Like a myth again, like the king who once surrounded the black flames, Legero's crimson eyes were as terrifying and deep as Morayes, as if they contained the desire to destroy everything.

The black flame is not only a physical strengthening, but also an explosion of murderous energy.

The fiery red hair danced in the black flames, like an elegy from hell.

No regrets, the secret technique of the Mourning Song [End], which is enshrined in the forbidden books for its unrivaled power.

The only one who had the superpower to kill three of the Imperial Emperor's envoys in a cross-border battle five hundred years ago.

When destroyed by the treasured things, the strong who has been approved by the king will use his anger to turn into the true flame of Morayes, scorching everything in front of him.

Without the meaning of life, there is only the original sin of destruction.

The black wings swelled again, and more black flames gathered, as if the heavens and the earth were changing color.

The dusk sky, which seemed to be rendered by the black and red colors, began to become unrealistic.

"Yvette, I want you dead!" An angry voice roared out, and Legero's thin body seemed to be weak, but the speed made the general shocked. The two pairs of flaming wings behind him seemed to dance in the wind, and the smell of burning in the air became heavier.

The black wings shuddered for a moment, and then grew more rapidly.

The wings were large enough to wrap Legero tightly in them, but they were still expanding.

With every step, every movement, Legello's wings began to sublimate.

This is the last brilliance ignited with life.

This is the most brilliant color of life.

Even if it's just monotonous black and red, they are the purest of colors.

Dark tones are colors that can accommodate all colors, and colors that will not be stained.

Yvette already knew she couldn't escape.

All around were the black flames unleashed by the life of this venerable opponent.

To be exact, it can be called Legero's flame force field.

The choking sensation in the air became even stronger.

Yvette also felt more and more that the other party was putting more pressure on her, although she knew very well that the price paid by the other party for this kind of strengthening must be huge. It could be martial arts, maybe even life, but Yvette still felt a tremor in her heart.

This is not the fear of the other party's strength, but the respect and complexity of the other party's momentum at all costs.

Yvette's gaze suddenly became sharp, ready to fight this opponent who fought for his life.

Of course, the goal is not to defeat the opponent, but to escape.

Yvette was already convinced that the opponent who used this method could no longer have any room for growth, and the wisest choice now was to retreat. When the time comes to fight again, this dawn red lotus will definitely not be his opponent.

However, there are still some inexplicable unwilling emotions in my heart.

Obviously, he has always been eager to fight with a strong man who is comparable to him, but at this moment, he can only retreat?

How did his blood disappear in these daily lives?

Is this self still the self you longed for?

However, time did not allow her to think too much.

Legero had already approached. The black wings swayed wildly, as if to pronounce Yvette's death.

Yvette frowned slightly, and sideways dodged Legero's swift blow. But his body was inevitably touched by the flames on the opponent's wings, and the scorched black marks and the pain that penetrated deep into his soul made Yvette almost collapse, and she couldn't help but snort.

Legero was not surprised that the other party avoided his blow, although the other party's strength, although he didn't want to admit it, was indeed far above him. In particular, the degree of flexibility that made people jealous shocked Legero deeply. Legero even suspected that even the strongest person he had ever seen, Night, was not necessarily a match for this chestnut-haired woman.

However, the darkness in Legero's eyes intensified, and the fiery red color filled his eyes even more, and the obvious killing intent surged out. No matter who you are, I will not let you go if you dare to hurt my Messiah!

Even if it costs me my life, I'm going to burn you to death!

I couldn't help but see the Messiah's ice-blue hair, the smile of the lovely girl, the naughty appearance of the girl pretending to be savage, the carefulness of the girl when she took care of herself, and the relieved expression on the girl's face when she blocked the fatal blow for herself...... A little tenderness flashed in Legero's originally gloomy eyes, but it turned to an even more violent killing intent.

……

Legend has it that Morayes once lost his beloved mate, so the killing intent that was born, combined with the energy emitted from the meteorite that fell from the sky, gave it unprecedented power.

In the black flame, this black bird was given a new lease of life.

In the crimson eyes, there is hatred for the world.

It was also the beginning of revenge against Tyrande.

A bird, because of the power of hatred, overcame a dragon and slew the dragon whose adaptability was amazing.

This can already be called a miracle.

Even after thousands of years, we seem to see that stubborn bird reborn again.

It seems to have reappeared from the corrosion of time, as if the will has been carried out again.

Molayes's spirit really seems to be alive again.

In the boy named Legero, the mire of fate seems to be playing the same trick again.

Something called fate may really exist.

However, history does not repeat itself.

……

The black flames spread endlessly, as if they were about to sweep the whole world. Yvette had no way to retreat, and had already added a dozen new wounds to her body from the incessant dodging just now. Even with her flame resistance, she couldn't resist this supreme flame for a moment. It was as if her soul had been torn apart by the other party, and Yvette felt her spirit extremely weakened, as if she was about to fall asleep.

This feeling of exhaustion made Yvette feel even more uncomfortable. This is a battlefield, and you can't afford to be negligent. Especially in the face of such an opponent who has already resolutely burned his life.

Yvette let out a light breath, and a blackened smoke seemed to come out of her mouth. The pain that tugged at the nerves reminded Yvette of the criticality of her situation. Obviously, the other party has become weak, but the offensive is stronger.

Yvette didn't know that this move had no regrets, and its power would increase over time.

It is feeding on the life of Legero, bursting out with black flames that surpass everything.

At the last moment of life, it will also be the moment when the flame burns brightest and jubilant, and it will also be the pinnacle of this trick.

It was the final blow written in the life of a man.

It's immeasurably powerful.

Until everything in the user is burned to the ground, leaving no trace of the body, as if the user had never been to this world, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

What a resolute anger is needed for this blow, and what a firm will it requires.

Yvette didn't understand, so she couldn't imagine.

She didn't know the teenager's emotions, let alone the thing called love.

That's why she can't be the most powerful one.

Even if she really has the best talent in the empire.

"Die!" Legero's consciousness had begun to dissipate, but he could clearly feel his long-cherished desire to kill this hateful woman!

The black wings finally unfolded, stretching for more than ten meters in length, making people tremble when they looked at it.

The beating black flame seemed to tell the host's last wish, the last killing intent.

All the flames were finally sublimated in this moment, and they were burned violently like never before.

Looking at the sea of fire in the sky, Yvette knew that she was finished.

But she's not going to sit still.

Almost mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, constantly compressing and condensing his red flames in front of him, only hoping to be able to resist the other party's blow for a moment. At this moment, the desire to survive has made the girl's talent burst out like never before in the continuous squeezing, and her unique secret skills have finally been formed at this moment.

"Huang Yan? Burn the sky and destroy the world! Reciting her stunt, Yvette's face showed a slight smugness.

She knew she would survive.

The red flame was also blessed at this moment, faintly fighting against the black flame, and even began to engulf part of the black flame. It even has the property of burning the void a little bit because of this.

Yvette struggled to support her flames, but she couldn't match the last of the light and color that Legero's life had ever emitted.

The black flames finally cleared the red flames that stood in the way and burned towards Yvette.

However, the flame suddenly became smaller.

The black flame on Legero's body also suddenly became thinner, gradually revealing his original face.

His face was unusually pale, pale and almost bloodless.

There was only a dull look left in the red eyes.

His life has come to an end.

No matter how much you want to burn the brilliance of your life, there is still no way to continue.

Human limits are not so easy to break.

Yvette was knocked away by the last weakening flames. Although the fire became smaller, the huge impact and lethality still caused Yvette to suffer extremely hard. The blood dripping from the corners of her lips gave this proud girl a little unreal. I can't remember the last time I bled out, and even when I fought Estes, I didn't shed a drop of blood, and I was in such a place......

Yvette tried to get up, but the throbbing pain in her body made her realize that the injury was worse than she expected.

The mental pain, in particular, made this resilient girl even have suicidal thoughts.

However, the desire to live overcame all fears.

Looking at the fallen Legero, Yvette breathed a sigh of relief.

With the last of his strength, he crawled towards the outside of this battlefield, his head groggy and almost unconscious. It's just that with the instinct to survive, she didn't get close to Legero's place, but crawled in the other direction. The lack of consciousness made her movements extremely stiff......

She crawled like this, knowing that she had lost her last consciousness and was unconscious on the road.

Facts have proved that the choice of not coveting the results of the battle is undoubtedly extremely correct.

On that battlefield, the Messiah had woken up.

Although she was also seriously injured, she was the only person with combat effectiveness present.

If Yvette had turned around, she would probably have lost her life in vain.

As he dragged his heavy steps and felt the smell of blood overflowing in his chest, Messiah felt an unspeakable sense of discomfort.

However, looking at the fallen figure on the ground, looking at the red hair that appeared after the black flames had dissipated, the Messiah knew that he had to get through, and even if he was seriously injured, it was not a reason for him to regret it in the future.

……

"Messiah......" Legero's thirsty lips spit out the girl's name, which even made him think that he was hallucinating, wasn't the Messiah dead......

"Legero, you idiot!" With two lines of clear tears on his face, the Messiah cursed in a hoarse and sore voice, "Why do you want to be strong! ”

"Hehe......" Legello wanted to laugh, but he pulled his chest and coughed violently, and the thick phlegm was covered with visible blood, "Ahem......"

Reaching out to touch the girl's fair face, stroking it gently, as if admiring a rare treasure, Legello's eyes revealed the last bit of tenderness: "My moves, handsome......"

"Handsome, handsome, okay!" Tears flowed in distress, the Messiah smiled bitterly, and his beautiful face was soaked in grief, and said in a tone as if he wanted to comfort this man who was fighting with the brilliance of life.

"Of course...... Legello's voice grew weaker, "but, O Messiah, I have always had a word I wanted to tell you, but I regret not saying it until now......"

The Messiah's tearful eyes were closed, and he nodded softly, motioning for Legello to speak.

"I like you, all the time, it's the deepest like......"

"Legero......" opened his eyes, there was a clear joy in the red circles of his eyes, but suddenly he sank to the bottom, looking at the young man's closed eyes, the Messiah cried out in pain, "Legero! ”

The Red Lotus of Dawn, died at the hands of the Imperial General Yvette.

This is the first person with the strength of a great general to die in battle.

……

On that day, His Majesty Lane was overjoyed and issued an order to the Quartet to grant amnesty to the world.

In a corner, Night quietly listened to his subordinates' report on Legello's death.

The indifferent face didn't seem to see a little sadness, but sighed helplessly: "Fighting with Yvette, Legello's defeat is inevitable, I will avenge him if I have the chance." ”

Night couldn't help but think of the same red-haired girl named Ki. Legero's sister, his former lover, no, not so much a lover, but rather a haunt of the woman's death for herself. However, now, the figure of that woman seems to have dissipated a lot in her memory, and she can't remember the other person's appearance anymore. Perhaps, I really only have that strong emotion for Xi now.

I couldn't help laughing at myself at night, but it really seemed to be a lot colder.

Earnest's death allowed him to completely get rid of the remaining childishness overnight and truly grow up.

However, this kind of growth is accompanied by incomparable indifference and coldness, which is really painful.