When Zagala swung a huge bone spur at Mr. J, Tang Fang had already reached the second floor.

To the north of the square, Tang Lin was quickly breaking through the blockade line built by the S-series clones and the Black Knights, approaching the location of Henrietta and the others.

Zangowell looked at the northern battlefield with a gloomy face, not knowing that the tide of battle in the south of the square had been reversed.

Tang Fang's arrival woke up the two black warriors, and the black warrior standing behind the broken stone sculpture raised his right arm to activate the weapon system of the power armor, but before he could pull the trigger, a black shadow falling from the sky suddenly wrapped around his arm, and to the side, the hundreds of kilograms of body were directly pulled to the corner of the second floor, and the bullets sprayed from the muzzle left a row of craters in the stone pillar group on the east side.

At the same time, another black shadow fell, spun in a circle in the air, and shot quickly towards the shadow area of the stone screen on the east side of the first floor.

Screams rang out, splatters of blood fell on the ground around the stone screen, and a dead body rose up.

For some reason, Norwood did not leave the battlefield, but hid in the shadow of the stone screen and watched the battle in the north of the square.

He did not die under the stone rain created by the cracking of the golden lion, but died under the black shadow like a long rope.

ZangoWill turned around and saw Tang Fang on the other side of the second floor, facing him from the dilapidated stone carving, and Mr. J on the first floor of the platform fighting with strange monsters, and the golden generals besieging the S-series clones and black knights in the distance.

He didn't understand, no matter what, where did the reinforcements from the Tang side come from, obviously there were only 5 people participating in the celebration, and it was even more impossible for the giant beast comparable to a light tank on the floor to hide from the guards and quietly transport it into the palace.

The long rope-like waving shadow dangled Norwood's body in the air for a moment, then tossed into the canal on the north side of the plaza with a huge splash.

By the light of the three Kehanos brothers, he finally saw what it was.

Not a long cord. Rather, it is a series of bone joints that are joined together, ending in black spikes and towering into the air at the top.

When he subconsciously looked up, a creature with a snake-like body but human facial features slowly descended from a height of more than ten meters.

Its tail stood erect behind it and stretched to the black swirls above it. Interrupting the Black Knight's shot with the jointed tentacles that stabbed Norwood to death came from its crown.

Zangowell opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, but the confident light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

The Black Warrior in the corner of the second floor tried to resist, but two of Izsha's tentacles wrapped around his arms and lifted them high, and the other two tentacles stabbed into the chest of the St. George-class power armor with great speed.

The red light bloomed, and the two tentacles were like iron nails hammered into the wall, directly piercing the shell and liquid metal layer of the St. George-class power armor, and piercing into the chest cavity of the black knight. Finally drilled out from the back.

Zanggowell had watched the performance tests of the St. George-class power armor, which was difficult to penetrate with conventional military weapons like the Striker II, let alone the liquid metal layer inside. However, this snake girl who fell from the sky easily broke through the defense of the St. George-level power armor with two tentacles and stabbed the black warrior inside.

What the hell is it? What is the origin of the red light circulating at the end of the tentacle?

He didn't speak, and Tang Fang didn't speak, just quietly picked up the king's sword that fell next to him. He looked at ZangoWill behind the other Black Knight.

Things have developed to such a point that there is no point in negotiating. Zangowell knew very well in his heart that the canonization ceremony requested by Tang Fang was not at all to justify Elena's title of heir to the Dukedom of Kernar.

He was originally a person who didn't take royal power seriously, so how could he face the canonization ceremony with respect and belief? He just needs a stage to smash the Golden Lion and kill him in front of many people.

Keylnia's political views. Henrietta's political ideas, Tucsona's political ideas, were not what he wanted. Breaking the rule of the royal power and crushing the rule of the aristocracy is his real goal.

Starting with the Monya Empire. From entering the Star Alliance to getting involved in the politics of the United Kingdom of Turax, he has never changed.

Don't forget the original intention, you have to always.

A figure burst out of nothingness, knocking the Black Knight to the ground.

Tang Fang's feet stepped on the broken stone carving, shaking a lot of rubble, and the long sword that shone with cold light was clenched by his palm, passing through the barriers of time and space, very smoothly and very firmly piercing Zang Gowell's chest.

His hands never trembled, his sword never trembled, and his eyes were clean and calm. Even if what he wants to do is kill people, the target is the king of this country, clothed in the light of power, wearing the crown of kings,

Yes, as Zangowell speculated, the so-called canonization ceremony was only the stage he chose to end it all.

His experience in the Monya Empire taught him never to put his hopes in power.

His experience in the United Kingdom of Tulanx taught him that if there is no breakage, there is no standing, there is no destruction, how can there be a rebirth? The mountain of royal power weighs on the head of every commoner, from body to soul, destroying everyone's dignity and humanity.

They can't lift their heads, they can't see the road ahead, they can't see the light on the other side of the horizon, they can only see the three inches under their feet, under the visible or invisible whipping, the toiling, the insensitive, the hopeless, staggering.

People love to watch zombie movies, but no one knows, and those directors or screenwriters really think, they don't say. If you can understand it, you can understand it, and if you can't understand it, you can't understand it.

People who seek excitement in the world of the walking dead are not infected with the virus of YU Wangwang, abandon human nature, and become the walking dead of life and money under the worldview of the supremacy of power and money?

It's really a sad thing.

As long as power exists in this world for a day, instilling fear with force, confusing the public with propaganda, destroying faith with education, and disintegrating humanity with YU, the dawn will never come.

The aristocrats whipped the people's bodies with violence, erected fear, and destroyed courage; The blood and sweat of the people are squeezed out by taxes, so that the material is scarce, and naturally the spirit cannot be rich; constructing a Truman's world with lies, playing with people's hearts, fooling the people and fooling their wisdom; The law of the jungle erodes ethics and morality to justify oppression. JUSTIFY CRUELTY, INDULGE YU IN THE HOPE OF TURNING PEOPLE INTO ANIMALS; Propagating materialism and utilitarianism destroys people's faith and conscience......

All of this, they played perfectly.

The devil has never gone away, but has always hovered around the world, even lodged with those who have a noble status. In the human body, which holds a lot of wealth and resources, it strives to influence everyone it can reach, injecting demonic nature into society and into the souls of those who are susceptible to temptation.

He is not a savior, powerless to redeem those fallen souls, but at the very least, he can light a candle for them and blow a breeze with the fragrance of plants and trees into the dark spiritual world.

It's not about heroism, it's about human conscience.

But a man who has good thoughts in his heart. will all make the same choice.

He didn't kill a single person, it was a symbol of bloody fear.

He didn't cut off a head, it was a shackle that bound the spirit.

He didn't end the power-grabbers, it was an era.

If you are not afraid, you can hold your head high.

Light the candle to illuminate the future.

Pull back the curtains to embrace the sun.

As for whether the collapse of the mountain of royal power will cause a catastrophe. He didn't know. But...... Such a thing, even if it will be stained with the blood of many innocent people. Someone has to do a lot of sins that are hard to get rid of.

Even if it is infamous through the ages, if you memorize it, you will carry it, because he stubbornly believes that conscience is actually a responsibility.

Be an upright person and do things upright. It is enough to be worthy of one's own heart.

For today, he has made many, many arrangements, and thought of many, many countermeasures, perhaps...... Should...... Approximately...... Let's get through this uneventually. He has many partners to rely on. There are also many allies to trust. Taking a step back, even if he has nothing, he is the richest man in the world.

People's hearts are priceless.

The sword, a symbol of power and status, entered through Zangowell's chest, and the back leaked out, and the blood flowed down the cold blade, and then condensed into many beads of blood, falling to the ground bit by bit, falling into countless blood-colored spots.

There was a fishy smell in the air, and the sunlight cast a dazzling silver glow on the blood-dappled sword body.

Just like the Tang side did with many injustices in the United Kingdom of Tulanx, he used His Majesty's own weapons to end His Majesty's own life.

When Praise Will stood on the stage, he used to say that he would do his best for the whole people, and then die.

He said that, but did not do it sincerely, and on this day retribution came, and a man embraced the sword of power into his chest, in the heart of the people.

Tang Fang's hand left the hilt of the sword and looked at him with a calm gaze.

"You...... Won. Zangowell's lips twitched a few times, and he spat out three words.

From the beginning to the end of the celebration, this was the first and last conversation between the two.

"No, I didn't win." Tang Fang said: "In this struggle, there are no winners, only losers. ”

Zangowell frowned, for he didn't understand what the above sentence meant, as if he could never understand the hardships of the commoners.

The Tang side did not explain, because it was not necessary.

He collapsed, slumped on the second floor, and took his last breath.

Blood flowed down the blade, converging in the delicate sword grid, and then fell, wetting the ground and staining it red.

It was the blood of the king, and it was precious...... Once a king, once precious.

The golden lion was shattered, and the monarch died.

Praise Will died on the high platform of power, and also died under the sword of power.

Very few people have seen such a scene...... At least not very much now.

The wind is blowing, and the dust is like an open page, leaving the second floor and flying into the sky, as if the palm of history has opened this page, and below is a new four-line grid, waiting for the pen of time to record a new poem.

The faint fragrance of flowers wafting in the distance diluted the smell of blood in the air and turned into a very strange smell, some pungent, some fresh, which was impressive.

Tramon slumped to the ground, the image of the glittering sword sinking into his brother's body repeated over and over again in his mind.

He didn't show a sad expression, nor did he yell angrily, but looked at the motionless figure on the second floor with disbelief and unacceptable eyes.

His brother, the king of the country, died? It was fine just now, but it was silent in the blink of an eye?

The sword was glaring, and the red on the sword was even more dazzling.

Unlike Tang Fang, he could not smell the scent of flowers or see the new pages of the book. He belonged to the era of Zangowell, and he was willing to die for His Majesty.

If the times have abandoned them, why are old things like Henrietta and Al Nacy still alive? Why! Their time should have long since come to an end.

Therefore, he does not believe in fate, the times, or the trend. He stubbornly believes that the culprit of all this is the guy surnamed Tang, not an illusory fate, an ambiguous era, and an obscure trend.

Henrietta and Melol also saw this scene, and the expressions on their faces were very different.

The former was very calm, calmly watching the sword plunged into Zanggowell's chest, calmly facing the rumbling and crumbling monument of royal power, calmly facing the end of an era, only to sigh at the end—this was his fourth sigh today.

The latter was very excited, his eyebrows were flying, his eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were pouting with a very clear smile.

The white robe hanging from the crook of his legs rippled, he raised his head, glanced at the maple trees swaying in the distance, and the indifferent clouds in the sky, and suddenly understood one thing, if this is really the end of an era, then as a legacy of the previous era, where should he go?

Fate is always so fond of playing tricks on people, and it never gets tired of it.

Mellor's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, because he didn't like to be a spectator, it was really lonely, like a person who had been forgotten by the times.

The picture of the twilight of the hero has always been sad. He always felt that if he hadn't been born into a royal family, he would probably have become a hero. Although it seems a little ridiculous at such an age.

There are many kinds of heroes, the heroes of tens of millions of people are heroes, and the heroes of one person are also heroes.

As early as the first meeting between Tang Fang and Henrietta, she stood under the begonia tree at that dawn and waited for a long time, and finally exchanged that heartfelt sentence, she knew that things would eventually come to this point.

Her gaze didn't linger on the second floor for too long, but looked at Tang Lin and Elena, who was completely unaware of what was happening behind her.

At that moment, a terrible and shrill whistle broke the picture that seemed to stand still.

A black shadow appeared on the south side of the second-floor platform, covering the light of "Kehanooton", and the world suddenly darkened a lot.

Tang Fang raised his head, looked at the sky, and frowned slightly.

I don't know if it was Bai Yue who released the water, or if Mr. J saw Zanggowell's death and turned his anger into strength, he actually broke through the battle group, flew into the sky, and nailed his face with a gaze full of hatred. (To be continued.) )

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