Hearing the hoarse voice of Viscount Gibran, Kant laughed lightly with obvious mockery.
No one standing here was a fool. Looking at the figures covered in blood mist, he slowly nodded and clapped his hands. "I really didn't expect that the famous general of the East County, Viscount Gibran, was actually the devil's lackey."
"Oh, the devil's lackey? No, no, no, I don't like this term."
Viscount Gibran, however, was not angry at all.
Looking at Kant, he continued to say in a hoarse voice, "I only prayed in despair and then received the gift of the supreme power." He paused for a moment and grinned. "You should know this very well, right?"
"I don't know."
Kant shrugged. "I'm also very curious."
He was indeed curious about this.
Although the East County was close to the Senwaya Range, he did not know when the power of demons had appeared here.
He also did not know that the legendary general of the East County territory, Viscount Gibran, was actually a user of the power of demons. Moreover, looking at his current status, he was clearly a senior demon vassal.
He had completely grasped the extraordinary power of demons.
He almost didn't look like a human!
"Heh." Viscount Gibran reminded him, "You know, ten years ago, that bloody battle on the north bank of the Resniston River, I was miraculously won. It was a battle that established ten years of peace."
"The bloody battle on the north bank." Kant raised his eyebrows.
"That's right." Viscount Gibran nodded.
"I really didn't expect it." Kant shrugged.
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"No, this is not evil." Viscount Gibran laughed softly, "Only the hearts of humans are evil."
"Indeed." Kant nodded in agreement.
This was the truth.
Viscount Gibran also stretched out his hand and pointed at Kant. Then, he pointed at his own heart. "Ten years ago, I sent a message to your grandfather, the previous Grand Duke of Leo, but no one came."
He paused slightly. Viscount Gibran's smile became even more ferocious. "Then, I send a message to your father."
He led the fallen knights behind him as they walked forward.
Slowly, he said, "But your father, the current Grand Duke of Leo, Cameron, also didn't come to help me."
The blood mist filled the air.
It was as if many faces were staring at Kant and the others in front of them.
It was like they were evil spirits that would never be revived.
It was also like the souls of the innocent were trapped within and were silently struggling.
Kant frowned slightly. With the Power of King and the Divine Power, he was completely walking the path of positive energy. He was somewhat uncomfortable and repelled by the evil negative energy and the supernatural power of demons in front of him.
Bunduk's underworld power could at least be restrained. This Viscount Gibran's demon power was completely overpower to the point that it seemed to have be maxed out!
"Then, I could only lead a group of despairing fellows into a bloody battle. At the same time, I prayed, hoping that the God of War, Edmund, would grant me the power to turn the tide of the battle. However, nothing changed. My soldiers were still defeated on the battlefield and slaughtered by the elite troops of the Silver Platter Kingdom. It was as easy as slaughtering a lamb."
Viscount Gibran spoke.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"Then I became frustrated, regretful, and desperate. I prayed to any existence, even the legendary demon, just to survive."
As he spoke, his eyes were red, like an evil spirit in the night.
He stared at Kant, his mouth split open, revealing a hideous smile that did not look human at all.
"At that time, did you know, Baron Kant? That was really despair, but my prayers had brought me an absolute existence, it was willing to give me a chance to live, and at the same time, giving me this powerful strength!"
Kant still nodded calmly. "What a wonderful story. Please continue."
The distance between the two sides was less than 30 meters.
The blood mist was so thick that it almost blew against his face.
However, he was not afraid.
There was no sign of panic in his eyes.
Viscount Gibran was venting his emotions, he seemed to be in control of the situation. However, in reality, Kant and the others, who were still in a dormant status, felt as if they were looking at a fool.
They were looking at a fool performing a stupid performance.
The 30 Lion Knights all thought so.
But the performer did not know it.
Viscount Gibran was still performing.
"This power is really powerful. It has broken through the normal supernatural limit. As long as I have enough power, I can impart this power to my disciples. And in the bloody battle, I will obtain a stronger power!"
Viscount Gibran came before Kant with a sinister smile.
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The knight sword in his hand had already been thrown away.
However, a ghastly horn of white bones had appeared on his forehead. His face had turned purple due to the blood mist, oozing with blood. He looked more like a monster.
He looked more like an abyssal demon!
"Roar --"
He roared. It was not a sound that a normal human could make.
Then, he said, "Baron Kant, the reason why I said so much is to delay time so that I can remove the human body that binds me and turn into the Supreme Lord of Hell, the Lord of Sin, the Master of Flame, and the incarnation of the power of Flensas!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh --" an invisible gust of wind instantly appeared.
The thick blood mist instantly transformed into the outline of a giant demon's head.
The dense red light fused with Viscount Gibran's red eyes. It carried an extreme evil aura, like a raging fire roaring toward Kant.
"Die, Kant! This is the first step of my revenge on your father!"
Viscount Gibran laughed maniacally.
His figure was shrouded within the blood mist.
Behind him, in the midst of the red blood mist and the endless flames that erupted, more than ten figures that were flickering with red light rushed out. They let out monster-like roars as they charged towards the temporary camp.
Their minds were captured by this blood mist. They were affected by the madness of a demon, as well as the rage to kill everything!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh --"
However, the sound of swords being drawn rang out.
They were retreating at an even faster speed than when they were charging forward.
No, they were not able to retreat in time. Instead, a few of them had been cut into two, and the rest were forced to retreat!
Even the blood-red demon head phantom in front of Viscount Gibran, which seemed to be about to devour Kant, was pierced by a golden and white ray of light, and then began to turn into nothingness.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff --"
The Sarleon Lion Knights moved forward.
The fallen knights stopped advancing, and many wounds appeared on their purplish-red bodies. Even deep wounds appeared on their chest, abdomen, and the space between their throats and brows.
Some of them could not dodge in time, so they started to slow down, and they fell to their knees.
The red light in their eyes disappeared.
Obviously, the dead could not die again!
The fervor and agitation in the eyes of Viscount Gibran, or the two-meter-tall, burly human-shaped monster, also disappeared a little. His sinister smile was faded. Instead, it was replaced by shock and uncertainty.
And a little fear!
Kant's entire body burst out with golden and yellow light.
The righteous Power of King and the Divine Power of justice condensed together.
It was the nemesis of all negative energy!
Especially the Sword of King in his hand. When he clenched it tightly, the golden light emitted from it, and it almost instantly dispersed the red blood mist around him. Even the phantom of the demon's head that was pierced through by the light and slowly turned into nothingness.
Viscount Gibran, who had already turned into a demon, took half a step back, his eyes full of fear.
"I'm sorry." Kant opened his mouth, he sighed helplessly. "I want to hear you finish those stories. After all, to me, your life experience is interesting, and even give me some inspirations. I was originally wanted to try to get in touch with you and pull you into my camp, so that I can conquer East County."
He paused slightly and looked at Viscount Gibran who had a swollen head, the sharp teeth in his mouth, and the skin with purple-red veins stretched out. He shrugged and said, "But it seems that there's no need now."
"Kant... Kant... Kant!" Viscount Gibran let out a wailing roar. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. He did not look like a human at all. "I didn't expect you to have such power. You deceived everyone. Hahaha, you actually deceived everyone!"
"Yup." Kant nodded calmly. He looked at Viscount Gibran, who was standing in the same spot, his eyes filled with shock and surprise. Viscount Gibran, who was raging furiously, swaging his sword helplessly, and then a golden light shot him.
"Pu --"
The golden light was a concentrated positive energy.
The twisting power exploded on the demon body that was filled with negative energy. Half of Viscount Gibran's shoulder and his left arm directly disappeared.
That's right, it disappeared. His entire body turned into powder. He took a few steps back. He let out a painful howl, and the purplish-red blood flowed out. Only then did he realize that his arm had been cut off.
If it wasn't for the fact that Viscount Gibran's physical fitness had rapidly increased after he had demonized, Kant's sword strike just now could have directly destroyed half of his body!
"You... This power... is the sacred power of the Silver Platter Kingdom..."
The demonized Gibran's face was filled with malevolence due to the pain. His eyes that were filled with blood and red light were also filled with shock, "The divine artifact hidden by Princess Sofia... so it has already... already been obtained by you!"
"Divine artifact?" Kant frowned slightly.
His movements that were about to continue brandishing his sword paused slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "I'm very curious, Viscount Gibran. What exactly did you say my mother was hiding?"
"Ha, hahaha, so you don't know!"
However, what answered him was an arrogant and malevolent laugh.
Gibran looked at Kant with hatred. The blood mist around him became denser and denser.
A mysterious and evil power exploded in his body, and he instantly turned into a ball of red mist, rushing toward the southeast at high speed.
At the same time.
A voice was left behind.
"If you want to know, come to Mountain of Death. There is everything you want to know. Baron Kant, if you want to know the secrets of Princess Sofia, come!"
