Crane City.

After the monsters entered the city, the city, which was still a little desolate, was expanding at a rapid rate.

A city where youkai can live freely, a scene that used to be only possible in illusions and the most absurd dreams, is now truly displayed in front of all youkai, and almost instantaneously ignites the enthusiasm in the hearts of these natural transcendent creatures.

And even if they knew that the price of living like this now was to participate in the war, they did not flinch in the slightest.

In this thriving city, in front of the Lord of the Spirits, the army of the Hundred Ghosts is gathering.

"Defending our hometown with sword and blood, and dying because of it, this is the end of what we can't ask for!"

The monster 'mercenary' who conjured up a heavy armor suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, the blade of the sword pointed straight to the sky, and the snowy blade reflected his eyes, which were scorching and burning pale blue flames, and in front of him, a famous mercenary monster pulled out his weapon, and the long sword was raised, dense like a forest.

Brush!

The 'mercenary' turned around abruptly, standing in front of his own people, the flames were burning in his eyes, and he looked at Yuan Youdou and said solemnly:

"Young master, we will be transformed into a strong shield, and your front, please leave it to our protection!"

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"The tactics that belong to our monsters are by no means reckless frontal assaults......

The Qingfang owner's right hand shook, and the heavy entanglement in his hand was heavily pressed on the ground, cracks cracked on the ground, and his calm eyes looked at the monsters who were specially screened out in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were provoked, revealing a strange arc:

"The original meaning of the so-called ghost has the meaning of curse...... Because of this, it has been feared by humans for thousands of years. ”

"But now, ladies and gentlemen, dance to your heart's content on the battlefield to the fullest, and corrupt the enemy with your curse, that's what you're all about."

Not far away, Yingcao, who had changed into clothes in the main world and still looked extremely delicate and lovely, looked at the monsters in front of her who were good at healing spells, pursed her lips, and said seriously:

"War is coming, we must protect everyone."

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At the same time, Crane City belongs to the city of monsters, the peak of the extremely ancient pavilion, Ibaraki Boy sat on the eaves, his long hair moved with the wind, and his blood-colored eyes looked down, looking at the monsters who were being assembled, his expression was indifferent, like a beautiful stone carving carved by a master's hand, and suddenly there was a trace of ripples in his eyes like a sinking lake, and he didn't look back, but said indifferently:

"Something?"

"Can't you come up if you don't have something?"

A cold voice sounded, and in this voice, the air behind the Ibaraki boy rippled, and a woman with a beautiful appearance but a cold temperament appeared there, her eyes passed through the shoulders of the Ibaraki boy and landed on the ground The monsters who were gathering, after half a sound, he sighed leisurely, and said in a complicated tone:

"When you come here, you still have to fight."

"I don't know if this thing is good or bad......"

"Hmph~"

The Ibaraki boy snorted coldly, and there was a slight disdain in his tone: "Everything needs a price. ”

"If you don't want to give anything, you won't get anything."

"You know this better than I do."

The voice fell, and there was silence between the two, and for a moment, the Ibaraki boy seemed to think of something again, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "How is that guy Chikihime, how is it now?" ”

“…… Senkihime......"

Qing Xing Deng's brows furrowed slightly, and the beautiful and beaking face appeared in his mind, the evil ghost who was said to be the nine hundred and ninety-nine women of the night blade in order to stay young forever, a trace of disgust appeared on his face, and he shook his head and said: "She is too murderous to stay in Neon, and now she has been sealed by the Qingfang owner and placed in the dungeon of Crane." ”

“…… Dungeon. ”

The Ibaraki boy chewed these two words slightly, the look on his face did not fluctuate much, and suddenly slapped his palm down the attic, and his body jumped down like a flowing fire, and without any movement, it turned into a blood-colored flame and shot towards the central area of Crane City, and the indifferent voice sounded in the ears of Qingxingdeng:

"I'll take a look."

Qing Xing Deng's expression was slightly stunned, seeing that the flowing fire had gone away in just a few breaths, he shook his head a little helplessly, sat on this pavilion with a low body, his palm gently smoothed the folds of his skirt, and a pair of delicate eyes looked at the city quietly.

"Is it a cost......

And at the same time, in the 'Ring of Justice' of Crane City.

Layers of magic shields formed a very heavy wall, all kinds of elements kept circulating on these shields, and the feeling seemed to be enough to stop all attacks, but in the next moment, an orange streamer suddenly lit up, like a streamer when the sky and earth were breaking, just instantly penetrated through the shields of seven different elements, and finally hit the once heavy steel wall, in the terrifying heat, sparks were everywhere, A terrifying penetrating gap appeared on the heavy steel.

It took a dozen breaths before the streamer slowly dissipated, and when the light dissipated, the whole room seemed to be much darker, and there were more than a dozen people around, but no one spoke until the scorching air flow disappeared, and there was a crisp click.

"Very good, very good!"

Filled with excitement, Stewart raised the weapon in his palm, the fire-colored magic patterns on the cold steel were entangled, revealing a mysterious aura, the lone wolf's eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of his lips were hooked, forming a very dangerous and oppressive look with his gloomy hooked nose.

"New Combat Unit ......"

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Circle: City of Truth.

The highest floor of the Truth Mage Tower is the personal space that belongs to all the Truth Archmages of each generation, and there are more than thirty Archmage peak protection spells and three Sage Spells left by the ancestors, which are enough to ensure that the personal safety and secrets of each generation of Truth Archmages are not spied on, and at this time, the spells that are only in the basic state of alert at this ordinary time have all been operational, and a large number of magic stones have been lit up, turning into countless surging elements, and the traces left by the ancestors have been turned into spells and mapped to reality.

In the aura of this Dao spell, Hank, the archmage of truth, respectfully half-knelt on the ground, and unfolded a blue circular mirror in front of him, and on the opposite side could be seen a house that revealed both solemnity and elegance, and a veiled woman sat on the bronze throne in the center, her slender fingers lightly tapped her chin, and looked at Hank with a wry smile through the magic mirror with interest:

"King Solomon? Are you sure? Hank ......"

A slightly charming voice whispered lowly, gently scratching Hank's heart like a kitten, itchy, but he didn't dare to make the slightest change on the surface, but lowered his face a little again, and said very respectfully:

"There is no truly sure truth in the world, Your Excellency, but that royal posture, incredible strength, and the magical shield that has guarded the City of Truth for thousands of years will spontaneously retreat......"

After a slight pause, Hank's mind resurfaced the magic shield that was as respectful and docile as welcoming the arrival of the king, and the expression on his face became more and more respectful, and he couldn't help but admire with a kind of awe in the face of legend: "I can only think of that one possibility in my mind...... No, that's simply the truth......"

"King Solomon, the king who single-handedly created the pinnacle of the mage's glory, returned when his legend was about to be lost to the end of the ages, just as he said a thousand years ago, and in a thousand years, the name of King Solomon will be sung again in the world."

"Oh~"

Taking in Hank's appearance, the veiled woman's blue eyes narrowed slightly, and her slender right leg rested on her left knee, lazily cocked, and asked slowly:

"So...... Is there anything else Hank, the great king, 'commands'? ”

“……”

In the enchanting voice, the expression on Hank's face froze slightly, and a trace of panic appeared on his face, but then he restrained his gaffe well, and took a deep breath, the Archmage of Truth raised his head for the first time to look at the woman opposite the spell mirror, and after making a decision, he opened his mouth and spit out the forbidden word:

“…… Sylvia. ”

"He asked, see Sylvia......"

“……”

The atmosphere on the top floor of the mage tower fell below the freezing point almost instantly, the air became extremely heavy, like steel that made Hank a little breathless, he rushed to his throat a little dry from fear, surrounded by countless spells left by his ancestors, but at this time he vaguely felt that even the dazzling aura was gradually moving away from him, as if entering another time and space, and the existence in the round mirror in front of him was already close in front of him, and the blue eyes lit up slightly, He looked down on himself like a god.

"You brought it up."

The charm disappeared in the hoarse voice, leaving only the slaughter and coldness, which made Hank's heart beat wildly, and he endured his discomfort and said hoarsely: "...... In the face of the legendary tyrant, I have no choice. ”

"Besides, Sylvia is not a nobody, the youngest archmage, crowned by the Frost Crown."

"You can't hide her business, and you can't hide it."

"Presumptuous!"

A roar of rage, almost like a real cold wind roared out of the mirror, Hank's face turned white, the voice stopped abruptly, in front of him, under the woman's feet, a stream of cold ice began to condense, prismatic ice blades and ice swords shrouded in that house in an instant, the bronze throne under him was shrouded in a layer of white frost, more and more penetrating, Hank's heart secretly cried, but at this moment, the voice sounded again, which had already dissipated the anger and killing intent.

"Tell him, Hank ......"

On the other side of the mirror, I don't know where in the world in the house, the endless ice blade frost sword slowly crumbled, and returned to annihilation, in the remnants of the frost, the woman sat on the bronze throne, the expression in the eyes had returned to calm, and said indifferently: "He will see." ”

"Sylvia ......"

Hank's heart was slightly relieved, and he replied respectfully with his palm on his heart: "Understood, great teacher, what should be the attitude towards King Solomon?" ”

"Keep the respect you deserve, but don't get too close, let alone do those meaningless provocations or temptations, the truth of this 'king' will naturally have those fools who think their interests have been violated to confirm for us...... With their dull life. ”

The voice disappeared with the spell mirror and turned into powder, and it was only then that Hank breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and sat down directly on the ground with a pop, gasping sharply, his gray eyebrows were already stained with white frost, and his face was filled with a certain complex look of frustration and awe:

“…… Have you already ignored the distance barrier of space? It's a horrible icy ......."

"It's a ......"

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King Solomon's reappearance in the world is like a boulder thrown into the center of the lake, causing ripples in the entire circle of camps, but following the laws of nature, this ripple will eventually dissipate, and the lake will still be calm, but in this world, there are more far-reaching influences hidden in the future along with the trajectory of time.

Seven days later.

City of Truth Mage Tower.

Chu Lie sat on the scarlet sofa, holding a secret document marked with a top secret level in his hand, and the pages had been turned to the middle part, but Chu Lie's gaze did not fall on it, but looked at the little boy who was half-kneeling in front of him, and said in a calm tone: "You say, you want to follow this king?" ”

"Yes, great king."

Little Jack, or Viscount Jack - after Willy died at the hands of Chu Lie, he almost did not encounter the slightest obstacle to recover the wealth and power left by his grandfather and grandfather, at this time wearing a mage suit, obviously a nine-year-old little guy, but also a little rare solemnity, the palm of his hand caressed his heart and half knelt in front of Chu Lie, pursed his lips, and spoke very seriously:

"I am willing to follow in your body, whether in life or death, or against the world."

At the same time, at the entrance to the City of Truth, a man in a cloak stepped into this prestigious city, and for some reason his steps were a little hasty, and the cloak flicked slightly, revealing a cold chin and a collar on his clothes, on which there was a peculiar coat of arms, a combination of a mule and a lion.