A pretended smile froze at the corners of his mouth, and Chenino slowly turned his head away.

Not far away, "Redia" was staring at him with a gloomy gaze.

As with many important moments in life, I don't seem to have a choice.

Chenino had no choice but to raise his right hand and carry out the terrible man's orders.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The Thunder Lion Army was originally a turtle in an urn, and they had no power to resist at all, and fell like rice under the shooting of the Griffin Army.

After three volleys, the temperature in the palace dropped by another point.

Looking at the lifeless palace, Badr muttered.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Like you, I want a thriving empire, and I've given you many opportunities for that. Even if you killed my best friend Reddia, I didn't settle accounts with you......"

As he spoke, Ariel tugged at something in the air, and Badr's expression was visibly weak.

Looking at the approaching skeleton horse, Badr gasped.

"What the hell are you ...... Who is it. ”

The bone horse came to a silent halt, and the knight on horseback rolled over and dismounted.

He held his face with his hand and tore it off.

Beneath the mask was a strange man, with a small head and an ordinary countenance, and Badr felt like he had seen this man somewhere.

Aliel muttered.

"Haven't you been looking for the Emperor of the Third Street, and now I'm here."

"It turns out that you are the emperor of the third street."

With a wry smile, Badr felt like he was on the verge of death, "You're just a thief who is trying to usurp power." ”

"Huh,"

Ariel chuckled, "I'm not a thief, I wasn't before, I'm not now, and I'm not ...... ever."

He paused, "...... After all, the Ocassim Empire still has the surname Bedford. ”

As Ariel moved, Badr opened his mouth wide and made a vomiting motion.

He forcibly suppressed the pain of the separation of soul and flesh, and said through gritted teeth.

"Rhodia is dead, do you want to control me so that you can take the Okasim Empire into your pocket?"

The man shook his head, and Ariel whispered.

"I said you would die, both in body and soul."

"You mean ......"

Hearing this, Badr's countenance became frightened.

"You want Atifa to be emperor!"

After a long silence, the man reached out and touched Badr's head, like a stray dog on the side of the road.

Ariel shook her head and sighed.

"Badr, you brought it all upon yourself."

After saying that, he slowly exerted his strength, and Badr's soul was constantly tightened in his hands.

In unspeakable pain, every muscle in Battier's face struggled, his eyes wide open, his eyeballs trembling at high speed in small amplitudes, and finally burst open with a "poof".

Staring at the blood-red pupils, the man slowly shook his head.

Badr is not dead, and Ariel is still moving.

"You ......"

Badr gasped, "I know you, don't I...... Otherwise, why don't you dare to speak? ”

"Of course you know me, but that's not a reason why I don't speak."

Ariel muttered, stripping the last of Badr's soul from his body.

After that, Badr fell to the ground weakly, and as for the soul, it turned into a wisp of light and completely dissipated into the air.

"Hoo ......"

Ariel sighed and fell to the ground.

Removing something from Badr's wrist, the man swept over the ruins, his pupils filled with inexplicable melancholy.

He turned on his horse, and the bone horse took a step, walking towards the black dragon.

Oreo had already used the dragon's eye, and he couldn't separate it from it except for death.

Along with all the Griffons, Chenino stared at the bone horse.

He had seen the bone horse, with Caron, in the eastern frontier of the Empire.

The bone horse stopped in front of the black dragon, and the knight on horseback stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on the center of the black dragon's eyebrows, and the black dragon's huge body quickly shrank, and disappeared after a while.

A gray body lay not far away, his body covered in blood, and the man walked towards Oreo step by step.

He untied the white scarf and placed it on Oreo, then fastened the Ring of Grafitte to his right wrist.

Oreo's face was weak, but the dragon's blood was flowing through his limbs, and he would never die.

But at the same time, he had to endure the erosion of this fragile body by the dragon's blood, and although the Ring of Grafitte could slow down the process, he would eventually be infected by the dragon's blood.

After that, he was neither dead nor perishable, nor human nor ghostly.

But that's for later.

Holding Oreo up by the waist, the man walked over to Chenino and handed Oreo into his hands.

Although he didn't say a word, Chenino could see what he meant in his eyes

- Take care of him.

Respectfully taking Oreo, Chenino watched the man walk away.

He stopped in front of Angelyl and looked at her severed hand with regret in his eyes.

He bent down and slowly picked Angelyl up, the bone horse quietly stopping beside him.

The man was about to turn over and get on his horse, but with the sound of a thin rope, the knocked unconscious Reka got up from the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted at the man.

“...... Hold it. ”

The man stopped, he pointed to Angelyl's severed arm, and then to himself.

Thinking Reka understood what he meant, he turned away, but Reka's voice rang out again.

"I said stop...... Didn't you hear? ”

Clutching his ribs, Reka staggered over and pressed his pistol against the man's heart.

The man turned expressionlessly, and a griffon soldier raised his head like a puppet and muttered.

"Reka, Angelyl's hand is broken, I need to take her for treatment."

Glancing at Chenino in the distance, Reka whispered.

"I mean, you can't go until Oreo wakes up."

The man lowered his head guiltily, and the soldier said duly.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave."

"I said you can't go."

Holding a rifle to the man's head, Reka repeated viciously.

"You have to wait for Oreo to wake up!"

Through the firing gun, the man looked directly into Reka's eyes, his eyes dark and dark with a glimmer of light in the depths.

"I suggest you put your gun down,"

The soldier muttered, "It's just advice. ”

"Are you threatening me......"

Reka lowered his voice, but anyone could hear the anger in his heart.

“...... Oreo Pravor! ”