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Speaking of which, at the critical moment when this kind of plan is about to close the net, the three of Steelbeard, Old Cologne, and Iwiki, as the extraordinary combat power of the town, should naturally watch from their respective squatting points in case of emergencies.

But in fact, except for Old Cookie, who was standing by Mrs. Merry's side, everyone else appeared in this secret room to greet the person in front of him.

The majestic god-like body sat cross-legged on the ground, and to be exact, he could not stand up, for even when he was sitting, his head was already on the roof. He was wearing a moon-white sacrificial robe with golden silk threads, and his silver-white hair was over his shoulders, tied up very casually, looking more chic.

On his country-shaped face, with high cheekbones and deep eyebrows, he just looks at you with a faint smile, and the wrinkles on his face are like a knife and axe, giving people a majesty like mountains and seas.

This is the patron of Mother Earth, the High Priest of Harvest City, who once brought Muen back from the brink of death with the 'Holy Light', and to be more precise, the Pope of the Mother God Church, His Majesty Hehi Priest.

Old Coren looked at each other, and they all seemed to be able to see the doubts and ...... in each other's eyes Restless, yes, just restless!

Just kidding, the person in front of him is the same existence as His Majesty the Violent Hurricane Throne, both in terms of personal strength and the years he has experienced, not to mention that there is one of the oldest gods standing behind him, Gaia, the Mother of the Earth.

To say that such an existence will come over for no reason, especially at this critical moment, there is nothing to ask for, just to string the door, that is what pigs will not believe!

Thinking like this, the eyes of the three of them couldn't help but cross Aso on the side, and the fierceness in that look seemed to say: Why did you bring this one over?!

Ah Suo could naturally feel the terrifying gaze on his face, but he didn't know how to explain it except to pile up the bitter smile on his face more thickly!

He passed the invitation letter for this one, and he also handed the letter to Mu En, didn't he agree to meet after this time?

Why did this one find himself without saying a word, and said that he wanted to come here through the teleportation array to take a look?

To be honest, since following the boss of Mu En, Ah Suo feels that his horizons have broadened a lot, as a mortal, the world of a former professional is far away from him, even if it is just a first-order professional, he has to serve him well.

But now?

The first-order professionals in the Glory Legion can't take it at all, and the second-order powerhouses abound, and when they see him, they have to greet him first, as for the transcendent crown, even if they don't meet too much, but following Mu En, he has received no less than ten fingers.

But at this moment, he felt that his vision was still too narrow, who was this person in front of him?

This is the spokesman of the gods on earth, but he has never expected to meet His Majesty the Legendary Throne!

To tell the truth again, Aso actually knows very well that this is a critical moment, if he really brings this majesty over, it will be a variable, and no one knows which side this variable will lean towards and what consequences it will cause, so it is better to refuse!

Do you dare to refuse?

Dare to refuse?

Is it really refused?

Aso asked himself and gave himself courage, but when he looked up to meet the other party's gaze, the courage brewing in his chest disappeared at once.

Again, this is the spokesman of the gods on earth, a legendary throne!

He, he is a mortal, how dare he refuse the request for the throne?!

There was a moment of silence in the room, but it was His Majesty Hihistodor who spoke first, rubbing his chin with his big fan-like hand, and smiling with a little teasing: "It seems that my arrival has made you a little confused and embarrassed?"

The three of them looked at each other again, and old Coren replied: "First of all, I must thank Your Majesty for saving your life, maybe for Your Majesty, it is just a gesture, but for us, it is indeed the grace of life." ”

"Well, I remember you, in fact, you had already taken the 'Advanced Recovery Potion' at that time, even without my 'Divine Light', you would not die, at most your recovery would be slower.

However, Mu En, who was about to be burned to charcoal, would definitely not survive. The giant's voice was unexpectedly peaceful, without the slightest hint of His Majesty's majesty:

Old Coren was a little incredulous, and said, "Your Majesty still remembers me?"

"Even in terms of the life span of giants, I am still an antique, and sometimes I am quite confused, but my memory is also very good, and I still remember the events of the last hundred years clearly. ”

When the giant said this, there was some strong self-mockery, as if he was saying a ...... Joke. The four people present could all feel the meaning of the joke in the giant's words, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but pull, but they didn't laugh.

Shaking his head helplessly, the giant said again: "There is no humor at all, well, to be honest, at that time, I felt a trace of the curse aura on you that made me even frightened, and I once felt a trace of this aura on the continent of Atlanta before the destruction of the Augustan Dynasty."

So, I tried to evict me, but in the end, I failed.

Of course, it seems that my decision at that time was still very correct, and now you are all advanced to the extraordinary, yes, yes!"

"And ...... This matter?" several people looked at each other again, especially Old Colon was even more dumbfounded, if he hadn't met this one today, maybe this matter would have been drowned in the long river of history and disappeared.

Gangsu seemed to understand the current state of his old friend, took over the conversation, broke the topic back again, and said: "Your Majesty, the plan of the Mu En boy here has reached a critical moment, maybe it will be clear tonight, so we have some doubts about Your Majesty's arrival at this time? This time period is a bit too coincidental!"

"It's a critical moment?" the giant seemed to be interested in the topic, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "It looks like you want to close the net, are you moving quickly?"

Haha, it's a bit of a coincidence, but I've already sent him an invitation, and he doesn't have time, saying that when he's busy with this time, I can't wait, so I think he won't come to me, so I'll come to him, so I'll come over.

Well, that kid isn't there, does it seem like he's busy out there?"

"Muen went to the banquet, a vampire count's banquet, he wants to find out who is behind the scenes, and we are all waiting for his signal. As long as this wave of forces is clearly figured out, we will launch a full-scale war of extermination, and the time is ripe. Old Cologne, who explained, came back to his senses, and he found that they had been here for a long time, so he had to showdown:

"So, Your Majesty, you see, we are a little short of time now, why don't we wait until after tonight?

"Well, that's fine! By the way, I think there should be a church of gods among the forces you want to clean up, right?

"Yes, the biggest one is the temple of the Lady of Fortune, the Church of Waukin, and we have evidence that they colluded with the evil god Chaos Serpent Apophis. ”

"Tsk, the collusion between the gods and the evil gods? It's really degenerate! In this way, you don't have to worry about this part of the temple area, I will help you suppress it, you are busy with the rest, this can be regarded as a meeting gift for me!"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Oh?"

"That, this, is this appropriate?"

"What's wrong?

After finishing speaking, he didn't see any movement from His Majesty the Giant God, and his body turned into a ray of light and disappeared directly into the room, leaving only the four people who looked at each other.

After a long time, a few people seemed to come to their senses.

"This throne seems to be a little different, what about the coldness of the good one? What about pride? What about domineering? What about coercion? Why do I feel that His Majesty the throne should have qualities, but I haven't seen any of them on this one?

Is it a delusion? Is it an illusion? Or is it an illusion?"

"This personality seems to be a bit like the old man in the old house next to my trainer's hut in Errante City, who crawled in the mud with his grandson every day, is it true that the longer he lives, the more he has the same personality as a child?"

"Did someone cast an illusion ban on me?, or is the world changing so fast that I don't know it?"

"Your Majesty the Throne is going to give me a gift to the boss? Haha, haha, I'm confident, I have to be absolutely developed with the boss, developed!"

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Deep in the labyrinth.

The Greyhawk finally stopped in front of the lich's head, and the hurricane from the blade cut through the skull, and there was no blood to be seen, but the pale muscles rolled over, and it looked extremely oozing.

Although the distorted spatial rift was recovered by Mu En to the greatest extent, it still snaked and circled, almost touching the top of the opponent's head, and the black iron crown that didn't know what meaning it had shattered.

But in the end, Mu En didn't cut off his sword, because he knew that if he didn't destroy the lich's lifebox, he would only kill a shell now, and the other party would still be reborn, so he would rather have an absolute advantage and control the overall situation, and listen to what he said.

The soul flame of the Ice King Amenar had dimmed a lot, just like a candle flickering in the wind, as if it was about to be extinguished at any moment, which seemed to affect the spiritual fluctuations he transmitted, all with some weakness.

However, Muen was more concerned about the meaning of his words, for he said:

"Lichs make their own lifeboxes, and as long as they are not destroyed, we can't die. So, even if you can use the spatial rift to twist my skull into powder, you can't stop my resurrection.

However, if you can use the same move just now, which is the kind of shuttle blade that can ignore spatial distance, and slash at my half of the soul fire, you can trace the root cause and cut my life box, so that you can kill me. ”

"Why?" asked Muen.

"Because I am a legend in the past, because I have immersed myself in the ocean of rules for countless years, I can smell the breath of rules, and I feel the power of space rules in your sword.

As strange as I am that I am just a transcendent who has access to the rules, I am even more curious about why you are able to ignore the 'time stops'?

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I know that you can kill me with that sword, and that's enough!"

When Amenar spoke of death, there was no fear, no resentment, but some anticipation and joy, which reminded Muen of a resurrection soul who had tried to teach him in order to kill himself-Simirian.

He couldn't help but ask, "Why? Why do you want to die so much?"

"I want to die, naturally because I have lived enough!"