The meeting with Duke Goldsworth was not expected.

As the leader of the Chaos Cult of Hemtica, Alfred was well acquainted with his old friends, and if Dawn Fire was the hound that tracked him, Duke Goldsworth was naturally the hunter with the reins of the hound, the most dangerous of all the Glory - and that danger was not only his power and status, but also his innate ability.

Aggrandizement.

As one of the most exposed Gloryers, the City Lord's abilities are no secret in the upper districts, although I don't know what the specific limitations are, but the outward trait is undoubtedly strengthened-it sounds like a very simple and ordinary ability, isn't it? In fact, it is not the same thing at all, even if he fights with this Speaker who stands at the top of the Glory, and most of them are at the touch of a button, he can clearly realize that Duke · It is no coincidence that Goldsworthy is in this position, and his ability may not be enough to be called the strongest or even invincible, but it is difficult to find anyone to match him in terms of versatility and difficulty.

Strengthening, as the name suggests, he can freely strengthen himself - and what is the so-called strengthening, the definition is very vague and ambiguous, Duke Goldsworthy can not only strengthen his explosive power, reflexes, resilience, self-healing power and other qualities at any time according to the needs of the situation, but also can change his own resistance, strengthen the strength of the body to more than steel, and improve his immunity to an inhuman situation, no matter what kind of enemy he faces, he can always maintain overwhelming strength.

It is a man who has no weaknesses.

At the very least, Alfred was not confident that he could defeat him.

"The Dark Lords. The de facto supreme ruler of the city of Helmtica paced out of the darkness like a tiger patrolling the mountains and forests, his black trench coat moving with the wind, and no joy or anger in his dark eyes, "Tell me your purpose." ”

He scrutinized them condescendingly, his long silver hair hanging behind him.

"Duke Goldsworthy, I'm not obligated to answer your question—" The Dark Wizard opened his blood-colored pupils that had been half-squinting, his cynical smile faded from his picture-scroll-like face, and his voice was as cold as ice, "before you return to the Underworld." ”

"Don't shy away from my question," but the Glory One didn't even look at him, just stared at the little girl in front of him, without threat, without annoyance, not even the least of hostility, and confided in a flat tone what should have been a secret name: "Pandora." ”

Alfred couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and the humiliation of being ignored melted away at this moment: it is true that the name of the Three Princes and Nine Ministers is not a secret, but this is also relatively speaking, even within the sect, the only one who is qualified to know such secrets is the Dark Ministers who act on behalf of the Chaos Will, Duke Goldsworthy...... Where did the glorious people know this name?

Could it be ...... Presence at his side...... Defector?

"You should know my purpose. The girl who was among the Nine Emperors jumped up in front of the Glory One like a child who didn't know anything about the world, poked him in the chest quite affectionately, and then looked up, "After all, the war between order and chaos—"

She paused, reining in the frivolity and banter of her words.

"—never stop. ”

Here's your answer. Duke Goldsworthy raised an eyebrow and sneered, "It's really in line with the Chaos cultists' statement, but ...... Are you, or you, really ready for war with the Knights?"

Knights...... Wait, Knights!?

The Dark Wizard is no stranger to the term, and it should be said that anyone who knows even the slightest bit about the time of the pre-ancient kings will be familiar with it—in that era of unprecedented civilization, in order to deal with the threat of the Fog of the Nameless, the knights gathered under the command of the Lone High King, and where the royal banner went, there was no rival in front of him.

The Knights symbolize the highest level of combat power of the Glory, and if it really exists, there are probably only a few people in Hemtika City who are qualified to be among them—even Samuel Oldin, the Morning Fire who has been behind him for decades, may not be able to claim the name of knight there.

Every knight is the elite of the elite, they are all monsters of monsters, their strength is difficult to describe in words, let alone the so-called hierarchy of the frame, not to mention the high demons who are affected by the will of chaos, even if it is a character of his level, they dare not say that they will win.

From this point of view alone, Duke Goldsworthy fits the definition of a knighthood.

But what surprised him more than this was Pandora.

More precisely, the message of her words.

"The Knights, will no longer be an obstacle. The little girl, delicate as a doll, smiled sweetly as if she had received a toy of her choice, "It is not the dead who sleep forever, but even death itself will pass away in the mysterious eternity—do you say? ”

Her voice was as crisp and melodious as an organ, but to the Glorious One, it sounded like a demon's whisper.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Goldsworthy's eyes narrowed half-widely, and there was no change in expression in his handsome features, "what eternal sleep is not the dead, what treacherous eternity, and death itself is gone?" ”

"Perhaps," Pandora turned, her black princess dress whirling, "if you insist, Hemtika, no, the Lord of the City who should call you Lalaye is." ”

It was long enough to make the Dark Wizard, an outsider, feel an embarrassing silence.

It is not the dead who sleep forever, death itself is gone, and it is not Hemtika, it is Ralaye...... Alfred had no idea what they were talking about, what kind of riddles they were playing, and for the first time, the Dark Lords felt strange to the city he had lived in for decades.

What kind of secrets are hidden under Hemtika?

What exactly does the name Laleier mean?

He didn't know, he didn't know at all, that as the one who was supposed to be the most familiar with Hemtika among the Dark Secretaries, he could only be silent at this moment.

Until—

"What the hell are you ......," the Glory's lips squirmed slightly, "what do you know?"

"More than you think. Pandora put her index finger to her lower lip, tilted her head and smiled brightly, and said in a sweet voice, "In the time of the pre-ancient kings, Hemtika once enjoyed the unbreakable name of the Triple City, but few people know that this is not the original name of Hemtika - the history of Hemtika is quite old, and its prototype existed even before the royal capital of Prometheus was built, and at that time, it was named the Great Seal of Lalaye by the ancestors. ”

"What is it sealing?" the girl paced around the man standing at the top of the pyramid of power in Khmtika with an innocent and casual face, and from time to time she whirled her skirt like a butterfly, revealing an innocent smile like a child, "You know, it was the ancient era when the first ancestors who cut through the dark chaos of blindness and foolishness were still in the human world, what is the need for them to seal here?" The answer is, of course, ......."

"Enough. ”

The cold tone and the cold murderous intent came to her face, but Pandora only tilted her head slightly, and showed a look of bewilderment, and protested in a weak voice appropriate for her age: "It is very rude to interrupt a lady's speech, Mr. Goldsworthy. ”

"You ...... Could it be that you want to release that monster?" the lord of Hemtika City looked down at the little girl in front of him condescendingly, a cold light as sharp as a razor in his eyes, "Or is it just a cover to attract my attention?"

"Guess?" Pandora's eyes widened, crystal clear.

"I never flip a coin. Duke Goldsworth said, and ...... The invisible blade pinned to his waist pierced the long night before dawn like a bolt of lightning, and with the splash of blood, before anyone could react, the crimson blade of the sword had already emerged from the girl's back, stringing her up like a rag doll, "Sure enough, I would rather believe in the sword than in words." ”

It all happened too quickly and suddenly, and it wasn't until his voice fell that the red-eyed crow of the Dark Wizard had just flapped its wings.

"It's too late," the Gloryer neatly pulled the invisible sword from the girl's chest, shook off the blood stains on it with a wave of his hand, and looked up at the crows that had been called, "You still can't learn well, Alfred." ”

In the next moment, it had appeared behind him like a shadow.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, too fast!

The dark wizard's movements were frozen in the moment of turning back, and the sharp sword light split it in two from top to bottom.

And so, the crows soared.

Incarnation.

Silently watching the dark wizard who had regrouped together dozens of meters away, splicing together in human form, Duke Goldsworthy did not pursue.

If only Samuel were still around.

The Lord couldn't help but think that his abilities were really not suitable for dealing with Alfred—

But in the next moment, the calm reverie came to an abrupt end.