"Then stay with him for a minute." Night Kite said.

Then she lifted her hand neatly, palmed it down, and pressed it lightly, as she had done so many years ago.

But the incomparably violent forces collided violently because of this pressure. The blonde man felt a real amount of pressure. It was as if a giant hammer had fallen from the sky, breaking through his powerful realm and striking him straight at him.

There were countless tiny debris floating around him—each of which could be turned into the deadliest weapon of his mind. But at this moment, the debris seemed to suddenly feel the effect of gravity again, and with a low roar and dust mist, they all fell back to the ground.

The blonde's eyes widened at this moment—he felt a wave of heat in his body. It was as if someone had stuffed a nuclear reactor into his body, and every cell of him began to rub violently, because the friction generated heat, and it was about to burst him alive!

This is the power of the real king!

"You guys give me death first!!" Furious and frightened, the blonde man directly targeted Victoria and Yan Weizi. The debris that fell to the ground gathered again like a python, and with a sharp pop as it tore through the air, it swept towards the two hostages.

The tinker seems to have been overlooked. In fact, he was hiding in the ruins at the feet of the blonde man right now, and he regretted it so much that he forgot about the pain in his chest. He swore that if he could return alive tonight, he would be a quiet citizen from now on, and never get involved in such a thing again—this was the world of the gods, and he felt like an ant!

But the problem was that he saw the eyes of the blonde man at the same time—a terrible look from the madman who had lost his mind. The implication is obvious.

Stop that girl, or you'll die!"

What else can be done? Between "dying immediately" and "dying perhaps", the tinker chose the latter. He mustered up the courage to stand up and found some distortion in the space.

Victoria and Yan Weizi's first jump was blocked. The qiē happened between the lightning and flint - when she hit the spot of light that appeared out of thin air, stirring up the star, the whistling viper had already engulfed the figures of the two men.

The blonde laughed heartily and pointed to the night kite, "You all have to give me a funeral!" ”

However, his smile froze on an almost hideous face.

Because he saw a scene that was inconceivable to him.

Rong Shu gently placed Victoria beside him, and helped Yan Weizi to sit on a broken concrete poured roof slab. He looked at Victoria with a loving and focused look in his eyes, as calm as a father looking at his wounded little daughter in his living room.

He was stunned, and subconsciously went to look at the tinker beside him, wanting to vent all his anger on him.

However, he noticed that the tinker was also in a daze. He maintained the position in which he had previously activated his abilities. A hand reached forward slightly. His eyes were staring intently at a certain place in the void, and his expression was like a great enemy.

Then, before he could figure out what was really going on, a thin dark red line appeared around the tinker's neck. The thin thread expanded into a terrible crack in the blink of an eye—his head tumbling to the ground. Blood erupted like a ceremonial flower, bent into several strange arcs by the action of the gravitational field.

The tinker's headless body fell to the ground. Blood flowed down the cracks in the soil.

And Sakae gently covered Victoria's eyes. Said in a low and gentle voice, "Don't look. ”

Then he raised his head and calmly looked at the blonde man. "Fifty-two seconds left." ”

"You ......," the blonde man said just one word. Then it shot straight into the sky like a cannonball. A wave of earth was set off from his original foothold, and several people splashed over his head and face.

He's going to run.

Because he is aware of the ...... who is here today There are three royal ranks. He didn't even have time to think about why his luck was so bad.

But the popping followed. The night kite and Yu Qingqing rose into the sky almost at the same time, pulling out two bright tail flames in the air. The blonde man only had time to rise a few dozen meters. Then he found that the air in front of him suddenly turned a fiery red. It was as if someone had smeared a brush in the void and created a large area of lava that looked like flowing water. But this thing was even more terrifying than lava - the air had been turned into plasma by night kites.

He stopped his castration, and finally a mouthful of blood spurted out of his chest.

The vomit seemed to drain most of his strength, and he felt that he could no longer resist the heat in his body that was desperate to cook him, let alone fly away under the pursuit of the two kings.

So he reflexively flew towards the two men, gritting his teeth like a wounded lone wolf. His body underwent a terrible change in this instant, and his originally strong muscles seemed to have been eroded by the rapid erosion of time, and they dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye. His cheeks began to sunken, and his expression was made more horrible by the withering of flesh and bones.

At this time, he didn't even say a word more, and there was only one thought in his heart.

Since you can't leave, I really want you to come to the funeral!

The air around him hissed sharply, but quickly became hoarse, eventually forming a thick fog. All of them were centered on him, collapsing rapidly. The air atomizes, liquefies, and finally solidifies in a very short time. "Snow" began to drift around him, and "snow" turned into ice again—into ice crystals that spread rapidly in the void, as if a huge, crystalline heart appeared in mid-air, but it was about to absorb a bit of light around it.

The bloody king is desperate at the last moment of his life.

Looking at the sky from the ground, the snow-white "heart" is not bright. It seems that the surrounding light is absorbed by it, and a large space becomes a comical convex mirror. Eiki could even see distorted images of the ground in mid-air, and his wife and former adopted daughter were slowed down by the terrible attraction - they wanted to get out of the oppressive area, but no matter how hard they tried, their bodies slowly approached the center.

The wind is up. It was a terrible whirlwind that blew from the flat ground in an instant. The fragments that once made up the wooden house turned into eerie and towering serpents. Raise your head from the ground and rush towards the center of the gravitational field.

The air was rushing towards the king who had unleashed his full life potential. Eiki began to feel as if his body was about to be blown up by a strong wind.

Victoria's eyes widened and she gripped Eiki's hand tightly.

"Dad!" There was a cry in her voice, "Look—what to do!" ”

But she didn't notice that her father was righteous. When she became more anxious, grabbed her father's arm and began to shake violently, and told him that the figures of his mother and Yu Qingqing were almost out of sight, she finally heard what her father was reading-

“…… Fifty-eight, fifty-nine. ”

Then she felt her father's figure flicker slightly, as if in a video of not so good quality, the characters were stuck.

The next moment, she found that her mother and Yu Qingqing had appeared by her father's side.

Warm tears welled up in Victoria's eyes and flew into Ye Zhixing's arms.

And just a few seconds ago. At the moment when the life of the blonde man was about to come to an end. He had tried to smile the most sarcastically with his last strength, though it was more like crying. And he wanted to tell the other party his own name—the name of the bloody king who had killed two kings at once, including an imperial princess.

But he heard Ye Zhixing's faint voice flickering far and near. The woman who was "about to be buried" sighed slightly in a more mocking tone and said, "That's how it was at the beginning. Maybe you still have a chance. Today's children ......"

The words are not finished. Both women disappeared from his sight at the same time. The blonde man was sure he had seen the face of the man beside the night kite at the last moment. But maybe not - because of his speed...... It's too fast.

He was just annoyed that he hadn't been able to sue them, his name.

A magnificent ceremonial flower bloomed in the air. Countless crystalline jets slowly spilled out in all directions, and the space seemed to be flattened by a pair of giant hands. Shake out all the things that had been gathered together. At first the strange explosion was silent - because the sound had not yet escaped its restraints. It wasn't until the solidified air turned into a giant mushroom cloud and fled around it that the rumbling sound was heard.

The wind began to blow more violently, and there was a strange light flickering. Before waking up in the early morning, the earth seemed to be turned into a dance floor, and the flashing lights kept opening and closing in the sky.

But it doesn't matter if the sound and the light go anywhere else. The night kite had already wrapped up the explosion site with a larger force field.

Now they have to do something else.

Now, twenty-one minutes are left until the countdown to the assassination.

The convoy galloped through the night.

In the old days, when it was still ruled by the Empire, Oria was a vast and sparsely populated place. Now that the world's population has plummeted, it seems to be becoming more and more empty.

The road is in good condition, but the road is lined with wilderness. The lights of the city shimmer at the end of the horizon, but they are also like ghostly fire. Only factories that are allowed to work at night can continue to use electricity, and the vast majority of buildings are dark at such times.

So it's a great place to hide. A pair of eyes pierced through the night to spy on the convoy of the "Holy Emperor". Although the windows could block the view of the ordinary people in the past, for this professional, even the bulletproof metal body is almost transparent.

He saw it clearly. His target, as well as his relatives, is in the convoy.

His name is Feng Lin, and he is a member of the organization. But like many members of the Central Capital, he was a member of the "Fast Wind" before that.

In tonight's grand show, he was the last post on the road along the Emperor's motorcade. After him, the convoy would enter the city in ten minutes, into a trap that had already been carefully laid out.

But it wasn't clear if he was overly anxious at the thought of what was about to happen - Feng Lin had been feeling some kind of uneasiness tonight. He felt as if he had gone back many years, when he was a fledgling newcomer who always felt a chill run down his back when he ambushed his target, as if a malicious eye was snooping on him somewhere.

Now that feeling is back. In the cool night breeze, in the slight touch of the wild grass around him, he felt that he had become the newcomer again.

But this is only an illusion. Just like it was many years ago.

He said to himself.

So after the convoy drove by, Feng Lin raised his wrist, intending to report the news of his last post.

Then he smelled the familiar smell of metal—a cold metal, mixed with the smell of blood that had dried up for a long time. (To be continued......)