Yan Qi has also reached the limit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His strength is not weak, and his newly developed Mithril weapon is strong enough.

However, what he was facing was the entire Central Royal City.

It's really too wide, there are too many people, too many strong people, too many unknown forces.

I can only die here.

Brother, you've hurt me.

I haven't had time to develop the perfect form yet.

Yan Qi fell weakly in the rain.

Many, many people gathered around.

In the distance, the Demon Breaker Cannon shone brightly here.

It's over.

"It's going to be a buzz here tonight. Suddenly, behind everyone, someone said.

Who?

Everyone turned back.

Who's coming?

Who doesn't know whether to live or die and wants to stir up the situation?

Then they saw who it was, and at this time, they still had to come here to stir up the situation without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

It was a group of people dressed in sackcloth.

Astrology Library, Mai Bachelor's Group.

How...... Could it be them?

"Didn't Ashnayo stop them?"

"How? What about the Ashnayo?"

"It seems that this time, the most unlucky person may not be us. ”

......

There was a small discussion in the darkness, but no one got out of the way.

"Everyone, the bright moon and the breeze, so Yaxing?" Mai Witt suddenly remembered what the god said when he came.

"You don't have to ask Ashnayo anymore, because, Ashnayo...... Dead!"

Ashnayo ...... He's dead?!

How can it be?!

Although everyone present had some complaints about the president of the Demonic Warlock Association, no one dared to question his strength.

He should be the strongest man in the Central King City after Lucifer, the one who stepped into the door with half a foot.

He...... Actually, dead?

How could it be......

"This is his body. Mai Werther casually threw out a mud-stained black robe.

But sharp-eyed people can still recognize it, it is indeed Ashnayo's robes.

That represents the golden pentagram of the president of the Magician Warlock Guild will not deceive.

Ashnayo ...... Actually, really dead?

Suddenly, the voice in the darkness fell silent.

How did Ashnayo die?

Was he killed by Mai Witt?

Is he that strong?

"Lucifer is dead, I'm so happy!" no one spoke, but Mai Werther suddenly laughed out loud and said, "I'm really happy!!"

He was so happy, so happy that he was actually shedding tears.

The crowd looked at him, not knowing what to say, what to do, if this man could really kill Ashnayo, then maybe ......

Will he be the new king?

"So Su Junyan's life, I will secure it. He said to everyone very seriously.

He believed these people and should understand what he meant.

Or silence.

For a long time.

"Take Su Junyan away and talk about it!" I don't know who said it.

Someone immediately reflected it.

Anyway, take Su Junyan away first.

Otherwise, the wrath of Ars alone would not have been bearable by anyone present.

"You dare!" Mai Werther roared, the light rising from his palm, and he wanted to reach Su Junyan's side first.

However, there are so many people who don't want him to pass.

In the midst of extreme chaos.

A gunshot rang out.

When the gunshot rang in my ears.

Mai Werther was cold all over.

He knew it was that man again, the elusive Assassin.

He's here again.

His goal must be...... Su Junyan!

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"Why?"

In the dark.

Like Yars, who was already dying, looked at his old butler with a tired expression, and he still didn't understand.

"Is there anything I'm sorry for you?"

"You've always been nice to me. The old butler was still respectful, "But ...... Have you ever tried to climb on the ground?"

"Hah......" Ars laughed, shook his head, and said, "I see, I thought ...... You've always been, a good dog. ”

"No, I'm not a good dog, you're a good host. The old butler looked a little ashamed, and lowered his head, but immediately, he raised his head, and there was no hidden fire in his eyes, and he raised his head high, and said, "But no one is born to be a dog." ”

"You're good, Bordeaux, really. Ars nodded and said, "But are you sure of victory?"

"Why not?" said Winnington with a smile as he took a sip of the red wine that Bordeaux had brought him, and his eyes seemed to close after the aftertaste.

"Just today, His Excellency Queen, the governor of Amster, came to the Central Royal City to prepare for the enthronement ceremony of His Highness in advance, and when it was dark, he obtained some special passes with Lester, and I believe that now, the entire city defense has been temporarily controlled by him. ”

"What else?" Ars seemed to regain some of his spirits, forgetting Lucifer's death for a moment, and turned into the old but sharp tiger again.

He was eyeing Winnington, ready to bite his neck with one bite at a moment's notice.

"Ashnayo is dead, and in the ten-member council of the Demon Warlock Association, the remaining person with the highest prestige is Master Kel'thugad, who has been stationed in the northern frontier, but recently he happened to stay in the Central Royal City, and it just so happens that his relationship with my uncle is not bad, so I believe that at this time, the Demon Warlock Association should not interfere in anything for the time being. ”

"Yes. Yars nodded simply, as if he didn't care, the situation was already so bad.

"And my uncle, dear Admiral Chop, his army should be ready to enter the city at any time. ”

It's like a board game.

Winnington still has an unknown number of pieces.

And Yars, it seems, there are no more pawns.

"It's not enough. Yars continued to shake his head.

"Well, the people around you have been transferred, and the most important thing is that your dear Lord Bordeaux is on my side, do you think, is it not enough?" Winnington was not in a hurry, and opened his hole cards little by little.

"It's not enough. Yars was resolute, he simply closed his eyes, as if as long as he didn't say enough, he wouldn't lose at all.

"So...... What about Lucifer's death?" As if to deliberately provoke Ars, Winnington laughed a little mischievously.

"Not enough. Yars really couldn't help the terrible grief, and only said two words.

"Then ......" Winnington seemed a little distressed, and he turned his head to look at the old butler, and spat out the last sentence.

"What do we have, Your Excellency?"

This sentence, like a sharp sword, pierced Yars's heart in an instant.

He opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the two men in front of him.

"You ......"

"Seven?"

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The second more.

I'm in a bad mood.,Comfort me with a reward or something.。。。 (To be continued.) )