The Devil Inside

He had unbuckled his belt at the beginning and didn't fasten it now.

He patted his bulging crotch and added, "But the truth is just as you said, the core of my depravity is my hook!"

Viola didn't understand.

First, I don’t understand why the important core of depravity should be placed in such a dirty place;

Second, don’t you understand why this is something to be proud of? Why can you say it so proudly?

"I was young and ignorant, and indulged myself blindly. When I was in my thirties, I should have been in my prime, but I was no longer as strong as before! Others fell into depravity either because they were coerced or because they were thirsty for power. I was different. I just wanted to regain my confidence.

"But I was deceived."

Duncan sighed quietly, seeming very helpless.

"That devil told me that if I placed the Corruption Core on the hook, I would have extraordinary performance, enough to conquer anyone. In fact, it is true. My strength is unmatched, but the devil did not tell me the price.

"The price is... losing consciousness. Haha."

Duncan knew that Viola might not understand.

He looked at Han Solo and asked, "Can you understand how I feel?"

Han Solo sneered: "Are you underestimating me? I don't understand at all."

“Without perception, there is no pleasure. The sport I love has become a mechanical labor. I can’t get even a little pleasure from it because I can’t feel it!

"I am just doing boring, monotonous cycles, just like the workers I hired before, who had to work on the assembly line for 16 hours a day and were as numb as them!"

Duncan gnashed his teeth and was heartbroken.

He clenched his fist and said, "What use do I have for this iron rod?"

Dirty words are unbearable to the ear.

Viola sneered: "No one cares about the feelings of an impotent man like you, please stop talking! Since you are in so much pain, I can show mercy and kill you, right here."

"I agree with this lady. No one cares about your feelings, Mr. Duncan."

The fourth voice sounded.

Han Solo turned around with a calm expression. As expected, the noise of the previous battle was so loud that it attracted Diana, the woman in the long skirt.

At this moment, she came over with an unlit gas lamp, her face as frosty as ice.

She took the bell from behind and said to Viola, "Miss, I don't want things to get out of hand. You probably don't want to see innocent people die. Let's take a break. I'll let everyone else leave first, okay?"

Viola turned to look at Han Solo.

Han Solo had no objection: "Of course! If you still have a conscience, I will leave you with an intact body!"

There were still twenty or thirty innocent citizens in the church.

Diana seemed to have Han Solo and Viola in her hands, and was confident that she could eliminate the impact. She was worried that too many people would die, which would attract Arendelle's attention, so she let them go.

Han Solo had no intention of using ordinary people as human shields.

He is the king of demons.

If he did something as despicable as this, he would appear to be quite retarded.

"Go home!"

jingle! jingle!

Diana shook the bell vigorously.

The people who were knitting sweaters stood up stiffly, lined up, returned the knitting needles to Diana, and left the church in an orderly manner.

Wait until you can no longer hear footsteps.

Diana leaned against the wall and said, "Your opponent is Duncan. I will not take action until he is dead."

Duncan looked at her and said, "Diana, is this how you treat your colleagues?"

Diana looked stern and pretended not to hear.

Chapter 44 #044 The Sex Maniac Duncan

Viola looked serious. She could feel that the woman in the long skirt standing against the wall was very powerful.

Given the current situation, it’s best to leave first.

Even if you can't escape for the moment, you should try your best to deal with it and not fight against the enemy with force.

This is Arendelle, not the wilderness. The longer the delay, the better it will be for her and Han Solo.

The only thing to worry about is that the enemy will become desperate.

The old city is densely populated. Once the enemy starts killing without any regard for the consequences, countless people will suffer and their families will be destroyed.

Is it because of justice?

Han Solo drew out the cold and shining Wu-na sword and grasped the hilt decorated with black leather, without any intention of retreating.

He looked at Duncan and said with a smile, "Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. Since this lady won't take action, let me meet you, Your Excellency."

Just a flash.

The sword was as powerful as a mountain. Han Solo had no control and chopped it down head-on.

Duncan originally didn't take Han Solo seriously.

Even if you have not learned any perception magic, you can roughly confirm the opponent's strength. All creatures have the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. Humans who are ignorant of threats have long been extinct.

Viola is obviously a master, but this Han Solo...

General stuff.

However, when a certain skill reaches its peak, it will return to its original state.

There is no higher mountain, so stay calm.

There is no one stronger than you, so be calm.

Han Solo is in that state.

After slashing out with the sword, Duncan realized that he was extremely wrong. He obviously underestimated the man in front of him.

The enamel arm blocked the giant sword and was immediately cut off.

The hand with a broken finger grabbed upwards, but before it touched the Wu Na sword, it was shredded by the whistling sword energy. Flesh and blood flew everywhere and the palm was destroyed. The blade of the Wu Na sword was unstoppable and cut Duncan's right shoulder.

The blade got stuck in the bone and failed to penetrate.

Duncan's eyes were red with anger, and the fat on his face was shaking. He endured the excruciating pain and poured magic power into his shoulder. The grown flesh and blood filled the wound and locked the sword in his right shoulder.

The shattered left palm had no time to regenerate, and flesh and blood surged out from the broken part, condensing into an enamel scimitar.

"die!"

Duncan was there himself and knew the danger best.

Han Solo's previous sword was like a dark cloud covering the sky, unstoppable. Even if he was prepared in advance, he could not guarantee that he could block the next sword.

He is also a ruthless person.

The flesh locked the sword while swinging his hand horizontally, forcing Han Solo to make a choice -

Either give up the sword or die!

But Han Solo has more options.

Previously in the carriage, he had been undergoing a three-hour enlightenment process. Each simulation in his mind was a whole new realm. In just a few tens of minutes, he could complete a lifetime of journey for others. Han Solo's spellcasting skills had reached perfection, and were even integrated with his sword skills.

Duncan's flesh-bound sword cannot be pulled out, but why should it be pulled out?

As he loosened his grip slightly, the sword suddenly began to spin like a drill.

Amid the roar, surging magic power swirled, cut, and grind, chopping the flesh and blood into thin threads and grinding the tendons and bones into powder in an instant.

No one saw how Han Solo exerted his power.

All they saw was that half of Duncan's body was like a dandelion, flying in all directions with a gentle blow!

Blood burst out of the dam and spurted wildly.

The oversized custom-made suit was shattered by sword energy and magic power, revealing a fat body covered with grease and acne underneath.

“Uwaa ...

Duncan could no longer maintain his offensive. He screamed and retreated repeatedly.

He looked at Han Solo, his eyes filled with anger or fear.

Han Solo's offensive is not over.

"Spider sense"!

Strange flashes of light clung to his body, and the skills bestowed upon him by the Tundra Weaver appeared in actual combat for the first time.

There was a wild whistling sound in my ears, like a raging storm;

The scenery I saw became unusually slow.

His reaction speed and explosive power increased significantly, and his heart and lungs roared like hydraulic pumps, providing the body with sufficient kinetic energy. Han Solo's body temperature soared, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his capillaries were bursting.

A short, ghost-like man appeared beside Duncan.

The heavy Wu Na sword was like a light foam board in his hand. In a breath, Han Solo swung out hundreds of swords. The sharp sounds of breaking through the air merged into one and merged into a long whistle sound.

Until this moment.

Viola and Diana, who were watching, only then caught sight of Han Solo again.

They saw...

Fat Duncan has disappeared.

Instead, there was a bloody skeleton with both arms missing and full of holes. If he were a human, he would have been dead long ago.

Han Solo's sword flashed and stabbed the skeleton in the crotch.

With a "clang" sound, the boxer pants were shattered by the sword energy, revealing the protective gear forged with fine steel underneath.

Duncan...

This fallen human actually wears a chastity belt under his underwear.

And the material seems to be extremely high quality.

Even with the sharpness of Wu's sword, it only managed to pierce a small hole in the lock, but failed to damage the root.

Viola and Diana were stunned.

Viola had thought that Han Solo might be able to defeat Duncan. He was valued by the Darkwood family, so he must be something.

But her idea of victory is to fall into a disadvantage, maneuver patiently, seize the flaws, fight hard, and end up with a miserable victory.

She really didn't expect that Han Solo was so powerful!

There were no twists and turns from the beginning to the end. He simply pinned his opponent down and beat him wildly. His combos were smooth and brutal. Look at the scene, is there any place on the ground that was not stained with blood?

Viola has worked with several large adventuring groups.

She had seen many powerful and fierce adventurers.

But so far, including the monsters, she has never seen anyone with a more brutal desire to attack than Han Solo. It's simply...

A visual feast, a killing machine.

He is a meat grinder.

Diana was equally surprised, but only slightly more.

She could see that Duncan's level was higher than Han Solo's, and not just one or two levels higher.

However, numerical values are used to constrain ordinary people.

"Challenging beyond one's level is courting death";

"Level 4 beats level 3, father beats son."

These "correct nonsense" are just the wise sayings of ordinary people.

The so-called genius is so extraordinary that it is because they go against the norm and do what the common people cannot do. They break through the conventions, defy common sense and transcend common sense, causing others to be astonished and shocked, and even call them beautiful.