"You... Who the hell is it!?"

Jose finally realizes their suspicious identity in front of him. He was dazzled by all the magic tricks just now, and he now suspected that he was in a dream.

"It's up to you to tell him. ”

Demos's eyes were even more vicious.

"Karetta, tell him who we really are. ”

"Karetta, what the hell is going on!"

José became more and more agitated.

At this point, we have to tell the truth. She looked up, finally ready to meet his eager gaze.

"Do you remember the mythical story I once told about the love of the messenger of 'love and light' and the prince of Troy?"

Jose nodded ignorantly.

"Stupid, do you think it's just a coincidence that she shares the same name as the gods!"

He seemed to be awakened by Demos's domineering interjection, and stared at Carette in a daze, his eyes revealing extreme incredulity.

"You are the god?... Oh my God......"

After a moment, José thought to ask.

"I'm not sure if I'm dream......ing! Are you really a daughter of God... We were able to meet,... Is it because Hector, no, it was me in my previous life, and I made a blood oath before I died......? Hector?"

Kareta stared at him softly, her eyes glistening with tears, and her voice sounded slightly choked.

"If those are not legends, those are the real past, are you still willing to be with me, even if you encounter unexpected dangers, you will not give up your love for me?"

“... Of course, I want to believe you! I want to say that even if I am not Hector, I will never give up my love for you!"

Jose's expression was a little messy, but he couldn't resist Carrete's resentful gaze anyway, and he finally showed resolute affirmation.

Carette smiled brightly, as if she had forgotten the danger she was in, and had left behind all timidity.

She closed her palms together and then parted, pulling out a silver light, which turned into a long sword.

"Demos, Jose's life must not be handed over to you!"

Demos stared at the glittering sword light in surprise, and felt a slight sour annoyance in his heart. The sneering smile on his face gradually disappeared, and a trace of helplessness gradually floated, and the black silent pupils were filled with murderous intent.

"Don't you regret rejecting a righteous god like me, but choosing an ignorant human being, and willingly losing your life for him?"

"Let me come!"

José snatched the weapon from Carette's hand, and he confronted Demos calmly.

"Although I can't figure out the feud between you and Kareta for a while, if you want to hurt her, I will never agree!"

Before Carreta could stop him, José rushed forward and stabbed Demos in the chest with a diagonal sword, but was stopped by a cloud of black smoke.

The fog cleared, and Demos held a magnificent sword in his palm.

"Killing you is nothing more than pinching a bed bug!"

He finally found the object of his anger and began to attack in a frenzy. The moves are all domineering, as if only by immediately dismantling Jose into eight pieces can he dissolve the stasis in his heart.

The battle gradually intensified, sparks splashed everywhere where the two swords met, and the air became more and more tense and oppressive, and even the metallic smell from the friction of weapons could be smelled.

Carreta never imagined that José, who had studied fencing as an amateur, would be so proficient. A sword flew up and down as he danced, silver gleaming and sparkling.

She was completely attracted and shocked by his heroic appearance, and couldn't help but think about it, awakening the dusty but clear and profound memory hidden in her heart.

"Hector..."

She called softly, and his moist eyes were full of his figure, with the same courage and courage as the prince, and the same fortitude and fearlessness.

Out of the corner of his eye, Demos completely captured her heart.

The loud sound of metal striking made Karete's body tremble, and her consciousness was pulled back from her thoughts to reality.

Jose's hand had already taken off his sword, and Demos raised his weapon and was about to slash it down, when a cold wind swept through him, breaking his attack. Taking this opportunity, Kareta picked up her sword from the ground and continued to fight him.

I should be grateful for that experience at the North Pole, she thought. Without Odin's cultivation, it would have been impossible for him to compete with the Dark God for twenty rounds.

The body is suddenly unable to move. To be precise, she should have been restrained by the power of some kind of spell, she raised her sword and flew backwards quickly, and the sharp blade pointed straight at Jose behind her!

What a despicable -

Kareta screamed and let go of her sword, and her body fell to the side with all her might, and finally fell to the ground, and the sword fell to the ground at the same moment.

The whole process only happens in a moment, but it is also a thousand moments.

Demos took a few steps forward, pressed his cold blade against Kareste's throat, and was not willing to stab him after all.

He admired with interest the complex expression of horror and hatred on her face. The grim demeanor had faded, and his gaze had softened a lot.

was about to lift up this puffing body, but saw her roll on the spot, quickly raised the sword in her hand again, turned around sharply, and swept a sword at him mercilessly.

Demos scrambled back. Sen Han's sword qi swept past his chest, and several black broken hairs fell to the ground, revealing skin at the torn chest, and a bloody wound on it was particularly eye-catching.

He was a little startled, and then looked at Kareta very calmly, his eyes rolling with a slight appreciation.

"How long are you going to play, Demos, are you going to tear down this temple?"

A clear female voice broke the atmosphere that had cooled for a while, and a dark shadow came leisurely.