"What do you think, Mr. Artevans?" Sheola looked at Ivor and Devoga in the square, her face not a little surprised, she had expected this outcome.

"But what you said was only the key to my ability to defeat the Eye of the Dead, and I didn't see it." Atfans shook his head.

"Then, let General Ivor show you one more time." As she spoke, Sheola took out a talisman from her waist and infused it with magical power.

"Your Majesty, please let General Iver go, and decide the winner with one move."

After that, Siola didn't wait for Sack to respond, and cut off the amulet's connection.

"That means we're going to sacrifice some civilian lives again, right?" Atfans glanced at Sheola and said.

"Mr. Artevans wouldn't mind anyway, would he?" Sheola spread her hands and smiled.

Atvance sneered, and without saying a word, returned his gaze to the screen mapped by the crystal ball.

Although Artevans has the blood of the demon race, he has no feelings for the demon race, and the reason why he came to the Dark Hell is that he wants to see his mother's hometown, and second, to find more available power to achieve revenge on the god heir.

Like these ordinary demon civilians, they can't bring any benefits to Artevans at all, no matter how many deaths he has, he won't be touched.

Artevans wanted to see why Sheola said that only he could defeat the Eye of the Dead.

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"Understood, Your Majesty." Ivor put back the amulet on his waist and took a deep breath, "Dvoga, it's my turn, Your Highness wants me to use only one move. Looks like that guy Sheola meant.'"

"Why did she do that?" Dvoga was a little confused.

With Sheola's caution, Devoga didn't think she would use this seemingly risky form of fighting, but Devoga didn't know if Sheola had other plans.

"Then, do as Sheora says." Dvoga thought for a moment, but couldn't understand what Sheora meant, so he had to speak to Ive.

Ivor nodded, then waved his hand, motioning for Devoga to leave his side. Seeing this, Dvoga jumped out of range of Ivor.

Seeing that Dvoga was far away, Iver lifted his tomahawk in both hands as a gesture of strength. At the same time, a strong aura of fire erupted from his body, and the battle axe also burst into flames, and the ground began to slowly melt because it could not withstand this scorching aura.

"Eat my blow!"

With a roar, Iver threw the entire tomahawk towards the Eye of the Dead. The tomahawk swirled in the air, and the flames grew more intense, eventually forming a whirlwind of flames. With a majestic momentum and an astonishing power, the whirlwind of flames struck the Eye of the Dead.

But instead of being burned to ashes, the Eye of the Dead was not burned to ashes, as Iver had hoped, but absorbed the fire whirlwind into its body.

Immediately after, Iver felt that the air around him seemed to be something strange, and the temperature seemed to rise.

When Iver himself felt the heat, he knew something was serious, but his bulky body didn't allow him to leave where he was standing immediately.

Suddenly there was a violent fire around Ive, and a tornado of flames enveloped him, scorching his body.

When the flame tornado was gone, Iver fell to his knees, bracing his body with his tomahawk, gasping for air, the burn marks on his body clearly visible. A fire demon was actually injured by the flames.

"I'm defeated...... Ivor looked at Dvoga to the side and smiled helplessly. Immediately, there was another loud bang, and another area of Dimore City was wiped out.

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Seeing Ive's defeat, Sheola clapped her hands and took the crystal ball back.

"General Eve's move is really wonderful, but it's still a bit of a pity." Sheola's flat tone, as if the successive defeats of Dvoga and Iver had little to do with him.

"I think Mr. Artevans, with his ingenuity, should have understood why strong men like the Dvogars and General Ivor were defeated."

Theola walked up to Atvance and stared straight at each other, which made Atlána feel a little uncomfortable.

"Absorb all damage taken and increase it to return it to the caster in a similar way, am I right?" Atfans glanced at Sheola, then closed his eyes, rubbed them, and said, "Then why am I the only one who can defeat the Eye of the Dead? You haven't explained that yet.'"

"The Eye of the Dead is able to absorb demonic attacks and return them to the attacker, which is why neither Dvogar nor General Ivor can defeat it, because they are both demons." Sheola took Atvance's arm with her right hand.

"But you have a power other than the Demon Race, the power of the Divine Heir Clan, known as the strongest race in Ostia. This power is the key to defeating the Eye of the Dead." Sheola's expression was a little subtle.

When he heard Sheola speak of the Divine Heirs, Artevans immediately opened his eyes and looked at Sheola incredulously. But at this moment, Artevans became murderous.

The magic in Artfans' body surged violently, and a black mist erupted from his body, like a rope, binding Xiola. Even if he still doesn't think he can easily defeat Sheola, he is willing to give it a try.

Sheola mentioned the power of the Divine Heir to Atlasia, which meant that she had seen through that Atláns was not a pure-blooded demon. And the demon race and the god heir race have always been at odds, and a "heretic" like Artevans will not be welcomed anywhere.

On the side, Ai Rusha also opened her eyes and stood behind Xiola, her wrist blade already condensed.

Having entered the inner space of Artevans, Eruba must have known that Artevans had an oracle imprint, and naturally knew that Artevans was not a pure-blooded demon. But she was loyal to Atfans.

"Mr. Artevis, why are you so excited, I didn't mean to hurt you." Sheola said with a smile.

At this time, Artevans found that the arm held by Sheola could not exert any strength at all, and at this moment, a strong sense of oppression forced Artevans to look directly into Sheola's eyes.

Artevans looked at Sheola's deep scarlet eyes, as if he had seen snow flying in the sky.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he was in a snowy field, and the sky was blowing a violent blizzard, which made him a little unsteady on his feet. The biting cold wind mixed with a desperate chill seeped into the body.

Like Artevans, Aruba is in such a snowy field, but Atvance is nowhere to be seen. She frowned and looked around.

"Sure enough, you're the one at that time......

When she remembered that she had tried to tell Artevans about the situation in his inner space, she had experienced the same as she had now, but now she didn't feel it as strongly as she did then.

"That's right, it's me. Mr. Atfans' future is more than just that, he needs to be his true self, but this needs to be understood by himself." Theola's empty voice echoed all around, "But, I swear, I'll never be an enemy of Mr. Artevans......

As soon as the words fell, Rusha returned to reality. She immediately looked at Artevan, and was relieved to see that Atvance's eyes were no longer glazed.

(She's probably the strongest demon I know so far, but she's been hiding her strength, why would she do this.) ）

Atvance's face was very ugly, but thinking that he was not an opponent of Sheola, he also withdrew the black mist.

"How do you know?" Now that Sheora already knew that he had the blood of the Divine Heir, he didn't have to hide it anymore, and he also lifted the camouflage magic that covered his eyes, revealing his original pupils.

"Although Mr. Artevans's oracle sigil has lost all light, my ability still allows me to feel its presence within you." Sheola sat down in her chair and spoke to Artevans in a calm tone, without the slightest hostility.

"But as you said, the oracle sigil has lost all light, which means I can no longer use the power of the oracle. I'm afraid I can only use the moves of the demons, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do what you want."

"The imprint itself stores energy, and it is not lost because the imprint loses its original function. In other words, as long as you extract the oracle sigil from your body and use the energy inside to attack the Eye of the Dead, the Eye of the Dead will not be able to use this ability."

Xiora said, her expression became serious, and she also withdrew the smile she had just smiled, "When it is not the power of the demons that attacks the Eye of the Dead, it is vulnerable, and that's why only you can defeat it."

Artevans looked at Sheola suspiciously, but judging by Sheola's expression, what she said was not false. However, pulling out the oracle mark in front of all the demons is undoubtedly telling everyone that Artevans is not a pure-blooded demon.

"Then, please give me a reason why I have to refuse." Atfans needed a reason why he had to do it, or it would be too risky for him to do so.

As soon as Artevans' words fell, Sheola had a meaningful expression.

"Reputation, power, power, these are probably the things that Mr. Artevans wants most." Sheola stepped forward, approached Artevans, looked him in the eye and said, "If you can't get the power you want, if you can't get back the power that really belongs to you, I'm afraid you won't be able to take revenge on the Divine Heir."

Artevans was stunned for a moment, smiled bitterly, and shook his head helplessly, Sheola had completely read through his inner thoughts. In the face of Sheola, he couldn't hide it. "Me, Sheola? Ace? Berance swears that if Mr. Artevans defeats the Eye of the Dead, I will contribute to what you wish to achieve......

Siola smiled, and held out her hand to Atlance, "Of course, I also need Mr. Attevis' strength to carry out my plan. It's a deal.'"

Artevans stared at Sheola with a frown, not because of the deal Sheola was talking about, but because of her name......