"So, isn't my brother and I actively changing this established fate?"

"This ......"

"I'm a dead person, but my sister and brother are still alive, but you are weaker than me, one cries and the other gives up, just because you are a physical body, will you be afraid of pain?"

"No ......"

Lexia wanted to deny it, but she wanted to agree, what the real reason was, she really couldn't judge, because there were too many factors to choose one or the other.

No, even if it's a plural option, Lexia will feel like there aren't enough options, so she's- doesn't want to die.

"I am the living dead...... Pain used to be the source of motivation for me to live, and if it weren't for the relationship between my father and Selina, maybe I wouldn't have been able to support it a long time ago, but now I know that I'm also a damned person......"

Is it all in vain so far, just a dying throe?

I see, fate is something that cannot be violated after all, and all things in the world can only be obeyed and manipulated in the face of true fate. No one can withstand the fate that will come next, just because they are just a small cog in the world, and even if they disappear, the world will not stop running.

"So, you didn't hear what my brother and I said? Or are you looking for a sympathy? ”

- Since my brother still remembers that he was beaten and was going to fight back, why didn't he think about taking it back!

"Those words...... I thought ......"

"What do you think? If the needle of fate slides forward, who says you can't go backward? ”

Yareth said with her head held high, knowing that this was a battle against God, but she showed no signs of admitting defeat, but kept being positive.

"I had made a promise with my brother that I would do everything I could to help him achieve his goals, so now he needs my strength. What about you, Sister Caihu, who will decide your destiny? ”

Yales's gaze was cold, and there was a feeling of contempt for people, but Lexia felt a certain warmth in it.

It is the warmth of people's hearts.

So, Lexia has something to say:

"Yales, just wait and see!"

Lexia gently placed her hand on Yales's head:

"My fate will be changed by my hands!"

When will this storm, which is about the fate of Mae Sot, stop?

Fog Blade, Longing Na, don't admit defeat! Do everything in your power to defeat Andumarius, and we will go to you with all the hopes you have placed!

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The situation took a turn for the worse, and the temperament and behavior of the longing changed abruptly.

Mist Blade didn't expect that he would be attacked by Longa one day.

No, think about the time when he had an argument with Kyona, he was bitten by this little guy.

There was a big smile on her face, Mist Blade had never seen her so happy.

There was no hesitation, nervousness, or panic, and it seemed that he had killed the Fog Blade out of his own intentions. His heart was ruined, and the only thing that awaited the Blade of the Mist was death.

"Go on the road in peace, God has no fog blade. However, you will soon be resurrected, for all the dead will be reunited in this world under the influence of the circumstances of the Spiritual Prison I have summoned. ”

Looking at the slowly falling figure of the Fog Blade, it was the last words he heard, from the mouth of the longing—and then his body gradually withered, turning into the remains of flames and burning away.

“————”

At this moment, the other party was shocked to realize that he had been tricked, and at the moment when he was on alert, the fog blade came out of the nearby soil and tried to sneak attack the other party-

"Didn't hit? It's just a little bit, what is this guy's reflex nerve made of! ”

This blow was missed, and he could only quickly jump away from the opponent's side to prevent the possibility of being counterattacked.

"The reaction is very sharp, how do you see through that I'm not the deity?"

With that lovely face, the voice of a rough old man is really disgusting.

"In terms of acting, I should be very good, right?"

"Your acting skills are indeed not inferior to Endeksen, obviously we have only just come into contact, and you can imitate the personality of Lena beautifully, which indirectly proves that you are very observant and worthy of being a first-class robber."

No, that's already a killer.

"However, there is a decisive key to letting me know that you are an impostor. It's how you dodged the Phoenix's Air Strike Legion. ”

When Andumarius heard this, it dawned on him:

"I see, the moment I infiltrated the legion and took the longing away, you noticed my Extreme Illusion Stealing. It seems that you are also very observant, and you can master the use and skills of the Legion during the battle with my Legion. ”

The so-called legions can share each other's information with the holders after the duke recovers, but in the safe return of many legions, a large amount of information is transmitted, but there is no information about it.

"From the disaster caused by Lilith to the realization of these dukes, to the realization of the plan of the Spiritual Prison, in just a few days, the characteristics of the duke and Eve can be used freely, and his learning ability is amazing, no wonder the cherubim and the gang will value you so much, and even invite you to join the five wise elders, even if it is me, in the face of huge and complex information in an instant into my mind, it is impossible to take it handily - it can be seen that you have a deep relationship with this little bit."

"Where did you get Na?"

Andumarius talked a lot about it like a speech, but that's all Misblade cared about. The Duke, the Twenty-Second Century Mythical Project, or the Soul Prison - where is the longing? This is the only topic that can make Fogblade mad at the moment.

"It was here that I stole access to her body and usurped part of her soul. Unless you defeat me, you're not going to get this little sister back. ”

There were several figures around Andumarious, and there were quite a few of them, all dressed in uniform clothes, wearing black masks, revealing their eyes, and wearing black clothes, as if they were afraid of people seeing their real faces.

Half of the men are bare-handed, and the other half are armed with knives and guns, which is really a well-prepared army, capable of attacking from afar, combating in close combat, and fighting freely, a professional bandit group.

"In terms of the number and combat power of the legions, my side will not be less than yours. Marcosias, Orias. ”

The Wolfhound Legion and the Feline Legion heard the order of the Mist Blade and were born one by one from the pitch-black surface.

Lions, cheetahs, tigers and other felines were in the vanguard of the charge, and the wolfdogs followed closely behind, and according to the wild nature of their beasts, they should be able to subdue these human legions in three or two strokes.

Whether they had knives and guns or weapons, these beasts were not real animals after all, and even if they fell, they would stand up, and the Mist Blade relied on this, abusing the power of the legion to advance to the end.

It's a pity that the other party has already calculated this, and the other party's experience is obviously above the fog blade, and the two sides clash head-on, but they are always avoided, hit, or even knocked down by the other party's ingenious skills.

Andumarius's legion not only has combat power and weapons, but also some martial arts and kung fu, knocking down, overturning, knocking down, with all kinds of fists and kicks, leaving all kinds of scars on the legion's body, and Marcosias's legion was defeated one by one.

It perfectly highlights the courageous and fearless tenacious spirit of human beings, and proves that human beings are the kings who stand at the apex of all living things.

The small beasts were leveled one after another, and the large beasts were no better, and the partners fell again and again, and they instinctively began to realize the crisis, and they sensed the difference in strength between themselves and the other party, and the morale of the army became weak.

It's as if the entire battlefield is the stage for Andumarius, and the Fogblade and these legions are clowns who foil his toughness!

Seeing that this was not possible, the Fogblade barely managed to hold out some strength and put on his rope - he was still caught by the other party, and Andumarius's men and horses launched a siege on him.

The scorching flames spread outwards with the fog blade as Phoenix's endless flames smoothly pushed back those enemies.

At the same time, however, he learned that the Dukes of Marcosias and Orias had been wiped out......

The enemy's assault dismantled the last fortress of the Mist Blade, and if Phoenix's flame was extinguished, it would mean that he could only go so far.

It's really over here - just because these mercenary groups are just summons of Andumarius, they have no life, they don't feel pain, as long as they use crowd tactics to annihilate the flames, then he will naturally have to wait for death.