Infinite Death Legend

Esdeath was completely stunned on the spot. The short blade she was holding tightly fell from her hand quietly, but she was not aware of it. She just stared blankly at the figure standing straight in front of her, and punched her This is the first time she has seen a super dangerous person

『Okay, so awesome!!!! 』

Other than these three words, Esdeath didn't know what to use to describe the scene before her. The figure of the man in front of her was so deeply imprinted in her heart, even though she didn't know his name yet. , she doesn’t know who he is, but this doesn’t prevent her from remembering him.…………She knew that from today on, she might never forget the person in front of her.

One punch blasts the super dangerous species that lives deep in the snowy mountains on the northern border.——『Snow Wolf Fenrir』!

This kind of thing may seem amazing to other people, but in Roland's opinion, it's just a matter of punching, and it's not that amazing at all. He turned around without changing his expression and looked down at the man in front of him. A little girl with blue hair and blue eyes.

Her eyes were clear.

She had just witnessed that scene, but there was no fear in her eyes.

Some are just clear, so clear that it’s chilling! It seems as if he has long been accustomed to and familiar with fighting and killing.…………Such a person can only be a natural hunter. What kind of girl is this? How old is she?

Are such monsters cultivated by the Baluts, a fighting nation?

Roland, the god of death who never cared about anything, actually looked forward to this girl's future growth at this moment!

Esdeath was not afraid of Roland at all. The scene when Roland blasted the super dangerous creature with one punch made Esdeath's favorability towards him skyrocket. The strong is respected, this is her survival philosophy, and Roland's power was clearly evident at that moment. Esdeath was not afraid of strong men at all, but was just happy to see them.

"Big brother, who are you? That punch just now was really powerful!! Even more powerful than my father!!!!!"

She seemed to turn into a carefree little girl at this moment. She ran forward quickly and grabbed Roland's right fist that had just blasted Snow Wolf Fenrir with one blow. She opened her eyes wide and moved up and down and left and right. After looking at it carefully, Esdeath was thinking, why is this fist that is bigger than hers so powerful, and what is the mystery behind it?…………

Hearing this voice, Roland was stunned. He let Esdeath grab his right hand and move it around. He didn't react for a while. After hesitating for a while, he was sure that the girl in front of him meant what he said. He was very surprised by what he said. As the Death God of the Empire, he had always been awe-inspiring. No one except Rena had ever been so close to him.

He is the god of death in the empire. When everyone sees him, they immediately take a detour. They don't even dare to look at him. Everyone is afraid of him. No one dares to approach or talk about him, because everyone is afraid, afraid. Roland, the god of death, will go to their house one night to harvest lives. Roland, the god of death, is synonymous with terror in the empire.…………There is no one who is not afraid of him.

And it was precisely because of this that Roland was not angry at the girl in front of him who was approaching him. Instead, he was a little happy. He even felt in a trance, fearing that this phenomenon was an illusion and that he was letting it go. After Esdeath waved his right hand randomly for a while, he was sure that this was not an illusion, but reality.

The cold wind blowing from the top of the snow-capped mountain made Roland shudder subconsciously, and he immediately came back to his senses. He calmly withdrew his right hand from Esdeath's hands without changing his expression - —Still looking at her with a cold face

"Did you just say that you are the daughter of the leader of the Baluts tribe? So what's your name?"

Roland's voice is very cold, even colder than the temperature on this snow-capped mountain. Ordinary people will immediately feel the cold that penetrates into their bones when they hear it. If it is the officials of the imperial capital, then I am afraid they will all fall to the ground. The last moment he was motionless may be because the girl was so close to him just now, which made him want to be gentler to the girl, but he never knew how to be gentle.

But Esdeath was obviously not attracted by Roland's ice-cold Frightened by the even colder voice, he quickly walked forward and grabbed Roland's right hand again and put it on his face. Feeling the warmth from his palm, a smile appeared on his face.

"My name is Esdeath, big brother, you can just call me Xiao Ai! My father also called me that.…………By the way, big brother, what was that move you just made? I also want to learn, can you?…………Can you teach me?"

乀~~~乀~~~——!!!!!!!!!!

However, at this moment, a sharp and loud whistle suddenly came from down the mountain. Esdeath's face changed immediately when she heard it. This was her father's whistle, and he only used it when he wanted to see her for something important. It sounds like she must go down the mountain immediately.

After letting go of Roland's right hand, his face showed an expression of apology and reluctance.

"Sorry, Father is calling me with his whistle. There must be something urgent. I have to go down the mountain right away!"

After saying the above words, Esdeath immediately turned around and ran down the mountain, but when she was halfway through, she immediately ran back, and then took off the hat she was wearing on her head that was engraved with the fighting nation - —The black turban with the emblem of the Baluts

"This is for you, please remember me, big brother——"

Without giving Roland any chance to refute, he directly put his turban into his hand, and then Esdeath smiled and waved to him while quickly running down the mountain, while Roland looked at his hand at this time. The black headscarf was in a daze.

First, he let go, intending to let the black scarf float away in the wind.

But just as the black scarf was about to float away, he immediately held it tightly.

This was repeated several times, and finally -

Roland's right hand suddenly grasped the black scarf with a hollow cross in the center tightly in his hand.