"Don't you value research results so much? Why are you here so suddenly? Hey!"

Looking at Balsa who was following closely, several black lines appeared on Beelzebub's forehead.

Originally, a person could just let go and practice with these guys, but as soon as you came over, I don’t dare to let go and try it now...

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"Why did I come here all of a sudden?" Balsa stared at him. "If I don't come here, aren't you going to die?"

Basar spoke very seriously, as if talking to a junior.

"You are a member of our demon clan after all. Do you think I will be the kind of demon who will just sit back and watch you die?"

"Uh...ah...it's up to you..."

After all, the other party is here to help him, and his original intention is for his own good, so Beelzebub doesn't want to be angry or anything like that.

Just let him go as he pleases, and at worst, just try to be more restrained.

With this thought in mind, he plunged directly into the crowd of jackals.

The sharp blade of the holy sword was swung in mid-air, and a stream of warm blood was sprinkled into the sky.

Bang bang bang!

Along with several falling sounds, the jackals around him fell down one after another and lost their breath of life.

Behind him, Balsa followed closely, with a hint of astonishment on his expression.

Looking at Beelzebub, he felt a little confused for a moment.

died?

Just die?

How many mid-level gnolls were killed directly like this?

Woc, are you actors?!

Don't you give it away with something so obvious, right? Even a low-level person can hack you to death casually?

Σ(°△°|||)

Gradually, his eyes began to change.

The pair of eyes that looked at Beelzebub were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

When it comes to feelings for others, he is really not just a young boy. Although he has no magic power or even boundaries, his strength has reached a level that is on par with or even higher than that of high-level people.

I understand, I should have thought of it a long time ago. How could this kid walk alone on this avenue if he had no strength?

He is not practicing magic power, and he has no boundaries at the same time. I really don’t know why this kid is so powerful?

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly shot out from the sky, like a hawk, and flew towards Beelzebub among the wolves.

careful!

Balsa opened his mouth, wanting to warn the other party of the impending danger.

But the huge air current stirred up by the magic that made up the falcon isolated his voice, and there was no way it could reach Beelzebub.

next moment.

"boom!!"

The violent explosion formed a powerful hurricane.

The surrounding rubble was scattered in all directions, countless branches and green leaves were swept up in the air, and a cloud of smoke covered his sight, obscuring his sight.

"This guy...isn't he dead...?"

Balsa was very worried, but he didn't dare to rush in casually. He was very afraid of the person who just attacked in the dark.

That falcon descended from the sky, and the person who cast this magic was at least in the realm of a saint.

A person in this realm is similar in strength to him, and now the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear, the situation is obviously not conducive to him.

Thinking like this, the smoke and dust in front of him began to gradually dissipate, revealing the figure half-kneeling on the ground.

The black tuxedo became tattered, and the gold coins that were originally tied to his waist were scattered everywhere because the bag was torn.

Beelzebub held the holy sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword facing downwards, and his green eyes were shining with rays of brilliance.

"Is it blocked?"

Balsa said this.

The next moment, the ground in the Beelzebub area began to gradually heat up, the soil cracked, and orange-red magma flowed from the cracks, emitting unbearable high temperatures.

"found it."

Beelzebub said calmly, and then jumped up in front of Balsa's eyes.

As if integrated with the sun, Beelzebub's figure and the dazzling white light shone in his eyes, and then a clear sword cry echoed in his ears.

"choke!"

A white band of light like a galaxy bursts out from the blade, carrying a deadly aura in its beauty.

"cut!"

The holy sword was swung down, and the light belt cut out and cut through the space.

Divine radiance filled the sky, and the beautiful scenery condensed by countless light points flashed away.

Although the scenery is beautiful, the destructive power is much worse than the sword energy used to deal with Lucifer before.

However, this is enough.

At least, it's enough to deal with that guy who's attacking in secret.

"snort..."

There was a painful groan in the distance, and then a red figure jumped into the air. A dragon with two wings on its back flew up from the ground, caught him, vibrated its wings, and flew away in the distance.

"Roar!!"

The dragon's breath fell from the sky, but it was not used to attack.

Flames enveloped the sky, and the surrounding air suddenly surged. The red dragon's breath covered the sky, blocking everyone's vision, making it impossible for them to continue to pursue him.

Seeing this, Beelzebub frowned slightly, and lightly tapped the Holy Sword with the fingers of his left hand.

"Zheng!"

The blue gem inlaid on the sword's boring head began to emit a dazzling white light.

Golden writing appeared on the sword body, and a force that did not belong to magic or source power burst out from the sword body, connecting the sky and the earth to form a giant sword that was hundreds of meters long.

There was nothing fancy about it, he just followed the memory that appeared in his mind and cut it down smoothly.

"Broken Steel! Ember!"

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the entire world was covered with divine light.

The giant sword slashed away the white clouds in the sky, slashed away the dragon's breath in front of him, and then slashed straight in the direction of the sub-dragon.

"Bang!"

The violent sword energy tore through the space and tore everything in sight into pieces.

In this dangerous space, the mangled Yalong gradually moved away while holding the dying red figure.

"Is it off track?"

He frowned, seeming helpless.

If that move had hit him directly, not to mention that the guy was already dying, even if the red figure was now in its prime, there would be absolutely no chance of surviving.

With this thought in mind, he looked at his arms.

Looking at the blue lines that spread from the palm to the forearm, he thoughtfully put away the holy sword in his hand.

The blue lines also disappeared as the holy sword returned to its sheath.

So that’s it, is that what it’s like?

My own strength and the Holy Sword are unexpectedly in perfect harmony, as if they were born specifically to control the Holy Sword.

The memory that suddenly surfaced just now should be how to use the holy sword.

The Broken Steel Sword, or the Sword in the Lake, is a sword given to Arthur, the legendary king of England, by the Fairy of the Lake.

But that is just a legend. There are three holy swords in England, the [Broken Steel] in the hands of Beelzebub, the [Grammer] in the hands of Helver, and the [Frey] in the hands of the current Pope.

The three holy swords were all forged by gods and given to the Holy See by the goddess of light.

It has been handed down for thousands of years. So far, every holy sword is as if it was used for the first time, without any signs of damage or old age.

Judging from the handbooks of brave men in England throughout the ages, no one was in the same situation as himself.

This made him make a bold guess.
Chapter completed!