My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 593: Bombing

“How is this possible!” With a bite of blood spitting directly out, Gerrard watched the whole giant purgatory shatter wave split in half by Elusha, and blood gushing out of her mouth and nose, Elusha, a sword of heaven and earth power, not only cut his supermagic purgatory shatter wave directly into two segments, but also tore his half body apart.

Elusia panicked.

Looking down at Gerrard, she didn't expect the sword to be so powerful, so easy, as easy as a burnt knife cutting butter, chopping the cracked waves of purgatory into two pieces, and then chopping Gerrard off without stopping.

Gerald was almost cut to two!

“…” opened her mouth, reaching out, and Elusia wanted to go to Rajalal, but was woken by Kelal's voice.

“Elusia, what are you doing! Give me this tower, cut past, cut it all off!!” Keiral's voice is dignified and full of commanding tone.

Human beings have their own opinions, but there are also times when they are extremely confused. For example, when young children do not know, they need their parents to command them, carry them, pull them, force them forward, and when they reach adulthood, there will be very confused junctures, which are confusion about emotions, confusion about the future, choices about life.

When faced with something like this, some people are able to break through on their own, while others need their own mentors, who may be seniors, fathers, elders, friends, lovers, or spiritual lights.

Elusia was a strong girl, but she was emotionally loyal, and Gerald's childhood “friend" still refused to kill her, and you didn't kill her, okay, but Kerall forbade her to save him.

It's totally the same thing not to kill him and not to save him.

“…” Elusia looked sophisticated at the falling Gerrard, then turned her head, the colour appraisal, goodbye, Gerrard, goodbye, my love...

“Drink!” With the sword raised, Elusia used the advantage of the air to split the entire Tower of Paradise directly from the top down.

It's done!

Keiral fists tight.

The stony bird plot has reached its final point.

Elusia chopped Gerrard, chopped off the past, became Holy Ten, and could even be put in his pocket.

The chaos of the magic council, the collapse of the Pokémon's cannon, the next control over power, and a series of follow-up plans.

Kerall's brain is about 20 times faster than ordinary people's, and naturally it's in his chest about these things.

A series of plans about Arusha were caused by Kerall's random response, but it was clear that he had been very successful.

Keiral sprung his wings, flew out of the slowly falling tower, and grabbed the falling Alusha, whose purpose was clear: to separate Alusha from Gerrard was a firm separation.

Whether it's a position of two people, values or anything else.

Kerall had to separate her from Gerrard to be able to attack.

Elusia, filled with Gerald in her heart, could not tolerate anyone, and Kerall had no point in forcing her to open her heart because he could not get in.

So Kerall is going to format Elusia's heart once, and Gerald's death is the cause.

It doesn't matter if Gerald's dead or not. What matters is that Alusha thinks he's dead.

Gerald's death is really important because he has to die to reassure Kerall.

But Kerall couldn't kill Gerald himself in front of Elusha, because doing so would create a gap in Elusia's mind.

It's not good.

So Kerall didn't move, except that the princess slowly landed in a leaf boat outside the tower of Paradise with Elusia in her arms.

“Why are you here, too?” Kerall looked strangely at Naz, Gray, Lucy, the three of them, and the Haunted Guild S-Class magician, and it really seemed to be Jubilee? It's weird that they're wearing autumn clothes during the warm spring season, and... they're more afraid of Kerall than they are of dodging.

Kerall knew what she was thinking, but ignored her, putting Arusha on the boat, and Kerall wondered slightly why so many people were here: "Why are you here? ”

“We came after Elusia because they kidnapped her here," Grey said, not cheerful. He looked at several other people.

It's strange how a couple of gypsy boys are made up of girls, big guys, square men in suits, and gangsters.

Kerall looks at them and puts Elusia on the boat.

But instead of cleaning his wings, he kept his height fluttering: "So, Elusia, this is it, get back to the guild, and the next storm president, he knows, okay? ”

Looking at Kerall talking so mildly to Elusia, Lucy felt a little uncomfortable, even though she knew she was not related to Kerall, and the degree of intimacy did not know if Ray was closer than he was in the morning and evening? But that's what women are like, and reason has nothing to do with them, especially women who are in love.

As a blind man, Keiral was the most sensitive to the emotional atmosphere of the people around him, and soon he noticed Lucy's emotions. He opened his eyes and blinked at Lucy, and then he patted her on the head. Elusia was one meter seven and five tall, and he was one meter eight and five tall, and he could easily photograph her anyway.

“Well, go back, next, but there's going to be a big storm.” Keiral said something, but everyone thought that the death and betrayal of a “Holy Ten” would definitely bring tremendous shock.

In fact, the shock caused by Kerall is much bigger than they thought.

……

“Urudia, go kill Gerrard.” As soon as Keiral returned to the Magic Council, he gave Urutia a direct order.

'Cause your little girlfriend didn't kill Gerald at all? ”Urudia's understanding of the situation is even deeper than Kerall's, because she was the mastermind behind the scenes, and for the situation she guessed, saying what a sacrifice was needed was nothing more than an abomination behind the scenes.

Gerrard didn't deserve her sympathy, she didn't have sympathy until the end of her life, because Gerrard, a man with an extraordinary dark side, woke her dark side, and then he grew up scared even of her, and eventually his death was doomed.

But Urudia never wanted to end him herself.

“Is this jealousy?” Kerall floated, and came to Urutia's side, his head clinging to Urutia's brain door, smiling and asking.

His lips licked the corner of his mouth gently, a seductive gesture that, for Urutia, represented an uncovered seduction and naked expression.

“How could it be.” Urudia smiled and frozen fingers sealed Keiral's lips: "I, forever, will not, am jealous ~! ”

Because I don't deserve that.

Being me in the dark, being able to stick to you in the dead end of the light is already the greatest happiness.

“Really...” Kerall caressed her neck gently: “I really wanted to kill you, you know, Urutia. ”

He's right.

He was really heartbreaking, because Urutia's "Arc of Loss” is a temporal magic that can be applied directly to objects, meaning that, like Kerall, she can completely restore the entire Elf Magic Gun.

Although it is a question of how many magic cannons can be recovered directly disintegrating at tens of thousands of metres in height, Kerall will never tolerate such a possibility.

“Who called, you're my woman.” It is clear to both Kerall and Urutia how direct the dialogue between the two entails.

Urudia is dark and Keral is light, but both have intertwined naked, revealing their other side to each other, doing nothing but bring mustard, so the conversation between the two is direct and effective, even flirting is much more brutal than that between ordinary couples.

Keiral has different personalities for different women and different styles of things between different people.

For the weak, the selfless, he will live with him in an orderly manner.

For the strong, the full of character, Kerall responded with gentle means.

Keiral's methods are changing, and as for his true personality, it's probably only revealed to the women in these beds.

His joy, sorrow and joy, character and thought, ambition and desire, weakness and darkness.

Kerall's IQ is high, but people with high IQ tend to be more lonely.

Because it's really hard to find someone in the world who can talk to him.

Aristotle counts as one, Plato counts as one, and then there can be no more.

So Kerall was lonely.

Loneliness requires comfort. Fortunately, there are still quite a few women around him, so women naturally become a place for him to find comfort.

Because genius is an easily lonely creature...

“Go ahead, I'll take care of the magic council.” Keiral's fingers grabbed her chin from her neck, then gently tapped it on her lips and said.

“The stage is ready, give me the highest show.” Although Urudia hadn't heard from Keiral, she guessed what Keiral was up to, which is super funny.

She is not a magic congressman, nor does she have a great sense of belonging to the magic congress; rather, she is more interested in what Kerall does.

These things can inspire her.

Because what Kerall's going to do next is -- shell the council!