It's not surprising that the Demon King of this generation has the ability to make people's thinking stagnate.
"All things are dormant, it is the power of freezing."
The man glanced at her, smiled and shook his head.
freeze?
Not spiritual?
"The control of temperature is accomplished by tampering with the scalar quantity, which means that all things are dormant."
"The basic use is to trigger drastic climate change at a very small cost - that is a very bad use, and if it gets slightly out of control, it will make a country uninhabited."
"In comparison, lowering the temperature to a point close to stopping time is a more humane approach."
"Compared to the spells recorded in the Black Crown, I prefer this cold wind."
The devil smiled.
His icy blue eyes no longer seemed gentle...
But it is manic and gloomy.
Just a glance.
It seemed as if my lungs were being burned by something hot.
But the next moment.
The burning sensation has disappeared.
The manic monarch had regained his usual composure. He walked easily to the small refrigerator and took out a bottle of water.
"Drink something to calm down."
"My eyes seem to be a little sick, and sometimes they trigger some strange events."
"You are unlucky. You happened to encounter this pair of eyes when they are sick."
The devil handed the water to his hand, then looked at his forehead and took out a towel from the side.
"Wipe the sweat."
He quite considerately handed the towel to her.
Sartel took the towel and wiped his cheek numbly, and water stains appeared on the originally dry towel.
There seems to be a sticky feeling coming from the back...
She couldn't help but shudder.
Only then did she realize that during the eye contact just now, she was sweating all over and even her clothes were wet.
"You are right... With just three Sarkaz courts, we are totally incapable of defeating you."
She held the water but didn't drink it.
Just looking at the man who seemed to be so strong that it seemed beyond common sense.
In the folk tales of the Sarkaz people.
There are always legends about the birth of a demon king and the retaking of his homeland with his tribe.
Land under the sun.
That is the wish of all Sarkaz.
But with repeated encirclement and suppression, such legends have become less and less common.
In the end, there are no old people left who would talk about the devil they had seen.
——All the kings are dead.
Died in conspiracy, died in encirclement and suppression, died in civil war...
Every unnatural death continues to damage the name of the Demon King.
As a result, it has been a long time since a king who can truly rule the entire tribe was born.
But even so, there are still some old people who will wait eagerly.
Waiting for the king to raise the battle flag.
Take everyone back to the hometown that was occupied by the slaves.
That waiting seemed foolish to countless people, and Surtel also thought so in the past.
If the Demon King is so powerful, how could the Sarkaz be displaced?
But now——
She looked at the man, and a sense of absurdity, as if she was watching a legend become reality, surged in her heart.
The king who could lead the Sarkaz back to their homeland was born.
Right in front of me.
"Did I scare you just now?"
"As compensation, do you want me to take you to the shopping mall and buy you some new clothes?"
The man scratched his head and looked at himself with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
"Well, if you come across jewelry or something you like, as long as it's not too expensive, you can get it reimbursed."
The manic monarch gradually turned into a sunny big brother who seemed to appear frequently in game characters.
He is the king that countless Sarkaz people are looking forward to.
He only needs to show his destructive power once, and countless Sarkaz will gather under his command, and he will become a king who is no less powerful than a real dragon.
But he...
I don't miss the glory of the Sarkaz.
She looked at the king who decided to move to the deep sea, and was speechless for a long time.
"Clothes... I have spare ones, so there's no need to buy any for now."
"Excuse me, can I ask you a question?"
She looked up at the monarch.
"Excuse me?"
The monarch agreed very readily.
There was a hint of sadness in the Sarkaz woman's voice.
"Why...why did you abandon the Sarkaz?"
Chapter 315: It's time to settle accounts with the inferior Sarkaz Royal Court
Why abandon your own people?
The words fell.
The person on the opposite side looked distressed.
Abandon the Sarkaz...
Mainly because I'm really unfamiliar with it.
Although the Sarkaz were beaten by Teacher Dakai and became homeless and wandering around the world, theoretically they are everywhere.
but--
The Sarkaz were not a group that Russell saw often.
——He is too much of a homebody.
Although a lot of things were planned, they were basically left to the Shadow Corps to handle.
He himself seldom goes out.
Most of the time, I was thinking about sleeping with the soft media in my arms, rubbing its furry ears and plotting against the beast master.
The energy has been exhausted.
Naturally, I have no time to go out.
Sarkaz?
I really haven't seen it many times.
"Unfortunately, I don't feel a sense of belonging to the Sarkaz clan."
The Jiaozi expressed his opinion with a troubled look.
The king has no sense of identity with the Sarkaz as a group? ! ! !
It was as if some terrible thing was stabbing its sharp claws into my brain and stirring it constantly...
Dishirtl only felt that his soul seemed to be screaming miserably.
Why would the Sarkaz people, who have been waiting for thousands of years, have such thoughts? ! !
"king."
"Why do you have such an idea?!"
Because I'm not even a Sarkaz.
Russell complained in his heart.
He doesn't even have any sense of identification with the dragon clan, let alone the Sarkaz clan?
um, yes.
Russell also has no sense of identification with the dragon clan.
——He had only been a dragon for less than a year, and until now he couldn’t even find his own family tree.
It is a standard dragon-skin human heart.
Even if Russell must integrate into a Terran community.
Then, the one he would choose would most likely not be Ryu or Sarkaz, but Luper or Pello.
——Dragons and Sarkaz keep boasting about how noble they are, but when they become true dragons, they have to face giant beasts, enjoy the power of the Demon King, and be urged to fight for the land under the sun.
The price tags on the back of each one are ridiculously expensive.
Only dogs are free from all high-level interests and are purely greedy for their own bodies.
but--
This kind of thing definitely can't be said.
Otherwise, all the nonsense stories that were made up before would be ruined.
My own style will also be completely amputated from the scalp down.
and so--
The monarch smiled and asked the Sarkaz girl a question.
"Do you feel racial empathy for Rupert?"
Do you feel a sense of empathy for the Luper tribe?
What is the problem?
The sudden question brought the girl, whose heart had almost stopped beating, back to her senses.
But even after she came to her senses, she still felt a strong sense of unreality lingering in her heart.
——She didn’t understand.
Why would the monarch of my clan ask such a question?
"Do you feel angry because of Rupert's injury, as if your people were bullied?"
But the monarch continued to ask questions.
Surtel: "..."
