"Please," Nelia raised an eyebrow, and now that the knight had anything else to ask for herself, Nelia couldn't think of.

"I would like to ask you to give me a chance to duel with the king."

As soon as these words came out, the three of them turned their heads and looked at the warrior spirit.

"Brother, why are you?" Scarlett asked, puzzled.

"Before swearing allegiance to the king, I made an oath. If he deviates from the duties of the king, I will cut off his head with my own hands, so as to cut off the friendship of our kings and subjects. The warrior replied flatly.

"Then Scarlett and I will help you, we're ......," Lewis said.

"This is my vow alone, and it has nothing to do with you. You two have been separated for too long, and you have suffered more than I am...... More...... Now that you're all ready to leave, don't venture with me. With that, the warrior spirit took a step towards the door.

Nelia left Lewis and Scarlett, and Lewis, who was about to say something, was pulled by Scarlett.

Shaking her head slightly, Scarlett, as a younger sister, knew her brother very well, and as long as he decided to do something, no one could stop him.

Nelia walked forward, the dog food was already full, and it was time to check out the next episode.

Scarlett and Lewis behind them looked at the two people walking towards the door, bent down and bowed, and the two souls held hands and disappeared in a little light.

As the doors of the final hall opened, the sound of ethereal armor rang out, and a middle-aged man wearing a crown slowly stepped down from the throne, staring directly at the warrior spirit on the opposite side.

"Bukot, I've been waiting for thousands of years, and you've finally come out to face me?" The King of Souls sneered as he said the name of the warrior spirit, and Nelia already knew the true identity of the warrior spirit.

"I've abandoned that name for a long time, and I used to ...... Already perishing with my beloved country. As he spoke, Bukot raised the spirit sword in his hand, the tip of which was pointed straight at the King of Grievances.

"Perdition? Hahahahaha......! The King of Grievances smiled coldly, "No, Bukot, my kingdom has not perished!" It has become a permanent existence, an immortal, immortal kingdom of eternal life! ”

The King of Grievances said frantically, and what the King said made Bukot clench the hilt of his sword, knowing that the king he had served so faithfully was dead...... A long time ago, in every sense.

"It's useless to talk too much, let's fight to the death! Littard! Bukot shouted, raising his sword and rushing forward.

The clash of the sword and the warhammer heralded the fulfillment of the oath thousands of years overdue.

"Bukot! You're trying to betray me?! Littard roared.

The sword and hammer separated, and then a series of confrontations followed, and Bukot, who was holding the spirit sword, was at a disadvantage, and the root of the spirit sword turned into an ordinary iron sword could not be compared to the war hammer in Littold's hand.

Cracks began to appear in the spirit sword, and Nelia, realizing this, immediately created an alloy longsword, and then threw it at Bukot lightly, "And then! ”

Without turning around, he stretched out his left hand behind him, and Bukot, who grabbed the hilt of the sword, swung his sword and flicked the smashed war hammer away, "Lend me another hand!" ”

Nelia, who had already expected it, casually threw out the newly made alloy longsword, and thought to herself, "Old fox, if I didn't have an encyclopedia, I really didn't know that you would play with a two-handed sword." ”

With the hilt of the sword in his hand, Buccott's eyes glowed with a faint white light, and he whispered softly, "God of War...... Please give me one last time! ”

As soon as the words fell, a faint white light appeared on Bukot's body, the muscles on his body bulged, the subtle wrinkles on his face disappeared, and the age of the spirit quickly revealed that it was a sixteen-year-old youth.

The longsword in both hands erupted with electricity, and a series of deadly slashes slashed at Littold, illuminating the dimly lit hall with sparks from twin swords and warhammers, and dull iron clashes echoed.

Watching the battle of this two-handed sword master, Nelia recorded every move in detail in her mind, and the skills of each sword swing were all engraved in her mind, which became Nelia's top combat record for using two-handed swords in the future.

The situation reversed, and Bukot, who was originally suppressed, burst out with extremely large strength, at this time, in Nelia's eyes, Bukot's panel attributes increased significantly, and his status bar also showed the buff of "God of War Protection".

"Bukot! You're getting weaker! I didn't expect you to be able to compete with me now with the protection of the God of War! Littard smiled strangely, the hammer fending off the blade's swing.

A purple-black mist emanated from the warhammer, clinging to Littold's arm, and then invading Lyttard's spirit, and then with a wave of his hand, the warhammer's fierce force pushed Bukot back.

The twin blades plunged straight into the ground to prevent themselves from being pushed too far, and he looked up at Littold, who was leaping high, and raised his two-handed war hammer above his head, and the loud crash sounded again.

Brute force made Bukot bend his knees, and on one knee, he used the double blades in his hand to resist the war hammer, and Littold, who was in pursuit, quickly swung the war hammer, and Bukot, who tried his best to parry, was constantly repelled by this powerful force.

Suddenly, the white light on Bukot's body turned red, and the white thunder above the twin blades also turned into a dazzling red, gathering strength to repel Littold's war hammer, and eight scarlet sword lights erupted on Bukot's twin blades.

"Thunder Blade!" After the cold words were spoken, Bukot swung his twin blades, and the crimson sword light flashed on Littard's armor.

The Spirit's armor shattered, and an ugly smile appeared on the regressing Littard's face, and with a swing of his arm, he slammed the hammer into Bukot's twin blades again, and then the figure turned into a mist and rushed towards the throne.

Littard's spirit fell on the throne, and Buccott, who looked coldly at the throne, asked, "Littard, why are you?" Why? ”

"Hahaha!" Littard laughed wildly, "Bukot, it seems that you have really forgotten that we once built the dream of the future and made the kingdom the dream of an empire......"

Bukot did not reply, Littard said that the dream he never forget, but ...... When did this simple longing turn sour......

"I have never forgotten the dream we shared at that time." Bukot replied.

"Then you should join me! Establish this everlasting kingdom! No longer limited by human lifespan and flesh, our armies will go to every corner of the world. He stood up holding on to the armrest of the throne.