I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

After the new round of battle ended, the two Galula spirits she crucified drifted into golden particles and flowed into her body, and then returned to the belly of a certain queen of Chaldea through a contract.

It all ended in Durin's eyes.

"Then, it's time for us to move on. Since there will be ghosts here, I won't be too surprised if there will be messengers of death or people from the underworld," Skaha said.

It's a pity that they came too hastily. It would be better if they consulted the curse wrist for information when they were in East Village.

"Hehe, didn't you also guard the gate of Wannian in the Kingdom of Shadows?"

"what are you saying?"

"Please don't worry about it, Scarha. I'm still a little bit sure about the methods of the underworld. I will protect you then." Du Linxin said, pretending to be tender is up to you!

"Humph."

One person and one ride, stepping on the dangerous bridge leading to the building on the other side of the mountain, there was a creaking sound, and the shaking sides of the bridge began to fall.

This is not difficult for two existences.

But when they were halfway there, it was clearly still the morning sky, and the sky suddenly reflected golden yellow like noon.

Scathach raised his head, his face froze slightly: "This is..."

"Long-distance light cannon?"

……

In the distance, a masked Hassan appeared at the head of the bridge, ready to prevent the two from entering the forbidden area, and he couldn't help staring at the sky with wide eyes.

"This is... the judgment of the Lion King!?"

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Chapter 362 "The Brand of the Lion King"

Boom-!

Imprinted into the eyes, a golden beam of light poured from the zenith fell, instantly blasting the bridge leading to the Temple of Azrael.

"No way... Is that Lion King crazy? Even the temple is attacking..."

In the center of the two sky moats, the beam of light falling from the sky penetrates directly into the dark depths of the ground, disappearing together with the figures of Du Lin and Scathach.

The brilliance of the huge Lion King shone in the canyon, and with the impact from the ground, the clouds and smoke rose into the sky like a countercurrent.

A huge air wave swept over, and it took a few minutes to disappear.

"This is really bleak." Coming from the broken bridge, the figure turned around and looked back: "Hey, curse wrist. They seem to have fallen..."

Behind him was a climbing figure wearing a mask, who came to the place where Du Lin was standing not long ago, looked at the broken bridge in front of him with a surprised expression: "How could it be?"

Curse Wrist heard that the two great benefactors were going to take risks towards the Wanzhong Temple last night, and hurriedly chased them to prevent them from touching some taboos, but the scene before them was a bit unbelievable.

It's not their original mountain old man, but the ruling from the Lion King.

"Is it dead?"

"Baimang, I sent you a signal in advance to intercept them from entering the Temple of Azrael." The curse wrist said in a low voice.

The woman known as Hassan the Hundred Looks spread her hands: "It's none of my business, who knows what the Lion King got off his nerves. The shot in a bad mood happened to come here by chance, and, why did the Lion King know here?"

After she complained, she snorted and said, "Anyway, it's the guy from East Village who caused this place to be discovered."

"Do you think your West Village can stay out of it?" Curse Wrist responded.

Compared with arguing with Baimao Hassan, Curse Wrist is more worried about the situation of Du Lin and the two below. He temporarily ignores Baimao Hassan's mood and walks to the broken bridge to watch the situation below.

Broken stones, shrouded in clouds and smoke.

"Your Excellency the Magician—are you all right?" The voice of shouting spread into the valley under the cliff.

In the tumbling clouds and mist below, reaching a cliff a hundred meters away, Scathach nailed a gun into the cliff wall, holding a spear in one hand and grabbing the figure below with the other.

"It seems that Assassin from East Village is coming. How are you, are you okay?" Scathach looked down.

Du Lin held the old woman's delicate arms with both hands, and said slowly, "I need to adjust my posture."

Scathach knew what he wanted to do, and raised his head slightly to glance at the top of his head: "My runes are also fine, but in that case I have to get rid of you. We can also wait for Mr. Cursewrist to release the rope!"

"I'll do it." Du Lin shook his head lightly, then grabbed Scathach's leg with one hand, and climbed up with the other.

At the calf, thigh, waist, until the hands climbed up to Scathach's lower abdomen.

The speed was very fast, and Scathach frowned suddenly, with a puzzled look on his face.She didn't know if it was intentional or something else.After hearing only the sound of 'now clamp my waist with your legs', the frown deepened.

Nevertheless, she eventually followed Dühring's method.

At the mouth of the abyss in the air, Scathach clamped the upper body of the figure below him in a strange posture. The other person's head was at her waist, and sometimes the head was pressed between the legs, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Du Lin briefly freed his hands in the air. He concretized the staff of the stars and drew a rune in midair.

【High Speed ​​Words】

The runes save the time of chanting, and the effect will appear in the next second.Suddenly, a torrent of countercurrent magic power rose from under Du Lin's feet, blowing him up.

Immediately following, Scathach also felt the uncontrolled updraft emerging from below. She let go of Du Lin at once, and at the same time pulled out the death-piercing spear inserted on the cliff.Two figures floated under the abyss, rising slowly.

In less than 1 minute, the speed was getting faster and faster. At a depth of several hundred meters, it flew out of the sky in an instant in the early morning fog and flew back to the ground where it landed.