"Indeed, but as long as all the 'foreign matter' except me is removed......

The boy narrowed his eyes and replied in a lengthened voice, the gaze revealed in his dark eyes was meaningful.

"I've got endless time to take the world under my control, don't I?"

"Really? I look forward to fighting you, my son. ”

The smile on Wang Hao's face remained unchanged, and he asked seemingly respectfully:

"Don't you think that a monster can't kill another monster, so why are you expecting me to kill you?"

"Hmph, monsters can never kill monsters. ”

Not wanting to say anything more, the Count turned his back to Wang Hao, and the cloak fluttered behind him.

"But you're not a monster......"

The soft and ethereal voice was mixed with the wails of thousands of undead, but it was accurately captured by Wang Hao. The boy chuckled silently and turned to turn against the King of Monsters.

Accardo had already drawn his sword and slaughtered his former subjects, and in a few steps, Wang Yu had moved to an area far away from the King of Monsters. Both he and the Count knew that only after killing all these 11,424,867 monsters would the moment of decisive battle between the Immortal Monarch and the Immortal King.

Whether it's the paranoid perfectionist Wang Hui or the accardo, who wants to give himself a grand ending, their pride will not allow a flawed duel to end this war.

"So, let's get started. ”

did not take action to slaughter the hesitant undead, the young man spread out the dragon power, covering the thousands of miles with himself as the center. Under the majesty of the monarch, the undead involuntarily knelt down and surrendered, and without wisdom, they shrank and trembled to worship the immortal monarch standing in the center, waiting for judgment.

Wang Hao closed his black eyes, and the pitch-black ice mist rose from his body, forming a fluctuating fog ring that spread softly and silently, and the cloud-like black mist swept over the undead who were shocked by the dragon's might, countless bodies were frozen by the black ice, and the branch-like ice crystals pierced the corpses and spread, growing, and blooming countless sharp and beautiful flowers.

Within a thousand miles, the human-tall ice crystal flowers spread all over the mountains, Wang Yuping raised his right hand, the red light bloomed in the palm of his hand, and the red crystal heart was summoned. The boy reached out and stroked an ice flower beside him, and the severed index finger stopped above the crystal heart, and the bright red and luscious blood slowly fell from the wound, dripping on the suspended stone heart.

The black-red light was magnificent, and Wang Yu smiled and slowly raised the stone core, letting it float out of his control. As the stone core rose, the light became more and more intense, and even Wang Yu could only see the sun-like light, and the stone core in it was impossible to identify at all.

Oh, the black-red light dimmed, and the girl with the wings of the dry bone crystal slowly fell from the sky with her eyes closed, her beautiful and tranquil face and pure and noble temperament made her as dazzling as an angel who came into the world.

The boy smiled and stretched out his arms to gently embrace the angelic demon, and the contract crest on his forehead disappeared several times before finally dimming.

The girl's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes. The scarlet bright eyes swept over Wang Hao's smiling face, and the familiar breath made her show a coquettish smile, the girl rubbed Wang Hao's chest in a daze, and her white and tender little hands rubbed her eyes reluctantly, and yawned lazily.

Wang Yu didn't urge her, just smiled and stared at the charming and charming girl inadvertently, and the doting and gentleness in her black eyes could almost flow out.

Flandore hugged Wang Yu with satisfaction, and reluctantly left his arms. She glanced at the pitch-black ice crystal flowers around her, and smiled brightly.

"That's a big deal, big brother. ”

Wang Yu rubbed the girl's head, looked greedily at the smile that seemed to brighten up the imaginary world, and said softly:

"My princess has come, how can she not make the scene a little more gorgeous?"

"Hey~"

The girl turned her back and tilted her head and laughed happily.

"So, beautiful girl, it's not just me who has that honor...... What about dancing with you?"

Wang Wei bowed, put his left hand behind his back and stretched out his right hand, and looked at Flandore expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"Big brother, you know that I can't refuse any of your requests. ”

Flandrew frowned in feigned dissatisfaction, but then it changed to an innocent smile. She gently put her white little hand on Wang Hao's big hand and clenched it hard.

"My pleasure. ”

The cold touch of his skin made Wang Hao couldn't help but smile, he straightened up, the huge and hideous wings behind him suddenly stretched, and whispered to Flandoro in high spirits.

“Sa，girl，let‘s－dance.”

Wang Hao stomped his foot slightly, and the ice crystal flower within a thousand miles shattered, turning into countless sharp arrows and bursting away, slaughtering the surrounding undead. The figure of the boy and girl gradually faded, and appeared in the very center of another chaotic battle.

I don't know when the vermilion bow that appeared in Wang Hao's hand was handed to a zombie behind her by the young man rubbing Flandro's ear, and Flandorew's movements were almost the reflection of Wang Hao, Zhu Gong and Levatin each pierced the heads of two undead at the same time, and Wang Yu pulled his arm horizontally and cut off half of the undead's head. He and Flandorow began to spin, and both of them stretched out their weapons, blood and severed limbs scattered in all directions, and the steps under their feet like meat grinders did not seem panicked and hurried, but orderly. They were doing the same action like a mirror image, extreme tacit understanding and unconditional trust made the weapon in their hands never hesitate, synchronized with Wang Hui's battle instinct Flandoro and Wang Duru with Flandro's combat experience, no need to say words or even understand the other party's intentions, while dancing under their feet, the weapon in their hands naturally made the best choice.

This seamless and fluid combination is almost like art, and both Wang and Flandrew are immersed in it. In a trance, they forgot the passage of time, forgot their goals, and just subconsciously hugged and danced with each other.

Twenty-one thousand four hundred and twenty-four thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven undead were rapidly reduced before they knew it, and the corpses and blood were piled up in layers, forming the earth and the sea. Boys and girls dance selflessly in the sea of corpses and blood, and when the blood is about to fall on them, they are dodged by graceful dance steps, and there are endless corpses under their feet, while the dancers who trample on them are still as glamorous as if they were participating in a ball among nobles.

Until there was no familiar obstruction on the stabbed Zhu Gong and Levatin, the concussion of the gold and iron striking interrupted the crazy dance.