"No!"

A terrible howl echoed through the rain, and Earl Hayden watched as countless soldiers under his command who had been training together day and night turned into piles of ice in front of him, clearly visible frozen internal organs, slightly blood-colored frost, and dead pupils.

The color of resentment flickered in his eyes, but he didn't want to, the deadly danger suddenly appeared in his heart, and he just wanted to activate the spell scroll in the spatial ring, a large head rose into the air, and the gushing blood soaked the rain, dripping onto the surface of the frost that was frozen through the water.

"Hmm.......... Some familiar faces.........."

As soon as his thoughts arose, the deep and dark picture extinguished the fire of his soul, and the breath of life of Earl Hayden slowly dissipated with the cold breeze.

Before the spell could be heard, a slaughter burned like flames in the night rain.

The blue frost froze, the Violet Guards Legion held their blades, the cold light shining on the faces of fear, and the blood mixed with the dripping rain flowed down the cracks in the floor, finally converging into a blood-colored stream.

Click! Click!

Guy walked through the ruined battlefield with a relaxed face, the sound of pain echoing in his ears, accompanied by wisps of cold light of the blade, and then the breath of life dissipated.

"The grief of the hopeless!" Guy lowered his head to look at the hideous head at his feet, and there was anger and resentment in his widening pupils.

"Duke Dakama, go on, the war is not over, and the glory of victory has not yet bloomed."

"We need to hurry!"

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In the middle of the palace of Valrante, there is a majestic building with bright lights, and the atmosphere of barbarism and antiquity is paved.

St. Bernard's Palace, named after Valve I, features lavish walls of porphyry, black jade and glaze, carved tracery, crescent eaves reflecting the faint starlight, and finely patterned marble columns supporting golden spires.

"Twenty-one years, finally back again!" The ice-blue hair slightly obscured his vision, and the memories of the old days flooded back, Guy looked at the ornate building in front of him and sighed, but his indifferent tone was full of deeply suppressed madness.

He never forgot the moment when he left Limontanlu in embarrassment, like a lost dog, nay, even more miserable, falling from heaven to hell, his indifferent gaze gathered around him, as if he were watching a circus clown, waiting for a comical moment.

"I don't believe in fate, I break free, I want to see everyone for what they are, including you, my father, my majesty!" tFBoYs is a match made in heaven

Along the taupe marble staircase, Guy walked upwards step by step, as if ascending to the heavens, to the golden throne that was once within reach, but now out of reach.

The icy rain invaded the palace, and a faint cold aura emanated from Guy's body, condensing fine pieces of frost, spreading all over the place, and gradually disappearing into the palace from Guy's figure.

"Guarding the Palace of St. Bernard, no one is allowed to approach, violators ...........," Duke Dacama said in a cold tone as he looked around at the Violet Guards who were standing silently around him.

"No mercy!"

"Yes!"

The dull sound of response echoed, and the Violet Guards Legion spread out in all directions, guarding the luxurious and transparent palace behind them, waiting for the final end, whether it was glory or rebellion, no one could tell.

……………………

The majestic corridor was illuminated by a dim magical light, and hundreds of lanterns hung in the corners, tied with gold wires, looking like a mysterious golden bond from afar.

The pure azure staff levitating in front of Guy shone faintly, faintly illuminating the hallway, but not a single guard or attendant was in sight.

Very unusual!

Solemn colors gathered in his pupils, and Guy slowed his pace, a cold, pale blue mist shrouded in a cold, plummeting temperature paved the way for frost.

Around the corner of the hallway, the lights became dimmer, the door was slightly open, and the bright red carpet spread from the door to the inside, dark as blood.

Guy's eyes were slightly raised, and at the end of the bright red carpet was a golden staircase, made of layers of glaze, delicately carved with patterns, and further up, a purple-gold chair, a faint coercion filled the void.

Then, with a pair of extremely indifferent black eyes, the silence quietly descended.

"Ha, father, you're really old." Guy's eyes were cold, and he spoke harsh words.

Compared with the picture that only exists in memory, the father Lloyd in front of him is much older, with a wrinkled face, a pale face, and a thin body, all showing the traces left by time.

Most of all, he felt the breath of life that could be extinguished at any time.

"It's so old that I feel pitiful, and your final plan will eventually fail!" Guy stepped forward, the cross-shaped azure runes in his pupils glistening with a cold color.

"Sawyer, my incompetent brother, do you really think he can inherit the throne?" Fu Demon Sutra

Suddenly, a smile bloomed on the old face, and Lloyd Craigie Varrant, His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Stoke, laughed loudly, and the laughter was mixed with complacency and relief.

"Sawyer, I once saw a trace of your shadow from him, but unfortunately, he couldn't resist the temptation, and there were too many forces around him."

Lloyd stood up from the purple-gold throne with a shudder, motioned for Jasper not to support himself, and then walked down the glass stairs step by step, slowly walking down the bright red carpet.

"This is my kingdom!"

"Of course I have the right to decide who is the heir!"

"Including you!"

Standing still, Lloyd stared at Guy who exuded an icy aura not far away, his indifferent black eyes showing a hint of satisfaction.

"Me?" Guy looked at his father in front of him mockingly, the cross-shaped azure runes swirling wildly, and the color of hatred and madness was undisguised.

"Hahaha, that kind of makes me laugh!"

"Didn't you give up on me a long time ago? Cast out to the desolate Northlands and guard the gates of sorrow! No return to Limontamlu from now on! ”

Rumble!

The aura of majesty seemed to be overwhelming towards Guy, Lloyd restrained his smile and said indifferently: "If this is not the case, then the Kingdom of Stoke will fall into a place of no return. ”

"The roots of decay are eating away at the kingdom, and I have to make compromises.........."

Snort! Snort!

The azure frost condensed into ice edges, crisscrossing the void, tearing through the pressure of the pervasive majesty of prison.

Guy stepped forward, his pure blue staff unleashing a torrent of energy in front of him, like a demon descending from the icy hell, patrolling the world.

"Uncle Jasper, please don't move, I know what you're trying to do!" Guy turned his head to look at the illusory shadow behind his father, Lloyd, and a slight tingling sensation appeared in his soul.

"The information is correct, Uncle Jasper has really crossed the moat."

"A legendary assassin, a new legendary crown!"