"Join? You have turned the people into tortured souls, which is contrary to our original will! Bukot retorted.

"A little price for eternal life, but as long as you build a country beyond the Empire, it doesn't matter! As you have said before, there is no right or wrong in war, but I can only say ...... Only the victor is right! ”

Littard retorted arrogantly, his eyes quickly looked at Nelia, and he raised the war hammer in his hand and threw it at Nelia, and Bukot, who saw this move, wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Raising his weak arm and stretching out his slender index finger, the war hammer that was difficult to catch in Bukot's eyes was easily held by Nelia with her index finger, and the powerful impact did not make Nelia move in the slightest.

He reversed the hammer with his hand, then put it on his shoulder, crossed his waist with one hand, turned his head sideways, and looked at Littold, who activated the switch on the throne, and the other party didn't care about the situation on his side at all, and quickly ran towards the secret passage that appeared behind the throne.

"Cut, count yourself as fast." Nelia said with a very unhappy expression, and then looked at Bukot, who was in a cold sweat, only to see that the other party silently turned his head and chased in the direction of the throne, he had obviously forgotten Nelia's strength.

"What a weird uncle." Nelia grumbled, opened her legs, and slowly walked to the throne.

The secret passage behind the throne, the spiraling staircase leading to the upper level of the Consulate, which Bukot had never known, was glowing with a faint blue light at the end of the staircase.

"Is that where the circle is?" Bukot gritted his teeth and hurried up the stairs towards the end.

When I came to the top floor, I saw countless iron cages of spirits, each of which was full of unjust souls, and the expressions on the faces of these men, women, and children were even more distorted than those outside the city, and they didn't even know how much torture they had suffered here.

"Bukot, you're here." Littard said, stepping out from behind a wall, looking at Bukot with contempt, and slowly walking towards the center of the circle.

"Littard! What the hell have you done?! They are all your people! Bukot said angrily, raising the sword in both hands and charging at Littold.

Littard raised his hand, and a pitch-black double-edged battle axe appeared in his hand, sweeping towards Bukot with all his might, forcing the other party away from him.

"Isn't it the glory of being a people to sacrifice everything for the king?!"

Holding his long-handled battle axe aloft, Littard said, plunging the sharp blade of the axe blade into the center of the circle on the floor, fitting into the groove in the ground, and then turning the handle of the axe.

The faint blue light bloomed, and the entire chamber was rendered dark blue by this light, and the uncontrollable smile on Littard's face revealed endless madness, "Bukot! Just watch! ”

All of a sudden, the souls in the chamber howled, and were gradually pulled by the circle onto Litod's body, merging into one.

Feeling the power of the unjust soul fused into his body, Littard pulled out the giant axe that activated the circle, "Now! I'm going to get rid of you, and then I'm going to lead the army to expand the kingdom myself!" ”

"Then I'll have to fight this remnant soul to stop you." Bukot said, raising his twin blades and charging towards Littold.

The collision of the double blades and the battle axe, Bukot's figure flew upside down, as he said, now he is just a wisp of remnant soul, and his strength has only reached the ordinary level before his death after two strengthenings.

And now, Bukot looked at the completely lost Littard, the black mist emanating from his eyes, and the countless unjust souls behind him were crying, and only then did he really realize why his army of unjust souls thousands of years ago was not the right number.

Supporting his body with his twin blades, looking at the current Littold, Bukot said, "It turns out ...... The city was full of unjust spirits......"

"Ahh

Turning her head, she saw Nelia carrying a war hammer into the secret room, but the difference was that Nelia was wearing a black outfit at this time, a long black trench coat on the outside, and a black student hat on her head.

"I said, hurt me, where do you want to run?" Nelia raised her palm slightly as she spoke, and the slightly reddened skin did prove that Nelia had been damaged, but it was only for the base damage (damage of 1) that could not penetrate the defense.

"Lady Nellia, this is my ......" Bucat needed to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Nellia, "Are you still his opponent now?" ”

Bukot was silent, now he is no longer Littold's opponent, especially now Littold's unjust soul is pulled from every corner of the city and assimilated, this situation is obviously not a good thing to continue to delay, Bukot, who knows this, has no choice but to stand up and retreat.

Looking at Littard coldly, the other party knelt on one knee, looking at the magic circle patterns on the ground, one after another unjust souls were absorbed into his body, constantly enhancing the panel data in Nelia's view.

Looking at this slowly rising data, Nelia sneered, compared to her own malicious devouring, Litod's attribute rose slowly and pitifully, and the efficiency of absorbing attribute value was only about ten percent.

"I'd better give it back to you," Nelia said, casually throwing the hammer in her hand as a javelin.

At this time, Littold, who felt that something was flying, raised his tomahawk and wanted to resist, but the crushing of the panel attribute was not something that Littold could resist at all.

The warhammer mixed with light attribute damage slammed into Littold's spirit, and the huge amount of light attribute damage knocked out all the unjust souls in his body, and before Nelia's action was over, the fireball technique attached to the light attribute flew towards the unjust soul that was separated by the impact.

Overpowering the Soul before being pulled back into Littold's spirit, it can't be a source of Littold's power again, and as for Littold? He doesn't deserve to be exceeded.

The detachment of the soul brought Littold's eroded consciousness back to his senses, and his distorted expression returned to anger, which in Nelia's eyes was nothing more than an ugly face.

"Nope! You can't stop me! Roaring in anger, Littard swung his battle axe and slashed at Nelia's "delicate" body.

Nelia stood dumbfounded, her arms slightly raised, and she just let her hands sink into the pockets of her shorts, allowing the blade of the tomahawk to slash at her until the blade was only a stone's throw from her neck.