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A huge roar resounded frequently in the dark night, and the black sword and the scattered flowing fire were woven into each other. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The gods of the night have once again descended into the world, and together with Asathys, they have painted a picture of the confrontation between gods and demons.

This picture scroll undoubtedly injected a tube of cardio into the beings of the Northern Regions. In desperation, they looked up, and there was a little more hope in the center of prayer and admiration.

They knew it was the Black Sword Master. One of the four strongest beings in the world is the strongest one that belongs only to them in the Northern Regions. In their opinion, since this being has appeared, then the Northern Regions may really be able to survive this difficult time and usher in the dawn of God's coming. However, just when their hearts were on fire, there was a figure that was incompatible with them, but their hearts were cold.

Ian walked on his way to the Tower of the Fallen Star, not paying any attention to the battle that seemed to be deciding the fate of the North. Because in his cold heart, he already knew that the end of the Northern Regions was doomed.

On New Year's night, the man told him that he would one day climb the tower himself, whether he wanted it or not. Ian had thought that was what he understood, but now he knew that it wasn't what he had in mind.

In the crowd of people who were scattering and fleeing, he seemed a little different. Because in the eyes of all, he seemed to walk extremely slowly, as leisurely as if he were strolling. However, in fact, he did not walk slowly, and just one step would naturally cross a distance of tens of meters. No one could find out about this, and no one was in the mood to care about it, so it seemed to everyone that he was really going very slowly.

In fact, after knowing the truth, he had a lot to think about. That's why he has to go slow and want everything he should do before he gets to his destination.

Ignoring the sparks and flying swords in the sky, he scurried through the burning streets. Finally stood in front of the door of the Grand Duke's Palace. He didn't knock on the door, and he didn't let anyone inform him of his arrival. Because the gate was open, the soldiers who had surrounded it had either been transferred or had become a dead body.

He walked in through the main entrance so easily, and then he saw the mess all over the ground.

There are obvious traces of fighting here, traces of people fighting each other. Countless dead bodies were placed there so blatantly, as if the other party had no intention of hiding it. Ian was calm about the corpses, for the greatest shock had passed, and nothing could shake his mind anymore.

He walked slowly through the corpses. In the midst of that, several slightly familiar corpses caught his attention. Those were the corpses of three high-ranking beings. Two of them were the beings in charge of guarding the man, with whom he had a relationship. He was more familiar with the other corpse, the one that belonged to Gael, and he was very impressed by this superior powerhouse, he knew that his arrows could easily outspeed sounds, and what he was really good at was tracking aura.

Of course, that was in the past, and now he was dead here.

Ian shook his head, and he withdrew his gaze and walked forward again. He passed through the garden and found that there were corpses and blood stains everywhere, many of the dead people Ian knew, and he knew that these people were diehard loyalists of that person, only to be betrayed by that person.

He continued on, following the path in the backyard to the bottom of the Falling Star Tower. And here, too, he found the corpses of two high-ranking powers. One of Ian was extremely unfamiliar, while the other was extremely familiar. They seem to be engaged in an extremely fierce battle during their lifetimes, with one of them killing the other, and the victorious one being pierced through the back.

Ian felt a little sad. Because the superior who died by the sneak attack had wide eyes and a face full of disbelief. Ian could feel the pain and reluctance in his eyes. If he was still alive, he must have asked why that man had killed him?

He was the Bard Guard, the most loyal of the Lords, and one of the three most familiar with Ian among the Lords of the Northern Regions.

Ian's face fluctuated. He crouched down and slowly closed his eyes. He already knew why the demon tide had arrived, but the high-ranking powerhouses in the Northern Regions had not made a move.

Because except for that person, all the high-ranking people in the Northern Regions have fallen

Such a fact doesn't make Ian feel any worse. Because in his opinion, if someone is not dead, that is the most troublesome. Because it means that the superior also belongs to the other side's camp. Fortunately, as it seems now, if the Black Balance will not have a hidden superior, then there should be only one opponent he will face.

A diamond-shaped crystal appears in Ian's hand. Based on his previous memories, he embedded it in the recess of the tower's giant door. The silver streaks that surround the tower reappear. These lines, which are imperceptible during the day, but are exceptionally clear at night, wind around, like countless slender arms, slowly opening the portal to the tower for Ian. And as the giant gate slowly opened, a stench that ordinary people could not tolerate also came to the face.

This is the stench that comes from the decomposition of corpses.

Ian knew what he was smelling in an instant. He frowned slightly, and stepped into the hall on the first floor of the tower. And here, eleven corpses that had long since decomposed were piled up in a corner.

These corpses have long since lost their appearance in front of them, not only emitting an extremely unpleasant smell, but the green corpse wax is already visible to the naked eye.

However, Ian didn't show the slightest dislike for them. Because through the tattered clothes on their bodies, he still recognized each other's identities. Among them were several middle-aged men, a few young men, a beautiful mercenary, a learned old man, and a young girl who liked to make bread.

"So you've been here all along. Ian's eyes showed even more sadness, as he had been looking for this group of people in the Northern Regions for more than two months. And they lay here like waste, in this place where no one could find out.

That man wouldn't even give them a chance to settle down.

He closed his eyes and silently prayed for them. Then he walked towards the upper floor without hesitation. As the floor grew, the stench of corpses faded, but Ian's vision could never be erased from his mind.

He walked slowly up the stairs, glanced at the high platform where there was no trace of the source crystal, and reached the apex of the Falling Star Tower. And as soon as he stepped out of this spire, he saw three figures facing away from him, looking at the tragic state of the Northern Regions at this moment. One of them sat on a scarlet chaise longue and was gently shaking a glass of red wine. The other two stood on the left and right, standing behind the seated man like attendants.

"You don't seem surprised?"

Realizing that the person he was waiting for had arrived, the man sitting in the chaise longue got up leisurely and made a cheerful voice past Colby and Lawrence, who were standing still on the left and right.

"I've been surprised on the way here, so I don't feel anything anymore. Ian shook his head coldly, and then frowned again: "No, I must have wondered if it would be you a long time ago."

"Khan Parkes. (To be continued.) )