My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 545: The Angel of Chopping

King Udan's eyes were about to open, and he held Morgana, but Morgana had no resistance, how could that be possible!

Why didn't this man get attacked by Morgana?

No, no, no. How the hell could this man break Morgana's chain?

Who the hell is this man?

Keiral is Keiral, but he doesn't have the strength to unlock the lock directly.

The shadow and black of the handcuffs looked ordinary, but it was nothing more than a pit crawl, nothing broken, and it was no ordinary thing to touch Mikasa so hard.

But what's stronger is made up of atoms, and different combinations of sequences lead to different things, creatures, but in the end, it's also made up of atoms, just as the world's toughest diamonds are no different from coal when it comes to fire, just destroying its atomic sequences can easily destroy it.

Kerall did not have the means to destroy atoms directly, but it was also easy to get photoparticles together and turn them into a careful particle vibrator.

The particle vibrating knife principle is similar to the chainsaw, but the main reason is that the particle vibration is irregular and the composition of the particle itself is very small, so basically most substances can be cut easily.

It's like cutting butter with a hot knife.

“If you don't have any other means, please lend me a heads-up.” Kerall had a sorry look on his face and gently caressed his chest, he said.

“Guards! Guards!” King Udan finally began to panic, and he roared loudly, his voice echoing in this palace.

Then the candle stopped.

The cold feel of the back of his neck raised a dense, numb white sweat on the back of his neck.

“It seems you have nothing more to say.” Mikasa had a beautiful smile on his cold face and slowly cut off his head like a cake.

As his head rolled down the stairs, the blood gushed towards the sky.

Kerall waved gently, and suddenly a pure white obscure appeared over his head, a magical application to familiarize the magic courier of the shield to the mechanism.

“Instant Quadrilateral Defensive Magic...” Alibaba, who has the same name as the protagonist in Heavenly Night Tan's story, is almost ripe for brains.

This has developed far beyond his brain's comprehension.

A lord with 3,000 troops was killed so easily?

What kind of international joke is this?

That simple? In his palace, on his throne, with his head cut off?

The world is getting too fast! He doesn't understand!!

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” The maids finally began to scream, screaming loudly at the head of the blood, accompanied by the three voices of the former King of Udan “guard.” Hundreds of guards poured in from both sides of the road.

“Let's get out of here. Your Honor the Mage.” There is a mysterious speculation about Keiral, but after all, it is too late, and Alibaba feels that even if Keiral is so powerful, he cannot deal with so many people.

Hundreds of people, maybe small for a magician, but the whole oasis city of Udan has a few times more guards than these hundreds, and once they've assembled here, even Kerall can't handle it?

The best way now is to leave the desert city of Udan directly.

Then they will kill each other for the death of their king.

“Leaving?” Keiral started a smile at the corner of his mouth, slowly wrapping Morgana, who had collapsed, around his chest, lowered his head, looked at Mikasa on the throne, and said softly in Morgana's ear: "Look, Morgana, just like that, untie your feet, open your soul, fade away from your past, be my angel. ”

Mikasa looked at Keiral with a smile on her face, as if she had always looked at her with a smile she believed in.

Morgana will eventually replace her position at Kerall as his most loyal werewolf dog, but she cannot replace herself as Minister of Intelligence.

But, kid, let me tell you, how far are you from me?

She laughed, and the whole person shined a bright light, and then became an angel.

Rotating like a gyroscope, she instantly broke into each other's camp, using spears in these palaces, where the pillars of the palace became their tokens, even though the wide palace did not matter.

Mikasa is like a meat grinder, with absolute power, super speed sharply cut into each other's camp, limbs flying, broken limbs splattered, is spear? Arms? Is that a head? It doesn't matter anymore, because she's here, and this is the palace of death, and you're dead in front of her.

How long did her killing last?

Thirty seconds, a hourglass? Five hourglasses? The earth's broken limbs and the blood of a palace are hell.

“Your Highness.” The woman who fought in the blood knelt so gently on her knees and said softly.

“Well.” Just one word, this man, this woman, doesn't care about hundreds of people here, hundreds of people? Three hundred? Or 500?

So what?

Killing is never good, this kind of thing, from the beginning.

Even Alexander never put his number of enemies in his mouth, and what he was most proud of was not defeating the 200,000 male armies of the Persian Empire, but turning the map of the Persian Empire into one of his empires.

“Let's go.” Kerall gently said, wrapped around Morgana, pushing the gate of the palace outside.

Outside the palace, a silent, speary forest, armies like wings, beneath the square, looking at those who came out of the palace.

The battle power of the whole desert oasis of Udan is already here, with a total of 3,300 people, 300 people in the palace of Calais and 3,500 people, invincible in the desert.

The silence, the silence, the silence, the only one, is the strong army.

“Well, the king of Udan is a little brilliant.” Keiral laughed and crossed out of the palace with Morgana in his arms, and when he stood in the sun, Alibaba realized that the brightest of them was by no means the guard.

It's the man who's always just making fun of something with language, maybe fate, maybe luck, who knows.

“Morgana, open your eyes and see clearly...” Even Alibaba can clearly hear Kerall's voice, because it's clear, so it's a chestnut.

Alibaba almost guessed what Kerall was going to do.

“This could be the only time in your life that you've seen this, but open your eyes and see clearly that this is the way you're going to be, and that's the way you're going to be, and that's the responsibility you're going to take over, and that's the way you're going to be. ”

“This is my angel, mine, slaughter the angel.” Kerall lifted his hand gently, pointing to the army formation of 3,300 men, and waved it down.

The next moment, Mikasa spread her wings, flying high from the steps, and then plunged into the center of the 3,300 men's army formation.

The exploding air of war spread from one side to the other, and she was like a bomb, and the moment she landed, several people had been blown up.

The bright air of war wrapped her double-edged directly along her.

Power, greater, speed, faster, agile, higher, responsive, more powerful.

Calcius, named Jiansheng, challenged the ancient dragon to save the defeat of the battle of 100,000 men on his own, and became the top beam pillar of the Kingdom of Libel.

Kensei means, the undefeated guy on this continent.

Cassius lost his wife and abandoned his swordsmanship, but he was already the culminator of the sticks. Mikasa was still young, but she was not weaker than Cassius.

As if it were now.

The air of war provided her with the strongest defense and assault, and Kerall's wings gave her the strongest flexibility and speed, while she herself simply had to kill, slaughter and kill.

There's nothing wrong with Kerall. She's his killing angel!

Thirty hourglass times.

The armies of the desert city of Udan finally collapsed. In the face of an indestructible, powerful force that could kill several people and kill machines at random, perhaps they were confident enough to grind her to death, but when their numbers began to decline and the killing machine was still tired, they began to be scared, timid and weak.

Their bodies will become dull, their hands will become weak, their feet will start to shake, and people will start to shake.

As they get closer and closer to Mikasa with fewer and fewer comrades in front of them, they throw away their spears and turn around and run.

First of all, a man.

And then someone gets infected with emotions, and they start to turn around, three, four, five, and when these people are over twenty, they become leaders, and the whole army is scared.

Even those who are more determined to see their comrades betray each other and flee will begin to weaken.

Besides, why do they serve a dead King Udan?

Until this point, the most resolute backbone begins to produce timid emotions.

Eventually, this army collapsed.

Mikasa was unable to destroy this army, but she defeated it with great strength.

On your own.

She slowly walked up the stairs, and on her sword, her blood slowly dripped down, and a bloody footprint slowly walked up the stairs.

“Fortunately, mission.” Half-kneeling in front of Kerall, she lowered her head and her long hair was still dripping blood.

Keiral gently let go of Morgana and embraced her.

“Welcome back, my angel. ”

Kill the angel.