Do you think I will let you live?"

"I've got sons! I've got daughters! The royal family has lots of offspring!" Roark screamed.

"Uh... your children are too young, but I won't kill them, I don't want to kill children." Cecil noticed the dissatisfied gazes cast by Langdon and Brian at the same time, and he couldn't care less, "You royal family The population is indeed very large, I will kill all the adults, as long as anyone who has eaten human flesh will die, slave owners, I can kill as many as I want, and what happens after that is none of my business."

Locke's face was as pale as paper, and it was clear what would happen next. A group of children who were qualified to inherit the throne...

"Why?" Locke actually showed a sad look, "I didn't hurt you, I didn't even catch anyone from the Middle Kingdom!"

Cecil was shocked by Locke's emotions: "You actually ask why? You cannibals! Make clothes out of human skin!"

"Isn't it normal for the weak to eat the strong?!" Locke yelled, "Don't you eat meat? The Green Bank elves regard all creatures, including plants, as equal. They only eat magic bread and water. You don't agree with them either. If you are strong enough, we will not hunt you, just like we eat animals, would animals be willing?"

There was booing, not only from the attacking soldiers, but even the green bank elves made disgusted expressions, and Brian even yelled: "You are crazy!"

"No, you just regard human beings as particularly noble, only human beings are special, so human beings can eat other creatures but cannot be eaten, just like many magical animals, they are intelligent and can talk, but they are not killed yet. Make food!" Locke said more and more excitedly, "The only truth is the law of the jungle! You are just hypocrisy!"

This is true. Cecil heard from Carroll that magic elks were hunted before, and nothing like this happened since he came.

"I want to make sure, do you think the weak should eat the strong?" Cecil spoke.

"Of course!" Locke said firmly, "Shouldn't the weak serve the strong? Shouldn't they obey the strong?"

"Hmm..." Cecil nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, I think you're right!"

Everyone immediately looked at Cecil with eyes like sharp swords.

"You—" Brian wanted to say something, but the big cat's tail twitched his back, and his words were choked back.

"Really?" Locke showed a look of joy.

Cecil said to his "Queen": "Kill him."

Locke's expression vividly interprets heaven and hell: "You... no, why?"

Cecil patted his chest calmly: "I am the winner. Now, I want you to die. Isn't this what you mean by the law of the jungle? What's the problem?"

In the next moment, Locke's expression was forever fixed on speechlessness, his mouth was opened, his eyes widened slightly, but he could no longer speak. The "Queen"'s beheading technique was very neat, and the head actually shot up into the sky, which made Cecil stunned.

The battle ended sooner than Cecil expected, and the most time-consuming thing was to open the protective cover and get a group of green bank elves out.Since no one knows what happened inside the protective cover, a large number of priests who held the highest power died at the same time as the king. The corpse turned all kinds of bad thoughts, but turned a blind eye to the "certain people" who slipped away quietly.

The dead bodies of the two Green Bank elves were brought back, and they will be buried in Brinhe. The merchants did not die, but were a little frightened, but the large orders were enough to soothe their emotions.

It's really a large number, a terrifying amount!

"People in the west don't even know about paper? What are the Serin people doing? Haven't the air routes resumed after all these years?"

The Serlings in the team were not happy: "Doesn't it take time to build a ship? If you have a ship, give it to us!"

"Don't be noisy! Anyway, there is a tunnel now, and it's much faster to go through the tunnel than to take a boat!"

"That's right, the ship will be eliminated in the future, even if you cross the sea, you can go through the magic door!"

"No, no, no, the ship won't be eliminated so quickly." Cecil found an opportunity to interject, "In the future, um... the ship will still have many uses, but I don't know if I will have the chance to see that day."

The Green Bank elves held a grand welcome ceremony, which lasted for a whole week. The caravans received meticulous care and more orders. The Green Bank elves were very interested in white porcelain and new steel. After learning that Damascus steel was Tan After the Bunita franchise, they said they would find a way to help the Middle Kingdom get it back.

"I really don't know how to express my gratitude to you!" Alanster said excitedly, holding Cecil's hand, "Solved such a big problem for us!"

"Actually, it's okay." Cecil said modestly, "St. Panier is still..."

"No, it's gone!" Alanster had veins on the back of his hand, "We got the information that St. Panier's mana has not recovered, and it may become a forbidden place for magic in the future!"

Cecil was taken aback, then quietly looked at Langdon, and got a subtle nod.

Number six is ​​really considerate...

"It is impossible for a country to exist in the forbidden area of ​​magic!" Alanster said loudly, "The destruction of St. Panier is just around the corner! You are truly worthy of the title of destroyer of civilization!"

Cecil: "...Who told you this title?"

"Of course His Royal Highness Brian!"

"Huh? He is also called His Highness now?"

"Yes, of course we will satisfy him with this little request!"

"..."