[MTL, BL] It Is Said That I Captured the Great Demon King [Holographic]

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Xiao Zhi and Frost continued to move forward. The road along the way became smoother and smoother, and the remains of wall lamps also appeared on the walls. At the same time, there are more and more battle traces on the surrounding walls. Large and small slashing scars are all over the passage in front, which can be used to deduce the intensity of the decisive battle that year.

This section of the road was particularly quiet. The roaring undead soldiers were gone, there was no strange fog, and even the new road blockers were gone.

Xiao Zhi did not relax his vigilance because of this quietness. Everything had a sense of danger that a storm was about to come.

Finally, they came to a tall stone door.

The stone gate must have been excavated in a hurry, and it still has an unpolished rough feel. It is carved with a ferocious and huge animal head, which is the symbol of the royal family of the Todli Dynasty. It seems that even if he is reduced to such a place, Nafa is still unwilling to give up his pride as a king.

The stone door firmly blocked the entire passage, which meant that if they wanted to pass through, they had to open this door first.

Frost looked at the stone door in front of him, and the long sword in his hand moved slightly. He was ready to take a step forward and violently split the door open.

"Lord, please let me come." Xiao Zhi's voice sounded from behind him.

Frost turned to look at his clerk, gesturing for him to explain the reason.

Xiao Zhi took a step forward: "Knocking on the door is something I, as a subordinate, should do for you."

Frost didn't say anything, just stopped, and the hand holding the sword relaxed slightly, which meant a lot. Obviously, if you can do it, then go ahead.

Xiao Zhi stood in front of the door. Although the door looked tall and heavy, there were actually several deep cracks on it. It should have been broken once when the resistance army invaded, but it was later broken by the undead here. They only repaired the appearance, but actually the door is still quite fragile.

Now Asen is preparing for a boss VS boss battle with the opponent. The younger brother on the opposite side has come out for several rounds, fully demonstrating the pomp of the boss.

There are only two people on their side. As the only candidate for his younger brother, Xiao Zhi has to support Asen no matter what. He is already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. It would be too much for the boss to open the door himself. No more noodles.

Also, he has been eating and waiting to die, and now he is in front of the boss. It would be a bit too arrogant if he doesn't do some work.

Xiao Zhi raised his hand towards the tall-looking Shimen.

The next moment, an undead version of the explosive fireball flew out from his staff. The green undead fire was full of ghostly energy, mixed with the howling wind and pale flash like the wail of ghosts, both in terms of sound effects and pictures. They are all quite impressive.

"Boom -"

The exploding fireball slammed into the heavy stone door.

In the scream that sounded like all ghosts crying together, the seemingly solid stone door suddenly shattered. This time it was shattered even more thoroughly than before. The stone powder and gravel exploded suddenly and spread all over the area behind the door. It should be impossible to reuse it again.

This knock on the door can be said to be quite powerful. I would like to ask if the owner of a house was knocked on the door like this. Wouldn't he feel like he was slapped in the face with the sole of someone's shoe?

Xiao Zhi smiled and took a step back behind Frost: "I hope you are satisfied."

Frost raised his brows slightly, then raised the corners of his mouth with an inconspicuous arc, and gave him an approving look. It seemed that he was Quite satisfied.

Well, this clerk was not hired in vain.

Xiao Zhi was also very satisfied. The massive bursting fireball was too conspicuous during a melee, but it was very useful when showing off. The movement caused by one fireball could equal a series of others. It was especially suitable for this kind of situation. Situations that require a big scene.

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The two of them entered behind the door one after another.

The first thing that appeared was a corridor. The ground here was still very flat. The surrounding walls had been trimmed and looked very smooth. There were even carvings on them, and there were different contents every few steps.

It would be a tyrant to not forget to pursue these details at such a time.

After passing through the corridor, there is a spacious hall, which can even be described as gorgeous. The walls are polished very smooth, and there are still traces of gauze decoration. The floor is paved with stone bricks, and there are carvings on each stone brick. I don't know how much manpower was spent.

On the ground, there were more fragments of decorations than on the Duran Ruth side. It was unclear whether they were broken during the fight or by the angry rebels.

There is a high platform above the hall, with a beautifully carved stone throne placed on it. Although it is somewhat dilapidated, it does not affect people's appreciation of its exquisite workmanship.

Behind the throne is a tall statue.

It was a burly man, wearing a mighty and domineering battle armor, with a cape on his back, and holding a broad sword in both hands. He was glaring ahead with a majestic expression. The crown on his head clearly explained his identity. ——That method.

Xiao Zhi felt that his previous emotion was expressed too early. This is called not knowing how to repent even when death is imminent. Even when he was fleeing, he was so particular about ostentation. When Nafa was still ruling the Todli dynasty, you can imagine how extravagant his life must have been. It is no wonder that he was overthrown by the intolerable people.

"You guys deserve to die!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out in the silent room, like a thunderclap in his ears.

Xiao Zhi looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, and then saw the stone statue that was glaring in front of him turning his face towards them. The stone statue's mouth opened and closed, and the roar came from his mouth.

Xiao Zhi met the stone statue's gaze and suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.

It's not that the stone statue's eyes are terrifying, but that there seems to be some indescribable power in his eyes. When people come into contact with his eyes, they will naturally feel pressure and fear in their hearts.

One word flashed through Xiao Zhi's mind - spiritual shock.

This is an effect that only appears on certain bosses that kill heavily. Anyone who appears near him will be affected by it and feel palpitations and fear. But this effect can be overcome by yourself. As long as you can keep your mind clear and firm your heart, the firmer you are, the less affected you will be.

Xiao Zhi cleared his mind, calmed down his mood, and his eyes gradually became clear.

Frost took a step forward and blocked the line of sight between Xiao Zhi and the Nafa statue. He whispered: "Back off."

Xiao Zhi understood what his boss meant and was about to start performing. He didn't waste any words, and decisively floated backwards with the light body of the undead, landing in the corner of the hall, implementing his younger brother's self-cultivation, and An Anxin became the only spectator of this battle.

Frost raised his sword and pointed at Nafa's statue: "Come out."

His tone was calm, as if he was asking "Brother, have you eaten today?"

The eyes of the statue of Nafa turned to Frost, as if wanting to devour him. After the two of them stared at each other like this for a few seconds, the palpitating ominous feeling on the stone statue suddenly disappeared, replaced by a more powerful pressure.

Then, a translucent figure emerged from the stone statue.

He was tall and tall, wearing armor and a cloak similar to the one on his statue, and held a broad bronze sword in his hand.

But the armor was full of scars, and the cloak behind him was also in tatters, with dark bloodstains on it that could never be wiped off. Only the sword still shone with cold light.

The blood in his body was so rich that it seemed to overflow. Even from such a long distance, Xiao Zhi felt as if the lingering smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

There was a gap between Nafa's head and body. His head had been chopped off long ago, and it was only connected to the body by dark green resentment. His eyes were bloodshot and glowed with a strange red light, filled with bloodlust and the desire to kill.

His scarlet eyes looked at Frost: "Intruder, you have to pay for your transgression."

Frost still had that expressionless handsome face: "There is so much nonsense."

As a high-ranking person, even if How could a tyrant who could not let go of his arrogance accept such a provocation even if he fled? The red light in his eyes flashed, and he suddenly charged towards Frost with his sword.

Nafa's armor is not a decoration. He is originally a very powerful swordsman. Fighting is an instinct engraved in his bones. Blood and killing are the things that excite him the most.

The sharp blade rushed toward Frost along with the bloody wind, carrying a terrifying pressure that made people feel heart-stopping.

"Ding——"

The two long swords collided fiercely, making a crisp sound, announcing the beginning of the battle.

Neither Frost nor Nafa had any intention of being tactful, and they were directly confronting each other head-on.

The dark long sword in Frost's hand and the bronze broad sword in Nafa's hand continued to clash. Dangerous sword lights flashed in the air, and the surrounding ground also received several deep scars due to the fight between the two.

Nafa stabbed out with his sword, but Frost's figure disappeared from the place in a flash, and reappeared behind Nafa in an instant, stabbing out with his sword mercilessly.

Nafa was also experienced in many battles. He instantly dodged sideways and swung his sword across at the same time, attacking Frost with the same merciless blow.

Facing the oncoming sword edge, Frost suddenly jumped up to dodge the sword, and then slashed out several swords while he was still in the air. His sword light continued one after another, like a heavy rain, towards the sword. The French attack passed.

Nafa dodged in Frost's dense offensive. Although he escaped the attack, his footsteps kept moving back, retreating again and again in the hall.

Faced with this situation, the arrogant tyrant was very dissatisfied. His eyes glowed red, and at the same time, he held the broad sword in both hands and stabbed down suddenly.

Dangerous red light spread on the ground along with the edge of his sword.

Then, a violent impact centered on that method and spread out in all directions. The originally flat ground was lifted up by the impact and then shattered. The exquisite carvings turned into countless broken pieces.

Xiao Zhiyuan felt the terrifying impact even in the corner of the hall. In order to maintain his personality, he also put on a freshly made magic shield for himself.

Frost, who faced the impact directly, felt it even more obvious. His forward momentum stopped and he had to retreat to avoid this dangerous move.

But Frost did not give up the attack. He raised his sword towards Nafa from a distance. In an instant, an icy blue sword light struck Nafa who was standing with his sword.

Facing the menacing sword light, a red shield suddenly lit up on Nafa's body.

The shield was filled with blood, and the wails of the ghosts could be vaguely heard.

When the ice blue sword light collided with the red shield, the sword light dissipated, but there was also a trace of ice blue on the shield. The ice blue flowed on the shield, but it was never engulfed by the red light.

Nafa couldn't help but frown. He felt that his shield was weakened a little. It seemed that the sword light was weird. He had no doubt that if it happened a few more times, his shield might be ineffective. danger.

Nafa's eyes turned to Frost again, and Frost also looked at him almost at the same time. There seemed to be electric light flashing in the air.

After a while, the two men fought fiercely at close range again.

The sword light kept intersecting, causing smoke and dust to rise on the ground.

Xiao Zhi huddled in the corner and watched Asen's fight. His hands were itchy, but due to the character's character, he could not happily join the fight. He could only continue to be itchy in silence. He also secretly took a few pictures of Asen's fight and prepared to keep them. Enjoy it for yourself.

With Nafa covered in blood as a comparison, Asen's fighting posture looked even more handsome.

It's definitely not Xiao Zhi's friend filter who is causing trouble.

At this time, the distance between Nafa and Frost was extremely close, and every move was aimed at each other's vital points, and the exchange of attack and defense was only in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the broadsword in Nafa's hand lit up with a burst of blood-red light, and then, intense red light flew out from the sword's edge and suddenly struck Frost, who was close at hand.

Because he was too close to the sword light, even if Frost quickly made a dodge action, he was still hit hard by the red light in the chest, and he suddenly took several steps back.

A mouthful of dark red blood spilled from the corner of Frost's mouth.

After losing their lives, the blood of the undead is no longer bright red. Even black and green are not ordinary, but it is not solid like ordinary dead people.

The dark red blood stained Frost's light-colored lips and dripped down bit by bit. It was not a bright dark red, but it added a touch of color to this originally cold person, like blooming on a pale snowfield. The first flower.

Nafa laughed ferociously: "Hahahaha, this is the price for provoking the king!!"

Xiao Zhi stopped taking screenshots. He felt that his hands were really itchy, and he really wanted to rub the fireballs and all the fireballs would be stuck here. On the annoying guy! !

Frost wiped away the blood stains nonchalantly with the back of his hand, but the fighting intent in his platinum eyes became even stronger. He stood up straight again, his eyes locked on the method: "Noisy."

After saying that, his figure appeared. In a flash, he disappeared again.

The rain-like sword light burst out again, violently attacking the magic.

The sword in Nafa's hand also shone with red light, and the two sides continued to collide, but the red light gradually became weaker and dimmed under the continuous impact of blue light.

Finally, the bloody shield surrounding the dharma body collapsed, turning into blood and disappearing.

Before Nafa could respond, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Frost's mouth. There was no joy or warmth in that smile, only the ultimate killing intent.

The long black sword was raised, filling the sky with ice-blue sword light.

The next moment, all the sword lights seemed to have heard Frost's order, and suddenly fell down at the same time, like a violent storm specially sent to see off the deceased. Every raindrop carried an icy murderous intention, and was about to hit the opponent. The depths of eternal hell.

Nafa, bathed in the sword light, couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

He smelled the smell of death. The last time he felt this way, he lost his country, lost the powerful army he was proud of, fell from the high throne, and even had his head cut off and his body exposed. wilderness.

This time... what will happen to him...

Before Nafa can think clearly, the sword light has arrived. The icy blue sword rain tore his soul into pieces mercilessly, and the thoughts that he had yet to come up with the answer were shattered, leaving only nothingness.

The sword light shattered Nafa and the armor on his body. Only the bronze sword was still intact. It fell to the ground. It was obviously quiet, but it seemed to have some kind of magic power, attracting people to look at it.

Frost suffered some injuries in the previous battle. There was a sword wound on his cheek, and there was a little blood on the corner of his mouth. His left hand was also pierced by the magic sword, and dark red blood was dripping down.

But he didn't care at all about his injuries and stepped forward to pick up the broadsword that fell on the ground.

Almost the moment he touched the sword, a voice seemed to sound in his heart:

"You killed him, now you can have me..."

"I can help you reach the top..."

"More It's killing, the stronger you become. It's worth exchanging the lives of those ants for my help, right?"

Frost clenched his sword hard.

"Yes, that's it..."

"Come on, show me your piety..."

"First of all, how about killing the extra guy here?"

That voice was full of temptation, which was the soul of this sword. , it is very warlike and loves killing. As long as Frost does what it says, it can give him endless power.

But the price of holding it is that it will continue to affect the mind, and eventually become a person enslaved by the sword.

Frost did not listen to the instigation of the voice. He raised the sword in front of his eyes and smeared his own blood on his left hand. His tone remained calm, without any intention of being tempted: "No, you must completely surrender to me."

Then, he chanted an obscure incantation in his mouth. As he moved, the blood stains on the broad sword gradually twisted and deformed, turning into strange runes.

"No! You can't do this!!"

"Only those who are pious enough to me will I give them power!!!"

"Stop it quickly!!"

"Ah--"

The sword soul screamed miserably. However, Rost did not move at all. He kept chanting in his mouth, and soon strange runes were all over the entire sword body. The wail of the sword soul became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.

A small ball of light emerged from the sword, as if the blood had been stripped away by the runes. It no longer looked red, but just a small ball of crystal white.

At the same time, the broadsword that lost its soul broke instantly, and rust began to erode from the fracture and gradually covered the entire sword body.

Frost threw away the destroyed broadsword, reached out and grabbed the white light and placed it on his black sword. At first, Bai Guang seemed a little unhappy, but under Frost's cool gaze, he still had to enter the sword.

When the white light was completely integrated into the sword body, the long sword remained as it was, but there seemed to be a layer of brilliance flowing on the surface, making it look a bit more mysterious.

Frost did not appreciate his masterpiece. He put away his sword, turned around and prepared to ask Xiao Zhi to leave together.

At this moment, Frost's steps suddenly became unsteady, and he raised his hand to cover his forehead. The severe headache was like a ball of silver needles suddenly exploding in his mind, leaving him almost unable to think or control his body.

Xiao Zhi, who was on the side, realized something was wrong. He suddenly floated forward and supported Frost's shaky body: "Lord?!"

Frost gritted his teeth, not letting himself make the slightest sound.

Xiao Zhi was very worried: "Can I take you back to Heisen?"

"No." Frost's voice came out reluctantly, "It's a small matter... Just wait a while... It's useless to go back to Heisen... ..."

Xiao Zhi helped Frost to the side and sat down. Because Frost had difficulty controlling his body, Xiao Zhi could only let him lean on him.

After knowing each other for so long, it seemed like this was the first time the two of them were so close.

Xiao Zhi turned to look at Frost. There was only a faint will-o'-the-wisp in the crypt that could be used as a light source, but it did not affect his sight. From such a close distance, he could clearly see the other person's eyelashes as thick as a feather fan, with a nice curve, and the deep outline cast a shadow on Frost's face, making his facial features more three-dimensional.

The tip of his nose could smell the unique dark wood smell coming from Frost, and the smooth silver hair swept across Xiao Zhi's ears, making him feel a little itchy.

Frost frowned, silently enduring the pain of his headache. He seemed unwilling to show even a hint of vulnerability in front of others.

Xiao Zhi was keenly aware of this and couldn't help but reach out and pat his back gently, comforting Frost and comforting himself who was unable to help at this moment.

At this moment, Xiao Zhi felt a little at a loss.

He couldn't help but think about what Asen had experienced alone in the past six hundred years? Why do I have a headache? Is it like this every time? Why is Asen wanted for him? Are you resenting him for leaving without saying goodbye?

The room was silent except for the two people who were very close to each other.

There seems to be some different atmosphere flowing in the air, a little sweet, a little sour, and more of a gloomy bitterness.

In the silence, Xiao Zhi saw the wound on Frost's hand, which was left during the fight with Nafa. Frost showed no concern about it, but Xiao Zhi felt that the wound was Very glaring.

He said softly: "Let me help you take care of your wound first."

Frost didn't answer, so Xiao Zhi took it as his acquiescence.

Xiao Zhi took out a roll of bandages from his backpack. This was one of the trading items that appeared during the planning of the trade area, a healing bandage produced by the undead pharmacist. However, this thing is not aimed at adventurers, but is intended to be sold to the undead living in Hesse. Selling it in the trading area is always more convenient than selling it by the pharmacist himself.

Xiao Zhi gently took Frost's hand. The wound on this hand was very hideous, almost penetrated by a broad sword, but Frost continued to fight without changing his expression, as if he couldn't feel the pain. Same.

The bandage was wrapped around the wound, wrapping it up completely. Xiao Zhi was not sure how long it would take for this thing to take effect, so he decided to leave it as it was for now.

The silence lasted for a while, and Xiao Zhi suddenly felt a light touch on his shoulders.

Xiao Zhi turned to look at his side and saw that Frost had stood up. His eyes were clear at this moment, and he could not see the pain and chaos before.

"Let's go." Frost stepped forward, his steps were steady, his back straight, he was still the invincible Hessian lord.

He walked to the place where the method disappeared and picked up a green flame wrapped in a crystal from the ground. Frost glanced at the crystal and threw it to Xiao Zhi as usual.

This is the resentment of the dead that Xiao Zhi is looking for.

Xiao Zhi reached out to take it and heard a gentle "thank you" at the same time. When he raised his head and looked over, he only saw a head of silver hair and Frost's distant back.

Xiao Zhi smiled, quickly put away the resentment of the dead, and followed the footsteps of his boss.