The voices that had been in his memory countless times, the voices that he had longed for in despair countless times, when they exploded in his mind again, there was only fear left for Opicles.

The hybrid watched in horror in the direction Canranta was coming from, whether it was the swing of the Solar Tomahawk or the Warblade, it didn't matter anymore. He was fully on guard against the attacking enemy, but in the panic in his heart, he seemed to be full of mistakes.

Canranta attacks Opicles with her clumsy swordplay, but it is unusually effective.

Just as Blastworm is inherently capable of restraining strong defenses, Canranta restrains his son, even if he is a vigilant person who takes a long time to kill even a jumping worm, even if his son is a hybrid that can deal with many fanatics at once.

Canranta leaps high in the middle of the charge, and then slashes Opicris's head with a blade in his hand, but the blade eventually slashes his arm due to his overly sloppy swordplay - a ridiculous attack that is like a great enemy to Opicles, and the heroic stories he once heard as a child are now a vicious curse that binds his legs and feet. He never thought that the father he was facing was actually a warrior with broken feet, but always regarded him as a hero.

A single knife fell, along with the catapult psionic launcher, Opicles' arm was slashed directly off, and the intense pain stimulated the nerves of the final hybrid, and the warrior stared at the purifier in front of him and swung his own light blade.

The overwhelming force directly broke Canranta's block, and in an instant, the shield was torn apart, and the entire body was torn in half - it was thrown into the air, and the body of the vigilant person was quickly reconstructed.

"You traitor! You have betrayed all of us! ”

The reconstructed Canranta shouted heartbreakingly, pointing at his former son, now a monster, but suddenly, he pointed his sharp finger at a fanatic beside Opicles: "Stop! It's my battle! ”

It was a battle between father and son......

The Zealots were aware of their relationship, of course, but because of their relationship and the extreme danger of this hybrid monster, the Zealots hesitated to turn the fight over to such a vigilant. After the communicator on his arm flickered, the fanatic chose to give up the fight.

Colora Leon acquiesced to this glorious battle of Canranta.

Large forces surrounded the arena of the two little men so that the cunning hybrid would not wreak havoc in a battle for glory.

"You have turned your back on all glory, for what? For the mutilation of your fellow citizens! ”

Canranta attacks Opicles' brain with the most vicious language of the astral spirits, and the hybrid's heart is at peace.

Of course, he knew his ultimate fate, and surrounded by countless Dharam Star Spirits, he fought a glorious duel with his father—in fact, the glory of this duel did not belong to him, but to his father. His ultimate fate was death. Or captured.

Canranta roared and charged, and after letting his sanity return to his brain, Opicis was no longer restrained by Canranta, and he easily slapped the vigilant away with his rounded palm. Just the second charge of Canranta was flapped away, and the vigilant's body was completely destroyed.

He had already refactored in a short period of time and could not reconstruct again.

Duel ugly horse, Atanis, who had intended to end the farce quickly and wanted to understand why Opicis would turn into a hybrid, had an excuse to end the duel, and he connected to Colora Leone, the executive of the purifiers, with a communicator.

"Colora Leone, put an end to this farce. According to the strength of Canranta, this duel will take a hundred years. ”

The personality is reloaded into a body, and the reborn Canranta joins the fray again, only to be blown away once again.

"No, this is a duel that belongs to glory, and it is also a ceremony of glory. Although it is indeed an ugly farce, it deserves to be taken seriously when it comes to glory. ”

Colora Leon blocked Atanis's path, and although he was the archbishop of the Star Spirit, he could never avoid these values of the Star Spirit—the beautiful homeland of El, the Kara of the united people, the glory of battle, and the love of his countrymen.

Artanis is still righteous, but his heart has long been turned upside down.

And somewhere in the battle, the second person who was promoted to the second level, Alanak, touched Phoenix's side: "Oh roar, the purifiers can't be killed like Xiaoqiang." ”

Aranak still has a bad habit of mocking people when he sees them, and Phoenix, who has a good temper, never treats him well, but he can't refute it. The searchlight-like pupil line appeared in the corner of Aranak's line of sight with the turn of the skull, and then quickly twisted back.

"Maybe you should lend him your prototype body so he can win."

Aranak did all sorts of things on the Spear of Arden but didn't make any big deals, firstly because he had to rely on the eldest son of the gods to obtain the status of a high lord, and secondly, because he had the powerful Phoenix always keeping an eye on him. If Phoenix lent the prototype, although it was still very strong, it would not be so valued by Alanak.

The Purifier warrior glanced at Aranak again, then continued to stare at the duel that seemed to never stop.

Finally, after losing the body of the sixth vigilante, the physically and mentally exhausted Canranta finally realizes that she will eventually fall before the traitor, and after realizing this, Canranta sends a plea to the purifier executive Colora Leon.

"My lord, I need more support......"

"But this is a glorious battle that belongs to you, and once you let others participate, your glory, your bloody duel of shame, will be wiped out."

Colora Leone is indeed right, for the sake of glory, Canranta can do anything, and let it interfere in a duel, Canranta is absolutely unacceptable.

"Copy my personality and get more of me into the fight."

There is no big problem with copying a personality many times, and the attachment and uploading of the personality is to copy and paste again and again, although each copy and paste will cause a slight change in the personality, but this trace is too small. So Colora Leone did not hesitate to accede to Canranta's request.

He also thought that although this duel was glorious, it was indeed a farce.

One by one, Canranta the Vigilant rushed into the battlefield, carrying the glory and sorrow of the Purifier, and stabbed the blade in his hand towards Opicles.

A mixture of pathos waved its arms at the watchers.

(End of chapter)