The six sages looked at Normansas as they disappeared in the darkness, and Artush, who was sitting on the side, was the first to stand up and refute him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"If you do the math this way, there is another purpose of the game, which is to protect the weak warriors from losing their lives on the first layer and thus making them unable to pass the game, but now, Archie Cawaron has killed so many people directly in the game! This will make him not even eligible for the competition! ”

Normansas stared at Artush's silver-white armor, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he pursed his lips slightly, and he shouted, "But! Those dead weaklings are not at all enough to compare with Achkawlon! They deserve to die! ”

Lu stood up, the princess dress knocked her own chair over, but, ignoring the chair that fell to the side, she gently covered her chest, her green eyes full of life, stared at Norman Sass slowly, opened her pink lips, and said quickly in a hurried tone: "No, that kind of misinterpretation of the meaning of life itself is wrong!" While it is true that there are differences between people, in terms of the essence of life, no one deserves to die! Archie's life is not much higher than that of other children! Their lives are equal, and no matter who dies, someone will grieve for it! ”

It's because of this kind, naïve, and naïve idea that Lu is the weakest of all people.

After Lu finished speaking, Normansas stood up like an angry lion, shook his hand and swung a blood-colored whip at Lu's cheek, and at the same time opened his mouth and shouted, "Stop! Achkawloon is not something they can compare! ”

Normansas was not rude and savage, on the contrary, he was originally a kind old man with culture, but the death of Achkawloon made him lose his inner sanity.

Decades ago, on the day Archikavallon's older brother, Nafisque Yogo, was born, Normansas was still roaming the ground, learning about humans.

And more than ten years ago, on the day Normanthus returned to the dungeon, Archie Cavalon was born. For more than ten years, Archikawaron was brought up by Norman Sas. He was like, Archie's follower, walking behind the young Archikawloon. Since that year, there has often been a strange combination of old men and young children in the dungeon. Achkawloon is the only one with ties to Normansath.

Norman Sas, deeply in love with Achkawlon.

The moment he heard that Achkawlon had been killed and that he was going to attend the meeting of the sages himself, his soul collapsed. He would rather let Nafisk, who is better than Achkawloon, die, than lose his life and not be able to see the world.

Lu closed her turquoise eyes and let Normans's whip twitch her cheeks, she knew the pain of losing someone dealine. That kind of soul is torn apart, and the soul is in sharp pain.

However, the hot pain of the long whip on her cheeks did not spread on her cheeks.

Scanjameras's golden-armored hand gripped the flying whip tightly.

Just a moment, the long whip will hit Lu's cheek.

When Lu opened his eyes, he saw Liu, who was leaping up with one hand on the table.

Liu wielded the silver-white knife he drew from his waist and cut Normans' blood-colored whip through it as if it were shredding hair. Then he spun around and kicked hard into Normans' right shoulder.

Normanthus was half a step back by Liu Zhen, then stabilized his body, and looked at Liu with scarlet eyes.

Liu landed in front of Normans's eyes, slowly wiped the blade stained with a trace of blood, and then slowly put the silver-white long knife into the pitch-black scabbard wrapped in gray rags.

Liu's eyes were firmly fixed on Normans's blood-red eyes, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, the grass roots that had lost moisture were in his mouth, and his eyes showed indescribable persistence, he put on a serious face that was rare to see, and used his own cold tone: "Normans, no matter how angry you are, as a man, you can't just hit a woman." ”

Scankameras crumpled the blood whip that remained on his golden armor into pieces and took a step forward, a "click" sound between the armors. Skengjamelas and Liu stand side by side. He looked at Normansas with a flash of disdain in his eyes that made it even harder not to find out.

"Although Liu is not a good thing, I agree with him on this point." Skenjameras's tone was breathlessly royal.

Normans's distorted expression emerged, and he waved his bloody palms, chanting a demon song to bless himself.

Skengjameras's expression was slightly turbulent, he did not expect that a wise old man, Normans, would act like this.

Liu was already debauched, although the city was very deep, he often never thought about anything when he was about to fight, so he waved his palm and collided with Normans's bloody fist, and the sixfold lilac light was set on Liu's fist to resist the blood that swirled around Normans's palm.

Touch!

The two fists collided together, making a loud explosion, and the light emitted by the friction of the source spirit illuminated the dimly lit candlelit conference room.

Skemcarmeras was the first to flash between Liu and Normansas, knocking them back a step.

Artush's manipulator's spatial crack grabbed the corner of Liu's clothes, dragging him in front of his eyes.

Kizi jumped onto the table, his hands on the table, purple water streaks flowing out of his palms, down the legs to the floor, and then to Normans's feet, and then imprisoned the flow of time on Normans.

"Hey, hey, hey! Let me down, I'm going to beat that guy down! ”

Liu, who was dragged by Artush, waved the steel knife in his hand and wanted to rush towards Normansas, but Liu was dragged by Artush, and even if Liu struggled to break away from Artush's confinement, he would be immediately teleported aside by Artush.

Artush put the armor on his head into his weapon space, revealing a delicate face, a shield-shaped face, inexplicably fair skin, and lilac eyes inlaid under the short lilac hair on the top of his head.

He stretched out his hand, inserted it in his short purple hair, and looked helplessly at the nonsense Liu.

"Liu, how old are you, Anfendian."

Skengjameras turned his head to look at the helpless Artush, stretched out his right hand and pointed at Liu, who was caught by Artush, and said coldly with a very arrogant imperial color: "Although I don't want to defend a person like him who has been in an unreasonable state most of the time, I think this time, it is Norman Thas who is more wrong." ”

Qiqi sat on the table and folded his hands casually: "Everyone knows what you said~"

Artush covered his eyes with his hands, ignoring the others, meditating alone.

Suddenly.

Xiu left the main seat and strolled towards the marble pillars on the side.

The moment Xiu moved, the other six sages all stopped arguing and turned their heads to look at Xiu.

Xiu leaned against the cold marble column, closed his eyes, and felt the heat of the flickering candle flame on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Artush looked back at Xiu's face and let go of the grabbed Liu.

Xiu didn't speak, but a gentle old voice answered him.

"Look at yourselves, they are all a group of sages, and they are still so naïve. It's like this at every turn. “

It's like the voice of a child who is educating himself to be an inadequate, echoing in the room.

Kiqi removed the confinement of Normans, and when the time of Normansas began to flow, all the sages, including Xiu, looked at the open door.

Golden light shone on the faces of the sages, and in front of the door, a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

His body blocked the light.

His short silver-white hair and white beard with an exploding jaw fluttered slightly with the breeze blowing outside the window. His muscles were exposed, and although he looked seventy or eighty years old, he looked like a young man in his twenties, laughing heartily.

He moved half a step towards the stone pillar to the side, no longer preventing the golden sunlight from spilling into the hall.

"Look, the sun is shining on you, but it's very comfortable, so don't keep the door closed."

The sages' pupils condensed into lines, and their hearts turned into turbulent waves.

Then, after ending the shock in their hearts, the seven sages all bowed their heads silently.

The old man's kind face gradually became serious.

It's like, after comforting, the father who is about to reprimand the child.

He was Shutale Pondra.

The leader of the dungeon, the strongest man in the world.

Shutal walked to the throne, did not sit down, stood, looked at the sages in front of him, and raised his clenched right hand.

None of the sages made a sound.

Shutale, raise his fist high, and then, towards the table, swing his fist down.

Boom!

The moment the fist touched the tabletop, the table, like a fragile carapace, shattered.

The sages all took a step back slightly, and the whirlwind of boxing shook the sages' bodies.

The long table of the meeting was not an ordinary object, it was an existence that could not be broken even by cultivation, close to the existence of an artifact.

However, Shutal shattered him like garbage.

Shutaler's golden eyes shone brightly, he stared into Normans's increasingly clear eyes, clenched his thick fists tightly, and Shutaler raised his leg and kicked away the fragments of the table, walking towards Normans.

Placing his fist on Normans' chest, the Origin Spirit Ribbon wrapped around Shutale's body wrapped around Normans' body.

The ribbon cleansed Normans's mind and calmed him down.

Then, Shutal slapped his heavy fist on his chest, and the sound of a loud roar shook the ears of the sages!

"Normans, if you're angry, vent it! However, it is wrong to take a companion to vent! ”

"I'm sorry for the death of Achkawloon, but I also don't want anyone killed by Achekawalon to die!"

"Think about the families of those people, aren't they just like you now!"

"You can't just fall for this!"

"Because, you are a sage!"

Shuthaler's words shook the soul of Normans.

Norman Sath raised his head and looked at Shutale, he sighed helplessly and let out a low breath, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were always frozen.

"Perhaps...... It's because I'm so indulgent in Achkawloon, that's why I'm here. ”

Shutal didn't say anything more, he looked at this lonely old man quietly, and he felt that Normansas was more than a thousand years old at this moment.

Normansas walked to the door in confusion, looked at the sunlight shining in the windows in the hallway, turned his back to the people, and shed tears.

He said, "I'll go back first, and you guys decide the outcome." ”

Transfiguration dissipated the blood, and Normansas left.

Shuthaler did not go to stop him, because he knew that Norman Sas, needed to think about himself alone.

When the hall was quiet again, Xiu walked out.

"So, the decision of the game is."

Shutal turned his head and looked at Xiu, his right hand clapping Xiu on the shoulder.

"It's your Noah who killed Archiecawlon, I think, Normansas won't do anything, but, you remember, let Noah be careful with Fisque, Archiecavallon's brother's feelings for Achcavalon are no less than Normans's, but, young Nafisk can't see the other truth after the fact, so Noah is better to avoid him on the first level."

Xiu didn't speak, lowered his head slightly, and thought.

Then, in a deep voice, he said, "No, no, Noah, he can get through on his own." ”

"Yes, you have a lot of faith in Noah."

After finishing speaking, Shutal looked at the coats of arms on the walls, the wolf, the eagle, and the serpent.

Then, at the coat of arms, Shutal raised the corners of his mouth.

He said.

"This time, the Alien Spirit Realm, all of them have passed!"

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