Chapter 1753 Imprisoned Princess and Inherent Control

Paladin Gun Aroldet, as an inherent magical outfit, is indeed powerful, but Sylvia's over-excitement caused her to be attacked by Oscar, her body was restrained by the tentacles of the dragon Tristan, and Lancelot was also restrained by the unruly The magic bow pierced through the head, and life and death are uncertain.

Desperate Sylvia was pulled to Tristan's nose by the tentacles, and then two more tentacles attacked Sylvia.

"Noble, let me see how elegant you are, I will slowly humiliate you, and then treat you as Tristan's food!"

The demonized Oscar looked at Sylvia who was entangled by the tentacles jokingly, showing a satisfied smile triumphantly, and was already imagining how to humiliate Sylvia.

"Lancelot... I'm sorry... I hurt you..."

Sylvia's eyes ran wildly with tears, looking at Lancelot in the pool of blood, biting his lips in grief, the pupils of both eyes seemed to have lost their expressions, probably already resigned to their fate?

Xia Duolu and others originally wanted to rescue them, but tentacles kept blocking their redemption. Everyone just watched Sylvia being bound in the air by Tristan's tentacles——

Tristan looked at Sylvia excitedly, and warm tentacles slowly crawled onto her fair neck. That disgusting touch made Sylvia tense her legs. She had experienced the tentacles of the ashen corpse dragon during the selection training before, but compared to that. Tristan's active tentacles with a sense of temperature made her feel even more ashamed.

"Haha, this is your real face, a woman who can only moan and pant, you must be a very good woman in bed, don't you think about being played by men every day?"

Looking at Sylvia's flushed cheeks, Oscar felt a little excited. It's really good to see the fourth princess panting and moaning so coquettishly.

Beep!

The purple-black tentacles forcibly tore off the holy knight armor on Sylvia's body, and one after another, the tentacles rushed into the inside of the unbroken armor...

"Stop, stop...don't! Huh..."

The feeling of the tentacles wriggling freely on the skin made Sylvia instinctively feel ashamed, and finally couldn't stop it anymore, and finally moaned loudly.

The sticky mucus gradually penetrated every inch of skin. The holy knight armor was gradually and completely destroyed, and the armor covering the shoulders and chest bounced off. Even the armor couldn't withstand the damage of the tentacles (the tentacles are so powerful), and the underwear was torn into pieces in an instant.

Plump boobs pop out of ripped underwear,

Played by the tentacles, the waves swayed violently.

"Stop...stop, bastard, woo...uh..."

Sylvia felt as if she was about to lose herself.

"What's the matter with you, Sylvia? Aren't you the fourth princess of Leiamon? Aren't you going to protect your country? Cut, this kind of whistling voice will probably melt a man's bones Bar?"

Oscar humiliates with words from time to time, Sylvia's pain is her happiness!

"Who...save me...my knight...ah!"

Veronica couldn't hold it in anymore. The body trembled, and the body began to respond to something uncontrollably.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect you to have such a cute moaning voice! Kawaii, if those audiences hadn't left, they would probably be very satisfied to hear your* voice, don't you think so?"

Oscar suddenly succeeded in scheming and stroked his face, his pupils dilated. Laugh out loud.

Right at this moment—

"Arthur!...Husband...you show up for me!!"

Veronica stood on the deck of the magic ship, and a loud voice shouted out. She, who was unable to act to protect Sakareas III, could only watch her sister be humiliated unwillingly. At this time, she has no choice but to trust her husband, call out, and if you hear it, show up to her! ~!

"Don't be so loud, it makes people blush..."

After Veronica's voice, Feng Yuchen appeared in the arena, and looked helplessly at Veronica who was shouting. Didn't this special meow tell everyone about their relationship? Khan, it's really worth it It was something that Iron-Blooded Valkyrie could do.

rustle!!

Before Feng Yuchen complained, tentacles attacked him one by one.

"Tch, that disgusting thing...let's end the battle in an instant..."

Feng Yuchen's eyes suddenly became stern, and the infinite holy light strongly radiated from his body——

"i-am-the--of-my--. As the sword-bone.

l-is-my-, and--is-my-. Man of steel, blood of flame.

i-have-d-over-a--blades. Created with a thousand blades by hand, it has gone through hundreds of battles.

wn--death. None lost. "

Following the rapid humming of a series of mantras, the whole world seemed to be responding. A stream of sacred flames stretched out from Feng Yuchen's feet, and then wrapped the entire arena. The hilts of the swords were made of angel feathers. The sword of the Archangel appeared in the void.

One...ten...hundreds...thousands...

Countless swords stand in this space.

"Bear the king's wrath and punishment—the punishment of the holy heaven, the infinite holy sword storm!"

The archangel rushed towards the demonized Oscar and Tristan without going crazy.

"What... what, the hell! How can there be such magic?"

The demonized Oscar did not expect that at such a short time, Feng Yuchen would create such a big momentum, and this space seemed to be frozen, and those condensed swords seemed to be endless...

"Recall your true colors. The sword cuts the body, the heart cuts the soul, and the holy sword cuts only evil!"

Feng Yuchen couldn't help feeling a little bit sympathetic to Oscar, being toyed by everyone, and self-righteously thinking that she could become King Shepron, she really is a woman with big breasts and no brains.

In an instant, countless swords wrapped Oscar and Tristan, the dark crystals on their foreheads shattered instantly, and the demonized blackness gradually disappeared, but the holy sword that penetrated their bodies did not give them any hope. caused damage.

"what!"

Sylvia lost the shackles of the tentacles, fell from the sky, and was hugged by Feng Yuchen. (to be continued)

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