077, Lord recognition ceremony

There is drizzle in the sky.

There was silence in Piazza San Marco.

When so many people gather like a tide in front of you, but still remain silent, you can imagine how shocking the things that appear in front of them are.

A suffocating atmosphere envelops everyone.

Almost everyone pressed their chests, and even gasped, were curbed.

The dark light emanates...

A suffocating light emanates from the temporary platform on the square.

This is... the Sword of the Demon Emperor...?

Among this crowd who were all wearing masks to hide their true faces, the idiot looked through the iron mask on his face and looked at the enshrined giant sword on the platform.

It was a sword that was slightly shorter than the long sword form, with a wide and thick blade. The sword body was carved into a straight line and formed a strange totem appearance.

The sword body is in a double-edged wavy shape. The sharp blade just glances at it and feels like it wants to drink blood. The hilt of the sword is made like a claw, with four claws extending towards the sword body, as if using this claw to hold the bloodthirsty long blade tightly.

Compared to being blocked by iron chains, the sword shows a more domineering dark aura. Compared to the fact that Darkness can bring a little old feeling, this sword is full of brilliance and does not hide its own gorgeous brilliance.

Under the drizzle, the whole sky seemed to be moved by it.

God cried.

The waterways in the Venetian River also surging.

The devil seemed to dance above the entire city, instilling some of the most terrifying "thoughts" into the hearts of most people here...

"Gu...guhu..."

In a third-floor open-air tea room around the square, a burly, 17 or 18-year-old boy wearing a mask and stubborn body breathed rapidly.

His fists were clenched, and the eyes under the mask seemed to be uncontrollably looking at the sword blade that was emitting dark luster. As his breath became more and more anxious, his steps... were also raised involuntarily and moved forward...

Bang.

Next to him, a young man with a golden mask shook up a broken ancient sword in his hand and pressed against the burly boy's abdomen at the right time. The fat boy was in pain and then came back to his senses. His eyes humbly retreated behind the blonde young man, standing side by side with another boy wearing glasses and freckles on his face.

The young man in the golden mask snorted, sat back on his seat very casually, picked up the brewed black tea with one hand and took a sip of it. When he looked at the magic sword in the square again, a hint of excitement and an expectant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the golden mask.

(Come on...who can become the Lord of the Demon Sword?)

(Who can become the supreme demon clan?)

(However, the moment you are recognized, you become the target of me... and my sword.)

(Since ancient times, holy demons have never been in harmony. Come on... Let me see what kind of person will you choose to become my opponent?!)

The corner of his mouth continued to emit a smile.

Not only is the excitement of the strong man about to be born, but also the incomparable contempt and confidence.

At this moment, a group of people finally walked on the platform behind the Magic Sword. These people first held up a huge umbrella, and then placed a well-decorated seat under the umbrella. After waiting for the group to withdraw, a young king in his thirties who was surrounded by many people took big steps and walked onto the platform with great momentum.

"Your Majesty is here!!!!"

The commemorative officer shouted, and everyone in the square lowered their heads and expressed respect to the king. The idiot also bowed his head. After a "no gift" was heard from the platform, he raised his head again. It was at this moment that he saw two people.

One is the priest who visited the wind and sand six months ago to help him get rid of the silver bullet Einstein and fight against the God Shield Sand, Charlton.

The one sitting on the chair, without any concealing the excitement on his face and showing a shallow smile, was the king who succeeded the throne by migrating the new Guoxin.

"If the country continues like this, the country will be destroyed, not far from being destroyed."

The idiot didn't look back, but Xingli next to him continued to talk-

"As a king, he acts so superficially and so happy. Having a knight as loyal as Gundalov and Mohammed actually allows them to die in an unknown private fight. It is also the beginning of the collapse of this country..."

Who is Xingli talking to?

Maybe, she was just talking to herself.

When the idiot recalled the battle he fought with the two, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. If the biggest setback he had encountered in intellectual war was that he was played with by that "prophet" twice... Then in military warfare, those two people really made themselves feel that "there is only a part of escaping desperately, and no part of counterattack."

With the seat of King Hymn, the square, which was originally extremely quiet, became quieter.

The drizzle made a rustling sound in the air.

And everyone was also watching the stage...watching the King of Death and Charlton, who was discussing with the king, holding the manuscript paper.

But at this moment...

"Ha...hehe...funny. It's really...too interesting."

Suddenly, a commotion occurred in the idiot's right arm! The dark chains began to squirm slowly. The slight stinging pain not only made the idiot notice the dark destruction, but also made him feel the sword... and there was also some excitement.

“…………”

What is it excited about?

Are you excited about the demon sword that was revealed?

Or...

"Hahaha, human boy, why don't you tell me something interesting? At the same time, I hope you can not ignore my words like before when listening to this interesting thing. Because what I want to say next is very important, and it is also very interesting to you~~~"

The chains were moved away, revealing the bloody pupils inside.

"You raise your eyes and look in the direction of 10 o'clock in the front. There, you should see a man wearing a skeleton mask on his face, with two scabbards on his waist, and he looks like a man who is good at using double swords."

The idiot looked up as he said, and his eyes flashed forward. Sure enough, next to the platform was a man wearing a skeleton mask and a sword on his left and right waist. Looking at the costumes, the person should be the guard of the Demigrant Kingdom. Like other people with the same costumes, they stood around the platform in a surround shape, forming a protective line, which became a barrier to prevent others from stepping into the platform.
Chapter completed!