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Let everything that was about to explode at that moment before be suppressed back.

Su Mubai's arc knife drew an inch, and the crimson snow blocked in front of him, allowing those fierce storms to sweep past him.

The storm moved forward, scraping through General Su's thin body and the furious fist of the Ximen Night Tower.

Separated again in front of Hohenheim.

Eventually, the sun blew in front of Lucifer.

Storms enveloped the entire cavern.

The storm was followed by the sudden sound of wings spreading.

The wind is blowing.

In the storm that obscured the sky, the wind seemed to be wild.

"It wants to go. "The wind is loud and the storm is strong, but this sentence, a sentence that is not very loud.

But it resounded in everyone's ears very clearly.

Speakers Hohenheim.

He was in the midst of the storm, but he saw everything.

"It can't go. It was Su Mubai who answered, and his words were still calm and indifferent, not at all like standing at the forefront of the storm.

With his words, the arc knife in his palm was unsheathed again.

Two feet.

The snow was scarlet.

The crimson snow went from being suppressed by the storm to instantly swallowing the storm that roared past on both sides.

revealed the daughter of the royal family who was about to jump on the body of the demon dragon and prepare to escape.

"Stay. Hohenheim raised his finger again after the storm that had opened the hole.

The terrifying finger that was originally prepared for Su Mubai all fell on the huge demon dragon.

At this time, the demon dragon just exposed half of its body from the lava-filled hole.

The pair of pitch-black wings had only spread for eight points.

With that finger coming.

Its form was suddenly pressed down, and its wings were retracted.

It suddenly looked at the finger that pointed at it in the distance, the owner of that finger.

Hohenheim.

It felt the intent to die.

The one that belonged to a human being, just an ordinary finger, actually made it feel the same fear as the last tube of genetic fluid injected into its body back then.

Kill the king with a finger.

It's the name of this finger.

It's not just a name for the sake of sounding good or exaggerated.

It's real, Hohenheim, who killed a king-level human powerhouse with this finger.

The power of this finger is not how magnificent and magnificent it is.

It's about its implication but not its emission.

This finger is a human finger, and it's very simple.

But at the same time, it is the master of this finger, Hohenheim, the First Patriarch of the Templars, the collection of all the powers of the whole body.

The source of darkness is on that finger.

This sentence is Heinrich, the king of light, for this finger's evaluation.

And in addition to these, behind Hohenheim, there are seven other people standing.

The Seven Deadly Sins.

When the Seven Deadly Sins stand with Hohenheim, the whole King-Killing Finger is truly formed.

Hohenheim is the core, and the seven deadly sins are the layout of the whole scene.

They occupy the best offensive and defensive positions and gather the most pressing momentum.

The moment the Darkness of the Sources of Hornheim's fingers erupted, the seven different powers that belonged to them would be continuously replenished and added.

The darkness of the source, plus the sum of seven vastly different powers.

That's how the human king-level powerhouse was ground to death back then.

Now, it's the dragon's turn.

Perhaps, in the future, this finger will have a new name.

Kill the dragon with one finger.

"I don't want to kill you, I don't even want to hurt you, you just have to go with us, and I promise you won't be treated unfavorably in the slightest. Obviously the person with whom it should never be possible to communicate, Hohenheim is gently persuading.

"Human, not credible. "There's no thought process.

The dragon replied.

The feeling of that answer was wonderful, strange.

Obviously, it should be the demon dragon answering, but the real words came out of Olivia's mouth.

It's still complicated and indescribable.

They, one man and one dragon, actually have some kind of wonderful symbiotic relationship.

"Vivi. "Lucifer, try to communicate with Olivia again.

But Olivia didn't even pay attention to him, or rather, one was a dragon.

"Huh. Su Mubai chuckled, he listened to these conversations, and felt ridiculous, and the arc knife in his palm took out another inch.

The small orange knife is out.

Like a blue moon.

Originally, he came to kill people, kill dragons.

The arc knife slashed straight down like a crescent, without any scruples.

Take care of the West Gate Night Tower behind him, Hohenheim, Lucifer.

There are also a lot of people in the shadows.

"How dare you !!," Lucifer roared, and the sun in front of him swelled rapidly, shooting out.

Ximen Night Tower punches.

Hohenheim frowned, his fingers moving back to Su Mubai.

General Su, the iron armor is speechless, and the iron sword is cross.

"Kang-" The demon dragon roared, and the magma in the pit struck dozens of yards high.

Olivia stood up and leaped onto the dragon's forehead, her hands clasped together, the iris pattern on her face setting off the eighth-order spellcasting pattern on her forehead.

An endless chill erupted.

Scorching cold snow.

Perfectly blended in one moment.

The frost dragon's breath engulfed Su Mubai like the sea.

And Su Mubai's knife is still falling.

The knife was so simple and clear that even Crimson Snow stopped.

It's just straight down.

The knife that kills people is originally very simple.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang-" Iron Armor sounded.

Iron armor and fists, and flames, and the sound of darkness colliding.

Eventually, the ironclad flew up.

The Iron Curtain broke.

Ximen Yelou's fist hit Su Mubai's back directly, and Lucifer's little sun also hit Su Mubai's back.

The heavy darkness bloomed black flowers on Su Mubai's back.

His dark robe bloomed.

Flames, bursting fist winds, and darkness ate his back like poison.

But his sword was falling.

This knife.

Slashed through the sea of frost dragon's breath.

He slashed straight at the dragon.

With a little, the crunch of a knife blade entering the flesh.

"Tear-"

Dragon's blood rages.

The pitch-black and hard dragon scales had no way to block this straight knife at all.

"Kang-" The dragon roared wildly.

It hurts so much.

It just hurts.

Su Mubai's knife not only cut off its flesh and skin, but also cut off its soul.

It felt like crimson snow was beginning to fall in the depths of its entire soul.

Olivia, who was standing on the forehead of the demon dragon, also showed an extremely painful look.

"One knife away. Although his body was suffering from an unknown amount of pain, Su Mubai showed a satisfied smile, he whispered to himself, and the hand holding the knife was still terrifyingly stable.

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To die, sleep.