Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

"Yes, Torway, please ask Her Majesty the Queen to cure me..."

Seeing Dalabengba again, Aya was happy and moved, but at the same time, she couldn't help but worry about Dalabengba's current situation.

She could almost predict the punishment Darabengba might face.

That was not the result she wanted to see.

The girl, who had just recovered from a serious illness, took two steps forward, knelt down suddenly in front of the patrolling soldiers, kowtowed, and begged with tears in her eyes:

"Brother soldiers, we are willing to bear all the subsequent treatment costs and accept any form of punishment, but please don't execute him. He is just worried about me. We are all companions together."

The two soldiers holding Dalabengba looked at each other.

Although they have softened their hearts, the law is still strict.

This young man is very powerful and dares to commit murder in the royal city. His nature is very bad.

The boy's fate is no longer something they can decide.

"I'm sorry." The soldier on the left shook his head and said seriously:

"According to imperial law, serious brawls in the royal city will be sentenced to hanging. We will truthfully report the incident to the executioner and try to minimize the punishment. The death penalty can be exempted, but the prison sentence cannot be exempted. .”

The boy held in his hand suddenly struggled hard.

The huge force was like a violent bear, causing his jaws to hurt.

If he and his colleagues hadn't locked the young man's shoulders, they would have been thrown away by this time, but they wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"Don't make the same mistake again and again! If you continue to hurt people, your bones will be buried here. The strength of the Royal City's troops is beyond your imagination!"

The soldier hurriedly warned the struggling young man, and at the same time almost used all his strength to suppress the young man with his companions to prevent him from breaking out of control.

"No! Don't resist! Darabeng, the situation is not serious yet. You just need to be detained for a while. Torway and I will be waiting for you. I will bring you meals every day..."

When Aya saw that the situation was not good, she was so frightened that her face turned pale.

She didn't know what to do, so she could only try her best to appease Darabengba's emotions.

But things didn't get better.

Dalabengba's struggle became more and more intense, and his whole body began to turn red. Bright red blood vessels burst out from the surface of his body, and the whites of his eyes were almost bloodshot.

His body also expanded in a circle, gradually lifting the soldiers pressing him on both sides, and this expansion continued.

"There's something wrong with Darabengba!"

Torway pulled Aya back, who wanted to get closer, and looked carefully at Darabengba.

Dalabengba's symptoms now are very similar to those when Aya was sick before.

The only difference is that Aya is very weak, but now Darabengba's aura is more than a little stronger?

The strength of the original fourth level is already very close to that of the fifth level.

"I can't control myself..."

A deep beast-like voice came from the bloody giant-like body.

As the blood mist filled the air, Dalabengba had completely changed its appearance.

His limbs became thick and slender, and the muscles everywhere swelled exaggeratedly.

These suddenly expanded muscles burst his skin, leaving him covered in blood and flesh.

But there was a dark red thread-like substance connecting his body that was on the verge of being broken, allowing him to barely maintain his current form.

Tolway was familiar with the filaments, which looked like the hyphae of fungi.

"I accepted the favor of the gods!"

Darabengba raised his head and roared loudly.

"I am supposed to be preaching to the gods!"

While speaking, the strong arm rotated strangely 180 degrees, and pinched the heads of the two soldiers with a "click".

He raised his head, puffed out two streams of white air from his nose, his eyes hidden under his broken hair flashed fiercely, and threw the two soldiers out with a single forceful throw.

"Can not go back."

Darabengba turned his head and glanced at Aya and Torway. His scarlet eyes were full of sorrow and chaotic evil thoughts. He used his last bit of reason to shout at Aya and Torway:

"Get out of here, get out of this country, as far away as possible!"

After saying that, he jumped to a nearby tower and climbed higher and higher until he reached the top of the tower.

"The delicious main material plane, the endless power of faith!"

A strange and sharp voice floated out of Darabengba's mouth. It sounded like an old man with a sinister personality, or like a demon who had just crawled out of the abyss with greed and malice towards the world.

"My journey as the Scarlet King will start again, starting from this small country!"

The Scarlet King Kanvaco I controlled the boy's body and watched the streets where people were passing by.

Everyone looked at him.

With deep fear and panic.

Just like countless years ago, he stood on the neck of the giant dragon, with the dragon's head and arms spitting out flames, lying on the dome of the palace.

The body he was currently inhabiting was also very good. He was extremely talented and his understanding of the swordsmanship frightened him. In time, this body would surely become a legendary swordsman master who was no less powerful than the Discipline Knight Clemon.

"Now is the time to spread the grace of the gods!"

"And I am the god! Jie Jie Jie..."

Canvaco I laughed wildly.

He already had a rough idea of ​​the strength of this national soldier patrol just by looking at it.

Use a group of first- and second-level warriors as a patrol.

It is absolutely impossible for the strongest person in this country to exceed the fourth level. A small and weak country like this has a large population. It is the perfect paradise for the early development of his decadent divine religion!

When he pulls up an army of rotten people, he can continue to spread towards surrounding countries.

Continue to write the legend of his Scarlet King.

Of course, Kanwaco I did not forget the humiliation brought to him by the Saint Lotia Empire and the Winter Empire.

This time, he chose to develop in a wretched manner, dormant in secret, and wait until he is fully developed before launching bloody revenge!

"Wait! I will take revenge. I will make your descendants kneel in front of my statue and repent for the pain of exile you brought to me!"

Kanwako I squinted his eyes, and seemed to have an image of King Winter and Furion's people crying and wailing in front of him in his mind.

"Hello!"

A soft and waxy voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

Kanwaco I turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw two suns inlaid on the black steel bridge appearing in front of me.

The pillars of the bridge are in the shape of strange spikes.

In the middle of the bridge stood a little elf Lolita carved in pink and jade.

What's happening here?

Did you come here in a hurry and get it for free?

Canvaco I was puzzled, but it did not prevent him from releasing the evil in his heart:

"To pollute a pure creature like you would be an extremely wonderful thing for me!"

"Oh? Really?" A thunderous voice sounded.

This body is just an ordinary human being, and its resistance in all aspects is very average. Therefore, Canvaco I's eardrums were shocked to the point of pain.

He frowned, watching the black bridge gradually rise, and broad black sails appeared on both sides. Under the red-gold sun, there was a bloody mouth and rows of sharp fangs shining with cold light.

"I wonder if you are interested in contaminating a black dragon?"

Su Nian's tone was mocking, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.