How so?

Blood Pupil looked at her wrist in surprise, her face gloomy.

There's no way he's going to get injured because of a mistake. In fact, at his stage, the strength of his flesh has long surpassed that of the hardest alloys. Even if it is bombarded head-on by a fourth-century capital battleship, it will not die. And when he fights with all his might, his physical body will always surge with energy, and its strength can even enter anti-space. (similar to Hensel)

The blood pupil in the fight just now did not call for the colonization, but even then his physical strength was enough, but why did he suddenly dislocate his wrist when he was so strong?

A trace of doubt flashed in the blood pupil's heart, but his subordinates were not slow at all. As soon as the hands are closed, the dislocated wrist is reset with a click. Immediately after, he jumped on his back again, dodging three swords that swept from the ground.

The rhythm of the charge was interrupted by successive attacks. The blood pupils also swelled with an inexplicable fire, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

His body was still in mid-air, and he suddenly curled up into a ball, landed on the ground and suddenly stepped forward, bowed down, and stretched out his arms!

"Boom!"

A sword light rose up, and a huge crescent moon with a diameter of tens of meters was formed in front of him. After a flash, the air suddenly filled the air with a pungent smell of blood. A puff of blood burst out out of nothing. Four more black bodies fell at the feet of the Blood Pupil.

The blood pupil's knife made three warriors seriously injured, and at the same time, the two repulsors were cut in half.

At the same time, on the boulder in the distance, Lestro suddenly snorted, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His finger was still resting on the flag below, but the chess piece had already been torn apart, and a clear trace of blood appeared on his finger.

Lestrow glanced up at it, but instead smiled. "I still underestimate you, boy. I didn't expect your reaction to be so violent, and it hurt me. He tilted his head at this, a flash of memory flashing in his eyes. How many years, how many years have I not been injured...... Remember the last time it was on the Jester battlefield. The god of the Mocha tribe will be my opponent...... That war. What a beautiful memory......"

"Your Excellency!" Just then, there was a whisper from the side, and a warrior fell to one knee in front of Lestero, tears hidden in his eyes.

"You can't go on like this, it's too expensive. Every minute and every second is your life...... Please stop. You have been coming for twelve days, if you continue......"

The warrior didn't say anything, but there were tears in his eyes. He was not a newborn creature, but an old man who had followed Lestrow from the beginning, and of course he knew how laborious it was to come to him.

It can be said that once the advent is used, Lestero will merge with his legion. The legion was his breath, his heartbeat, every bit of it was reflected in Lestero's body. On the other hand, Lestrow will also get the strength of the entire legion to be fused into one!

It was an extremely powerful skill, which is the origin of the name of the Ruler of Lestero. It can be said that in the distant era of great chaos, this technique of his even almost led to a revolution. Create new ways of warfare. It was only because the conditions that came were too harsh that it did not rise in the end.

But even so, the advent is no joke. Once this technique is activated, the user connects the nervous system to each of the subordinates. This, of course, allowed Lestrow to manipulate the Legion like an arm. But it also consumes a huge amount of almost astronomical biological energy. And this energy rises in a straight line as the legion units increase.

In his glory days, he could command thousands of warriors and hundreds of millions of legions at the same time. That's why he will achieve the prestige of the supreme ruler. But now, ten warriors is already his limit. Not only that, but the years also consumed Lestero's life, making him grow older and more and die as well.

"Don't ...... It's long-winded. Listening to the anxious persuasion of the warrior, Lestrow only waved his hand and smiled faintly.

"Jill. I know you're worried about my body, but what is that? Do you know the way? I have been on this path of kings for thousands of years, and I have watched the universe evolve and the rules reorganize. Waiting for one king after another to set foot here. I regret not being able to set foot on the final battlefield of Claudir, but I am equally honored to witness the complete birth of a new generation of our people. ”

"This is my mission, my responsibility. I feel incredibly honored. It's a great honor. ”

"But my lord...... "The warriors are going to cry when they worship the ground." You have waited for thousands of years, and you have seen that you are getting old, but the expected king has never arrived...... No matter how many people came in, it turned out that they were just passers-by of history. Fanatics who seek to obtain the crystallization of our civilization. How can such a person be worth waiting for for a lifetime? ”

The Warrior's business was desolate, and tears welled up in his eyes. He had seen Lestero grow old with his own eyes. In order to protect this place, the Supreme Ruler chose a path that was different from others, never giving up his flesh. But in this way, his aging will inevitably appear on his body. Year after year, I get old.

It was the punishment of the years, cruel and real.

But Lestrow still stubbornly persisted, like an old root. He said it was his mission, his responsibility. So he can't die, he can't leave. For this mission, he stayed here year after year, and he couldn't enter the Illusory World like everyone else. Every day from the rising of the sun to the setting of the sun, he was lonely fiddling with chess pieces, playing chess with himself.

He has never complained of suffering, but the warrior knows that he is not bitter, but he cannot say it.

This is his mission, the will of the king.

In order to...... The king of the next generation.

"It's, it's been so long...... Lestro looked up and glanced at the illusory sky. Confused.

In his cloudy eyes, he seemed to see the figure of the king again, and the solemnity of the task entrusted to him. And, the determination to turn away.

"The future of Crodier is here. Lestero, you're going to help me hold the second pass. It doesn't matter how many years. You can grow old, you can be mediocre, but you can't die. When one day, a young man with blood-colored pupils arrives, when he can break into the core of the legion you are defending, when he can ignore the illusion and strengthen his will......"

"Hand me over to him." The king said to Lestero. "Give Him our civilization and give Him everything...... Because...... He will be you, will be all of us......"

Lestrow clearly remembered that the king had taken a deep breath and turned his head to look into the distant sky. His gaze pierced the sky.

"New ...... King. ”