"Is this the biggest empire in the plane? Looks like you're in trouble. ”

The black door of the council hall was heavily open to the sides, revealing rows of ministers standing inside.

Mandre on the throne looked tired, looking at the woman in yellow who broke in, and couldn't help frowning.

Seeing a woman striding into the main hall, but no guard came in to intercept it for a long time, seeing this, a group of ministers all faintly shrank their pupils, and some people were a little flustered. But more people still maintained this composure, staring at Lin Xin coldly, and quietly pressing the blade on his waist with his hand.

The Olga Empire allowed courtiers to bring weapons to the court, as a kingdom created by the gods, this country has always admired force, and the former Mandre Olga was also a powerful warrior. It's a pity that as the years passed, power and enjoyment corroded his heart.

"Who are you? Rushing into the main hall, do you know what crime you have committed? ”

A tall general on the right stepped forward, pulled out his one-handed sword with a snort, and said angrily.

He was the only Sanctuary warrior among all the generals, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, wearing heavy black armor on his body, and he walked with a lot of weight, shaking the ground around him and trembling slightly.

It's just that when he strode up to Lin Xin, he looked down at Lin Xin, who was a head lower than him.

But I couldn't help but feel a little in a trance, as if what I saw was not a little girl, but a monstrous giant beast that lived in the sky, the light was completely obscured, and his whole body was shrouded in the huge shadow of the other party.

When he came back to his senses, the girl was still a girl, where was the monstrous beast, the palm of the general's hand that had been holding the hilt of the sword was already covered with sweat, which seemed to remind him that it was not an illusion.

"I command you! Retire!! ”

He raised his sword high.

Boom!!

Lin Xin swept away the man casually and strode towards Mandray.

Hundreds of pounds of armor and Sanctuary warriors flew out like toys in front of her, smashing into the many ministers standing on the right.

For a while, the screams were all over the place. A group of ministers were smashed to the point that their heads were broken and bleeding, and they fell to the ground with broken bones.

Seeing this tragic situation, the rest of the generals of the ninth-level warriors were furious, and they all unconsciously took a step back, not daring to step forward.

The smile on Mandre's face slowly disappeared, replaced by a calm and gloomy gaze that stared at Lin Xin.

"I really didn't expect it, who are you?"

He said gloomily.

Lin Xin paused, and suddenly lowered her head, she saw her legs slowly wrapped around a thin layer of frost.

"Huh? Magic? ”

She was surprised.

Behind Mandre slowly stepped out a gloomy old man in a black robe, holding a delicate short staff, aiming at Lin Xin with the black crystal inlaid on the top of the staff. A trace of miserable white mist flew out silently, blending into the white frost under Lin Xin's feet.

"Answer me, who are you!?"

Mandre's face grimaced.

"Me?"

Lin Xin raised his head and raised his feet fiercely.

Boom!!

The ice beneath her feet suddenly shattered, and under the pressure of great force, they exploded and turned into ice chips.

"Someone who came to help you?"

Boom!!

Another explosion.

Lin Xin tore off the frost under his feet step by step, and walked towards Mandre without hindrance.

The courtiers beside him had begun to flee in panic, and the general, although he did not run, kept retreating.

Watching Lin Xin tear up the ice layer step by step.

Mandray's pupils narrowed slightly, and he looked at the mage beside him.

The mage's face was gloomy, his arms trembled, and he clenched his staff tightly, whispering incantations coming from his mouth.

"Death Mist!"

He jerked his staff up and swung it.

Call!

A thick fog the size of a black human head rolled and appeared out of thin air, flying towards Lin Xin.

Rumble!!!

The dense fog exploded before Lin Xin could reach him.

The aura of death instantly swept through the surrounding space within a radius of several meters.

The ministers instinctively looked for obstacles to dodge. The scattered black mist looks harmless, but when touched, it quickly ages until it becomes a skinny skeleton.

The black mist spread, and the entire council hall began to fill with faint black smoke.

The mage stared closely at the black mist, holding the staff in his hand and chanting quickly, unleashing his magic power and unleashing the next magic at any time.

However, neither the Sanctuary Warriors nor the Sanctuary Demonic Beasts could withstand the powerful Death Mist, especially this enhanced version of the reduced scope.

This was the absolute confidence he had built up over the years as a Necromantic Sanctuary mage.

Boom!!

Suddenly, a giant hand that was slightly blackened suddenly stretched out the black mist and pinched his neck.

No!

The mage's mind went blank, and he didn't have time to react.

When he came back to his senses, he slapped the giant hand with both hands, but his weak strength faced the other party, like a baby facing a giant crocodile, and he couldn't even massage it.

A huge and terrifying force slowly lifted him up and hung him in the air.

He struggled in the shadow of the rolling black mist, and the gloom of his face was gradually replaced by horror.

Smack, smack.

His palms frantically slapped the giant arm, trying to break free of the other's grasp.

It's a pity to no avail.

The staff slipped limply from his hand, slammed into the ground with a clatter, and rolled down the stone steps.

The black crystal on the top clearly reflected the struggling figure of the mage who was getting slower and slower.

A thick black mist began to explode around his body, frantically impacting the giant hand. Trying to corrode the shackles of the arm through the fog of death.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Gradually, the mage's figure slowly stopped moving. He was like a thirsty fish that died, and finally kicked his feet a few times, and the whole person hung completely on the palm of his hand. It's like a suicide hanged to death.

Lin Xin casually threw away the mage's corpse.

Tossing the body aside, surrounded by black mist, she strode to the throne with Mandre in her arms, turned and sat down calmly.

The thick fog gradually began to spread, and the black fog grew bigger and bigger.

The court mage who could have been stopped had died at her hands.

The others either died or fled in all directions, and there was not even a single maid or attendant around the palace for a while.

"It's sad."

Lin Xin's hand pressed on the cold armrest of the throne. Glancing at Mandre on the side.

"You abdicate, and I will help you run this country."