The Last Gentleman Chapter 834

Chapter 834 Return of the Dead

 Due to the emperor's action, the restless circus infield became quiet.

Gratoni returned to his original seat with the support of Marquis Enwy, but the right half of Zed's body that he forcibly swallowed, that is, the part that was completely diseased and corresponded to the "clown's arm", actually forced himself to dig a hole in the abyss and crawled out. Return to the clown's body.

Gratoni can also clearly feel that there seems to be a red curtain spreading out in the space, forming a stable road and carrying the arm back to reality. He is currently in a bad state and cannot stop it at all.

 On the viewing platform,

As for the actions of Gratoni and Enwei, the emperor did not express any dissatisfaction or comment on the two people's actions. His eyes only turned from the clown to the final opponent, which was William.

 He just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible and return to the monarch with the spoils of war as soon as possible.

 He has a special connection with the monarch, which can be maintained even under such abyss of forgery, and nothing strange has been reported so far.

 In the auditorium.

Wrapped only in a few strips of silk, Slaanesh. Nasté had already gently attached her body to Gratoni's side, using her forked tongue to lick the wound in a heart-shaped shape.

Having been penetrated by fists, the chest hole of the soul is slowly repairing under such licking,

Nast seemed to have tasted something else, "Gratoni~ You didn't seem to eat that human, right? Instead, you used the gastric juice in your body to help him clean up the malignant tumor?"

 I can taste the smell of corpse when I lick you, so my feeling should be correct.

 Why take the risk to save a human being? Nothing like you... In the past, any opponent you participated in in our manor would be eaten.

I still remember clearly that your ex was so gluttonous that you ate him until not a single bone was left. The scene looked so delicious. "

Gratoni just responded calmly, "My mouth is unwilling to eat this person."

"Is there any difference... Aren't they all your opponents? Is it because this human being is too unpalatable, or do you not want the clown to absorb it to enhance the opponent's strength?"

Facing Nast's question, Gratoni himself didn't know how to answer it.

  He had completely fainted on the field before. He slowly woke up because he smelled the strong and threatening smell of tumors. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zed who was almost being swallowed by the tumors.

At that time, Gratoni was not even fully conscious, so he relied on instinct to devour Zed's completely diseased right half.

 Why he did this, Gratoni didn't know.

He knew one thing, he learned a lot from Zed, had a hearty final showdown, and had no complaints even if he lost.

Such a duel was the most enjoyable one in his life. It was not for killing, not for hatred, not for devouring, but for the simplest outcome.

 He didn't want such an old enemy to die like this.

At this time, Marquis Enwei, who was recovering forbidden magic blood, whispered softly: "Nast, when you completely suppress the desire in the blood epidemic, when you understand 'what is life', you may be able to understand Gratoni." That's the way to go.”

“Eh~ It sounds like you two are more powerful than me. We were born with a blood plague, so why should we suppress it? I and Slaanesh are one body and live very comfortably, so I don't need to suppress it~”

Nasté's words were full of charm, but the two men were not interested at all.

Enwei stopped discussing this matter and changed the subject to the present.

“Next, we just need to watch the Emperor's performance. I don't know how far the opponent can push the Emperor, and whether we can see what the Emperor looked like when he was fighting in all directions in the past.”

Nasté, however, was not optimistic at all about William, who was the Emperor's opponent. "You are overthinking this. Even if these people are added together, they are not enough for the Emperor to kill."

“The first two performances have exceeded our expectations to some extent, and maybe the last one will be interesting. Since the other party dares to challenge the emperor, he must be well prepared, so let's enjoy it.”

 The whole circus was silent.

William, who had closed his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes. The distracting thoughts in his heart had dispersed, and the most important moment came next.

His hair was dyed silver, and he tried to sense the [False Moon] sent to the monastery in advance to pick up Yi Chen, but there was no response.

 Such a situation made William frown slightly.

The reason why he was sure that Yi Chen would come back before the game was because he had conducted self-divination through the astrologer's characteristics of the disease.

Although he cannot gaze at the stars like Principal Deslin, he can still divine Yi Chen, a being who is one with him. The final divination result shows that Yi Chen will definitely come back to help at the last moment.

 But the current situation is different from the divination results.

　　　　Little Grape, have you seen the false moon? " "No…"

　　　『If not, you should come back first... I'm afraid we need to join forces to deal with the strongest among the "Seven Marquises". 』

The words just fell.

A scorching heat penetrated the tent, forcing all the blood people to raise their heads. The blood plague in their bodies reacted to this scorching heat, becoming active and even starting to produce blood on their own.

Even the emperor showed a slightly surprised expression.

 “Evil Yang?”

 As a strong and hot beam of light fell, it happened to fall on William's body.

 Between the light pillars,

 A dark object quickly descended and landed on William's shoulder, its hair floating like fireworks.

Marquis Enwei came up with the answer in advance, "Some kind of specially made "Evil Yang Carrier" must have absorbed at least four portions of the Evil Yang Firewood to have such an effect... A person who can control such an Evil Yang Carrier for his own use is very capable." special.

Gratoni, has this person expressed evil yang characteristics in human cities before? "

“No…in my impression, there are only two characteristics: 'death' and 'moon'.

I don't know where this evil yang came from, and the aura of death in his body has also become much lighter, as if he is a different person, which is very strange. "

“It's strange, the emperor seems to be looking forward to it.”

 The viewing platform opposite.

Little Grape stood on William's shoulders with her arms akimbo as before, looking at Emperor Pride opposite her with eyeballs sticking out of her mouth.

Just one look at it made me salivate.

The emperor's twin eyes were simply the most delicious 'grapes' he had ever seen in his life, but correspondingly, just by looking at each other, the little grape began to tremble all over, and blood oozed from the hair.

 “William, do you want to fight such a person?”

"yes?"

Little Putao started to quarrel out of habit, "If you want to die, just say it, okay? I will take you directly to the original tomb for burial."

 “So unsure?”

"No, except that this person has no 'qualifications', he is almost the same as the plague master. Even if we show our strongest posture, we will still be killed."

"That's why I want to wait until Mr. Yi comes over before we officially start... By the way, did you really not see any trace of the moon outside?"

"without."

“Then there's no other way. I have signed a soul contract with the other party. This duel cannot be canceled~ Let's get ready.”

As William held on to the armrest and prepared to stand up, he felt a sense of dissonance.

He suddenly felt that there seemed to be something extra in the 'forged abyss' he had created, and that there seemed to be some eyes watching him secretly.

Intuition made William turn his head,

Looking towards the auditorium that was previously affected by Zed's punch, there was actually a smiling spectator sitting on the edge of the broken auditorium who should have died.

Not only is this spectator not dead, the smile on his face no longer exists, and there is even a faint aura of death.

The more William looked at it, the more wrong he became.

Shaking his head violently, when he focused his attention again and looked over, the strange spectator had turned into a black-haired young man with parasites wrapped around his waist.

"easy…"

 (End of this chapter)

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