I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer Chapter 1131 on Novelsera

It was not something that existed in mythology, but a weapon that materialized based on the legend of her being a betrayal witch.
But looking at Kuang San’s charming side face, all the unhappiness in her heart was thrown away, and she handed the dagger to Kuang San’s hands.
Looking at Kurumi holding the alien dagger, the weird thoughts in Bafeng’s heart became stronger.
She frowned slightly, thinking about what the emotions that just appeared in her heart were. A puppet without a heart was so pitiful that she couldn’t even distinguish her emotions.
Kurumi was very simple, he swung the dagger in his hand and pierced Baphomet’s heart.
Baphomet stared blankly at the dagger pierced into his chest. There was no information called pain in his brain, not even a judgment of injury.
The only one who felt abnormal was the Marquis of Vauban.
He felt a sudden flicker of the picture in front of him, a bit like an old-school TV.
“—!!!?”
Red light poured out from Baphomet’s stabbed chest, and an ominous magic surged, washing Baphomet’s whole body, and severing the relationship between her and the Marquis of Vauban.
The so-called power is nothing but something that Pandora will give to the godslayer through the ring of usurpation through the power of the slain god.
The contract anchored by the ring of usurpation was cut open.
The picture in front of Marquis Vauban instantly turned gray and white. In the darkness, he shook hands and laughed wildly.
The second time… It was the second time since Vulcan Zhu Rong’s usurped power of annihilation by fire, his own things were taken away so bluntly.
But the Marquis of Vauban had a feeling.
This time is different from the last time, the wizard of the magic book may never come back.
“Ha…haha-” Bafeng gasped because of the abnormal feeling in his body, his small limbs stretched up tensely, and finally fell weakly on the bed, his pupils dilated.
Something like a wound emerged from her forehead, bright red, like a round wheel entangled with a dragon and a sword.
It’s the same as the magic tool in Pandora’s hand.
And on Kurumi’s hand, the engraving slowly emerged, binding the engraving of power.
“Why…” Bafengte, who was slumped on the bed, panted, letting Kurumi pick her up and untangle the shackles completed by “Pinda Poetry”.
There is a feeling that the body is invaded by the surging magic power.
Baphomet could clearly distinguish the gap between the God of Disobedience and the Marquis of Vauban in front of him.
Just like seas and lakes.
The power poured out at will by the god of disobedience in front of him is enough to completely immobilize himself.
“From now on–”
“You are my doll.” Kurumi declared confidently, holding up Baphomet’s face.
A puppet without a heart, without any dissatisfaction or regret of the easy-to-change owner, just stared at the face and imprinted it in his mind.
That’s the new owner.
No…no branding required at all.
Because, I have seen that face countless times, and I made it based on her.
Chapter 29 Dead or Alive?Offering sacrifices to the land of the gods & I am your familiar
His wrists were locked behind his back, and his thumbs were tied together.
Kneeling down on the ground, Wanli Gu Yuri looked at the young man in front of him.
Although he didn’t quite understand why he looked like a haggard old man four years ago, he now looked like he was in his early twenties.
In particular, the opponent is the King of Godslayer, who can’t take effect with almost any spells and potions.
But as long as he stared at the pair of dark green evil eyes with cold wisdom, Yuri Wanligu could confirm that he was the Marquis of Vauban.
In front of him is the oldest god-killer king, surrounded by countless dead servants guarding him, his hands are tied tightly, his thumbs are also tied, and even casting spells has become impossible.
Wanli Gu Yuri felt a little desperate, and it seemed that he had no chance of living at all.
The Marquis of Vauban, who was laughing sharply, turned around slowly and looked at the pale and haggard Maiden in front of him.
“It’s really nostalgic. I always feel like I’ve seen such an appearance.” He looked down at the girl. “Four years ago? In my castle.”
“Your generation has grown too fast, and the bad old men of my age are completely incomparable to you.”
Banligu Yuri lowered his head and panted, looking at the ground beneath his feet.
This style of tiles should not be seen very often in Kyoto, it is too old.
And you should have seen it yourself.
Carefully searching for the memory, sweat dripped down the ends of his hair, and the thin clothes were also soaked with sweat.
Mariya Yuri saw a sign.
– Aoba Terrace.
Her eyes widened a little, and she showed an incredible look.
“Oh? What a smart girl, you seem to have guessed where this is.”