Snap!
The demon of greed suddenly slapped down.
With a slap, the human wearing the iron bucket helmet was slammed into the floor, the iron bucket embedding itself deeply into the cracked ground.
The human body shattered under this fatal blow, turning into a pool of bloody, mangled remains, with blood splattered all around.
Owesser, sitting on his throne, propped his cheek up with one hand and yawned boredly.
That's it?
He wondered just how powerful this person could be, considering he was able to break through so many demon defenses to get here.
As soon as the opponent entered, Oweser realized that the opponent was just an ordinary second-tier warrior.
Having clearly assessed his opponent's strength, Oweiser showed no mercy, casually summoning a fifth-tier Demon of Greed and killing it with a single slap.
Yes, greed has reached level five, which is the source of Oweser's confidence.
Now that his father is seriously ill and asleep, aside from the danger of a large army attacking, he doesn't believe that anyone in the empire can defeat the demon of greed in a one-on-one fight.
Just as he waved his hand, intending to order the nobles to clean up the corpses on the ground,
Suddenly, the corpse that had sunk into the ground turned into ashes and vanished with the wind.
Not long after,
Clang! Clang!
Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, another human wearing an iron bucket helmet and wielding the same weapon ran in.
Owesser: ?
The original corpse disappeared, and in its place appeared a person who looked exactly the same as before.
How... how is this possible?
Oweiser found it utterly absurd, and refusing to believe it, he let the demon of greed slap him again.
However, the opponent seemed to be prepared this time and easily dodged the attack.
result,
Snap!
The devil of greed has two hands; he couldn't dodge the second slap.
Humanity has turned into a pile of mud again.
This time, Oweiser's eyes widened as he stared intently at the corpse.
The corpse met the same fate as before, quickly turning to ashes and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
However, not long after, something miraculous happened.
The man in fine armor and wearing an iron helmet reappeared outside the door and quickly ran back.
Now, let alone Oweiser,
Even the nobles kneeling on either side of the ground were all dumbfounded, their eyes wide open.
And, as if having been tricked, Owesser felt a surge of anger and directly issued a command to the Demon of Greed.
"Keep going! Greed! Kill him!"
"I'd like to see how many more times he can be resurrected!"
The difference in strength is too great; no matter what, a second-tier player is no match for a fifth-tier demon.
So, once, twice, three times, four times...
The Buckethead Man keeps dying.
But each time he died, he became more and more skilled at dealing with demonic attacks the next time.
At first, he could only evade greed once or twice, but later he was even able to fight against greed for a long time and find opportunities to hurt it.
After several battles, the demon finally seemed to feel insulted.
It stretched out its long tongue, trying to pierce through the metal barrel-shaped man in front of it.
But just as its tongue was about to touch the iron barrel,
Buzz—Snap!
A silver-white longsword suddenly rushed in from outside the door, drawing a sharp silver trail in the air, piercing straight towards greed.
That pierced through that long, winding tongue.
The longsword rippled through the air, spreading ink-like bloodstains before embedding itself deeply into the ground, causing the surrounding floorboards to collapse and cave in, and raising clouds of dust.
Clang—!
The sword vibrated and hummed, the echo lasting for a long time.
The entire manor house echoed with this sharp buzzing sound.
Greed let out a painful roar because its tongue was injured, and retracted its tongue in pain.
Then, both the demon and Owesser turned to the human who was slowly walking in from outside the door.
When they could clearly see the figure approaching them, both the human and the demon stared in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief.
Owesser blurted out in disbelief,
Gwen!?
Outside the gate, a silver-white figure radiating a holy light steadily walked towards the manor.
The woman's silver hair flowed in the air like a waterfall, exuding a chill.
A solemn aura emanated from her ethereal, clear eyes, which shimmered with golden light.
Even a glimpse from the side is enough to evoke an indescribable sense of sacredness and dignity.
The other party merely appeared here, gradually approaching.
Owesser felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and cold.
His body, entangled in thorns, began to tremble, his blood vessels tightened, and his mind became highly focused.
Although Greed had never seen the female knight before, he immediately recognized her.
It burst into laughter and said mockingly:
"Hahaha, miss, I smell a very familiar scent on you."
"Yes, it's a stench that I absolutely loathe!"
As he spoke, greed's eyelids drooped heavily, his smile faded, and his expression turned serious.
Its gaze was mocking as it looked her up and down:
“That’s right, it’s the same witcher I killed last time.”
"You have the same scent as her."
As soon as he finished speaking,
At that moment, Gwen, who was usually sparsely emotional, finally frowned.
The fluctuations in their emotions were unmistakable.
Yes, Gwen came because of this obsession.
She was not only trying to eliminate the demons, but also to put an end to the hatred in her heart.
For Kefla, whom she considered her only family.
She did not pick up the longsword.
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