The moment Boron and Houssei were in disarray, Charles III's heart tightened, and an irrepressible sadness welled up in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Lancelot withdrew from the field, allowing himself and Leorick to appear in everyone's view, adding fuel to the chaos at this time.

The latter, in particular, is reminiscent of a terrifying necromancer with its gray aura and hideous skeletal appearance.

Charles III's mind is spinning fast, the terrible dead, the elemental tower, what is the secret between the two?

It occurred to him the tepid rise of the Elemental Towers over the years, and the repeated and subtle hints of replacing the Church of the Word that "never had a miracle......

Could it be......

Boundless fear crept through the king's heart, and the knuckles that clutched the armrest of the throne turned white.

He turned to Chris, the chief priest who was tied up with flowers, and who knelt on the ground in a dejected manner with heavy forbidden shackles on his hands, his lips pursed in disbelief.

"Tell me what the Elemental Tower is trying to do! Where did those monsters come from! ”

The king roared, as if raising his voice at this moment could temporarily suppress the fear in his heart.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this really has nothing to do with the Elemental Tower, it's all Mora, it's the Alien Fire Cult-"

"The Alien Fire Cult? So what? ”

Chris lowered his head and let Charles III's spit spew wildly. Hearing this, he immediately raised his head.

"Yes, yes—"

Suddenly, a golden light pierced the barrier with a wave of heat, passing through the back of his neck and pinning Chris to the ground.

"Ho-ho-"

The High Priest, who had served Yso all his life, was prostrate on the ground, struggling to get up, his hands desperately clutching at his pierced throat.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

The chief of the guard snapped, and the surrounding swordsmen immediately formed a square formation.

Fearing that Chris would also explode like before, his body was kicked open by the head of the guard, and it quickly burned in the air.

The transparent flames on the golden arrow burned his life before turning everything to ashes.

Charles III, who witnessed all this, completely collapsed, and a puddle of fishy, warm liquid dripped down the throne and fell to the ground.

"Back, back! Back to the palace! Open the enchantment! Go back! ”

He shouted in a trembling voice, hoarse at the end.

The chief guard with a long sword at his waist was stunned, and couldn't help but say, "But Your Majesty—"

"Are you deaf! Or are you going to rebel too!? ”

"Yes."

The chief guard hurriedly lowered his head, and the group hurriedly helped the king into the retro carriage next to him.

Everyone assumed that they had not seen the obvious mark on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I ask to stay and continue the fight."

Seeing the king get into the car, the chief guard gritted his teeth and spoke.

"No way!"

Charles III replied categorically.

"Knight Langdon, please be aware of your identity, as the king's chief of staff, do you understand your duties!"

Langdon didn't speak, his head still bowed.

The king's brow furrowed slightly, and the eyes that looked at him became gloomy.

The atmosphere gradually became solemn, especially in such a turbulent and noisy environment, the silence was particularly abrupt.

Seeing this, the third prince next to him hurriedly pushed him and stepped forward and said:

"Your Majesty, Knight Langdon is just concerned about the safety of the people, and he has nothing else to do."

He touched Langdon behind the back, and the look in his eyes signaled him to stop fighting.

"Yes."

The king's tone sounded impatient.

The captain of the guard clenched the scabbard in his hand, the cold on it did not bring a trace of cooling, and his eyes seemed to be the weak beings crying in the flames.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then popped out one sentence at a time.

"Forgiveness—difficulty—obedience—life."

With that, he jerked off the ribbon from his shoulder, bowed deeply to the king, and left.

"Langdon!"

The voice of Charles III rang out from behind.

"I'll give you another chance, it's too late to regret it now."

In response to him was a resolute back.

It's even a little faster.

"Bastard thing!"

The king slapped the car door, and the rotting wood let out an overwhelmed moan, even with the blessing of magic.

"Let's go!"

The group hurried back to the palace in a crowded carriage.

……

On the bell tower on the shore of the Holy Lake, there stood a figure in brown leather armor, a pair of wolf ears sticking out of his head, and two dogs, one hairy and the other hairless, lying at his feet, were biting the corpse of an unrecognizable guard.

There was no doubt that this was Shanes, the King of the Hunters, who put down the golden bow Saffindas in his hand and cursed in his mouth.

"I obviously went aiming at the dead fat man wearing the crown, why did I miss it, I really don't feel comfortable."

As he spoke, he moved his shoulders, explosive power surging under his skin.

He has also come a long way since the last time Imotru said goodbye.

Not only him, but everyone under the command of Garden has improved their strength by leaps and bounds, and if measured by data, they have stepped into the realm of legends hand in hand, especially Zelagal, who is incarnated by Galazer, whose strength is several grades higher than that of ordinary legends.

"Anyway, my job is just to make trouble for the cook, right, but what about the others? Did you fall in love with a certain swordsmanship wizard again, and then indulge in heads-up? It's really hard to partner with this guy......"

"Oh my God, Shanes, are you missing Yetus? Don't, don't you forget how embarrassed you two were last time......"

The hunter muttered to himself, scratching his hair.

"It's all to blame for Olasser, since I had Zeragar, it's like a different person - no, it's like a different bird, and I have to go out in pairs when I go on a mission, so I am forced to partner with the cook. Speaking of which, should I also find a she-wolf or something? Damn, it seems that the hunter Halib hung up before he could get married, and the adults won't abide by this setting and not let me get married, right? ”

He pursed his lips, and suddenly nervously raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Shannes, Shannes, after you got rid of talking to dogs, have you fallen into the bad habit of talking to yourself?"

"Wang—"

When the hairless dog heard the word "dog", he barked at him, and his fleshy face was full of flattery.

"I didn't call you!"

The hunter kicked the hairless dog and looked up at the chaotic Liberty Square.

The panic has spread, and now the entire Morningstar City is in the same chaos as planned.

"Didn't you say that this operation was called 'charcoal grilled ribs', and now the fire is blazing, what about the bones? What about the army of the dead? ”

Shanes had some disgust on his face. He hated working with that skeleton shelf, who had a smell that he hated.

He had briefly soaked in the River Styx after his death in the self-detonation of the two Artes in Imotru, the heavy water that was peeling away his memories at every moment, and the smell of corruption and fish.

Although it is not rich, it is like the of boiling blood, and the aftertaste is endless.

"Wait, isn't the word 'aftertaste' wrong?"

The hunter muttered quietly, and suddenly saw a figure fly out of the most conspicuous golden sphere in the distance.

"No......" his eyes widened.

"I'm not mistaken, someone is about to beat Zeragar's......"

"Wow!"

Burning bones suddenly bit his trouser leg.

"Huh? Someone came looking for me? ”

Shanes put away his golden bow, put on a new pair of severed finger gloves, and pulled out his spear Rikyel.

This was the shadow of an experience, and he still couldn't muster up the courage to touch his beloved spear.

……

When Shanes's arrow came at him just now, only Langdon could see its direction.

Now he was following the scorching breath in the air.

Slowly walking to the vicinity of the bell tower on the shore of the Holy Lake, his heart tightened.

It's about two kilometers away from Liberty Square, what an exaggerated bow it must be?

How strong does it take to pull that bow?

Cheering up, the captain stepped up the spiral steps.

The stone steps are covered with charred footprints, and they look more like dogs than people.

"It's ......"

Suddenly, a fiery shadow swooped down, and he hurriedly swung his sword and slashed at it.

"Bell!"

The sword seemed to slash at the indestructible obsidian, and his mouth tingled.

At this time, Langdon also saw clearly who was sacred.

It was a dog, hairless to be specific, bare and with a fleshy face.

"Whew-"

The vicious dog was struck by the sword and smashed into the stone wall, but roared like a dog, and pounced again.

Langdon hurriedly opened the solid stone field, and the shattered stone wall quickly turned into a shield and stood in front of him.

The manipulation of the elemental nature allows him to fight like a mage for a short time.

"Bang!"

The hastily assembled stone wall was smashed to pieces, but the cushion he wanted had also arrived.

"Die!"

A sword suddenly poked out of the shattered stone, stabbing straight into the mouth of the boiling blood's open blood basin.

It was a full-strength blow that Langdon had been hiding behind the stone wall for a long time.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp bite, and Langdon's longsword was bitten to the pulp by boiling blood, and the remaining half also hit the dog's iron teeth and copper teeth, blunt and blunt.

What the hell is this?

Before he could think, he was knocked headlong by the unabated vicious dog and slammed into the stone wall.

“Gosh，Kagh！ [Orc language: Boiling blood, come back!] 】”

Worst!

Before Landon could react, a sharp object pierced his body.

It was a war spear, wielded by an orc with a scar on his face.

The wolf ears on the top of the other party's head are so conspicuous, but this strength is really terrifying......

It turns out that this is the real murderer behind the scenes, the speed is so fast, there is no time to react.

Feeling the power slipping away, Langdon, who was pinned to the wall, used his last strength to raise the sword in his hand and tried to stab the other party.

But he failed.

A flash of fire flashed, and his sword-raising right hand was severed from his shoulder, and the wound was scorched black.

He didn't even see what weapons the enemy was using.

"Boun, Hag. [Orc: Burning bones, eat. 】”

Shanes threw the severed arm to Burning Bone, and was about to get some information out of the captive's mouth, when suddenly the alarm was in vain.

He didn't have time to think about it, and his body slammed forward to the right, slamming through the wall and fleeing from where he had been standing.

The golden sword light fell from the sky, and the bell tower suddenly split in half, and the fracture was extremely smooth.

Seeing the intruder, especially the corpse he was carrying, Shanes felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Zeragar, it's cold.

That...... Am I almost there?

Burning bones and boiling blood couldn't tell the difference, and when they saw a stranger breaking in, they flew over left and right.

"Boom" two swords, the unpretentious sword light didn't even set off a sound, and the two dogs became four when they landed.

Shanes swallowed, he didn't feel distressed at all. These two elements are probably used to dogs.

But he always felt that something was not right.

What about the cook? What about Olasser? What about pick-up? What about support? What about that rancid skeleton shelf?

Where did you die?

Who is this gray-haired man in front of you?

As if to answer his doubts, a fiery red figure flew from the sky, with a blazing temperature and boundless anger, like a drone that launched a self-detonating attack.

Lancelot turned around calmly as if he had long eyes behind him, his hand raised, his sword fell, and the sword light swept through, as if he had shattered the whole world.

Before Olaser could let out a scream, he split in half and fell, melting two charred pits on the ground.

Although he knew that no matter how many times he died, he would be resurrected by Lord Garden, but-

Boundless fear still crept through Shanes's heart.

This way of dying is also a bit miserable......

As if sensing what he was thinking, Lancelot reached out and pulled out a diamond-shaped crystal that contained a transparent soul.

It was Zeragar.

Shanes' face changed drastically, and he glanced at Olaser, intentionally or unintentionally, and was about to slip away with a sharp kick under his feet.

Lancelot dodged forward, and before he could stab his sword, he saw the wolf-eared orc in front of him fall to the ground one by one, curled up like a river shrimp.

This is?

"Boom-"

There was a loud bang on the left and right, and Rao is Lancelot was also caught off guard, and at the moment of the explosion, he only had time to use the light to protect the severed arm swordsman who was nailed to the wall by the war spear.

From a distance, the entire sacred lake was shrouded in a brilliant firelight, the water of the lake was evaporated, and the statue that originally stood in the center of the lake also evaporated.

Olasser's self-explosion was like a lightweight atomic bomb, which not only completely destroyed the holy lake, but also affected the surrounding buildings, but fortunately, in today's final opener, most of the people of Morning Star gathered in Liberty Square at this time, but it did not cause too many casualties.

At the same time, Van Gaal, who was obsessed with going head-to-head with Brando, suddenly said badly, quickly forced his opponent back, and even twisted his seemingly clumsy body away before he could even say goodbye.

The speed caught Brando off guard.

"Mingming...... He has a lot of advantages, why ......"

The explosions that sounded everywhere also stopped abruptly, and the members of the Alien Fire Cult seemed to have received some instructions, and those who could escape fled, and those who could not escape rushed into the crowd with fire, and were stabbed into a sieve by the long swords stabbing from all directions, and then turned into ashes.

……

About a few minutes ago.

Ten miles away from the Morning Star, in the temporary stronghold of the Alien Fire Cult, Leorik pushed open the door and looked at the red-haired young man in a golden and red nightgown.

He was lazily leaning back in his chair reading a book.

Compared with the down-and-out Leorik, the latter was more like a king, for example, at the moment he was like a languid lion, with a sturdy body, a silky mane that was spotless, and drooping eyelids exuding irresistible majesty.

Leorik knew that it was what people called Duke Garden of Ashes, but he still didn't have a good face.

"Yo, our 'king' has escaped?"

Garden raised his eyelids and teased, his meanness was as bad as ever.

"Look at the way you look, the injury is not light, and Neudra's strength is not very good."

"The opponent is an old acquaintance of mine." Leorik said in a mocking tone: "You should care about those subordinates who care about you, Lancelot is not something that any cat or dog can deal with." ”

At this moment, Olasser's voice erupted from afar, as if to confirm his words.

"You're right, they're 'coming home' in another way." Garton stood up and tore open a portal with his hand, revealing a sea of fire on the opposite side.

"By the way, my new palace is very hot, you won't melt, will you?" He asked as he stepped into one foot and suddenly turned back.

"Hmph."

Leorik followed suit.