Law of the Devil

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(Today first ~)

Chapter 391 [Initial Confrontation]

It has to be said that Dewey's last crumbling problem was stunned on the spot even by the deep snowfall.

Such a question would be utterly rude.

But while the snow was falling, Dewey didn't seem to wait for the snow to answer. He laughed: “Never mind, I was just kidding. ”

Dewey had taken Vivian to the front, silently blocking the snow from reaching for the sword with his body.

Later, Dewey laughed lightly: "This sword is not a divine weapon, even texturally, made of ordinary stainless steel. The reason I put it here is because it is of special commemorative significance to me… it is a weapon worn by my father in his previous years of war for the Imperial Soldiers and is a true sword of generals. It means a lot to me, it's just a common sword to others, but it's priceless to me.” After a pause, Dewey laughed, "It's just that, because it's a real weapon of war, I wanted to keep it in my room, but considering it's a real sword of generals, I'd rather keep it in this room full of weapons collections, in case it feels lonely. ”

Dewey himself reached out and took the sword off, shouting and pulling the sword out half. Immediately, the cold light flashed over the blade blade...

Clearly, however, although carefully preserved, the sword can only be counted as sharp, and there are gaps even above the blade - indeed, a sword of a general who has experienced war and is covered with scars.

Vivian immediately covered her mouth with an apology: “Ah... Dewey, I, I didn't know how important it was before I brought Mr. Snow to visit...”

Dewey smiled and put the sword back carefully, turning to look at her little fiancée, softly said: "It's okay, you're the hostess here, everything in the castle belongs to me and to you. ”

Snow has calmed down. Though Dewey's near-ridiculous problem made the Elf King a bit of a pervert, the calm Elf King, carefully measured Dewey... a potential opponent he was quoted as the strongest among humans.

Though Dewey laughed lightly, Elf King saw Dewey's tiredness, his blindfolded tiredness, his clothes, and his long journey dust. Even Dewey's foot boots were stained with dirt.

Obviously, the Duke of Tulip hurried back from the field.

Snow sighed for a moment and said solemnly: "Sorry, I didn't know this was your father's relic. ”

Speaking, Elf King has quietly taken a step back.

Dewey patted Vivian's shoulder softly and whispered: “Let me introduce this Mr. Snowfall to his collection… you go get us something to drink, oh, don't neglect our guest, my mistress. ”

Vivian blushed and looked at Dewey's eyes filled with love. She had no idea that Dewey would suddenly come back, nodded and persevered.

Vivian's figure disappeared outside the door, and Dewey's tenderness on her face suddenly faded clean, restoring clarity and turning to snow.

Both of them seemed to be looking at each other unintentionally. After a long time, Dewey frowned and whispered: “Mr. Snow has come a long way and worked hard all the way. ”

Snowfall smiled lightly: “I'm interested in what I've seen and heard along the way. ”

Dewey smiled and stood in disdain. “Why not work so hard? At least that forgotten ice field, that magic array, wasn't easy to get through. When I walked through that magic array, I went through a lot of hard work. ”

In the beautiful eyes of Snow, a glimmer flashed immediately: "Oh, looks like the Duke knows where I'm from? ”

Dewey nodded and said word for word: "Before the great prince of the Dragons died, he had told me everything… I was just curious, how did the noble Elf King come to Roland Mainland? Can't you find any other suitable person to be a detective among the criminals? Do you need to do it yourself? ”

Snowfall smiled.

The two men looked at each other quietly for a long time, obviously they should be the big enemy, but at this moment the smile on both faces was so light and cloudy.

“Well... I'm just curious about the human world.” Elf King gently lifted his wrist and touched his nose.

Dewey's eyes fell on Elf Wang Hao's wrist, where he wrapped around a lap of silver...

Snow immediately caught a strange look in Dewey's eyes.

Dewey's eyes just flashed away, and he regained his appearance and smiled slightly: "This silver wire must be your weapon, right? To defeat the mighty Dragon clan chief with such a silver wire? ”

The snow smiled slightly, lowering his wrist, silently shrunk into his sleeve: "This is the sacred instrument of our Elf clan, Your Grace, of course you have not heard of it. ”

After a short pause, the snow slowly took a few steps in the room, and he walked up to the replica of the giant "Longinus Gun” in the middle of the room, silenced for a while, reaching over the handle of the gun, gently stroking: “Duke, since you know who I am, what are your plans for the next step? Leave me here? ”

Hearing that, Dewey laughed. He smiled a little weird.

Then he confessed honestly: “To be honest, I thought about it. ”

Dewey walked to Elf King's side without a shadow, between them, next to the long gun.

“I hurried back today, I was just going to go away and come back and say goodbye to my wife. However, I was surprised to hear of your arrival. From the time I walked into this door until just now, I had in mind at least a dozen possible ways to keep you... but unfortunately..."

When Dewey said this, she shrugged her shoulders and smiled bitterly: "I found it hard to do any of them. At least I don't think that a strong man who can defeat the Dragon clan chiefs is that easy for me to leave behind. ”

“Hahahahahahaha...” Snowfall laughed loudly and then glanced at Dewey and bowed gracefully: “You are too kind, Duke. I can at least see that you have a very good level of spirituality, and you have reached what you humans call the Great Mage's realm to come to your magical strength, right? ”

Saying, Elf King suddenly lifted a finger and bounced gently over the handle of the gun...

Buzz!!!

A slight voice rang, but under this strange bounce of Elf King, a circle of visible sound waves instantly illuminated over the handle! That circle of sound waves actually appeared clearly in the air and then spread away slowly.

The voice fell into Dewey's ear, suddenly making him feel the mental space in his mind, as if he had been violently shocked by something, and a pain almost spitting blood in his heart immediately.

Dewey took a deep breath, stood steady under his feet, his eyes clotted, slowly reaching out his hand, his palms open, then pressed hard against the handle of the gun...

Boom!

After being lightly bounced by the snow, the handle, though seemingly motionless in place, actually the handle itself, is there flying fast in a tiny amount invisible to the naked eye, dense and violently shaken!

As soon as Dewey's hand pressed on the handle, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his palm, and then an oscillating force was transmitted over the handle, instantly along his arm.

The power of this oscillation is not flesh, but a magical oscillation, which is like the friction of countless tiny serrations! Dewey felt as if she had been stuffed into a big bell, and there was someone out there banging the bell with a hammer.

But at this moment, in Dewey's heart, all his mental powers were drawn out, and in the mental consciousness space in his mind, he immediately laid a barrier together, forcibly resisting each other's magic oscillations.

At last, Dewey's face grew from a flash of paleness and slowly recovered a little bit of blood. And under the thump of his powerful hand. The slightly oscillating handle finally restored calm.

In the room, that buzzing sound was just bounced under the snow, and it quickly dissipated.

“Good fix.” Elf King looked at Dewey and said a faint compliment.

This beautiful elf, just as understated, although it's just a test, the power of it, naturally, is also extraordinary. Strong beyond the sacred order, so slightly under a bounce, the power of the magical oscillation contained therein, if only met by an ordinary person, may be instantly shaken by this countless subtle shakes, devouring the space of consciousness, if unable to resist, may be completely torn apart by this shake, and become an idiot.

Even a magician famous for his strong spiritual strength, if his spiritual strength is greatly traumatized, he will probably become a cripple.

Elf King noticed that Dewey seemed to be struggling, his face ranging from white to red, and his palms pressed against the handle of the gun were also slightly trembling and his femur was also slightly white.

However, Dewey's eyes were extremely firm and did not retreat at all.

That alone is enough to make Elf King amaze.

After all, the elves' longevity and magic talent are recognized, and the other side is just a human being under the age of eighteen.

It's very rare for an 18-year-old human to have this kind of magic trick.

Even more surprising to Elf King was that he had just tried this test, and Dewey had obviously suffered some damage at the beginning, but for a moment, he was just between breaths, as if he had recovered!

Magician's mental capacity must be restored through meditation if it is lost, and this Dewey...

What Elf King did not know was that Dewey did have a bit of a hard time with this resistance, but after the instant depletion of mental power, Dewey immediately felt the seed of that power left behind by the White River's grief. After being oppressed by Elf King's magic attack, he quickly spinned.

That seed, every time it spins slightly, is like a spinning grinder, creating a new magic little by little, instantly replenishing the lost magic of Dewey!

Surely, as the White River said to himself, a strong man of his rank can recover quickly if he leaves behind the seeds of power in his body, even if he is more seriously injured - this is an important sign of the Holy Strong!

The Elf King, as the mighty man of the sacred order, naturally understands this.

It is precisely because of this rapid recovery rate of Dewey that the snow is somewhat surprised.

This Tulip Duke in front of you is definitely not the strength to reach the Holy Order! But he was able to recover instantly - it was the hallowed sign!

Snow fell short, as the noble identity of Elf King, and the pride of the Elf Nation, he did not hesitate to continue to try.

Snowfall smiled slightly, his fingers gently touched the handle of the gun, gently smiling: “Grand Duke Tulip is well repaired. I'm afraid you can make a breakthrough in less than two years. ”

Looking at each other's hands no longer shot the handle, Dewey relieved herself secretly. The power of this Elf King also gave rise to a slight shock in Dewey's heart.

To release the Magic Shock wave with this finger barrel, Dewey could barely do it. But if you push hard, you're afraid the handle will break itself!

The Elf King lifted his weight so lightly, the handle was intact, and the magic shock that could be released could actually injure an eight-level magician. In this realm, it is clear that the power of the Holy Order has reached the summit!

(Except, is he “in the picture” or “broken"?) In Dewey's heart, he could not help but compare the snow falling with the grief of the strongest man he had ever met, the White River.

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(This is the first more today! After four days of repair, my mental state recovered very well.

However, the monthly ticket really needs to be reversed by the opponent!!

Call on the readers of this book to help me and smash me some monthly tickets!! I'll try to repay you in the next few days!

There's still a chapter at night!

Request monthly ticket support ~ ~)

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