"Old Zamao, the Holy Fran Empire is over, don't waste your efforts in vain, you and I can be regarded as top powerhouses anyway, why don't you swear allegiance to my Hogg family, so that I can still keep your werewolf clan." The old man's voice softened, and he didn't seem to care about the fleeing Klossis.

"Hmph, don't think about it, let's see the real chapter under our hands. As he spoke, the black werewolf rushed towards the old man, and the bronze sword in his hand just swiped lightly in midair, and thousands of sword rays flew towards the old man.

The old man is also not ambiguous, and he is also in color.

The strength of the two is almost between the best, but the black werewolf is ruthless and completely desperate, and he suddenly has the absolute upper hand.

The attack speed and power of the two of them continued to increase, and in just a few moments, a hundred meters radius was already a mess, but it was obvious that the battle had just begun.

Klossis ran dozens or hundreds of kilometers in one breath before he slowly stopped. The fur on his body quickly receded, and the whole person returned to his human form, and he sat down on the ground with his buttocks, gasping for breath.

Along the way, he just buried his head and ran south, not knowing that he had run to the outskirts of the Holy Capital at this moment. But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw that the center of the holy capital in the distance suddenly filled the sky, and the pillars of blue light and fiery red beams of light were intertwined, reflecting the sky brightly.

"Ancestor......" Klossis's eyes were slightly red, and a feeling of suffocation caused by powerlessness made him feel resentful at the moment.

I don't know how long it took, but the earth-shattering fight in the distance directly stretched for several kilometers, turning everything within a radius of a kilometer into powder, and the small half of the saints were wiped out under the devastating power. Once again, Klossis's heart was strongly impacted, and at this moment, a strong ** that had never been felt before completely occupied his entire heart, and he wanted to become stronger, to become strong enough, so that no one could ignore his existence.

Just as he clenched his fists and secretly became ruthless, the ground not far away suddenly shook violently. Frightened, he felt like he was carrying the skin behind his back again, and his whole body was tense, and he could attack at any time.

Boom, the ground in front of me collapsed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a huge crater.

Klossis's eyes suddenly turned red, and he couldn't see that there was an intricate underground tunnel underneath the pit. Those rebels followed these secret passages, jumped over the defensive barrier of the outside world, and entered the inner city. It is precisely because of this, coupled with the defection of the Hogg family, that the Holy Capital of the Holy Franc Empire was conquered so easily.

There was a loud bang, and a huge black figure emerged from the black hole. It's just that

Before he could see what the behemoth was, he saw a flower in front of him, and his whole body had soared into the air.

He subconsciously hurriedly protected the huge skin bag behind him, even if he fell and injured himself, he couldn't let the person in the skin have an accident.

In mid-air, Klossis twisted in an extremely strange posture, and he forcibly changed his position in mid-air.

With a bang, Kloss's back slammed into the ground first, making his whole head dizzy.

"Huh?" Just as Klossis was smashed to the ground, he suddenly heard a soft sound behind him, which made him struggle to get up from the ground and look in that direction.

It's just that it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you were immediately frightened when you saw it, and the whole person's mouth was wide open and speechless, and he stood there stunned.

......

It was late at night, and on the outskirts of Hawthorne Gorge, 20,000 vanguard troops who were supposed to be resting were lined up at this time, and although every soldier had a tired face, none of them dared to have any opinion, and they all stood there with serious expressions.

"Alright, all the preparations are in place, let's go. Lampa's pockmarked face trembled slightly, as if he was asking for the opinions of the three people around him, but in fact, when he spoke, he had already waved his hand and signaled the infantry behind him to follow.

Although the faces of the other three were not very good-looking, but this time the battle plan was proposed by Lampa, so they naturally couldn't say anything, so they could only follow behind each other.

Fortunately, they knew that the five of their forces would be both prosperous and loss-oriented, and they would not do anything secretly, so they were not so worried.

In this way, the group entered the misty magic circle.

Although the infantry of 20,000 people was also elite, it was obviously very different from the cavalry in the morning. Not only are the formations loose, but even the weapons are varied and different. Some short weapons and long weapons look ridiculous when put together, and once you fight, your opponent will completely seize such a loophole and kill the team.

Ron sat in front of a large, dark red stone, his eyes narrowed into a line. Although he guessed that the other party would come over at night to sneak attack, he didn't expect that the other party would not only sneak attack, but also pour out of the nest, this shameless behavior constantly refreshed Ron's lower limit.

Ron waved his hand, and a figure suddenly appeared next to him, it turned out to be Giska.

"Can I create an opportunity for you to kill the four Archons?" Ron asked, looking at Giska.

Giska's face showed a hint of solemnity, and then he said with a wry smile: "You really think up to me, the worst strength of the three is at level 50, and the strongest pockmark."

There are 56 levels of faces, what's the difference between me killing them and sending them to death?"

"I'll use a circle to separate them from their companions and the army, so you can kill them?"

Giska thought for a moment and said, "I can't be sure, but it shouldn't be difficult. It's just that you can really separate so many of them?" Giska looked at Ron in disbelief.

The man in front of him was too mysterious for him to see through at all.

"Huh. It's not simple. Ron smiled, and the staff in his hand knocked out countless small red symbols in the air and disappeared into the air.

I saw that the fog outside changed dramatically, and it was like a tumbling sea of clouds, encircling the 20,000 legions.

The so-called layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway. Giscar was also a half-step grandmaster-level rune master, how could he not see Ron's rune means. That is perfect for the absolute control of the circle at your fingertips.

He knew all those symbols just now, but after connecting them together, they could make the magic circle play such a magical role, and it immediately made Giscard benefit a lot, and he felt as if his comprehension of the runes had deepened to a new level.

After a moment of silence, a golden glow flashed in Giska's eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.

Not long after Giska left, another man ran from the depths of the canyon.

"Lord Ron, Your Majesty has asked me to inform you that the Deans have returned, saying that the matter you have explained has been completed. One of the heralds said a little breathlessly, apparently looking non-stop.

"Okay, I know, inform Your Majesty that there will be a bitter battle tomorrow, whether this dilemma can be broken or not, it depends on tomorrow's battle. After Ron's hands were on his back, his whole body instantly exuded a powerful momentum.

The herald was so frightened by Ron's powerful aura that he almost fell to his knees without his legs, but Ron seemed to be very restrained, and gave the herald a little help before letting him go.

"Ahh

The corners of Ron's mouth turned up slightly, and he could see that there was obviously an insurmountable gap between the leaders in front of him and Andy, not only in terms of strength, but also in all aspects of ability. Although it seems that the level is not much different, it is definitely incomparable in terms of actual combat ability. It's no wonder why the other party is reluctant to help even though they know that Andy is in trouble, after all, no one wants to have a strong competitor.

Giska's level 49 strength didn't seem to be the match for these people who had crossed a large realm, but with Ron's magic circle and his ghostly assassination skills, this decapitation operation in front of many soldiers came into being.