"Destiny is a multiple-choice question, the difference is only whether you want to make a question or you want to answer it."

Evil said calmly.

At this moment, he stood in front of a golden palace, in front of which was a wide passage, and at the end of the palace wall rose straight to the sky. Countless golden rays flowed along the crystal veins of the walls, exuding a sacred and mysterious aura. From his vantage point, it was almost impossible to see the end of the palace walls, as if the palace could pierce the sky.

But in reality, it is only a transit point on the path of evil power.

The gates of the palace had been opened to the evil, countless corpses stretched under his feet, in the breeze, the evil's blonde hair fluttered, and his right hand was raised, opened, and clenched in the gaze of his subordinates.

"Be your own master."

He said to his subordinates. "Not without a price. Today, this price is our light, and tomorrow, it will be the blood of the whole universe. ”

"It's an inevitable process, and it doesn't matter if it's cruel or ruthless. Now that we've made a decision, someone has to pay for it. ”

"Whether she wants it or not."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Countless knights in golden armor knelt at the feet of the evil spirit, their right hands on their chests. "I would like to enshrine this body of light and spirit to His Highness. Even if the road ahead is dark, it will cut out the path of light for His Highness. ”

"I trust you, my followers." The evil looked down at his subordinates and smiled confidently.

The road to the palace has been cleared, and now is the time for him to reach the pinnacle of power. Although there are still obstacles in the palace, the evil believes that this little resistance will soon be crushed in front of him and his followers. The Empress is old, even if her body is still young, but her heart, her spirit, has been dimmed.

Such a person would not be able to lead the Boca people to glory, no matter how hard she tried. How to know how to disguise.

Evil thought silently, feeling that the light in his body was getting brighter and brighter, emitting amazing light and heat. This is a testament to his recognition with the Spirit, and his thoughts and actions are highly synchronized with the Spirit, thus accelerating his evolution. In the long history of the Boca people, only the heroes who have been listed in history have such an embodiment.

Now, evil is also possessed.

Closing his eyes, the evil could clearly feel the extension of the network of light energy, which was once the power of the Throne of Dawn, and now it was merging with him. He felt stronger than ever...... It's as if you can destroy the universe. And in fact, he could get to that point.

Only, master everything......

The flame of ambition burns in the eyes of evil. He raised his head and looked at the gates of the palace.

"Mother...... Now that you're old, don't fall in love with the empty throne. The Boca don't need a decadent king, it needs a leader who can lead them to the top. And this person, it won't be you, it will be me......"

"The difference between you and me is only ambition...... and the price that you are willing to pay for it. ”

"It's a pity. Your time has passed, and a new era will come. ”

The corners of the demon's mouth curled slightly, and then he gave the order.

"Go ahead. Destroy all who dare to stand in the way. ”

"Your will is our direction." Tens of thousands of golden-armored knights responded with a bang, and then rushed towards the palace.

The war has come to this point, and there is hardly any suspense. The Grand Prince already controls most of the Boca Clan, what else can stop him? So the followers who follow him. And the fruits of victory will be tasted. This is not the rule of the Boca people, but it is the rule of all civilizations in the universe, the law of the jungle!

Only the victors have the right to write history. And the loser, has no say.

The battle in the palace was fierce, and in fact, although the Empress Party was already twilight, the foundation of ten thousand years still supported them. The Knights of the Templar, the ancient, most powerful force of the Boca clan dating back to the time of the Great Chaos, still fought for the dignity of the Empress.

It's just that with the extension of time, their combat effectiveness is no longer in line with the record they are proud of. The long life of extravagance has corrupted their will, and even more so their spirit.

The Boca are a race that doesn't value the flesh, and the light is everything to them.

They live by the light and die by the light. In a short but brilliant life, only the evolution of the light spirit is the only one, which is fundamentally different from other life forms in the universe. In fact, the light spirit of the Boca people can be inherited, even if the body dies, as long as the light spirit is still there, the Boca people can still be reborn for a certain period of time. Their experience and soul will not be damaged in any way.

The term life, for the Boca people, is light, not physical.

It's a pity...... The Knights of the Templar, no, or most of the Boca, have forgotten this meaning.

Rotten...... Luxury......

Heroes don't die on the battlefield, it's a man's grave.

"I'm lucky." Evil watched countless royal knights rush towards the palace and said to a woman next to him. "Not all Boca people, all fall under anesthesia. Since we were born by fate, we must die by fate. The once great master has already planned the curve of the fall for us. I can imagine that it must be perfect, glorious, enough to boast of our merits and worth. ”

"But is that what we need?"

The evil walked down the stairs, and the blood-red cloak behind him slowly stretched.

"Born in glory, dead in glory. In the end, it is still a pawn. ”

"No matter how beautiful your aura may be, you are essentially no different from any other being. No!! In fact, you may be even more humble than them!! Because they are the original life of the universe, and you are just a creator!! ”

"What's the difference with this plastic, metal, parts!??"

The evil suddenly turned around and asked the woman aloud.

"What's the difference!?"

"The 10,000-year-old legacy of the Boca family, the heir to the tradition! Tell me! Do you need these? ”

Under questioning, the woman was still half-kneeling on the ground, without the slightest expression on her face.

Her appearance is incomparably beautiful, her temperament is incomparably honorable, and even her light is full of earthly meaning. But she herself surrendered to evil in the face of evil.

She didn't expect it, not even her mother......

Because she is the Boca, the successor of the next generation of the Empress, the "eternal singer of the Holy Spirit"

Yimei ......

"The Boca are creatures of the Holy Spirit."

"In the long river of fate, we play the role of messengers of the Holy Spirit. I used to think it was going to be ...... forever."

Yimei said softly, her voice like a song.

But her head was always down......

"But with the thread of fate, I saw the ...... of destruction"

"There's no one who doesn't want to fight, who doesn't want to be in charge of their own destiny, but ...... It's not anyone, they are all leaving their names in the vein of fate. ”

She raised her head, bravely staring at evil. Said softly.

"Do you think you can?" (To be continued......)