The audience gathered at the foot of the mountain, each of them was a powerful "transcendent" in the real world, but at this time, they could only open their eyes wide, looking at the axe shadow that suddenly appeared and disappeared, and the shadow that instantly killed the two "legendary" existences.

The source, in front of the smooth, huge black stone, the pale-skinned middle-aged man in an old-time tuxedo and bow tie, ignored all the transcendents in the field, first nodded at "Ludwig", and then looked at the three "immortal fathers", revealing a gentle smile.

Then, his figure began to slowly disperse.

In the void of this black mountain, it seems that his aphorism is still echoing:

"Justice, never absent?"

"Is that the adult?"

Not far from Tang Qi's side, the female transcendent who had given birth to an "evil baby" because of the pollution didn't even have time to swallow the healing elixir, and watched the shadow disperse in disbelief and muttered.

The rest of the Eagle's Nest Society, including the two senior deacons, nodded in affirmation.

At this moment, a name appeared in the minds of all the transcendents.

"Holy Axe!"

"Lord Justice Lincoln!"

Among the Twelve Saints, the most powerful candidates were the Saint Confessor Martin Sims. But when it comes to fame and prestige among the populace, the most likely contenders are the last to join the ranks of the "saints", the most recognized of which is Justice Lincoln the Axe.

Although his "death" is full of suspense, his funeral was witnessed by the people of the whole Federation.

Now, back from the dead?

"To be exact, it is a projection left by His Excellency in advance, everyone knows that he is an excellent friend of His Excellency Simus the Holy Confessor, if all this is arranged by His Excellency Sims, maybe we will not only meet His Excellency the Holy Axe, but also other ......"

"Saints!"

As soon as the senior deacon wearing the monkey mask finished speaking, the crow mask deacon beside him said.

At the same moment, the rest of the audience reacted in the same way.

Obviously, they all realized that these things in front of them might be expected by the "Holy Confessor", so the Holy One also arranged for the latter to clear the way for his next-generation disciple "Ludwig".

On the mysterious side, as long as the transcendent who knows a little bit of common sense, knows that Martin Sims's popularity is extremely terrifying.

Almost all of the Twelve Saints were his friends, and a few of them, even if they were not friends with Sims, respected His Excellency the Confessor, who lived in the "way of the flesh."

The saints are all at least 'demigod-level' existences, and seeing them make a move, even if it's just a projection, is enough to make people excited.

Of course, most of the order camp thinks so, but the chaos and evil camp have ugly faces at this time.

And at this time, while the audience was in a stupor, and the legends stopped at the same moment, the second rotten head appeared again, and he emerged from Ludwig's shoulder, rolled his flesh, and wandered behind the ascetic, facing the legends.

He let out a piercing sneer and an irritating taunt.

"I have been reminded that the foolish Luther is the heir chosen by Simms, and you dogs will not be able to hurt him, nor will you be able to get past him and snatch the thorn suit. ”

"Isn't it very angry, the crown of thorns and the cloak of thorns are real, powerful strange things containing divinity, even if an ordinary person wears it, he can become a 'sage' level powerhouse, even my old man is tempted. ”

"The god costume is right in front of you, you can only see it but you can't take it, the only guy who can take it, now it's like a snail crawling, the more you look at it, the more angry you are. ”

This chattering "chatterbox" mockery seems to have finally had a little effect.

Tang Qi could also feel it from a long distance, and the aura of the legends had some fluctuations.

Of these, the most drastic came from three organizations.

Ancient Mystery Library!

Mum Sanatorium!

Church of Light!

The first two were because of the projection of the Holy Axe, and they directly hacked to death a legend of them.

The Mum Sanatorium is a veritable evil organization of madmen and psychopaths.

However, the "Ancient Mystery Vault", which has always flaunted the neutral camp of order, is now recognized as a "Sage" who hacked to death a legendary-level agent, and after the death of the crystal, it was the turn of a legendary-level agent wearing a white bone mask, and the whole person exuded an extremely cold and strong killing intent.

As for the last Church of Light, it is easier to understand, even in the church where "divine objects" are everywhere, the Thorn Set is an absolute top-level wonder.

One of the treasures that should have been at the bottom of the church's chest is now in the hands of a nobody.

For a while, the entire black mountain peak fell into a strange atmosphere.

At the foot of the mountain, the audience watched with bated breath, while the legends stopped at the same time, and their eyes crossed the "Ludwig" again, staring at the huge, towering "Black Stone Steps" ahead.

thoughts, very consistent.

Who will be the next "sage"?

The only one who didn't care was Ludwig.

He was still like a dry corpse, staggering, exuding a pious and ascetic atmosphere, and he climbed the black stone steps step by step, and walked firmly to the top of the mountain, to the seat where the "thorn suit" was placed.

In the eyes of everyone, it seems that under the "Pura force field" that suppresses everything, a flame of life is burning.

"Which organization will be next?"

In Tang Qi's heart, this thought was extremely certain.

He stared at the legendary figure shrouded in clouds of "paint" and "ghostly light", and they followed closely behind Ludwig.

"The reputation of the Twelve Saints, it is not difficult to scare off ordinary transcendents or mysterious forces, but at this moment, it is the Corrupt Head, the Immortal Council, and the Mystic Deformity Show that are gathered here, even if the real saints are resurrected, they dare to take action, let alone just a projection?"

As his thoughts flickered, Tang Qi blinked.

Above, Ludwig, who was climbing, slipped his hands and fell straight from a high place to the bottom of the steps.

At this moment, around him, the blue starlight formed a small universe, wrapped in Ludwig, constantly falling, but there was no end at all, the incomparably pleasant wind chimes, fluttering feathers, directly sounded in the depths of the soul "murmur", and at the same time swept this black mountain.

The audience lowered their heads one after another and fell into a deep, incomparably peaceful "sleep".

"...... being eroded by Oneiroi"

When this fragment of information exploded in Tang Qi's mind, he had already woken up in advance.

Almost at the same time, the legends also woke up.

Time lasts...... Half a second?

No, even shorter.

If there is no "intervention", this is enough time for a legendary "Dream Master" to take Ludwig away.

Coming out of the storm, an old man with sparse white hair, dressed in a floor-sweeping blue robe, with a kind and gentle face, and sparse white hair, he wore a special hat stained with bright, colorful feathers, as if the feathers of all living beings in the world appeared on it.

Everywhere he passed, the stars covered the ground and the wind chimes rang.

When a soft breeze blew, the old man and Ludwig, at the same time, turned into blue starlight, twinkling, about to break out of the "Pull" field and enter the dream palace that appeared beyond the mountain peak.

But at this moment, on the huge steps that made Ludwig fall, another phantom appeared in the black stone as smooth as a mirror.

It's a lady!

She wore a long snow-white dress, a crown of ice and snow, her long hair fell down to her ankles, she had elf-like features, she was glowing, holy, natural, and ashamed of all evil.

In the field, no one could look at her.

As her phantom slowly walked out, everything on the black mountain peak froze.

She looked at the "Oneiroi Palace", and the ancient, mystical language came out of her mouth, and in an instant, everyone's hearts felt a soft, peaceful light shine down.

"The power of dreams should not fall into the hands of evil. ”

With the sound of elven words, the light that illuminates everything completely erupts.

There was no wailing, no screaming.

In the frozen world, another breeze blows, and there is the sound of running water, the chirping of birds, the whispering of trees, and the chanting of elves...... When everything returned to normal, the people could no longer see the dream palace wrapped in a colorful grid.

The "kind" legendary dreamer, he was like a baby at the moment, curled up in the void, the corners of his mouth hooked a faint smile, as if he was dreaming a beautiful dream, with a slight snoring, the old man's body turned into white points of light, dissipating in the breeze.

Not far away, on the cold black stone, Ludwig slowly woke up.

He was originally like a "dry corpse", but at this moment, he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin and flesh became full and ruddy, his movements became light, and the dead silence and decay were replaced by the agile breath of life.

The only thing that hasn't changed is his state of immersion.

He subconsciously stretched, and then continued to climb the huge steps.

At his shoulder, a bright red "sarcoma" swelled silently.

With a pop, a second rot head emerged from it again.

He seemed to smell a very nasty smell, squinted his rotten eyes slightly, and muttered in a voice that everyone could hear:

"I knew the gossip from those guys in the Eternal Council was right, Frita, a hard-mouthed little bitch...... Sure enough, he has a leg with Sims, an old man, no wonder he can't look down on the most handsome William Sid, it's really disgusting and sour. ”

As soon as this foul language, which contained extremely rich information, came out, everyone's minds, and the same memory information churned.

The figure that was so holy that no one could look at it gradually coincided with a "sage" in history and legend.

"In the Dark Age, he saved countless civilians and signed a peace contract with humans on behalf of the elves. ”

"One of the Twelve Saints, the great, holy elven princess 'Frita'. ”