"They are all dead to desire, and they must also die to desire. Otherwise the catastrophe in this country will not stop and the world will ......"

Burst!

Before Carl could finish his words, Yan Ling, who was panting in his nostrils, swung his fist straight at the right side of Carl's face.

"You didn't understand the essence of Long Qing. Karl wiped the blood from near his nostrils and squinted his eyes as if he were looking at a mad beast.

"What is the essence? Is the death of so many Imperial soldiers the essence?" Yan Ling roared, swinging his fist again.

Carl knew very well in his heart that most of the anger in front of Yan Ling was from the heart, and it was not mixed with unnecessary entanglements of interests, which also made him unable to regard Yan Ling as an enemy for the time being.

"The collaboration of darkness, coexist with me. Karl silently recited the incantation he had been accustomed to for many years, closed his eyes lightly, and did not choose to dodge.

Originally, Yan Ling thought that his fist would hit Carl's face again in anger, to relieve the anger that had risen in his heart at this time.

But he was wrong.

When his fist seemed to be less than a centimeter away from Carl's face, a black shadow flashed from his eyes.

Because of inertia, when his fists could not stop, he just passed through a cloud of dark smoke, staggered, and almost sat on the ground.

This is the magic source power that belongs to the darkness.

"Do you know how they died? Karl asked, standing back in his previous position.

"I don't want to hear it, and I don't want you to explain it. The people who come here have no purpose of their own, you are not noble, starting with the fact that you were stained with the blood of the soldiers of the Empire. Yan Ling did not answer, but scolded sharply.

After a simple attack, the two men switched places, but did not exchange their identities and emotions.

Zhou Zhifeng, who was standing aside and quietly watching this wonderful game, was not so anxious.

Yan Ling, a high-ranking officer of the Empire, is familiar with the demonic power of flames and has physical qualities beyond those of ordinary soldiers. In a one-on-one fight, without the threat of firearms, Zhou Zhifeng would not have any advantage.

And Carl, the Imperial Dark Demon Source Master, the power of the wind exerts at most half of its power in front of the darkness, and he has no extra chance of winning one-on-one.

The three-way melee, like the brief Three Kingdoms period fifty years after the founding of the empire, is obviously not the best solution for Zhou Zhifeng in such a situation, and if the purpose of each is now calculated as a mathematical problem, the difficulty of solving it will be reduced by one point by one less unknown variable.

Even though he had firmly mastered the sword and armor of the ancient Wind Nation, watching the fire from the other side was one of the ancient wisdom of the Empire.

Zhou Zhifeng pondered the situation, and his ears heard Carl's immature voice in this empty palace again:

"If your men hadn't cared about the foolishness that ancient treasures were buried in the Lost City, they wouldn't have killed each other out of desire. In your eyes, the strength of the Empire, the steadfastness of the Imperial soldiers, and the prosperity of the Empire's economy are nothing more than an illusion brought to you by a bunch of useless reports. In fact, the country is already crumbling. I don't think you want to admit the fact that if the empire is thriving and the army is extremely strong, how can the emperor choose to restart the dragons in exchange for power?"

"This is not true, no wealth will shake the hearts of the soldiers of the Empire, and no danger will shake the solid foundation of the Empire, this is the truth. Yan Ling retorted with some confusion.

"Facts? What you see must be the truth, is what you hear necessarily correct?" said Karl, striding forward slowly, and it seemed to him that Yan Ling's heart, which was not very firm in itself, seemed to waver slightly.

"No, it's darkness, it must have bewitched them. ”

"Although I am a collaborator of darkness, I do not use darkness to confuse Imperial soldiers. You should recall that resisting the temptation of magic itself is one of the introductory courses for Imperial soldiers, and of course, you are not taught how to resist the temptation of money and wealth. Karl continued, also gathering the remaining dark demon source power in his body to guard against a possible crazy attack by the Flame Order.

"Impossible!" Yan Ling retorted, gasping for air, his eyes shifting back and forth between loss, disappointment, confusion, struggle, and madness.

"What do you think? That's why I made up my mind to rebel against Your Majesty. On the fighter plane, during this half-day sleep, my mind was not missing, and I did not lose my mind to the illusion brought by dreams. I've just been wondering if this emperor is really hopeless, and if he really deserves my protection to help him stop the disaster. But the ice and snow wasteland that was spied into from Ye Mingyuan's mind and mouth never stopped, and the punishment that the Lord would bring about could not be avoided. Even the darkness caused by the dragons cannot be dissipated. I have figured it out, only by destroying Longqing, who brought all this, and eliminating the little emperor from the world, will I return to the side of peace in the future. At the very least, there will still be peace in the Flame Empire. ”

As Carl spoke, he walked with steady steps in his boots, and his body had already come behind Yan Ling, who was holding his head almost crazy.

From the fierce battle in the air with the people of the Luo family, to the cruel game with the Lord of the Dragon, to being hijacked by Zhou Zhifeng all the way, and finally lost in the dark space on the edge of the palace of the Lost City.

His optimistic and determined heart is being brutally destroyed and swallowed up by reality.

Fortunately, now, Carl finally became the last straw that broke him.

He was like the boulder near the cliff, and with a gentle push of one hand, he would fall into the abyss and be swallowed up by the darkness.

"Impossible! impossible! impossible!" Yan Ling whispered almost frantically.

But Carl behind him had already poured out the dark demonic source power, and his dark eyes were wide open, peeking into his complicated heart.

"Red, it's aggressive. Even so, as a soldier of the Empire, you still have to avenge your soldiers. Blue, melancholy, hesitant, you don't know where to go next. And, black!" Carl seemed a little surprised, he had only heard of the color in the little emotional reading he had done.

"Does this represent desire? Yes, the legend of the wealth of the Lost City has been on this continent for a long time. But those who pursue the truth don't need that. All the weapons of war, all the money that arouses people's desires, are the lowly products of dung, and only by burying them deep here can all evil be annihilated, isn't it?" Karl smiled bitterly, and slowly placed his right hand, with a trace of black smoke, on the back of Yan Ling's head.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm. ”

Yan Ling's mouth was wide open to curse or complain about something, and his hands struggled forward, trying to grasp something.

But his body seemed to be bound by transparent silk threads, and he was not able to move a single bit, nor could he express anything, only a trace of tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, which seemed to confirm his pain.

"In addition to assisting in snooping, the ability of the Imperial Artifact Dark Star also has restraints. If you don't want to put up with it, go to sleep. When you wake up again, there will be no more troubles and no wars in this world. She'll also have the Flame Empire, and you're still a general of the Empire. So now, go to sleep and forget everything. And, of course, your desires. ”

Karl said lightly, holding the stone-like holy weapon in his left hand against the back of Yan Ling's head, surging with the last magic source power to deal with Yan Ling.

"Ahh ”

After two dry struggles, Yan Ling felt an unprecedented exhaustion, as well as intense sleepiness.

It was as if he had seen the wide river flowing in the empire and listened to the Western-style piano played by the imperial virtuoso Furo.

It was as if all the battles were gone, and all that was in front of us was a dream of silence and peace.

He went to sleep.

"As much as I wish you never woke up, my strength is not capable of doing that. Now, I have an even tougher enemy in front of me. Only if the two of you give up your inner desires, everything about me can be considered a success. ”

After slowly lowering Yan Ling's sleeping body, Karl held the Dark Star in one hand to guard against Zhou Zhifeng's sudden attack, while the other hand rummaged through Yan Ling's clothes pocket.

"Are you looking for this?" Zhou Zhifeng couldn't stand it anymore, and after a mocking tone, he took out the Dragon Realm Stone that Yan Ling was carrying from his arms and presented it in front of Carl.

"Dragon Realm Stone!" Carl was surprised, stopped rummaging, and stared at Zhou Zhifeng with a frown: "Such an important thing, how could Yan Ling be in your hands." ”

Of course, he didn't take the initiative to give it, only the threat of the fire gun made him give in briefly. Zhou Zhifeng smiled, put the Dragon Realm Stone back in his arms, clenched the sword, and put on a fighting posture.

"What? Do you want to open the Dragon Realm too? Or is it just for the sake of desire, you want to destroy me? Carl sneered deliberately, smiling on the surface, but his brain was also thinking about the details of the next battle.

"Monsters, aren't you too? Otherwise, you'll summon so many disgusting bugs? If I'm not mistaken, those soldiers' weird, disgusting wounds can't escape your dark demonic power. If it weren't for the acid and the weird slime that cruelly prevented the wound from healing, you would have to get rid of the last few of them if you wanted to kill so many Imperial soldiers in one person, relying on infighting. We are just one type of people. Zhou Zhifeng smiled fiercely and took two steps forward, showing his strength and fearlessness.

"You seem to know something terrible," Carl's expression also changed from firmness and indifference in the face of Yan Ling, to a hideousness similar to Zhou Zhifeng, and a weirdness that seemed to be shrouded in desire, and continued: "I originally thought that an obsession was just a monster at most, but I didn't expect that you have experienced the baptism of human society, and you have become more and more like a real person. Why? Don't you notice?"

"Perceive what?"

"You're not human, hahaha. ”

Karl's weird laughter, mixed with mockery and disdain, seemed to sting a piece of pain in Zhou's ancient memory. Under the interweaving of emotions and desires, his madness briefly replaced reason.

After taking a short deep breath for a second, Zhou Zhifeng struck straight at Carl's heart with a bright sword that emitted green light.

"Dark Collaborator, I can't fool you. Karl smiled bitterly, and a long knife formed by the dark demonic power that surged all over his body also rushed towards Zhou Zhifeng's sword.