Surya was a little hesitant, she was worried that it was a trap for the other party - such as the six-petal flame flower at the beginning. So he didn't move forward.

However, just as she hesitated, the flaming bird suddenly moved!

For a moment, it seemed that everything around it had dimmed, except for the flying bird, which was all red and had golden flames, turned into a golden line that pierced the air and shot straight towards Surya.

The girl hurriedly placed the sword in front of her chest, and then a huge force passed down the blade, pushing her back several steps.

"So powerful?"

Surya was a little surprised, the sword of courage had been deformed, and it had been knocked out of the protrusion of a bird's head under the heat and impact.

And the price the culprit paid was only a scream of pain, and then he shook his feathers and flew again, looking like a bird that had nothing to do.

"Fortunately, Mr. Shans is well prepared."

The girl's wrist flicked, and a pale brown wooden sword as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in her hand, like a piece of waxed wood, but it emitted a soft shimmer.

This is Lancelot's sword, forged from the trunk of the sacred tree Imotru.

"Come on."

The girl flicked lightly on the sword, and a circle of ancient breath swayed faintly with the sound of the sword, and the invisible ripples made the meditative Lina frown. She felt the elements around her come alive more than a notch, as if the sound wave had breathed new life into them.

It's like...... Elementals come to life?

Elements also have life? Just kidding.

……

In the royal family's closed viewing room, only Leorik and Grace sat down. This is also Lorain's arrangement, he hopes that Leorik can make a note of Suria's face, and then help him get the "swordsmanship instructor" behind her.

Leorik stared at the girl on the field who was wielding a wooden sword and fighting with a small phoenix, and he was a little distracted, and he didn't even notice that Grace next to him was glaring at him angrily.

In a trance, he seemed to see Arthur back then, with the same blonde hair and purple eyes, the same long hair coiled back his head, and the same expression of unyielding defeat on his face.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Grace - the same descendant, why is Venia's descendant so crooked.

"Hey, what do you see me doing?!" Grace was dissatisfied: "Do you still expect me to help you deceive that little girl?" I'm telling you, the old lady is gone! Although she is a shameless Empire, and her ancestors and mine have fought together, I will not let your plot succeed! ”

Tsk, it's really crooked melons and cracked dates. Yoni's descendants are so bad that she has not inherited the temperament and ancient manners of the Jones family at all.

"Hey—"

Grace waved her hand angrily. "Are you laughing at me for being self-conscious! Believe it or not, I'm going to jump out right now and shout, 'Leorik is here, come and see!'" ”

Leorik didn't say anything, the invisible chains shook, and Grace was tied up in a twist.

"Be quiet, if you still want to see Damien."

Grace, who was still struggling, suddenly looked at him in a daze as if she had been hit hard, and pursed her lips.

"You...... What did you say? Danita ...... He's alive? ”

Leorik realized that he had slipped out, but that didn't matter.

"Please, please tell me...... Where is he? Grace struggled to crawl up to Leorik, looked up and pleaded, "Is he doing?" Does he have a new lover? Yes, can you take me to meet him? Just look at it from afar, please......"

Leorik turned his head and saw a face full of tears, and his heart trembled (or soul fire, to be exact).

"Please......"

It's noisy.

Leolek shut her mouth and tossed her aside, continuing to keep an eye on the situation.

As the minutes ticked by, the air was quiet and a little scary, and he couldn't help but glance at Grace again.

The usually naughty and eccentric girl cried into tears at the moment, and she struggled to crawl over in the corner, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain made Leorik upset for a while.

This crying look is exactly the same as Venia's.

He forced himself not to look at the face that was somewhat similar to Venia's.

The dead should not think of this again, Venia is dead, and even the master of Nilverheim says so, she has become part of the River Styx.

Neither of them noticed one thing—as the wooden sword in Surya's hand swung again and again, more and more surging elements were activated in the air, and the trunk of Imotru could still play its due role even if it was made into a long sword. So the newly-born surging elements began to jump and run freely.

As two souls from Heru, Leorik and his wife were immersed in the surging elements all day long, so they were particularly close to the latter, and they became the objects of their pursuit. So he didn't even notice it, and the elements on the martial arts arena gradually converged here.

It wasn't until a sound as warm as water, completely inaudible that he realized that there was an extra person in the room.

"It's been a long time."

Leorik turned around suddenly, and although the appearance of the person in front of him had changed drastically, the familiar feeling quickly made him realize who it was!

Anger and hatred caused him to lose his mind instantly, and the temperature around him plummeted, and ice slag appeared in the air that was visible to the naked eye.

"Lancelot!"

In the face of Leorick's anger, Lancelot's expression remained the same.

Why are you so angry? Shouldn't I be the one to be angry? ”

"You're talking too much!!"

The burly former king stepped forward and swung his fist at Lancelot with unstoppable force.

There was a muffled "bang", and the huge punch was firmly caught by Lancelot, but he also took a half step back, stepping on a depression under his feet.

An invisible ripple swung out from the junction of the two fists, and was about to touch the wall when it was blocked by the golden barrier.

From the moment Lancelot stepped into this room under the guidance of the elements, his realm had opened. Therefore, from the outside, it can only be seen that the viewing booth seems to have been shaken by something.

"Lancelot!!"

Leorick gritted his teeth and read the other party's name, the cloak on his body was hunting, the fist that was stopped by the other party was still exerting force, and even with the protection of the domain, the depression under Lancelot's feet was still expanding.

The latter's calm face suddenly flashed with a hint of anger.

"Angry—"

His left hand, which had caught the punch, suddenly stepped back and swung it in the opposite direction, striking Leorik in the chest as he lost his center of gravity.

"Isn't it—"

His voice grew louder and louder, and his left arm slammed completely into the armor on his opponent's chest, making a loud "bang", and the latter's burly body was completely lifted off the ground.

"Do I !!"

The usually suave Lancelot suddenly turned into a raging beast, roared and threw his foe out, kicked his feet, caught up with Leorik in mid-air, and smashed his fist on his armor.

His questioning continued.

"You-"

Leorik was struck by the blow on the barrier, causing a ripple to ripple, and the bursting fist caused a hole in his armor to crack, revealing a skeleton burning with soul fire.

"Why-"

Cracks in his armor spread like cobwebs, exposing most of his skeletal body to the air

"Anger!"

"Click", like glass shattering, the golden flames escaping from Lancelot's fist completely shattered his armor, and even the frost on the skeleton turned into white gas and escaped. As for the scarlet tattered cloak, it had long since been destroyed by the golden flames.

"Answer me!"

He stepped on his opponent's chest and pulled off his brass mask, revealing a skeletal face with ice ballast, and his empty eyes were flickering with soul fire, exuding bursts of chill.

"Answer me!!"

A dazzling golden light bloomed from Lancelot's hand, and the skeletal face in front of him sneered and snorted, like winter snow meeting the sun.

"Why are you angry? Why! ”

With a final roar, the golden light molded into a long sword that pierced Leoric's skull, and then merged with the barrier, nailing the latter to the barrier.

"Answer me."

Lancelot seemed to suddenly calm down, grabbed the other man's shoulder, and ripped him off the lightsaber. The lightsaber and the skeleton rubbed all the way, and the extinguished ghost fire and golden flames intertwined like sparks from the collision of metal.

"Your Majesty Leoric, why did you come back and become such a ghost?"

He grasped Leorek's broad skeleton like a thin boy holding a stuffed animal that was larger than himself in one hand.

"Finally willing to tell the truth?"

Leorick's hollow voice sounded in a shadowy voice, and the blow just now didn't seem to have any effect on him.

The ghostly fire spread throughout his body, and his armor and clothing were all melted away, leaving only a skeleton. As the flames spread, a pitch-black dragon scale appeared on his chest, and a trace of gray aura poured out of it, gathering into countless poisonous snakes and rolling towards Lancelot.

Seeing this, Lancelot was forced to let go and take a step back, golden flames erupting from his body, entangled with gray qi.

As if provoked, the gray gas was so bright that it filled almost the entire room.

Glice, who had cowered in the corner and watched in horror all this, suddenly realized that the power of this gray breath was so familiar—there was always such a remnant in the sea at Niforheim, every time Nioudra swept away.

But compared to the terrifying remnants of power, the power in front of him was so pure that it was as if Niudra herself had descended, and just looking at it made it feel like the soul was about to wither and be devoured......

The golden light on Lancelot's body also seemed to feel a strong hostility, and he automatically launched a counterattack, and soon occupied half of the room, showing a situation where water and fire were incompatible.

"It's not your strength, what did you sacrifice this time." He asked in a deep voice.

Leoric's skeletal face was expressionless, but his tone was rather sarcastic. "What do you think I have besides this broken body and soul? Do you think that everyone is like you, born to be a 'divine favorite', and there is no need to pay a price for gaining power? ”

"I've never felt how honorable the title of 'Divine Favored' is, it's a responsibility, not an honor."

"Enough! Do you know how much I hate your 'pretentious' look? Leorik suddenly roared loudly, "It's as if you are a god from above, looking down on me, looking down on everything in your eyes!" Do you think you're helping me? You're charity! Self-righteous charity!

"You are such a hypocrisy! Affectation! Disgusting people! ”

Hearing his words, Lancelot laughed instead, laughing like a stream thawing in a warm spring, rolling up waves with ice ballast, without a trace of temperature.

"There is one thing you said wrong, the 'Divine Favor' also has to pay a price for gaining power, such as everything I have lost now. In the same way, your obsession to this day is one of the costs.

"Whatever I do, you think it's charity, hypocrisy, artificiality, Leoric, do you think that if it weren't for me, you would be this 'god's favor'?"

"Isn't it!" Leorik vented his anger uncontrollably. "The first thing Sister Oumar saw was me! But you shook and stepped forward and hugged her legs! And then the one who was taken away became you! You took it all away! You owe it to me! The 'Divine Favor' should have been me! ”

"No, you're wrong, Leoric." Lancelot said softly, "It's not someone else who makes the choice, it's yourself."

"Actually, the first person Granny Oumar took a look at was you, and she said that you are more suitable than me to be a hero, a hero who can change the fate of the race. However, when I was less than a year old, you babbled forward, and you showed more vigilance and disgust than that age - she said that your eyes were like a cold-blooded beast, unwilling to trust anyone around you, and would lose control once you gained great power, and warned me not to trust you too much.

"I've always been obedient to her, but I lied about it."

Lancelot looked at his former brother with a cold gaze.

"It turns out how wrong I was, she never looked at the wrong person, you are a beast, a beast without reason, willing to be driven by desire, and I, too, paid the price."

After hearing this, Leorik was not moved at all, but sneered.

"What a ridiculous victor's gesture, if you say this to me from the throne outside now, maybe it will make me lose my mind, but it's a pity that you, like me, have been completely forgotten by this group of fools."

He reached out and grabbed the scales floating on his chest, and the gray qi condensed into a large bone cross sword, the hilt of which was made of white bone thorns.

"Let's play a game, just like many years ago, I'm in charge of killing, you're in charge of saving, and see how many more people you can save this time.

"His Excellency Lancelot Morningstar, the self-proclaimed 'Divine Favorite'."

After speaking, he roared angrily, and all the gray qi around his body gathered on the bone sword, and then slashed down heavily, as if tearing the frontal space.

Not only that, but a huge whirlpool formed above the viewing tent, more exaggerated than when the hurricane hit before, and the whole room was buzzing.

Although most of the people outside were attracted by the situation on the field, there were still a few who noticed the abnormality here, but because of the majesty of the three princes, no one dared to say anything.

A wrinkled baroness looked at the tent in amazement, covered her mouth with her hand with a ruby ring, and exclaimed:

"Honey, look what that is......"

The baron glanced at it, and immediately understood, and said with some disdain on his face: "These impudent royal ......"

However, in the next second, a nightmare struck.

After a loud bang, a crack appeared on the roof of the spectator battle, and a gray sword qi tens of meters long extended from the bone sword that poked out of it, as if splitting the entire world in half, and the viewing platform close at hand shattered like tofu.

The baroness, who didn't have time to dodge, could only watch the sword qi attack, and instantly lost their eyes, like stupid wood, stiff and fell to the ground. At the same time, a pale transparent soul emerged from the corpse, grimacing and screaming, scrambling to pounce on the living people around it.

The sudden upheaval made the whole square quiet for a moment, and then the huge panic spread rapidly, and the people in the vicinity began to flee desperately, and the well-wishers in the distance instead stretched their necks to see what was going on, and for a time the screams of women and the cries of children were intertwined, and the entire Freedom Square fell into chaos.