My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 665: The Four Holy Ten in the Heart of the Devil

The other side is two B wizards, Lisa and Rabbi are just two C wizards, which naturally is more than half a chip short.

When Kerall arrived, Lisana and Rabbi were beaten to death by the other two.

Keiral walked out of the woods slowly, not slowly, for him, taking two lives was just an instant thing, and he didn't even have to run that far.

But naturally the reason he's here is to find out more about the gates to the Underworld.

He knew that the purpose of the gates to the Underworld was Jerf the Dark Wizard, but when Urutia returned, no information was conveyed.

There's some key intelligence Kerall needs to be in control of.

For example, how do you plan to break into Sirius Island when you gather your forces, and whether you're just going to find Jerf or destroy the fairy's tail directly, are all things Kerall wants to know.

As soon as Kerall comes out, he draws the attention of the other party, for them, this place is behind the enemy, which means that everyone here belongs to the enemy.

So they're alone in suppressing Lebelisana —— in their view, Lebelisana and Lebelisana are already flesh in the pot, and they can't escape.

Kerall, on the other hand, seemed extraordinary, and the other side came with a man who tried to kill him.

The samurai-like guy with the knife was really about to unleash his magic when he was 10 meters away in front of Kerall, and he saw two lasers straightforward through each other's knees.

The other side slipped straight to the ground for a full five meters, kneeling in front of Kerall.

“The devil's heart?” Kerall smiles and looks on his knees like a samurai's collapsing nose man: “Say, if that's a good word, I'll spare your life. ”

“You think I'll obey you!” He yelled out loud and then his shoulders were pierced again.

This time, he knelt in front of Kerall with his arms completely on his knees.

His arm was full of swelling pain because his shoulders had been completely pierced, otherwise he would have fallen weak and weak.

“Say it." Kerall's faint word is enough to make the other party collapse directly.

He's too calm.

It's a calm that doesn't treat human life like human life.

That's not pretending to be something.

In the other person's eyes, his value is intelligence, and he equates intelligence, and if he does not provide it, then he loses the value of existence, and his life ends.

This man really doesn't take life as one thing.

This is entirely two distinct classes from their search for presence and pleasure from the bully.

If they are thieves, then Kerall is the rank of the bandits, the bandits.

The cold sweat came down in a flash, and he was fully aware of the gap between the two sides and the insecurity of his life. Faced with this situation, he immediately chose whether to say it or not.

“I said...” He replied with a cold sweat to the satisfaction of Kerall.

“Damn.” The chicken-like guy rushed this way angrily, spitting eggs in his mouth, and the magic he used to explode was clearly not the usual magic.

Kerall hummed softly.

The luminescent beam easily penetrated his heart.

“Cough...” A bite of blood sprayed out of his chicken's mouth and then fell beside the samurai, coughing blood constantly, obviously not long ago.

Scared by the tragedy of his companion by a spiritual shock, he trembled even harder.

Part of this is, of course, why the hands and feet are penetrated.

“Go ahead.” Keiral sat on a rock, standing high and looking at him on his knees, said softly.

“What do you want to know?” Cold sweats keep dripping, his hands and feet are in severe pain, but he dares not hum in front of the other side, who doesn't care about these things at all.

“You're from the devil's heart, aren't you?” Kerall asks that Lisana and Rabbi had come to Kerall at this time, and that they were quite wolfish, but not too injured, both of whom belonged to a C-level magician who, although unable to beat each other, apparently could empirically sustain them unharmed.

“Yes, I am the Heart of the Devil, one of the seven family members of Purgatory, under Lord Caprico's command.” He knows nothing, he says nothing.

“Your magic and ordinary magicians are different.” Kerall held onto his chin and asked softly, he was thinking about something.

“Yes, unlike the ordinary Dark Magic Guild, our devil's heart will be imparted with lost magic by Chairman Hades, and these lost magic will have more or less some side effects.” He said nicely.

“No wonder his magic words are stronger than mine, and he doesn't need a magic pen.” Rabbi said softly.

“That man, like a bird, is probably the reason for the loss of magic.” Lisa's next to her.

Kerall nodded softly: "How strong are the seven families of purgatory? ”

“Our leader Caprico is a magician of the Quartet…” he said with difficulty.

“In terms of the latest evaluation criteria of the Union of Mages.” Kerall's faint words made him change his mind quickly.

“Caprico is an S-level magician, the other six are on average the strength of an S-level magician, Ulutia, the head of the Seven Families, has reached the SSS level, and Hades, the vice president, Brunott, are all magicians above the SSS level.” He said nicely.

“Wouldn't Urudia be...” Rabbi shifted her eyes to Kerall.

“Yes, Urutia is the guy I sent to the devil's heart to undercover.” The so-called official two mouths means that, as long as you are officially identified, no matter how dark the job is, you will be officially backed up.

That's why the idea of killing on fire is so popular.

Rebbie and Lisa had to relieve themselves.

If Urudia is the enemy, then obviously it's not 1 +1. It's not as simple as 1. This side has -1. This side has +1. A Holy Ten is more than 1.

There are three words from the other Holy Ten that might be tied to Makarov, Elusia, Kerall, Kildas.

But if there are five Holy Ten over here and two over there, the chances of winning here are much better - Tabassa's promotion to Holy Ten is short and not yet considered a combat force by the two of them.

“Oh? No. Oh.” Kerall spoke softly.

“Holy Ten in the Heart of the Devil, there are four.” Kerall stood up and said in full swing.

“I had no idea there was a strong man like you in the tail of a fairy.” A faint male voice came from a strange place.

“Nor did I expect Urutia to be a traitor. ”

The man slowly emerged from the trees and walked down.

“After all, she is the head of our seven families. ”

“Lord Azuma...” said the little pawn shaking.

“Speak of the Guild's secret traitor, die.” He waved his hand and the other's head burst apart in a flash, the kind of purely physical explosion, so the other's head burst and went straight up and backwards.

“Rabbi, Lisana, go notify the chairman.” Kerall moved a little and said.

“Mm-hmm.” Lisana and Rabbi knew exactly how strong the battle between the two Holy Ten was, just as Kerall had just slipped through each other's hands and feet, and the other had just killed a magician higher than them, just waving his hand.

The parties are not at all at one level.

The two quickly disappeared into battle.

“Well, they're gone, let's fight.” The other person moved his muscles a little bit and said very excitedly.

“Wait a minute, let me guess what your magic is.” Kerall pressed his palms gently, indicating a little restlessness.

“The lost magic of a tree?” Kerall laughed softly, asking.

“The new Speaker of Magic is very clever, and today he is a mentor.” The other side said very elegantly.

Although they have the skin and face of Gypsies, they are undoubtedly highly educated people, and Kerall prefers to deal with them for a large group of people who obey orders.

This is the interaction between two intelligent, independent individuals.

This conversation is great because it's hard to find a guy in the world who can keep up with your thoughts and chat with you and dance.

“You're good. You want to come under me?” Kerall stretched out his solicited hand and was very narrative with his language moves.

“Are you out of your mind?” The other person asked strangely.

Just now, I thought Keiral had wits, and now Keiral unwittingly stretches out the olive branch, and there is no explanation for this unusual behavior other than Keiral's brain damage.

“Do you know why Urudia leaned on me?” Kerall did not care about his ridicule, but rather questioned.

“Because she doesn't agree with Chairman Hades very well?” The other party questioned with a seemingly indeterminate conclusion.

“That's just one small reason, because it's more interesting on my side.” Kerall smiled and opened his hands: “I'm a hundred times more fun, a thousand times more fun guy than Hades! ”

“By my side, you'll be more fun!” Kerall persuaded each other for one of the most inspiring reasons.

Why does it exist in this world? A thousand people will certainly give you a thousand answers, but if you ask this group of smart people, they will tell you that the reason they exist in this world is because it's enough to go again!

Keiral had a comic book in his last life dedicated to the life of a cartoonist, and there was a phrase in it that impressed Keiral: "Whatever the subject matter, as long as it's interesting, it's no problem! As long as it's funny! ”