However, the Lord of Helmtika, who had high hopes for Amy, did not act.

Even though Gladys's mental network had been completely severed under the impact just now, Duke Goldsworthy suddenly lost his eyes and ears like a normal person, although he was not ignorant of Xudra's actions, but his control over the battle situation undoubtedly fell to a freezing point at this moment.

Strangely, he didn't seem surprised or moved.

It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and there was no panic on the handsome face.

He just stood quietly by the windowsill, letting the cool cold wind outside the window blow the long flowing hair, and his expression did not change from beginning to end, just like the ancient Greek style marble sculpture, movement and stillness formed a perfect unity on his body, obviously the body did not move at all, but it was similar to the cheetah that was about to burst into prey, and the body unconsciously exuded a suffocating sense of awe and oppression.

If you look in his eyes, you can see ...... Mythical creatures from the eternally dark and silent depths of the ocean, and its tyrannical scarlet eyes.

"Xudra, yes. ”

The silver-haired, dark-eyed Glory One lowered his eyes slightly, and groaned.

Duke Goldsworthy didn't dare to be careless about the ancient evil that could break through the Silver City, even in its half-abandoned state, even though he had made the worst prediction of the damage it could cause, but he realized it when the mythical creatures crossed the fantasy king's landing...... The ancients who participated in that magnificent epic that opened the world before the opening of order were more terrible than he—more than anyone could have imagined.

He wasn't sure.

There is no certainty of a one-hit kill.

The City of Gold does have the power of a god, but ...... As the lord of Hemtika, he didn't have the authority to pull the power in it, all he could do was simply and rudely detonate this transcendent power - as for whether he could kill it, kill the Xudra who was raging on the ruins of Hemtika? Maybe he could, maybe not, he had no bottom in his heart, let alone a certainty.

He didn't dare to bet.

So, all you can do is wait.

Waiting for a "guest" who is bound to come.

And then...... Of course, he, the old man who ruled the Hemtika Order, came.

"You're so calm. The Patriarch of the Order looked at the Glorious Descendant in front of him, who still maintained the same appearance as a young man, and the corners of his mouth slightly outlined an arc, "Aren't you afraid that I will break the covenant?"

"I'm afraid," Duke Goldsworthy said bluntly, "but I—or maybe we have no choice." ”

"Huh-"

Brandon O'Neill chuckled, he knew very well that the Order and the Glory were never the same people, not in the past, not now, and not in the future, but they both belong to the camp of Order, and when faced with the greater and more evil enemy of Dark Chaos, they often lack a choice, and in order to survive, they have to put aside the differences in their paths and the prejudices and hostility that have accumulated for a long time, and fight the enemy together—this is far from uncommon.

"That's right, there's no choice. ”

"I'm not sure," said the lord of Hemtika, his dark eyes engulfing all superfluous emotions like black holes, "I need your help." ”

"What shall I say?" the Order's Patriarch in Hemtica shrugged his eyebrows like a mischievous child, then chuckled, "It's an honor—"

"If you like. Duke was unmoved, and replied with cold words.

"Well, then," Brandon O'Neill shook his head, "contrary to what many people might think, I don't really have an aversion to Hemtika, the Glory. ”

He paused: "What I hate is the ancestors—and only the ancestors. ”

"This is not surprising," the silver-haired, dark-eyed Glory Ones lowered their eyes slightly, "when they choose to carve out the realm of order in the abyss of despair at the bottom of this world, they will be disgusted and hated. ”

"Perhaps. ”

The old man obviously did not intend to elaborate too much on this issue, and after a noncommittal word, he looked deeply at the Lord of Hemtika in front of him: "But—Duke Goldsworthy, have you ever thought about the question, if the outside world is so beautiful, why do we have to struggle in this abyss of sin, and make efforts that are doomed to be in vain?"

Then, without giving the Glory a chance to argue, he turned and walked away, and disappeared into the light outside the door.

"Of course," said the glorious descendant, who looked like a young man, whispered to himself, "but what's the use of thinking about it?"

"Here...... After all, it's our hometown. ”

"We can't escape—"

This is the duty and mission that the glorious must shoulder. ”

Saying this intermittently, he closed his eyes softly, waiting for the majesty of Augustus to descend here.

Augustus.

He is the living god of the Order, and the only person who has ascended to the strongest throne since the ancestors disappeared.

Not to mention anything else, to be able to create the Order alone in the time of the pre-ancient kings, and gradually grow it to the point where it is comparable to the Glory, the Knights, and even above it, makes people have to admit that this immortal who still exists today is indeed qualified to be regarded as the only true god on earth.

Even if he is the chosen one, there is still a qualitative gap with him.

So much so that many people believe that this great man who has deeply influenced the dark millennium is actually an ancestor who has survived from the beginning of the establishment of order.

- and only in this way can he explain his majesty above the mortal world.

And as the patriarch who suppressed the land in place of Augustus and herded all beings on behalf of the lord, Brandon O'Neill sealed a power of this great being, a transcendent power far above mortals.

This is the only and biggest hole card of the Hemtika Order.

Knowing the existence of this hole card, none of the Glory of Hemtika has ever had a large-scale conflict with the Order - no one is sure to take the ultimate blow of the Celestial Mortal, not even the Chosen One within the Knights, it is a force that cannot be fathomed and even more incomprehensible.

So, while waiting, Duke is also looking forward to it.

- With the mentality of a fighter, I look forward to the arrival of the strongest force in this world.

And the other side.

Durandon was well aware of his expectations, after all, he was not alone, as the patriarch of Helmtica in place of Augustus, the traveler who had traveled through most of the night to the mysterious Black Zone, was equally curious about the ultimate power of this world.

It's just not necessary to show it.

On the dividing line between darkness and light, the old man who once had the surname O'Neill stopped.

Raising his head, the red eyes met the scarlet gaze.

Xu Dela, who was frantically abusing and killing the undead, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and his tyrannical eyes rarely regained some sanity and calm.

It sensed threatened, and though it wasn't really a threat, the tiny human in front of it did possess extraordinary strength, and if it continued to play, it was likely to be hurt by it.

So—

Kill him!

The chaotic killing intent overflowed, and Xu Da, who became serious, did have a kind of god-like power in his gestures.

If it was a one-on-one battle—no, if it was one-on-one, he wouldn't have thought of fighting a monster of this level at all, and at least he would have to pull in a few peak powerhouses who were at the limit of mortals like him, so that he would be qualified to try his mantis arm in front of him.

But now, it's not one-on-one.

Augustus was with him!

Raising the scepter in his hand, the Patriarch of the Order of Helmtica met the howling wind, the giant palm of Shüdra that almost threw down the entire world.

“Kaj la Sinjoro diris: Estu lumo.”

The seal is unsealed with the first words written in the sacred scriptures, and the vast power of the gods of the earth is revealed.

——！！！

In just a moment, the world was torn apart.

Along with the downpour of blood fell a huge head of Xudra, which was close to the size of the town hall.

The scarlet eyes never closed.

Is it that you can't accept your own fate, or that you can't understand the grandeur of power beyond common sense?

No one knows the answer.

Just as no one knows what just happened.

Yes, neither Duke Goldsworthy, the lord of Hemtika, nor Brandon O'Neinnes, the user of this power, nor many others who witnessed the end of Hurdra's life, did not see what really happened in that life-or-death moment.

All they saw was a beam of light, a blinding light that they couldn't take their eyes off it.

And then...... With the sound of crackling rain, Hüdra's head fell into the ground, into the abyss called death.

It's dead.

Died like a bedbug being pressed to death.

The huge body that had lost its vitality and vitality fell to the ground, and dozens of glorious people who were still immersed in terror became its burial objects in such a daze.

The great roar that followed echoed throughout the world like its death knell.

——

"What the hell just happened-" Even the Death Bird, who was at the seat of the Dark Lords, couldn't help but change his expression when he witnessed this shocking scene, and looked at the dark wizard Alfred, who had never dealt with him, "Did you see clearly?"

"No," the noble son with different pupils had a solemn face, he had not provoked the sword-bearers and the glorious ones of Hemtika once or twice, and at this time he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear, because he hadn't really touched the bottom line of the people in power in the city, otherwise he wouldn't have the slightest confidence that he would be able to withstand this shocking blow, "I haven't seen anything." ”

Except for the light.

However, beyond the conversation between the two, a third voice interjected.

"Actually, it's not such a great power," the voice of a slightly immature, even slightly young girl sounded behind the two of them, "It's just a deep use of the power of the ancestors." ”

- What a person!

I didn't feel anyone's approach!

The two battle-hardened Dark Ministers reacted at the same time, turning around and looking in the direction where the voice came from.

And then his eyes widened at the same time—

What is reflected in the pupil is ...... A little girl of fifteen or sixteen, no? should be twelve or thirteen years old.

A little girl with black hair and black eyes.

- Witch Kasu.

This is the title she left for Amy.