The lord's palace in Glencia was huge. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

From south to north, it occupies almost a quarter of the entire city.

Heinrich, the King of Light, crossed the solemn gate of the Lord's Mansion and stepped onto a corridor paved entirely with silver stone.

The armies and powerhouses of the human race gradually disappeared behind him.

Eventually, nothing was really gone.

The whole city lord's mansion is quiet.

Quiescence.

It's like being cut by something, and the outside world.

Immediately after, a voice rang out.

"Dear Heinrich, welcome. Hohenheim, as if incarnated as a whole castle, whispered in Heinrich's ear.

Heinrich was still moving forward, all the way to the deepest gate.

It was the deepest part of the Lord's Palace, and it was where the city of Glencia used to be held.

A man stood at the door, like a loyal guard, waiting for Heinrich to arrive and lead him into the castle.

"Welcome, Your Majesty the King of Light. "It's Libbat, the lost Templar.

Now he seemed to have found his faith again, and stood in the darkness again.

He bowed slightly and motioned for Heinrich to enter the castle.

Heinrich nodded in response.

Everything seemed so natural, harmonious, and so weird.

Obviously, it is already a situation where soldiers meet each other and never die.

Obviously, it is a conspiracy to kill, and I can't wait for the other party to die immediately.

But it's so gentle that he can't even afford to lose a little courtesy.

Sort of, the last courtesy?

Or is it the most dignified way for a king to die?

Batmo got up and pushed the door open, revealing the warm, dim light of the castle.

There is no darkness as imagined.

Heinrich stepped into his good night.

The door closes.

Behind a long oak table, where it should have been the council hall, Hohenheim was looking at a book with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

The dim magic chandelier glows warmly on the ceiling.

Lucifer sat on Hohenheim's left-hand side, as if waiting for an upcoming meeting.

As if not noticing Heinrich's arrival, Hohenheim looked up at him after a long while, put down the book in his hand, took off his glasses, closed the book and said, "Sorry, Heinrich, my old friend, please take a seat." ”

Heinrich sat down.

Hohenheim rubbed his eyes, took a sip of tea that was still steaming, and said, "A deal." ”

He held out a finger and said with a smile.

A transaction.

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Compared to the storms of Glencia.

Rain in a bloody woodland.

It's still going on.

Of course, outside of those two worlds that are constantly colliding.

Beyond the bottomless abyss and the infinite sea of grass.

Su Junyan led the Eighteen Iron Guards to kill the last of the Seven Deadly Sins.

At this point, the dust has settled.

At least, the world outside those two worlds has settled.

The night tower of the West Gate is isolated.

He was doomed.

Or rather, he's dead.

But judging by the expression on his face, he himself didn't seem to think so.

Because, he was not scared at all.

Terrified.

He just kept punching, excited, surging wild.

In other words, Ximen Night Tower is a person who is never afraid.

In front of him, there is no hopelessness.

Just like his fist, his abyss.

The current situation may be even more so that he feels that it is perfect.

"I'm going to help him. Su Junyan watched the battle for a while and immediately made a decision.

The other Eighteen Iron Guards had no choice.

Although they are strong enough, they are also powerless before the battle between Ximen Yelou and a powerhouse of the level of Hai Criss.

Su Junyan single-handedly slashed in, slicing through the two of them with enough power to shatter and assimilate the surface world.

He is a person who has reached the king level, and there is no problem with this kind of power that has surpassed that door, not to mention mastering, at least adapting, accepting, and existing.

"Welcome!" Regarding Su Junyan's joining, Ximen Yelou just said two words happily.

He doesn't mind having one more opponent.

The Third Patriarch of the Templar and one of the strongest people in the world, Simon Yelou, was such an arrogant man.

Otherwise, how could there be a second person who tried to tear apart a general-level magic power weapon with his bare hands?

"Be careful. Hykris just said, be careful.

He didn't mind two fighting one.

Although he is a warrior, he is also a soldier.

On the battlefield, there is no such thing as justice or unfairness.

Only alive is not alive.

Su Junyan did not recklessly launch a direct attack on the West Gate Night Tower, it was no different from doing a favor.

He knew how far apart a person who hadn't stepped through that door was from someone who had stepped through that door.

Therefore, he was very clever to hide in the grass sea world of Haikris, and only launched an attack when Haikris attacked.

It's like an inconspicuous piece of grass that, suddenly, deals a fatal blow.

Such an addition, though it seems insignificant.

But often, the battle between the strong is something insignificant that affects the overall situation.

Gradually, Ximen Nighttower felt the pressure and discomfort.

Although he can turn the whole world into his abyss, his tribulations, he can not be afraid of anything.

No matter what direction, what kind of attack, it can't cause him problems.

However, quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Su Junyan, and his Chiyou Demon Knife, were the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Qiang-" was another confrontation of equal strength.

Hai Chris's knife and the fist of Ximen Yelou bombarded together.

Originally, it was on par.

But Su Junyan's knife changed all this.

He seized the moment when they clashed.

Out of the knife.

Hai Chris and Su Junyan were originally martial artists from the same sect.

Therefore, their sword skills, in the continuous attack, began to produce an incomparably tacit cooperation.

This knife.

Arrived almost at the same time.

Hai Chris slashed Simon Night's fist.

Su Junyan slashed his abdomen.

A knife.

"Puff-" The knife slashed into the powerful body of the Ximen Night Tower, which was comparable to the king-level demon power armament.

The surging black flames made the blade slash in by half an inch.

"You're going to die. Su Junyan raised his head.

What I saw was not the face of the West Gate at night.

He's still laughing.

Suddenly, he switched his fist to a grab, and grabbed the blade of Hekris.

"No......," he shook his head, "get on your way, dear Hycles." ”

Moment.

Su Junyan's pupils constricted, and he felt that the blood vessels in his whole body froze.

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