About a kilometer from the gates of Cold Mountain City, Royle took his mount.

A feeling of extreme danger struck him at this moment. Even the undead unicorn stomped uncomfortably, its huge hooves digging deep holes into the ground.

Then, Roy's gaze cut through the wind and rain and saw the ascetic at the head of the cold mountain city.

The moment their eyes collided, Roy only felt that the whole world had become quiet.

The surrounding farmland, trees, sky, and even the air were gone, and all that was left was an unforgettable memory and the sound of an increasingly violent heartbeat.

The memory comes from the magic tower of Noyotanns, from the picture of the passage through the long river of history, back to the banks of the Frost River more than ten years ago.

At that time, his mother was on this side of the frosty river. And an old man in red stood on the other side of the frosty river.

That's him!

In my mind, it is like bells and drums ringing in unison, like thunder, and like a deep and silent night sky, boundless, silent...... Roy's eyes turned red a little.

First it was like a reddish veil, then a second layer, then a third layer......

In the end, it was as red as blood!

The pupils, which had been hidden, also appeared uncontrollably. Under the blue pupils, a pair of black pupils, like a descending demon king, emerged from the night sky.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and then, they both laughed.

Almost at the same time, Austin, who was sitting in the laboratory experimenting, suddenly raised his head. He put down his tools, wiped his skull knuckles with a towel, and walked slowly out of the castle, looking up at the sky in the distance.

The sky, as if it had been heavily drawn by someone, was as dark as ink.

On the Holy See Hill, Pope Nicholas II slowly put down the book in his hand and looked up to the south.

In the Temple of Law, Abraham closed the magic note and sighed slowly.

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Roy dismounted and put the treasure in the pendant. Then he took off his imprisoned armor, tidied up his clothes, held the sword of judgment in his backhand, turned around and walked back and forth.

Behind him, Pullman jumped off the wall and followed Roy.

The two of them walked one after the other, and their steps were not slow.

It wasn't until he reached a small river that Roy stopped.

"Why this place?" said Pullman, walking not far from Roy.

"Because there's a river here," Roy said, turning his head to face him, smiling and showing his white teeth, "it's not a river of frost, but I think it's a river." ”

"Don't you know that your mother died by the river?" Pullman smiled, "and that doesn't bode well." ”

"Really?" Roy's face remained unchanged, his smile unchanged, "I remember, sixteen years ago, on the banks of the Frost River, you were angry and saw my illusion disappear, have you adjusted your mood now?"

Pullman's eyes narrowed slightly.

From the first moment they met, the two were fighting each other in an invisible way.

And for Pullman, who has experienced countless battles of life and death, such a confrontation was originally as natural as eating and drinking.

But what he didn't expect was that the kid in front of him was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was so leaky. Whether it is the soul or the momentum, there is no flaw.

After a moment of silence, Pullman asked, "How did you know about what happened sixteen years ago?"

Sara committed suicide, and so did the Farrington knights who guarded her. Therefore, the world may know that Sara died on the banks of the Frost River, but no one knows who the real culprit was, let alone the details of the time.

And this kid is as if he has seen it with his own eyes, which makes Pullman suspicious.

However, as soon as the question came out, he laughed to himself: "Forget it, you don't have to answer, since we have already met, then, everything is not important." ”

"Oh?" Roy raised an eyebrow slightly, "You must have thought, you're going to kill me anyway, and as long as I'm dead, it's all over." So, it doesn't matter how I know about sixteen years ago, right?"

Pullman smiled and didn't speak.

"However, you never thought that you were the one who died," Roy's smile became a little sarcastic, "Isn't it very depressing that before he died, he still had a question that was not answered?"

A gust of wind swept between the two.

Pullman looked into Roy's eyes.

These heavy eyes with blue and black pupils look so eerie.

Pullman had to admit that sixteen years later, this boy with strange eyes had grown from a two or three-year-old boy to an opponent worthy of his serious attention.

He's young, but he's too old — he's even provoking himself.

A smile slowly cracked from the corner of Pullman's mouth.

The world is truly wonderful.

Sixteen years is enough time for a little boy who can be killed by himself with his own hands, with the strength and sharp teeth to provoke himself. But unfortunately, I have also experienced sixteen years.

This young man didn't know what he had experienced in the past sixteen years, and naturally it was impossible for him to understand that if anyone had endured sixteen years of punishment in the Lotus Hell, then nothing would be able to shake his heart anymore.

There is no gap in my heart at all.

"I'm not a curious person, so your answers won't be of much use to me. Pullman wasn't in a hurry, but looked at Roy with a smile like a cat looking at a mouse under its paws.

"So, isn't your weakness curiosity?" Roy asked, somewhat disappointed.

"It's not. Pullman shook his head.

"But everyone has weaknesses, and no one is exempt. Just as you tried to provoke me with my mother, you should know that," Roy frowned, thinking, "I guess what your weakness would be?"

"I don't know what my weakness is," Pullman said seriously, "but I know your weakness is too much nonsense." ”

"No, that's my merit," Roy shook his head, still thinking, "Let me think about ......"

His eyes suddenly lit up: "By the way, I know your weakness......"

He smiled and pointed to his nose, "It's me, isn't it?"

Pullman's smile suddenly turned a little cold.

"I guessed it," Roy was a little excited, "think about it, on the banks of the Frost River sixteen years ago, your real target was actually me. But you failed. ”

"So, what happens to a loser?" Roy looked Pullman up and down, "whatever it is, I don't think it's going to be easy." ”

Pullman's fingers moved slightly.

Rumble!

The two fields exploded from Pullman and Roy almost at the same time, and after a hard collision, Pullman did not move, and Roy fell to the ground more than ten meters with a somersault.

"Domain?" Pullman's face was hideous, "A mere three-star knight of great light, he dares to covet the power of the gods, and he is indeed a heretic!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand and grabbed Roy violently.

However, at the moment of his attack, Pullman's expression moved, and his eyes suddenly swept a glance at the woods in front of him, and then his pupils suddenly contracted - in the field of vision, an arrow pierced through the woods and went straight to his throat.

Pullman grabbed Roy's hand and changed direction, and with a slam of his energy, he slammed into the arrow, sending it into a volley and turning into ashes.

However, his hand was numb from the shock, and the field shook slightly with the arrow.

An elven girl with a green longbow walked out of the forest barefoot

"Elven Sanctuary. ”

Seeing this girl, Pullman knew why Roy was talking so much nonsense, but just when the corners of his mouth were just hooked up with a sneer, suddenly, his expression moved, and he turned his head to look in the other direction.

Over there, an old dwarf in heavy armor walked out with an axe.

"The Dwarven Sanctuary. ”

Pullman's grim eyes changed slightly. And at this moment, the third wave appeared, and he turned his head.

Behind him, Morton slowly stepped out of the shadows.

Ever since he was forced to sign a contract with the demon Banksar, Morton has become a servant of Roy's servants. Roy's single thought can dictate his life and death.

And after cooperating with Roy to kill Watts and Barneau Sr., Morton, the former deputy head of the Thunderstorm Mercenary Regiment and a villain who does a lot of evil, disappeared from everyone's sight.

But no one knew that he didn't really disappear, but became a shadow around Roy.

As for the elven saint Xiangxiang and the dwarf iron leader Tie Er, they followed Roy as the guardians of the two clans.

You must know that Roy is not only the holy son of the elven race, but also the thunderbolt of the dwarf race. His body not only maintains the future of these two races, but also maintains the cooperation between the two races and mankind in this last days.

So, when Roy left the brigade, they followed far behind.

They don't care what the knights are, their mission is only to ensure Roy's safety.

Three sanctuary, plus a cunning kid with a domain...... Pullman's expression became serious.

Although these three holy domains were all primary holy domains below the tenth order, they were a trouble after all. And what made Pullman even more uncomfortable was that the three men were not what he expected.

For the first time, it was a sign that he was out of control.

"It seems that I still underestimate you," Pullman's gaze withdrew from the three Sanctuaries and fell on Roy's face, "There are actually three Sanctuary powerhouses protecting you......"

"As I said, my is mostly my strength," Roy said with a smile, "surprise?"

"Surprise?" Pullman looked at him coldly and said sarcastically, "You don't think you can defeat me with just a few of you, do you?"

"Isn't it enough?" Roy showed a look of surprise on his face, and immediately laughed, and asked leisurely, "How long have you been waiting for me in Cold Mountain City?"

"Three days. Pullman said.

"I actually turned this way temporarily," Roy said, "but you already knew I was going to come here, the power of the Holy See is really powerful and mysterious." That's what you like to call fate, right?"

Pullman looked indifferent and didn't bother to explain - how could a mortal understand the power of a god?

"Sixteen years ago, it was you," Roy said, "sixteen years later, it's you." If I'm not mistaken, there must be some kind of fateful connection between us, and you're waiting here to cut off this fateful line and accomplish what you should have done sixteen years ago. This is very important, both for the Holy See and for you. ”

Rarely, Pullman nodded and said seriously: "Yes, very important." ”

"Since it's a legendary battle of fate, it must be very gorgeous," Roy looked him up and down, "You must have been preparing for a long time, and your heart is full of piety, and there is a sense of solemnity and ceremony...... After all, it's been sixteen years, and you've finally found me......"

For Pullman, Roy's every word was right.

Indeed, for him it was a ritual, a sacrifice...... It is also a break in the entanglement of fate in the past sixteen years, and it is naturally a very serious and solemn thing.

But when this young man said it, it was full of ridicule and frivolity, how harsh it sounded.

This gave Pullman a sense that his faith was being blasphemed and his faith being ridiculed.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Pullman's fingers began to twitch slightly, he was already a little impatient.

"I'm trying to say......" the smile on Roy's face vanished, "you're mistaken. ”

Pullman was stunned.

"You think you are powerful, you think you have everything under control, you think you are the lord on high, you think this will be your ritual to sum up your fate......"

Roy waved his hand, and three bone dragons appeared in the sky.

"You wait patiently until I automatically send it to the door......"

The red twelfth-level demon Banksar led eight eleventh-level demons and seventy-two tenth-level demons to emerge from the void.

"You talk to me with a smile, you are not impatient, there is no gap in your heart, you look at me like a cat and a mouse, you are strong, under your absolute power, I am simply an ant......"

Beamon Star King, who was three meters tall and wore heavy armor, walked out slowly.

Sky, all around......

Pullman was besieged.

His fingers went from being impatient to trembling, his whole body was cold, his mind was blank, and in his ears, there was only the sarcastic voice of the fatalistic young man.

"But you don't understand, you're just an old dog who was sent to the door to be slaughtered!"

In the field of vision, the young man's smile was extremely hateful.

"The fateful battle of bullshit, Lao Tzu can fucking pile you to death!"

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