Reckless Through The New World

I don't know how long it took for the count to stop.

He was leaning against a big tree, breathing heavily.

This rush is too violent for an old man. And more heavy than physical exhaustion is the panic of the mind.

He felt that his internal organs were rolling, and he couldn't help but vomit.

After vomiting for a while, he recovered from extreme exhaustion and extreme panic, and sat down weakly against the tree, gasping for breath.

While breathing, thinking.

(Why? Why is this happening? It doesn’t make sense! How could His Majesty leave **** and come to the world? He is the commander-in-chief of the demon army of hell, one of the three giants of hell. How can he come to the world? Impossible!)

His heart was roaring wildly, but he didn't say anything, just gasped.

He didn't dare to say a word or a syllable.

Just now, he had already recognized the identity of the little girl with silver hair and round face.

That is not a little girl at all, but the incarnation of Beelzebub, the commander of hell!

Although she restrained almost all of her power, and only revealed a negligible trace, the strength of her strength is not important, what matters is the level of strength.

That kind of power, that kind of coercion, that kind of terrifying sense of existence that makes people want to huddle themselves into a ball to avoid their gaze... There is no doubt that she is an extremely high-level existence, and she is already high enough A level that made the Earl dare not even look up, and could only do his best to stay away.

And, the demon's reaction proves it.

According to the contract, it should do everything in its power to protect the Tarakhan family. But it completely gave up the contract and directly bowed in front of the other party. Why is this?

Because it knows that when that One appears, its own thoughts are meaningless. Whatever it does, or doesn't do, has no bearing on how things are going.

If that one wants the Tarahan family to be destroyed, the family will be destroyed. If He doesn't want this family to be destroyed, then no one can destroy this family.

At the moment of his appearance, the covenant is meaningless.

The count gasped for a while, but the roar in his heart was replaced by a wry smile.

(I made a mistake just now! I should have gone to that majesty too!)

He has realized his mistake at this moment, but even if everything is repeated, his choice will not change.

At that time, he was actually almost insane, and his reason completely collapsed, leaving only the instinct of a living creature-the instinct to avoid danger.

Under the control of this instinct, even if he immediately realizes that he has made the wrong choice after regaining consciousness, it is useless.

The Count smiled bitterly for a while, took out some medicines from the storage belt that could replenish his physical strength and invigorate his spirits, recovered his state, and then staggered toward the exit of the valley, toward the direction of his remaining troops.

He must have been displeased when he escaped in front of that majesty just now. His Majesty was displeased by an ant like himself, so what else is there to say?

If it weren't for him, he would even have the thought of dying now.

"It's over... it's over!"

He muttered to himself like that, staggering down the valley.

After walking for a while, he saw a Tara Khan soldier lying on the side of the road.

There was a clear crack on the soldier's armor, which should have been split by a sword. Blood flowed out of the crack, but it was almost dry.

"Is it the one who escaped from the magic circle by luck? Or came to me later?"

The count planned to ignore it, but he suddenly noticed that the soldier's right hand was holding a glowing object tightly.

what is that?

Even though his heart was ashes, he couldn't help but be curious and stepped forward to see what happened.

But just as he walked in front of the soldier's corpse, a mutation suddenly occurred!

On the left hand of the dead soldier, a short knife suddenly appeared, and it stabbed the unsuspecting Count quickly and deeply into his stomach.

The Count originally had many protective spells, but most of them were destroyed when he resisted the magic circle before, and the rest failed to work in front of this short knife.

(Broken Sword!)

The Count was shocked, his hand glowed with purple light, and the **** of light flew out one by one, and hit the "corpse" in an arc.

The corpse was suddenly blasted into the air, rolled several times, and then fell to the ground motionless.

(This is... a real corpse?)

The Count still has some fighting experience. When he saw the tumbling corpse, he knew that it was really just a corpse.

In other words, someone was hiding in the dark and manipulating the corpse to attack him.

That person... who is it?

He pondered in his heart, and hurriedly held the short knife inserted in his abdomen in his hand, and pulled it out with a gritted tooth.

The blood flowed like a stream, followed by a severe pain that seemed to tear all the internal organs.

But the count didn't care about that, he just frowned, looking at the color of his blood.

Red and slightly black, it is toxic, but not very toxic.

(Strange thing! Since that person wanted to assassinate me, he should have used a highly poisonous dagger. How could the poison be so weak?)

His heart was full of doubts, but he didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly took out the antidote and the healing potion, and drank them one after another.

Of course, the medicine the Count prepared for himself was of the highest grade. Although he dared not speak of returning from the dead or being reborn from a severed limb, it was just a stab wound in the stomach, and he recovered in a short while. Apart from the holes in the clothes and blood, there were no signs of injury.

But his antidote did not achieve the expected effect, and the toxins in his body did not have any relief, just like the antidote was fake, just a bottle of sugar water.

The Earl was even more puzzled, but he was not particularly surprised—it would be a strange thing if someone who could set such a trap could be resolved by himself so easily!

"If it had been a few days ago, I would have panicked now." He said to himself, but couldn't help laughing, "But now... it doesn't matter."

Compared to angering that His Majesty, there is nothing worth caring about.

He walked slowly, his movements were a little stiff, but there was no hint of fear on his face.

After a while, his body shook slightly, and blood flowed from his nostrils.

The contract was forcibly released, and in a purifying way.

"That's not right! If it was that His Majesty, why did you cancel the contract in this way?"

Of course Beelzebub has the ability to cancel any contract, but he is a dignified demon and the commander-in-chief of the demon army. How could he use the sacred method of "purification" to cancel the contract? This is simply ridiculous!

The Count's body jolted violently, his eyes widened.

"Could it be that... what I saw was a fake? I was deceived?"

He grew his mouth and carefully recalled the scene at that time, and suddenly found a lot of doubts.

If it was really the incarnation of Beelzebub, then there was no need to make his shadow look that terrifying. That kind of behavior doesn't make any sense at all, it's like a deliberate display of identity.

Not only that, the book carried by the big devil must be a powerful magic book. Why didn't he feel any magic power when he saw that book?

And the woman with silver hair and round face never opened her mouth. Could it be that she didn't dare to open her mouth, for fear that the moment she opened her mouth, she would appear lacking in momentum and make the scam fail?

The more the Count thought about it, the more he felt that his suspicions were justified, and his eyes became brighter.

If it wasn't Beelzebub, then he just lost his contract with the devil. Even without the help of the devil, the Tarakhan family is still the earl and the master of this territory!

As long as you manage to escape by yourself, there is still hope for everything!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Just then, he heard laughter, a very familiar laughter.

He turned around abruptly, looked towards the place where the laughter came from, and saw a man wearing a short earl's robe, with white hair and beard, but his eyes were not aged at all, but appeared wise and cunning, walking over with a smile.

It's like... facing a mirror.