"It's you stinky little ghost!" Wei Ting turned his head and glared at Yang who was standing behind him viciously, "It seems that you don't value your life very much, do you want me to take it now!"

Yang looked at Wei Ting, whose eyes were red, and his expression was very calm.

"After becoming like this, you don't seem to be able to maintain your normal sanity anymore, what is the difference between you barking like this and a dog?"

"What are you—what are you talking about—" Wei Ting gritted his teeth, almost crushing his teeth, "you milky little ghost, who gave you the right to say that about me? You think that Manfred is very powerful? No, that guy is nothing, he is the dog who is used by others, the dog who is used by others to death!"

Swain frowned slightly, after defeating Manfred before and returning to Deweide, he did hear that the relationship between Yang and Weiting was very poor, but now Weiting's performance is too abnormal.

Although Wei Ting's transformation into this appearance may indeed have caused him psychological problems, Swain still remembers that Wei Ting did not act so extremely irritable when he was right with him just now.

No matter what kind of thoughts Wei Ting had in mind, at least he succeeded in arousing Yang's anger, he was not a good-tempered person, although Wei Ting's initial provocation Yang was patient for the time being, but that did not mean that Yang would tolerate Wei Ting's insult indefinitely.

"Do you feel like you're still unsatisfied when you taste death?" Yang fiddled with the sword between his fingers, looking at Wei Ting's gaze with a hint of murderous intent, "I'd be happy to help you taste a little more of that taste." ”

"It's disgusting—" Not to be outdone, Wei Ting simply put Swain aside and turned to face Yang, "Maybe I'll help you fix this?" ”

"You're so outspoken. ”

Obviously, Yang is not the kind of person who will wait for the other party to make a move before acting, and as soon as his words fell, he rushed out with his sword in hand.

And Swain took advantage of this opportunity to take a break and regain his strength.

He took advantage of this gap to observe the battle between Yang and Wei Ting, and at the same time to be wary of Seresi on the high platform.

In terms of physique, Yang is definitely not the opponent of the transformed Wei Ting, the terrifying big axe in Wei Ting's hand can directly cut Yang's thin body into two, and Yang is not qualified to confront Wei Ting head-on at all.

However, Yang naturally will not confront Weiting head-on, what he is good at is relying on his agile skills, using various means to contain the other party, and he can start from other directions, and kill with one blow where Weiting can't defend against it.

And in fact, as Swain expected, although Yang was the first to attack, he had been very cautious on the edge of Wei Ting's axe, and did not step forward easily.

Of course, Wei Ting was very unhappy with Yang's way of fighting, and he tried his best to catch up with Yang, but the weight of the weapon in his hand could not be compared with the other party, so Wei Ting could only watch Yang dangling in front of him, but he couldn't even touch a corner of the opponent's clothes.

Wei Ting wielded the axe in vain, slashing back and forth in the vast space in the Imperial Hall, but Yang was as nimble as a fly, and Wei Ting was never touched by Wei Ting, and Wei Ting became a headless fly, except for hitting the wall back and forth, it did not cause any harm to Yang at all.

Seeing Yang and Wei Ting chasing after me like this, Sven breathed a sigh of relief, his physical strength was almost exhausted just now, and now that he had such a moment of respite, he could recover some physical strength somewhat.

However, he also faintly felt that something was wrong when he was watching the battle, he had fought with Wei Ting and Yang, and he had a general understanding of these two people, and in this farce-like fight, he obviously felt some incongruity.

Why did he do it?

Swain thought as he turned his gaze to Thressy standing on the high platform.

And Thresy also seemed to sense Swain's gaze, turned her face, and showed a very bright smile at Swain.

"Yo, Lord Jericho, you look a little lonely. ”

He squinted, but the light in his eyes made Sven feel more evil than the demons of hell.

"Well, let me find you an opponent. ”

Sven frowned, and stepped forward, ready for battle. In his opinion, when Seresi said this, he was probably ready to do it himself.

Until now, Swain hadn't seen Thresy actually make a move.

However, Thresy just squinted and smiled at Swain, and had no intention of making a move.

"Do you know why I hate you? ”

A voice that surprised Swain came from behind him, and with that voice came resentment that was so cold that it would shiver even in the heat.

"Because you're always talking too much. ”

Swain turned around and looked at Ernest, who was surrounded by resentment that seemed to be visible to the naked eye, and the sword in his hand was already trembling with impatience.

"How did you get here?" asked Sven, "what about Sophia? I don't think even you would hurt her." ”

"Yes, because even someone like you wouldn't do that. ”

Ernest crossed his sword and slowly walked towards Sven.

"Because you, my daughter, my Sophia shot at her father, do you think, this kind of thing be tolerated?"

Sven watched Ernest's pace and shook his head slowly.

Of course not, no father can accept his daughter's betrayal of him. ”

"So you know that, too. ”

Ernest raised his sword, his seemingly godless eyes radiating an incomparably terrifying light.

"Now that you know that, you should understand what the price is to pay, right?"

The sword wind blew swiftly, whistling past the ends of Sven's hair.

Sven's heart skipped a beat at the sword, and he hurriedly rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding Ernest's sword.

"Where's your crow?" Ernest put away his sword and refocused his gaze at Sven, "Without those carving insect skills, you wouldn't even be able to fight?"

Swain didn't answer, for Ernest's second sword had already come before he could speak.

He tried his best to avoid it, but it wasn't so easy, even when Swain was still able to use his magic, Ernest's swordsmanship made him suffer, and now Sven had little to rely on, only relying on his instincts to dodge Ernest's sword.

Perhaps it was because Ernest's resentment was too strong, and although Swain had tried his best to predict the sword's trajectory, he still couldn't avoid it.

In his rapidly shrinking pupils, Ernest's sword shadow was growing.

Swain stretched out his hands and folded them in front of him, trying to block Ernest's sword with the magic of Jericho in his hands.

Obviously, Swain was thinking too simply.

Seeing Sven's response, Ernest took advantage of the situation and slashed his sword down towards Sven's right leg.

At this point, Swain had no time to react at all.

The blade channeled the blood, and a crimson banner was waved, and along with the red banner was Sven's right leg.

The leg that had been cut by Ernest before, this time, was completely chopped off by him.

Sven watched his legs fly up, his vision spinning rapidly, and his body fell backwards helplessly.

With a thud, Sven, who had lost a leg, fell to the ground.

At this moment, even Yang and Weiting, who were constantly fighting, couldn't help but be distracted and looked at Sven who fell to the ground miserably.

"It's ugly. Ernest walked over to Swain and looked at him with a blank expression, "You just take this look and die." ”

He threw his sword down and plunged it straight into Sven's heart.

Sven blinked, he felt all the strength in his body disappear, and finally, he didn't even have the strength to think, and there was only a dullness left in his mind.

After finishing Swain, Ernest turned and looked at Thressi.

"Now, let's settle the matter between us. ”

He glanced at Yang and Weiting, who were still fighting on the side, but he didn't pay any attention to these two people.

"What do you mean?" said Seressi, still smiling.

"It is more dangerous for a person like you to control the emperor and control the affairs of the country than the fool I killed to take power. I don't care what your purpose is, and I don't want to know why you helped me, and now, you're my enemy. ”

"Whew—you got rid of your enemies with my help, and then you made me your enemy in turn, Ernest, you're so bold. ”

"Courage?" Ernest raised an eyebrow slightly, "That's never a good description. ”

"Yes. Thresy shrugged, "There's one thing I want to ask you, Ernest No. Jericht, what have you been after?"

Ernest frowned, staring at Thressi, but did not answer his question.

"Everyone's actions will be determined by his reasons, I understand the reason why you want to kill Swain, so what is the reason why you want to kill me?"

"Do you need any reason to kill a madman like you?" Ernest pulled out the gun from his waist and aimed it at Thresi.

"Are you trying to say that a madman like me is afraid of anyone, and no one wants me to exist, so you're going to kill me?" Theraisy licked her lips, and the smile on her face bloomed even more, "No, no, no, no, for others, such a reason is valid, but for you, it is not a reason. ”

He slowly descended the steps and headed towards Ernest.

"Maybe all this time, you don't know enough about yourself, at least not as deeply as I do. Ernest, you are a very nihilistic person, don't you feel this way? Your actions all the time, the goals you have always wanted, they don't come from your heart, it's as if someone else gave you instructions, and then you did it. Can that kind of thing be your wish, your purpose?"

The corners of Thresi's mouth were raised, and the wild laughter resounded in Ernest's ears.

"You are only acting according to the predetermined instructions of others, the emptiness in your own heart has never been filled, you have not been given what you want, and what is even more tragic is that you have no idea what you really want. ”

"What do you want to say?" Ernest unsafed his gun and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Thressi's forehead.

"I want to say......" Thressi took a deep breath, retracted her smile, and said slowly, "do you live under your own will, or do you ...... Living in your father's shadow?"

"Don't be too busy denying it, it's true that you seem to have a bad relationship with your father, and all your actions are against your father's will, but isn't this actually under the influence of your father? Because you live in his shadow, you deliberately act against him, because you can't get rid of him, so you can only struggle in his shadow. Ernest, think about it, what is it that comes from your own will?"

Ernest's face became more and more ugly, and he gradually lost his blood, and the spirit he had just made when he lightly dealt with Swain no longer appeared on that face.

"Look at the people in the Imperial Hall. Thresy patted Ernest on the shoulder and raised his head and said, "These people will be here now, it is all a predestined thing, coincidence cannot change the established course of history, everything is actually predestined, just like you, even if you struggle, there are still enough shackles in this world to bind you, even if you go against the shackles, there are more fogs that you can't discern, inducing you to move forward in the way we expect you to take." Look at it clearly, Ernest, this is the nature of the world, this is the cruelty of the world, and sometimes, it is useless to try, like the poor man you just killed. ”

"So......" Thresy opened her arms, the corners of her mouth grinning to the highest position where her mouth could be opened, "this is all predestined, this battle is never inevitable!"