Demon King

　　 Ivo followed the new-born old German and constantly fought stronger demons.

　　 There is no concept of time in the memory battlefield, and Ivo does not know how long it has passed. The shield has long been shattered and his body is covered with scars. The warhammer is soaked in the black blood of the devil, so tired that he doesn't want to move.

　　 On the back of a deserted hill, Ivo is panting for a break. He has fought for more than 20 games. In the battlefield of memory, he will not feel hungry or thirsty. All that is tired is mental consciousness.

　　 The memory battlefield allows Ivo to accumulate experience and exercise combat skills in battle, just like a real dream.

　　 "Old German, how long have I been in the battlefield of memory?"

　　 "No matter how long you stay, it's only a moment in the real world."

Ivo nodded and was about to speak. A dark gap suddenly opened in the sky. A figure fell from the sky and fell to the ground. The dust was flying all over the sky. The huge sound attracted hundreds of demons within a few miles, and they all went to the shadows. Rushed towards the landing.

　　 Boom! At the place where the figure fell, the **** light shot up into the sky, like a spear that pierced the sky, rumbling and spinning, turning into a **** tornado, and hundreds of demons who approached were instantly stranded and turned into a splash of black blood. , After the tornado broke up, it turned into a monstrous rain of black blood, which was extremely stench.

A burly man wearing a primitive battle armor appeared in Ivo’s sight from afar, his face was as firm as a knife and axe, a thick black hair fluttering in the wind, his armor was black and red, his arms and thighs were exposed, and his back was blood-red. Cloak, this is the style of battle armor of the ancient calendar period ruled by dragons and elves, more than a thousand years ago.

The man had a dark gold war shield on his left arm, and a black and red war spear in his right hand. The two arms were wrapped with dark copper chains. The whole body exuded a strong evil spirit, giving a strong first impression. Is a strong one!

　　 Ivo surprised: "That is..."

The old German took a breath, and said slowly: "That is the real epic character, Abel Helix, the fifth generation of the "Spear Pointing to the Sky" of Stian Bada in the ancient calendar period-this is in the warrior The honorary titles have been passed down from generation to generation, and scholars have recorded his epic deeds-"Bloody Traveler". "Saint Butcher" is his nickname, which represents both awe and fear."

　　 Sian Bada, the birthplace of warriors, the hometown of ancient warriors.

　　 In the distant ancient calendar period or even the older primitive calendar period, there were only two systems, warriors and wizards.

"Many rare materials only grow in other worlds, so wizards will use teleportation witchcraft to send powerful warriors into the secondary space to collect materials. Abel also comes from this. The sixth chapter of "Bloody Traveler", Chapter 4, 'He walked into the **** where evil condensed into filth, his spear pierced the sky and set off a frenzy of black blood. This is a massacre, and the devil perishes in wailing'..."

Old German suddenly changed the subject, and his tone was awkward: "Of course this group of scholars who wrote the book is making up a secret, telling you a secret. When Abel came to Purgatory, he didn't bring any dry food. He was so hungry that he was looking for something to eat in Purgatory. Can humans eat the food? Even our demons dare not eat it! I heard that when Abel had a stomachache, he ran into the demon lord at the time. He finally won, and was almost suffocated to death, and escaped from purgatory..."

　　 Ivo heard it with gusto, and if the distant Abel felt it, he suddenly looked in the direction of Ivo, and the majestic murderous aura swept over him like a hurricane.

　　 "Damn, I was found, I blame you for telling me a joke!" Ivo was shocked.

　　 Old German reluctantly said: "If you encounter Abel with diarrhea, maybe you can escape, now...this time the memory battlefield is over."

　　 Abel shook his hand and threw the black and red war spear, like a rushing thunder, in Ivo's line of sight like a jumping black electricity, before he could react, it instantly penetrated his chest.

　　 "Is this the real strong man, I can't even dodge the spear thrown three or four miles away."

　　 Ivo's consciousness pulled away instantly, the world in front of him changed instantly, and he returned to the real world again.

　　 The dormitory was dim, and only the sound of Ande's soft breathing sound asleep, the memory battlefield of two days, as expected, only a moment passed in the real world.

　　 Ivo has a neurasthenia. This is what Demasia calls soul fatigue, and he can only recover after waking up.

On the second day, Ivo pulled Ander for the training of rotating foot combat skills as usual. Ander took out a bag of stones and threw them. Ivo blocked all of them smoothly. Ander was slightly surprised and proceeded to the next training again. Done successfully.

　　The third, fourth...seventh trainings were all completed. Ender was stunned. He couldn't believe that Ivo, who was stuck in the first training yesterday, could break seven consecutive trainings overnight.

　　 Adoring little stars appeared in Ande's eyes.

　　 The battle between life and death is the best practice method for warriors. Ivo's mastery of rotating steps has improved by a big step, and he has successfully mastered the beginner level.

　　 He has the opportunity to memorize the battlefield once a day, and he no longer has to worry about the time to practice new combat skills.

　　...

　　 Ivo is walking down the street, and today he is going back to the manor to rest.

　　 A team of Templars with silver armor suddenly appeared, stopped at both ends of the street, and said loudly: "Lasses Cathedral is searched for heretics, and everyone will be investigated."

　　 Civilians complained more and more.

　　 "We need to search again."

　　 "It has lasted for half a month."

　　 "Where is the heresy?"

　　 Ivo frowned slightly.

　　 The civilians were under investigation, and soon arrived at Ivo. The Templars searched his possessions. Ivo was not worried. He had already made Little Devil One hide away with the space ring.

　　 Suddenly his eyes moved slightly, and he noticed that the Templars' eyes were not right, with a slight hostility, he squatted in his heart, knowing that this group of guys were targeting him.

　　 As expected, the Templar suddenly pushed Ivo to the side and said: "You are waiting by the side, you are not allowed to leave."

　　 "Damn, come again!" Ivo looked slightly annoyed.

This is not the first time. When he was recuperating in Linches Manor, the Templars often questioned and searched him, believing that he, an unknown fellow, was related to heresy. For this kind of behavior, Ivo only had five words. Describe... the young man has a good vision!

　　 At this time, a questioning voice sounded from behind the Templar.

　　 "Are you going to stop me from the Linches family? When did the Cathedral of Lasses have such great power?"

Following the reputation, I saw Paro appearing in front of the night watchman in a fair manner, wearing a noble costume with the Linches family crest embroidered on it, disguising his face of anger and compelling, as if a real noble obedient, he Seeing that Ivo was targeted and searched, he appeared to rescue him. The clothes he was wearing were stolen.

　　 Ivo's mouth twitched slightly, eldest brother, others are catching you everywhere, you are still swaying like this, you are good.

　　 Paro is aggressive: "Are you still not letting go?!"

　　 The Templars were suddenly overwhelmed by the tiger. Although the church was powerful, divine power and kingship had always conflicted. The purpose of the church was not to intervene in power struggles, and only focus on spreading faith, cultivating clergy, benefiting believers, and killing heretics.

　　 But the killing of heresy has always been controversial. The Church's attitude towards heresy is never tolerant. In the process of hunting down, it often violates the law. Although various kingdoms acquiesce in the Church’s privileges, they have limits of tolerance for everything.

　　 The nobility is also a privileged class. The royal family likes to see the collision of the two privileged classes, so when the two conflicts, privilege versus privilege will cause trouble. The Vatican’s attitude towards this kind of conflict is to stay away from it, but it has been half a month since the Cathedral of Lasses has been chasing and killing the highly threatening red heresy. The two civilians of the heretical nicknames given to Ivo and Paro by the church also disappeared, and the Templars were unwilling to let go of any clues.

　　 Seeing Ivo's calm and reliant look, the Templars couldn't help but beat a drum.

The Templars felt a headache. After weighing them, they found that although the Cathedral of Lasses is not afraid of a family of marquis, it would not support him as an ordinary night watchman, so he gave up: "Please leave. Bar."

Ivo nodded faintly, and turned around the corner with Paro. Both of them were relieved. Ivo helplessly said: "Can you wait for my signal next time? You made it so suddenly that I almost showed a flaw. Do you know about communication?"

　　 Paro said straightforwardly: "I can't take any chances, if you are discovered, all the power of the Order in Lasses will be uprooted."

　　 Ivo looked depressed and couldn't tell Paro the truth. He was not afraid of searching at all. No one could find his devilish breath.

　　 The Templar searches are getting more frequent, maybe it's time to go out to avoid the limelight.

　　...

Back at the manor, Ivo came to his room, walked into the door, and suddenly stopped. A looming slender figure was sitting on his window sill, with one leg arched and one leg drooped, turning his head and looking into the distance. The sky, long hair fluttering.

　　 Ivo sighed: "Children don't learn this sultry sitting posture, by the way...you are not a kid, you are a kid."

　　 Xiao Dai, who was leaning against the window, did not choke as before, but turned a blind eye to pretending not to hear.

　　 Ivo was taken aback, and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

　　 Xiaodai said softly, with a touch of sadness: "Ivo, I'm homesick."

　　 "Homesick? Then why are you sitting there? Come into my arms and feel the warmth of home."

　　 "Ivo!" Xiaodai suddenly became angry and grabbed the brass candlestick next to him and threw it over, "You're a bastard!"

　　 Ivo caught the candlestick smoothly and smiled: "I believe you won't be the last to praise me like this."

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