Splited King

...Take the winnings: an adequate world in your pocket, sir! Don't wait for a king who is ready to tear his guts out for him: there are no such madmen...

- excerpt from the Splited King, volume 7, The Ritual of the Fourteen

Residents were going to buy pae, talk, or relax on the village square-it's a pity. Very sorry…

"I beg you, don't kill me! the tiny girl fell to her knees. Such a person simply will not be able to escape, other residents were lucky to hide."

"Hmm, why would I? I'm sorry, this old lady's heart has long been petrified," the old woman raised her boot.

The girl squeezed her eyes shut.

There was silence in the nearest houses.

Bang! The stone hit the crone in the temple, fell and darkened, absorbing the deadly poison.

"Aborash! Who is so brainy that he decided to throw a stone?!"

The impudent person who committed a humiliating act was not visible, which infuriated the old woman Fimzha more. "I'll tear you to pieces, scatter your bones all over the square of a run-down village!"

The girl took advantage of the old woman's confusion and tried to run away.

"Fie! Naive!"

After the word, something cold and terrible flew to the girl. My back was covered with a cold sweat.

[ Mom! Sister! It looks like Alma will not be able to return home! And?! ]

The dark clot did not reach the target: it was cut.

The old woman smiled wryly. [ Finally! Came out. And he's nicer than they described. Fi-fi-fi. ]

"Hey, aborash! Getting a stone on the temple is not the most pleasant impression, you know!" in fact, the shadow defense absorbed all the damage to the remainder. "I, the Incomparable Lady of Darkness Fimzha, demand compensation in the form of someone's white and fluffy head."

Alma turned around. [ Oh, really, white and fluffy. The head is like that of the Samon guards. ] The girl's heart began to pound.

"Wake up and get out of here!" the savior barked.

"Y-yes, of course!"

"She won't run away dead!" Fimzha launched a clot of darkness. Three times more than before. Forty times faster.

[ El-ludas! I can't cut this one anymore. ]

The savior took himself and the girl away from the attack, but the clot changed its trajectory. Then the blond man pulled a similar trick again.

"No matter how much you try, he's not..."

the white savior disappeared into thin air. Only the girl remained, who was carried away to the side by an invisible force. The clot continued to fly along the same trajectory-straight to Fimzha.

The old woman chuckled and launched another clot. Both clots merged into one huge one. The darkness flew to the girl.

"I beg you, save me!"

[ El-ludas! That's el-ludas! The clot of darkness is too fast! If I pick her up, I will actually become a target.

But if I don't interfere, this girl will die! ]

The guy quickly made a decision and rushed to help.

The invisibility was lowered so as not to load the pae.

[ Fi-fi-fi! The characters are so predictable! They are ready to risk their lives for the sake of beauties in trouble. Fi-fi-fi. Choosing such a gentle creature as a bait is definitely a thoughtful move on my part!

I wonder if the customer will take your cold corpse for himself? You know, I don't want to lose such a fluffy and soft pillow. Fi-fi-fi! ]

The guy rolled over and almost died.

"Mommies!" Alma tightly clung to the savior's clothes. "I don't want to die!"

The white savior darted between the buildings. The black death was licking his heels. Don't run away. Don't hide.

Chuckling, Fimzha sent the second and third clots.

The guy stepped on the ground, and there were tar snakes lurking there. They hugged and squeezed their shins tightly.

"How do you like it? I've been preparing Black Vipers since the moment you decided to expose yourself. Goodbye, dear boy! Goodbye, too, you vulgar girl!"

The guy's face turned gray before the black clots exploded.

"Fi-fi-fi! Triple fi! Fimzha stood on tiptoe and showed three fingers on each hand.

The pleasure of destroying young and beautiful people made the old woman truly insane.

The black veil on her body was covered with holes. The old defense has weakened a hundred times. "My trump combination literally melts my pae of Blackness!

Wow! But on the other hand, a hundred red primordial crystals are in your pocket, you just need to bring the dead man to the customer!

But before that, I just have to take a closer look at that boy's hair, because this is the first time I have seen such tender curls in men."

"Wait, where's the kid? There's only his legs! the old woman turned pale, but there was nothing she could do."

Legless jump. Wave! The shadow veil was torn, and Fimzhi's hand fell.

"You vile little lame aborash!"

The blade touched her throat: the old woman fell silent. The blond man was leaning on her back like a spider ready to squirt stomach juice.

"Who is the customer? I am not known for cruelty, so I will spare your life, even though such a sinful cultivator deserves mercy the least."

"I have to admit, you're a desperate guy. I wouldn't have been able to give up my legs so quickly… And even more so to attack after this stealthily. Please don't kill me, little ranon! I'll pay you!"

"The name of the customer!" the guy barked loudly.

"Geshul! Geshul from the Garo family!" Fimzha began to cry.

[ My hand! My precious hand! Well, nothing! Geshul is one of the most vicious people. And the sucker who cut off my hand is not a tenant!

Come on! Give in to the thirst for revenge, go and die in the hands of Geshul, you little aborash!

Oh, it's just a pity that I will die from the blade of a young keon. Fi-fi, any darkness will be replaced by light, any light will be swallowed up by darkness. Nothing is permanent, except for the inextricable rebirth of the black into... ] the killer fainted due to heavy blood loss.

The guy managed to jump off, simultaneously decapitating the sinner on the fly.

[ I'm sorry, but leaving potential enemies alive... I've already burned on this before. ]

The blonde landed on a skinny seat. The Pae of Invisibility and Speed vibrated after a long time of use. The situation was complicated by black dots that destroyed the pae of Life.

[ A clever poison, very clever. ]

The blond man took a medicinal powder. This only delayed the effect of the poison.

The blackened Alma lay with bulging eyes. The emotion on the frozen face expressed posthumous surprise.

The blonde guy sighed.

[ Romulus Duum, oh, Romulus Duum. Being the king for so many years, you have learned to find the most optimal solutions faster than a seasoned butcher slaughters sheep. Bravo, Duum! Bravo! ]