At this moment, in the royal palace of Rock and Sand City.

Prince Dick stood alone in the empty hall, not knowing what he was thinking, and the shouts of murder from outside the palace could not awaken his mind, so he stood there silently with his head bowed, while in his hand, a pitch-black scroll that had lost all magical fluctuations was slowly turning into blood-red smoke.

Just as quiet as Prince Dick was King Tandak, who collapsed on his throne - even though the flames burning outside the palace turned into dancing lights and shadows against the white walls, the king, known as a tyrant, remained motionless with his eyes closed............

Now the king has probably never been so quiet in his life, because ...... He's dead!

He didn't die in Thorsend's trap, but he died under Prince Dick's suddenly torn scroll, and until he died, he was still reprimanding his grandson, until the scroll that carried the deadly magic was torn open by Prince Dick's hideous face, and the king who had no access to his senses didn't have time to notice.

And so, Tandak died, silently, like a helpless old man who had really entered the twilight, and his end did not end in a wonderful battle, but suddenly met the end of his life in the empty palace............

The king is gone, but the great palace is as cold and silent as ever.

There were no maids or guards in the gloomy palace, and the self-paying King Tandak had always considered it a great insult to be taken care of by others as a warrior, so he never needed a guard by his side, let alone the dedicated service of even a maid, even if his body was so weak that he couldn't move without using his fighting spirit, but Tandak still insisted on acting on his own, which he considered to be the only dignity he had left as a warrior.

But...... It is today that the only remaining dignity of his has caused this once astonishing warrior to fall on his throne, and no one even knew until the last moment that the king who had ruled the kingdom of Wybeon for thousands of years with absolute violence had fallen asleep forever.

Until death came, Tandak's right hand still did not let go of his sword, but it is a pity that this strong man who has held a sharp blade all his life has not even had time to draw his sword, I have to say that this is really an unexpected great irony.

It wasn't until a long, long time had passed, until the flames had spread to the curtain of the palace, that the marble floors began to burn............ Prince Dick casually threw away the palm-sized scroll and walked to the richly decorated throne, embellished with precious stones and emeralds.

Pushing Tandak's thin and old corpse off the throne in a daze, Dick, who had been smiling weirdly, carefully took out his custom gorgeous crown and brought it to himself, while slowly sitting on this beautiful throne.

"Ahahahahaha

Roaring loudly in a hoarse voice, the blood-red eyes of Dick laughed wildly on the throne, this prince who had been suppressed for an unknown amount of time and whose thinking had been affected by spells had never felt so happy, sitting on this throne he seemed to have seen the kingdom become strong and out of the desert, the raging fire reflected Dick's distorted face, and his fingers even oozed blood from clenching the throne too hard.

But............ In the next moment, Prince Dick's laughter and dreams came to an abrupt end.

With the sound of a full-level sheep-headed shaman unleashing a spell of witchcraft, the entire marble palace was instantly exploded, and the small half of the palace directly destroyed by the terrifying shockwave was shattered together with those large and small solid rocks under the terrible destructive energy, as well as the ambition of Prince Dick and the gorgeous throne............

—————— Dividing Line——————

"Boom"!!

In the south of Rock Sand City, a small point of light quickly flew into the dense army of sheep-headed people, and in the next moment, with the trembling of the earth and the deafening roar, the sheep-headed people who had slaughtered the poor people just now all turned into scattered minced meat.

There is no doubt that there is only one person who can unleash such a terrible spell on the sheep-headed army on this battlefield, and that is Ovacin - Sour Throat!

"It's amazing, hurry up and teach these damn sheep-headed people a lesson, you look at how dense they stand stupidly, they look like a good target"!

Seeing that a very small point of light had caused such a terrible lethality, Aisha's little face flushed with excitement as Ovac followed him.

Along the way, she saw too many tragedies caused by sheep-headed people—beautiful houses were destroyed by fire, children who were separated from their families sat on the ground crying, and people hiding in basements were captured and slaughtered by sheepheads with a keen sense of smell............ The angry Aisha was already boiling with blood, and if it weren't for the fact that her own apprentice-level stalker was really limited, this grief-stricken princess would have single-handedly slaughtered the army of sheepheads.

Of course, in the case of Ovacin's action, if Aisha rushed to the front line, it would not be helping at all but adding to the chaos, so the girl who knew this could only endure the anger burning in her heart and shout behind Ovacin.

"Ahh

"Knowing it, I can say for sure that not intercepting these sheep-headed people outside the city is the biggest mistake, if it is not for the safety of the poor, I only need three or four spells to solve these sheep-headed people, and now I have to carefully control the power of the spells, this is not an easy thing"!

After throwing a spell and blowing up the sheep-headed team without looking, Ovac, who was also anxious, complained to himself in a low voice as he hurried to the next burning place.

In a sense, the black dragon at this time was even more angry and anxious than Aisha, and the flames of Rock Sand City evoked Ovacin's most remorseful memories, witnessing the innocent poor people dying in the flames, Ovacin once again remembered the endless fire that raged in the mountains!

"Damn, I'm still too weak, if I were a legendary powerhouse, how could there be such tragedies one after another."

Secretly gritting his teeth, Ovac increased his casting speed again in spite of the sting of his soul, perhaps the current black dragon was already longing for the pain in his soul, because only this intense pain could wash away the remorse that spread in his heart.