Acoste pointed to Mirkor's side, and in the corner of the clock tower there was a mountain of corpses piled up, and if you were an attentive person, you would notice something strange about them......

First of all, all of these corpses were women, and secondly, all of these corpses had a bowl-sized wound cut open on their stomachs......

"Oh, those corpses aren't enough for you to tell who I am, are they?" Mirko never looked back, but the King of Bones saw Acoste's movements as if he had eyes in his back.

"It's true, it's impossible to associate your identity from here, but before I went to sea this time, I happened to meet Gray's wife, Clea, who was just an ordinary woman, but she didn't die from the poison and curse, and she gave birth to an abnormal life form in her belly." The half-elf sword master showed a confident smile,

"I guess she must be carrying your heir in her belly......"

"Huo!"

Mirko spun around quickly, and a breathtaking light erupted from the dark yellow skull, staring at Acoste.

However, Acoste was unaware of it, and continued to reason on his own.

"These dead women are all unable to withstand your divine power, and cannot be abandoned by you as a suitable container, you must be like the god of killing, Baal, who prepared for his fall in advance."

"If you knew that it would cause such consequences, why did you steal the fate tablet of God Io in the first place?"

Mirkor's doppelganger gasped, its fierce gaze flickering......

"You shouldn't know so many things, mortal." The King of Bones looked at the Half-Elf Sword Master in disbelief, "Which god told you this, no." Aside from Baal and Bane, even Safras, the god of prophecy, is a weak god who can't predict our actions......"

"How do I know, you ask? I'll be honest with you, because I'm from the future through a time tunnel. Acoste looked at each other with a sincere expression, and the half-elf dared to swear to the sky that this was definitely the most sincere he had ever been to outsiders since his adventure.

"Hehe, since you refuse to tell the truth. I had to let me kill you and extract it from your soul. It's a pity that Mirko didn't buy the Half-Elf Sword Master's tent at all, it reached out and shook it into the void, and a bone scythe that exuded the breath of the endless dead suddenly appeared in its palm.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, you're just a doppelganger, let me guess, your doppelganger should have the strength of a 25-30 career level and have a divine origin, but it's a pity that after you transferred all these things to Cleya's stomach. How much strength do you have left to fight? Acoste burst out laughing as if he had heard some ridiculous joke when he heard Mirkor's words, and he pointed at his nose and mocked him, the feared Mirkor......

"But it's enough to kill you as a mortal." The soul fire in the skeleton of the Bone King became in a trance, and Mirko knew that the other party's purpose was to provoke him, but it was understandable that Acoste was telling the truth......

Already foreseeing his fall, Mirko did send one of his most powerful clones to the White Keep, but in order to ensure the safety of his heir, and to be able to resurrect his heir in the future. Mirko is the one who separates all the divinity, the divine power. The godhead and part of the godhood were poured into Cleya's abdomen, and now this doppelganger really has nothing left, maybe the current strength is not even comparable to that of a legendary professional......

"If you're so confident, what are you waiting for?" Seeing that Mirko had no intention of taking the initiative, the Half-Elf Sword Saint slowly walked towards the other party.

With each step Acoste, the black flames surrounding him became more powerful. The momentum is also climbing......

"If you don't do it, you're welcome......"

The Half-Elf Sword Master came to a distance of about 5 meters from the King of Bones, suddenly revealed a meaningful smile, and stepped the ground with his left foot......

"Boom ......"

A wave of qi spread out in place, and the entire Silent Bell seemed to vibrate twice with the half-elf's foot. In the same place where Acoste stood, there were countless cobweb-like fissures extending outward......

"Ding...... Mirko held his dead scythe in front of him, and a red-glowing one-handed sword slashed at the scythe......

"Bang......" A metal grinding sound tearing eardrums, the two of them held on for a moment, Mirkor's thin body took two steps back, and the half-elf swordmaster also flew upside down, but Acoster seemed to be unforgiving, only to see his left hand pointed at the King of Bones, and the black flames around him immediately condensed into a thick pillar of fire as if it were alive and attacked Mirkor's position.

Mirko stretched out his bony fingers and made a few strange gestures, and a gray-white transparent wall suddenly appeared out of thin air, blocking himself and the black flames.

"......"

There was a popping sound when cold water was poured into the boiling oil, and a large number of bubbles appeared as soon as the black flame and the wall of the dead came into contact, and both of them died quickly in the collision, and in the end, the black flame was on par with the wall of the undead.

A large amount of mist filled the space in the attic on the top floor of the Silent Bell, blocking the view of both sides......

"Are you still pretty good?" A cold voice like a grim reaper appeared behind Mirkor, and Mirko couldn't help but feel a surge when he heard this voice, and without thinking about it, he swung his scythe and slashed backwards, trying to force back the half-elf swordmaster who slipped behind him at some point......

But as if he didn't see the scythe of the dead, which was about the size of his own, Acoste clutched the Frost Sorrow and the Ash Bringer and slashed it down......

"Stinging ......" "Boom ......"

Acoste was struck by Mirkor's hard blow, and flew like a cannonball out of his chest, slamming through the mottled walls of the Silent Bell and flying straight out of the tower.

Mirkor, on the other hand, was cut off by the Half-Elf Sword Master, and his entire bone arm fell to the ground, turning into a cloud of bone meal and dissipating into the air............ (To be continued.) )