The summit of Mount Hogarth is covered with heavy snow all year round, and it is a white expanse.

Ikali had been here before, after all, Avalon, 80,000 meters above it, was the place where all the gods had stayed, but now it was occupied by a small flame that was too much to measure.

She walked on the snowy field with her feet up, not so much as she was taking a step, but rather the scenery around her was receding, as if a respectful servant had brought everything to her.

After a few seconds, she reached the center of the snowfield, an invisible barrier blocking her way.

"Isolated from perception, no wonder I never found out."

Raising his hand, the neatly arranged elements in the air glowed slightly, and the rest of the dull parts vaguely formed a hemispherical outline.

Ikali tapped her finger lightly on the barrier, and a circle of ripples opened, and the ancient buildings standing inside appeared in front of her.

It was a castle made entirely of obsidian, a pitch-black beast that looked like it lurked in the snow from a distance, and a lock hung from the iron door, representing Mia's three-color divine power.

"I do feel the presence of Patunax."

Ikali caressed the lock, and with the touch of her fingers, a color on the lock vanished, but two still swirled back and forth.

"But, did you make me feel hopeless, Alduin?"

It was Mia's tricolor power, and she could only wipe out a third of it.

"The lock is just a façade, and as long as you have doubts about it, it doesn't exist." The reminder of the Destroyer of Worlds came again.

"Oh?"

Ikali frowned slightly.

Sure enough, the moment the doubt arose, the lock disappeared.

With a "clang", the iron door that had been silent for an unknown number of years was pushed open, and Ikali stepped in.

She wasn't worried about any traps or anything hidden inside, because no one could hurt her in this plane.

From the moment you push open the iron gate and enter the castle, the surrounding barrier is cut off from perception. Akali was still able to monitor the web, but she wasn't as sharp. For example, if a mage happens to enter the legend at this time and break through the shackles of the magic net, she will not find out.

And this coincided with the beginning of the farce of the Morning Star. Ikali knew nothing about what was going on there.

……

As she stepped into the castle's spacious drawing room, the fiery fire elemental seemed to welcome the Queen's loyal servants, converging from all directions, exploding a cluster of fireworks in the air, scattering sparks that fell precisely on the menorah and chandelier.

The interior is very retro, and there is not even a single lighting crystal.

"What is your purpose, Alduin?"

Her voice reverberated back and forth through the empty castle, in circles towards the vaulted dome.

But there was no reply.

Raising his head, there was a dragon skeleton hanging on top, with wide dragon wings and a pale golden skeleton, and it was obvious that the aura was emanating from there.

Both Soul Shaper Patunax and his younger brother Alduin were the Ancestors of Soul Player, and it couldn't be easier for them to possess a dragon at will.

Ikali felt that she was being teased by the other party, and her anger caused the elements around her to fluctuate strongly. The air is distorted.

"Are you trying to trap me with the barrier here?"

"A self-righteous woman."

Alduin's voice suddenly took on a hint of mockery.

"Stupid people always think they are right and ignore the truth hidden behind the surface, and this sentence is probably you."

"I should have said this to you."

Ikali said coldly, "You just stay in that hellish place until the world is destroyed." ”

She took a step forward, her surroundings changing, and she was back on the Elemental Throne in an instant.

At this point, everything that happened to the Morning Star came to an end.

"I hope you don't regret it."

Alduin's voice grew deeper.

……

Look back at the morning star.

After the strange whirlpool disappeared with the three of them, the powerful suction force was gone.

But before that, most of the energy of Lancelot's domain was sucked away, and the golden wings behind him were so faint that they were almost impossible to see, and at the same time, the gray qi that was originally firmly imprisoned in the realm should have dispersed, causing an even greater disaster.

But—

Leorik was worse than him.

There are only a few major bones left in his bone wings, and the fascia and the swirling gray qi are completely gone, like a chicken wing bone that has been gnawed clean, not to mention that now he has to face a furious Lancelot, not to mention that he can spread his power and cause a catastrophe, it would be good to blow himself up.

Lancelot had never been so angry as he was today, and he thought that the long years spent with Paparis in the Wind Sky had helped him wash away the negativity, but when it actually happened, a deeper fire ignited from within.

The firelight illuminates the passing scenes, from near and far, back to the past.

Surya's sudden disappearance......

Yoni, who has an indifferent look and kneels on one knee......

The silver-haired girl who resembled Vignia was crying......

When Imotru was separated, the figure that should have been sad but always frivolous......

And Vinia's closed eyes many years ago after she slowly lost heat in her arms.

The firelight engulfed everything, and the nightmare of fire under one hoof blushed the fire, a high-pitched hissing that shattered reason and patience.

He completely abandoned the sustaining realm, completely exposing the figures of the two of them fighting in the eyes of everyone. The Bright Dao's extreme sword condensed in his hand, and every blow on Leorik could cut deep marks.

"Are you crazy!"

In the face of Lancelot's tidal attack, Leorick couldn't parry it at all, and he realized how strong the other party really was.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll turn this place into a kingdom of the dead!"

Lancelot didn't answer, and the golden sword light bloomed like fireworks, and a sword slashed his bony hand.

"You can't kill me! It's better than-"

Another sword swept past his waist, and after a sore sound, Leorik was cut off at the waist.

"Ahhh

Leorik roared angrily, and all the gray qi that had been used to fend off the attack dispersed, sweeping away in all directions.

"Since you don't care, let this kingdom be buried for me!"

"You're not qualified!"

Lancelot still ignored it, gathering the last of his strength on the lightsaber, stabbing at the hole in his chest.

"Bell!"

Suddenly, a fiery bone scythe appeared out of nowhere, which was able to block the blow, but the bone scythe also shattered.

There was a muffled snort in the air, and it was obvious that blocking this blow was not a small burden for him.

"Your Excellency told you to leave as soon as possible."

At the same time, a hoarse voice sounded in the ears of Leorik, who was about to fight to the death.

"Hmph."

Leorik snorted coldly, and collected the overwhelming ash again.

Seeing this, the hot figure tore a crack in the air, and was about to drag him away, but unexpectedly, Lancelot suddenly slashed at the location of the two with a sword, and the hidden portal was shattered.

"Where did the bed bugs come from, they smell of sparks."

He stabbed his foe hiding place with a backhand, forcing out a dark red figure like embers.

It seemed to be an elf, as far as Lancelot was concerned, the aura on his body was not inferior to Crito, and his concealment skills were even better, and even he was only slightly aware of the opponent's attack.

The other party's handsome face was covered with charred cracks, like the earth that lacked water and cracked, and his hair flowed like flames.

"Zeragar, it's my honor to fight you."

Zelagar bowed slightly like an elegant gentleman, and the moment he looked up, he was gone.

"Retreat ten miles, someone answers, I'll help you entangle him."

At the same time, Leorick heard such a command. He glanced at the other party, and although he was angry, he did it anyway.

Lancelot rushed towards Leorik the moment Zeragar vanished, but was intercepted by a surprise attack in the middle of the road.

Even if he expanded his perception to the extreme, he couldn't detect the ghostly form of the other party, he didn't even breathe, like a dead man, if it weren't for the faint heat flow that couldn't be concealed before each attack, he might not even be able to predict the opponent's attack.

When did there be such a powerful master, and there was collusion with Leorick?

The lightsaber and the nascent fire scythe were intertwined, and although the quality of the former was much higher than that of the latter, Lancelot could only watch Leorik walk away in the face of the latter's perfect timing and angle.

"Zeragar, right?"

After being disturbed by the other party's annoying pestering, Lancelot calmed down instead.

The pale golden realm opened again, and he gave up chasing Leorik completely, instead focusing on the figure in front of him.

"You will pay for your actions."

Hearing this, although he had expected the strength of the other party, Zelagar still felt a cool breath rushing to the top of his head.

He didn't dare to hold it up, and a new fire sickle appeared in his hand, and his figure disappeared again.

Just before he escaped into the shadows, Lancelot suddenly appeared beside him, and the tip of his sword drew a strange arc, turning over the bone scythe that had come forward to block and landing on Zeragar's left shoulder.

The latter had a hole in his shoulder as the sword poked through it, and the cracked skin cracked, revealing the magma-like flesh and red bones underneath.

"So fast?"

Zelagar was startled, his wrist flipped, and the fire scythe spun rapidly between the two of them, forming a curtain of fire that headed straight for Lancelot's front door. Taking advantage of the latter's evasion, he stroked his shoulders and retreated a lot, leaning on the edge of the field.

The flaming right hand was lowered from his shoulder, and the original wound was suddenly charred black, and the magma-like blood no longer flowed.

As in the battle between Ricky and Gondor, the Assassins eliminated this danger as soon as they bled out.

The two distanced themselves again.

……

On the other side, Brando also faced a difficult opponent.

It looked like an ordinary man hidden in a crowd, dressed as a merchant, very rich, with a big head and a thick neck, the flesh on his chin trembling and trembling, and the back of his neck without the mark of Saffron.

But just as Brando was flying the three Alien Fire Cultists who were spreading flames like a string of sugar gourds, a trace of killing intent struck from behind him.

The realm opened in an instant, and the cold air spread to the sword that was attacking from the shadows. At the same time, the flame attack was launched, and Brando's figure suddenly turned into firelight, scattered like a flying butterfly, and quickly appeared behind the opponent, recondensed into a human form, and then the elven sword stabbed out.

But what surprised him was that the opponent seemed to understand his intention the moment he made a move, and from the moment the Yan Attack was launched, his continuous sword light shrouded him.

And it's also the white crow swordsmanship, which makes him like a turtle shrunk in a thick shell.

"Bell"

The sound of the handover of soldiers was endless, and the two bright long swords intersected, becoming more and more piercing under the cold air.

Brando put his sword back into its sheath and changed to a different way of holding it.

His body was slightly lowered, his right foot took a half step forward, his legs were bowed, and the whole person was like a full bow, and the long sword in the sheath was an arrow on the string.

The scabbard is on the left side of the body, fixed by the left hand, slightly sideways, holding the sword in the right hand, as if using all the strength of the body to pull out the long sword.

The swordsmanship is called Frost Cut, and there are only ten styles in total, each of which is short and deadly.

The silver-glowing sword seemed to be stained with frost, and the trajectory drawn by the swordsman formed an arrow that stabbed into the throat of the enemy.

"Qiang—"

There was another long parry, and the opponent blocked Brando's attack with the same sword technique, but with a faster speed.

Not only that, the middle-aged man's wrist flipped as if it were boneless, and the long sword in his hand turned in a circle like a spirit snake, softly winding up.

An indestructible long sword danced softly in the opponent's hand.

This is jiufenjutsu, born out of the body art of the orc kitten people, whose weak and boneless body allows them to perform all kinds of unbelievable movements.

Knowing that the opponent's sword would "spread" to his wrist if he continued like this, and maybe even the sword would have to be abandoned, Brando's feet kicked and twisted his waist in an incredible arc, and the sword in his hand was wrapped with the other party, just like two well-coordinated dancers performing on the same stage, and their steps and eyes were skillfully seamless.

"Tsk, Silver Moon Slash. There will be a lot. ”

A hint of surprise appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he also twisted the bucket waist and moved.

It's even a point faster than Brando.

Who is this!? How can I do swordsmanship?

In addition to being shocked, he also reacted quickly, launching a flame attack, and his body collapsed again.

This time, however, the enemy had a playful "I knew it" smile on his face.

He raised his hand, and the long sword was quickly clicked, the tip of the sword shaking at a high speed imperceptibly, and each blow would scatter a cluster of sparks, and the movements were as skillful as an old man catching cicadas in the countryside.

The spark was enveloped in sword light, and it didn't take long for most of it to dissipate. The flaming butterflies suffered heavy casualties before they could reach their rightful destination.

As a last resort, Brando's figure condensed again, and his face was a little paler than before.

He never thought that Yan Raid would be cracked like this one day.

The middle-aged man looked at him with interest and said loudly:

"You're a good seedling, if you join the Alien Fire Cult with me—"

In response to him was a more decisive sword light.

"Very good, I like your personality more."

The middle-aged man swung the sword that stabbed at him, bowed slightly, and slapped the tip of the sword on his left chest.

"Remember, the man who killed you is called Van Gaal."

Brando quickly searched through the memories in his head to make sure he hadn't heard of the man.

It's just that when the impression was that humans were still a city-state society, His Excellency Fan Yi, the city lord of Windhelm City, was called the Sword Master of Chopping Vegetables, just because he looked exactly like the chef of the City Lord's Mansion.

He took a deep breath, his sword across his chest, and replied.

"Please also remember that the name of the person who killed you was Brando."

The two swords collided again.