The insane, tyrannical, and incomparably vast shadow energy that had gathered the entire Dawn City began to vent towards the ground after completely drowning this treasure trove.

Rumble!

Boom!

Another roar.

In the City of Dawn, the royal palace of the royal family of San Ceanda disappeared.

Not only the royal palace of the royal family of Santa Seanda, but also the military parade in front of the palace, the square where the banquet was held, and the barracks where the forbidden army was stationed nearby, as well as the twenty-four arrow towers and all the inner city buildings with it, disappeared.

A crater with a depth of 100 meters and a diameter of more than 1,000 meters appeared in the ground.

The remnants of shadow energy were still raging, bringing with them a shivering cold wind.

The black cloak was completely gone, the dark red leather armor was in tatters, and only half of the demon's family crest remained.

Blood flowed from the corners of the Burning Marquis's mouth.

His hands pinched Reinhold's neck, and the afterglow of the demonic flames made Reinhold feel suffocated and dead, but the palm of the Burning Marquis was powerless to clench a point.

Because......

A long sword composed entirely of shadows pierced through the Burning Marquis's. Chest. Mouth.

After several changes, when the goal is clear, how could Reinhold not make some targeted arrangements.

Especially after acquiring the body of Reinhold.

Some targeted arrangements are inevitable.

But Reinhold was by no means easy.

Even with a brand-new body, a powerful, and potential bloodline, he was almost dead.

Reinhold knew his form.

Knowing that he had to rest and take the healing potion, Reinhold didn't dare to let go of the hand holding the shadow sword.

Because, he knew very well, as soon as he relaxed, he would die immediately.

"Unexpected?"

Reinhold, who was pinched by the throat, said with difficulty.

"Hmph."

The Marquis of Burning snorted coldly and did not answer.

Even if you disdain, you can't.

The injuries on both sides, from the outside, are much more serious than the incomplete and broken Reinhold, but in fact, there is a special force raging in the body of the Burning Marquis.

The internal organs, muscles, and bones of the Burning Marquis were all damaged to varying degrees, and this was already the result of the Burning Marquis mobilizing all the power of the bloodline to fight against it.

But compared to his own injuries, the Marquis of Burning was more concerned about St. Seanda XI.

From the moment the shadow energy erupted, St. Seanda XI became looming in the perception of the Burning Marquis, as if a person had completely disappeared from vision, but the shadow was still eerie.

However, what made the Marquis of Burning more concerned was ......

Dangerous!

A strong aura of danger permeated the heart of the Burning Marquis.

It made him have a bad premonition.

Reinhold had no such perception.

After gaining a new body, his strength itself has been greatly reduced, and after experiencing the 'explosion' just now, Reinhold, whose strength has weakened again, has only one enemy in his eyes: the Burning Marquis.

As for St. Seanda XI?

In Reinhold's eyes, St. Seanda XI must have died.

Reinhold did not believe that St. Seanda XI was still alive.

Even if Santa Seanda XI opened the secret treasury of the royal family in advance.

In the treasures of the royal family of San Seanda, there are absolutely no props to resist the power of the gang.

The 'crown of heads' is naturally resistant.

But if St. Seanda XI could use the 'Crown', he wouldn't have been obscure for so many years, or if any of the Burning, Dawn, and Santa Seanda royal families in the current copy world could use the 'Crown', there would be no follow-up.

And the 'secret key'?

It's even more impossible.

As its name suggests, it is the key to the 'grave', not the shelter.

Anyone who wants to get into it won't end well.

"Look at which of us has the greatest life...... Belch! ”

Reinhold looked at the Burning Marquis fiercely.

Unfortunately, before the words were finished, the head was cut off.

A sharp sword swept through Reinhold's neck with a cold light, and several fingers of the Burning Marquis were cut off.

"Oops, sorry, I was hurt by mistake."

In a slick voice without any sincerity, San Seanda XI, sword in hand, appeared in front of the Burning Marquis, looking at the Burning Marquis with a cargo-like look.

Such a feeling naturally made the Burning Marquis uncomfortable.

But what made the Burning Marquis even more uncomfortable was the breath of San Theanda XI.

The original San Seanda XI was already an old man, perhaps scheming, but he was quite old, but the San Seanda XI in front of him gave the feeling of the Marquis of Burning that it was the breath of a young man.

What's even more strange is that this feeling that should be conflicting gives people just the right amount of appropriateness, as if seeing an old man with a young mentality.

But the more this is the case, the more uncomfortable the Burning Marquis becomes.

Seems......

Saw some kind of monster in human skin.

"Come back here again...... It's really nostalgic. ”

"Although I knew that this treasure house would definitely be destroyed from the moment I built it again, but if it really broke, I still felt a little reluctant."

St. Seanda XI said as he looked around at the mess.

"Who are you?!"

The Marquis of Burning asked in a deep voice.

"Who am I?"

"You can call me St. Seanda VI."

"You can also call me 'Son of the Moon'."

"You can also call me ...... 'broker.'"

In the voice of the 'broker' containing evil taste, he clenched the hilt of the long sword composed of shadow energy, not caring about the erosion of shadow energy at all, and just exerted force upward.

Burst!

Half of the Burning Marquis's body was sliced open.

Blood spurted out.

The 'broker' raised his hand to catch a streak of blood.

After sniffing lightly, he sighed as if intoxicated.

"Amazing demon's blood, the dirtiest. One of the filthy blood. ”

"It is also indispensable material for the resurrection of the wicked."

The 'broker' seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be explaining.

A puddle of meat mud appeared in front of the 'broker' out of thin air.

"You want to resurrect him?"

With the strength of his bloodline, the Burning Marquis, who had been cut open to the small half of his body, looked at everything in front of him for a long time.

Based on the residual power of the flesh, the Burning Marquis could conclude that this was the Assassin's flesh that had been blown apart, but why the person in front of him did so puzzled the Burning Marquis.

"Hmm."

"Of course I'm going to resurrect him."

"After all, I have arranged so much just to resurrect him!"

"For the sake of my 'paradise', we need to speed up, or the guy who gets in the way will appear."

The 'broker' replied unconcernedly.

It's like the resurrection consciousness set up by the 'broker'.

Everything is so spontaneous. Sex.

But it's so effective.

In the dim and disgusting light, the flesh of the 'extreme' began to squirm.

As if alive, the flesh crawled towards the Burning Marquis, the torso being the first to be covered.

Then, there are the limbs.

Finally, there are the heads.

Looking at the half-covered head, the 'broker' let out a soft grunt of anticipation.

The soft hum should be a tune.

With a sense of cheerfulness, just like the mood of the 'broker' at this time.

Immediately, however, the cheerful mood of the 'broker' was completely destroyed.

A thick lightsaber that pierced the darkness of dawn.

With an unstoppable momentum, it fell from the sky.

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