"Stomp ...... Stampede"

There was a sudden sound of footsteps, and in the depths of the fog where you couldn't see your fingers, a huge shadow as a bear crashed through the fog and appeared, as if it was being pursued by a very terrible enemy, and its panicked emotions were frozen in its black eyes as bright as the morning star. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The blurred face gradually became clear, it was the Lord of Sword Bay of the Duchy of Virginie, his forehead oozed with sweat the size of mung beans, and his heart beat fast, but he began to slow down until he stopped.

"Who am I?"

The sound of gasps slowly lowered, and even in a dream, the descendants of the Lord of Dawn who stepped into the realm of heroes quickly adapted to the rules and freed themselves from the invisible shackles.

"I am Ransenlot, the great Lord of Sword Bay, Ransenlot. Why should I run?

His brow furrowed as he felt his weakness and weakness as he struggled to resolve his doubts, and Ransenlott couldn't help but raise his hands to smooth them out.

In an instant, he was surprised to find that all the wrinkles on his forehead had disappeared, and his skin was full of elasticity and youthful vitality that only a young man had, just as the merciless years and time had not carved their marks on his face.

The messy beard was gone, and when Ranson Lot's hands slid over his chin and along the pinna to the top of his head, his bald head was covered in long silky hair.

The brain is not stupid, on the contrary, it is the lord who can resist the pressure of the blood clan to enter the Sword Bay and command the lordship of nearly 100,000 people in the riverbend region, Ransenlott is very smart, and immediately understands what is going on after a short shock.

"I'm younger, and I'm back in the golden heyday of my life. ”

He tried to clench his fists, and the strength poured out, and his arms glowed with a clear yellow glow, like armor in gold.

This is the ability he obtained by completely igniting his bloodline and stepping into the realm of heroes, and he will not cheat at all, and he can't imagine that he can still maintain the dream between the illusory and the real.

A pair of golden hands with golden flames on their bodies suddenly appeared, like two poisonous snakes summoned by the white-armed goddess to try to strangle the great hero Hercules in swaddling clothes.

Digging out the heart with his right hand, choking his throat with his left hand, a fatal vital attack, a sense of urgency on the verge of life and death, and the hairs on his whole body stand up, Ransenlot does not hesitate to play his hole cards.

"Hmmm...... Takashi"

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and a classical pillar temple suddenly appeared like thunder, and the roar was deafening, blowing away the seemingly illusory fog around it.

At the front of the temple is the Trevi Fountain of Neptune, the King of the Waves, where the Daughter of the Waves and the Foam of the Waves stands in a huge shell dragged by four copper-skinned seahorses, holding three coins in her hand.

At this moment, a copper coin quietly fell, and Ransenlot's body disappeared abruptly, and the attack of the mysterious enemy suddenly failed, and he reappeared, only to land in the center of the fountain pool, the pedestal of the lifelike rock carving, a tide rushing by, and the waves breaking the messy reef.

The mysterious man who didn't succeed in the fatal blow and didn't even reveal his true body, put his right hand up as a sword, raised it high, and then slashed down.

The fog that had not yet dissipated around him was torn into a cylinder by the sword wind, and with such a terrible blow, Ransenlott did not dare to underestimate it, and raised his right foot and stomped on the ground, knocking down one of the two coins held by the Girl of Spray Foam in her right hand again.

The water that flows quietly in the fountain pool suddenly bursts up, forming a dome-like water curtain canopy, and the sound of the waves lapping on the shore is faint, and the salty sea breeze blows on the surface of the water, and the ripples and vibrations are non-stop, as if a certain coastline has been moved directly over.

The mysterious man's right-hand sword slashed, slashing the sea breeze without stopping, and the unrivaled sword momentum sliced through the water curtain canopy that Ransenlott was holding.

Unfortunately, the water was constantly flowing, and when I realized that the two sides were not on the same level, the half-cut gap suddenly twisted into a whirlpool-like force field, like a prison that trapped the right hand of the mysterious man.

The invincible holy sword stagnated, and such a familiar scene reminded the mysterious man of the battle of Moon Island in the North Sea, the half-elf sage encountered, the strength of the two sides was very close, but the path of walking was somewhat different.

This person is none other than Aldrich Triss, who uses the authority of the Lord of the Grotesque to forcibly pull the Lord of Sword Bay, who has shown hostility towards him, into the surface of the secret realm in the forest.

Perhaps only here can the two sides really do their best, instead of taking care of too many things and not being able to let go.

"Divine Punishment.Summoning the Holy Sword!"

Seeing that his opponent still had the strength to spare, and once again experiencing the deadly sense of oppression, Ransenlot couldn't help but look up and see the clouds that filled the sky or the mist dissipate quickly, revealing a brilliant sword completely condensed by holy light.

"No!"

The third coin automatically jumped off the Wishing Fountain, and the temple gate suddenly opened, revealing the deepest statue of the goddess, the guardian shield made by the god of craftsmen in the skin of the ewe Amar Tya, and the four divine seals of fear, battle, ferocity, and tracking were in the four corners, and the head of the medusa of the snake-haired girl Medusa was in the center of the shield.

When it appeared above Ransenlot's head, it was just enough to resist the Divine Punishment of the Sword of Light. Under the collision between the two, although the goddess's guardian shield was only a defective product, its essence was still higher than the Excaliba sword, after all, the latter was a holy flame at most, and if it wasn't for the piggybacking divine power, it wouldn't even be able to generate a deadly threat.

"Unfortunately, you've already used the wish three times. ”

Ransenlot's face was not good-looking, but he was relieved when he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that Aldrich Triss's right hand was still locked.

"That's right, but think about where you are. ”

The Virtue Knight laughed, "Are you suffering from amnesia? or are you old enough to start getting old? This is my territory, and all the rules will be adjusted to your disadvantage as I please." ”

Ransenlot's face did not change, but the eyes of the bright morning star showed signs of faltering, and although they disappeared quickly, they were still caught by Aldrich Tris.

"However, in order to reflect the fairness of this battle, I will not change the rules, otherwise you will completely let go of the obsession with winning or losing, and we will all regret it for the rest of our lives. ”

The descendant of the Lord of Dawn, after entering the hero realm, the transcendent who could no longer progress after exhausting his accumulation, felt the sincerity of the other party, and nodded lightly: "You are worthy of being a knight of the Eight Virtues, I underestimate you too much." ”

Aldrich Tris smiled and nodded slightly, choosing the location of this battle in the outer layer of the secret realm in the forest, which would not interfere with the core area, and could make both sides go all out without reservation, and more importantly, there were three demigods to watch the battle.

The reindeer king was noncommittal, and the Styx ferryman was a little moved, and the only one who cheered was Helena Thériès, the generous hand.

"In this place of illusion and reality, let me return to the golden youth of my life, and as a sign of respect and gratitude to you, please allow me to show my full form. ”

The temple that had not yet revealed its core secret gradually moved away, and two stone pillars suddenly rose behind Ransenlot, between the two pillars, corresponding to the night of the heavenly dome, a spiral star map appeared, but unfortunately the form was very vague, and the specific subtleties did not separate the brilliant galaxy vortex.

"The end of the world!"

Aldrich Triss couldn't help but sigh, and finally realized that those who were hostile to him and had entered the Hero's Sanctuary had come to the end of the road.

There may be a road ahead, but due to the shackles of bloodline and the embarrassment of tapping potential to the limit, it is not possible to condense its own constellation in the chaotic nebula.

"Hah!"

Exhaled, his right hand broke free from his bondage and freed, and Aldrich Tris's body was completely revealed from the mist.

The source of virtue burned to the limit, condensed into a shiny full-coverage double dragon armor, the right dragon head extended outward to hold the holy sword Excaliba, the left side held the meteor spear Ganggnir, the chest was placed with the wall of sighs containing all things in the world, and behind him rose the demigods, The banner of the heroic Argonauts' holy ship, the wine cup of the Horn of Abundance is still empty, the wine brewed in anticipation of victory is infused, the winged boots are constantly flapping their wings, making his body flicker and flicker, as if he is jumping in time and space at any moment, and the most precious free will is the great eagle at the top of the holy mountain.

As if seeing the majestic figure of the giant god enveloping Aldrich Tris, Ransenlot couldn't help but take a step back, and then remembered that he had been shocked before the battle, and the shame of humiliating the glory of the ancestral god made his anger rise sharply.

Not only to the virtuous knight in front of him, but also his own "mediocrity" and "incompetence", which deeply pierced the hearts of the descendants of the Lord of the Morning Dawn, and trembled like shackles.

Aldrich Triss faintly heard the chains breaking, but Ransenlot's anger was clearly not enough.

"It is impossible to abandon the glory of the past and become the heaviest burden. In a period of intense turmoil between the old and the new, you could have seized the opportunity to break through in one fell swoop, but you were obsessed with your identity and the mission given to you by your family. ”

Shaking his head slightly, the Knight of the Eight Virtues showed a sympathetic look, and more serious than looking down on Ransenlot's strength was sympathy for his life circumstances.

He was once again ignited by rage, and it was a terrifying loss of reason, the blood veins of several divine sources boiling and clash fiercely with each other in his body, and the torn doom made the topaz-like body faintly crack, revealing the fresh flesh and blood inside, and the flare that escaped from the wound was the light of Ransenlot's mind, which was enough to prove that he was completely out of control.

"It's rare to meet an opponent who can give me my full strength, and I didn't expect to be crazy. ”

Aldrich Triss's hands were folded at his waist, his body sank slightly, his right leg took a step forward, the source of virtue burning violently, and his left hand clenched into a fist like a shooting star sliding across the sky.

"The chaotic star map, let me divide the boundary for you and set the order!"

A punch slammed into Ransenlot's forehead, and the spontaneous protector nature of the divine bloodline reacted instantly, condensing into a sheep's horn sigil, summoning a crystal-textured barrier out of thin air, making the Meteor Fist return in vain, but Aldrich Tris's purpose was not only that.

At the end of the world, a nebula between the twin pillars, an alien meteor crossed a perfect trajectory and suddenly crashed into it.

The nebula, which was originally a blurred mass, became a little clearer in a trance, and the peripheral star debris scattered and disappeared, and the surface impact was like a volcanic eruption, spitting out more than a hundred star points, condensing a constellation according to a certain rule.

"As expected, the most inducible thing about Meteor Punch is Sagittarius, and then I will shape all the signs of the zodiac. ”

This is followed by the right-handed holy sword Excaliba, which splits Capricorn in the nebula, and the Golden Fleece flag evokes Aries, lighting up the remaining nine constellations one by one in a certain order, forming a complete cycle.

Ransenlott gradually broke free from his rage, and when he turned his head to see the end of his world, extending a new path, similar to the galactic vortex of the guardians of the zodiac, he understood Aldrich Triss's good intentions.

He crossed his hands to protect his cracked forehead and assumed a purely defensive posture: "It's a pity that none of them belong to my constellation, perhaps...... Not eligible. ”

"Hey, the Virtue Knight on the other side, your fists, don't stop!"

Aldrich Triss's fists did not stop, punch after punch, his strength and source seemed to be endless, not only did Ransenlot be deeply shocked, but even the three demigods who stayed in the core area of the secret realm in the forest, Holiday Island, showed a look of surprise.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom"

In the hundredth punch, Ranson Lot's body and limbs were all cracked, and some kind of bloodline with a divine source quietly collapsed, which seemed to be related to the frost extending from the wind and water realms.

In the 500th punch, Ransenlot's skin was gone, revealing the citrine-like flesh underneath, which was smashed into smoke by Aldrich Triss's fist, and the tiny particles quietly dispersed.

In the thousandth punch, Ransenlott only had a miserable white skeleton left, and his head and internal organs were protected by a mysterious force, but under the heavier and heavier punches, I am afraid that it will not be able to support it, and it is only a matter of time before it is broken.

In the second thousandth punch, the colored jewel-like internal organs were completely gone, even the most important heart was shattered and cracked, and there was a pile of crystalline fragments on the ground, and the blood was soaked like mercury, but it was a pity that they could not be reunited, after all, Aldrich Tris had destroyed it too completely.

Before Ransenlott died, the Knight of Virtue asked, "Have you found your way?"

"Found it!"

The last punch, the third thousandth, the only intact head was also weathered by the fist.

In the old days, the last descendant of the Lord of the Dawn was killed by Aldrich Trisg in the secret forest between the unreal and the real in the late autumn of the 339th year of the solar calendar.

Except for the three witnesses of the demigods, no third party has been informed of this matter.