When the human powerhouse invaded this big arena with a legion, the four Great Elf Kings could no longer preside over the magic array without distraction. And this sacrifice has now sucked the souls of half of these hundreds of thousands of dark elf civilians, that is, hundreds of thousands of dark elves have died at this time. After the four elf kings gave up the magic array, many dark elf civilians were relieved, but the soul power was absorbed, and the damage caused was endless, and they all lay on the ground at this time and couldn't get up. And the power of the soul is also extremely difficult to recover, unless there is an adventure, the damage to the power of the soul will hurt the lifespan of the body, and the worst will become a fool and the mentally retarded will not live long.

Except for the Red Flame Elf King, who had just been seriously injured by the backlash. The Blood Condensation Elf King, the Frost Elf King, and the Hell Elf King all flew into the air. Confronted the human powerhouses who rushed in.

At this moment, in the chaotic battle in the gladiatorial arena, an exceptionally sacred light suddenly appeared, and this brilliance was sacred and abnormal, attracting the attention of many people. The Pope looked sideways, and felt that the light was very pure, and although it did not come from the god line he believed in, it still made him feel very affectionate.

Metis Ptolemy looked into the arena as well, and with such a glance he could no longer take his eyes away. He saw the light flash, he saw a pair of pure wings of light, and he sensed the familiarity in it. He saw a young knight, a pair of wings of light unfurling behind him. In his eyes, this scene is not very sacred. If it were holy, the knight should have become an angel.

However, the angel did not appear. He saw this knight pick up his companion and fly, swaying, a little unskilled? That's right, this knight is not an angel, this light wing is not his bloodline skill, then the answer is about to come out. While there are other possibilities, these may all be based on legal careers. And what about the young knight, dressed in knight's armor, holding a glittering blue sword in his hand, and the shield behind his back.

That's what a knight is. A Constructed Knight. A constructed knight like his Ptis Ptolemy. Although, Metis Ptolemy could not see what kind of construction the young knight was using.

For construction, Metis Ptolemy can be said to have studied deeply. Except that he doesn't know how to make builds. It can be said that the person in this world knows the most about construction. He has a god-level costume on him, since his grandfather

There he took the set, and Metis Ptolemy never took it off. The structure had become one with his body, and he could perceive the merging of his flesh and blood with the structure. He would meditate for a moment every day, feeling the energy of the costume cruising through his body. Unless his life came to an end, he wouldn't take it off.

As the remnant of the Sun Empire, his family not only has god-level constructs, but also has gathered several constructs of knights. But unfortunately, in these 10,000 years of escape, only one can finally reach this underground. He knew each member of the Constructed Order in his possession, and was familiar with their Constructed Order. If the system of power constructed could continue to develop in this world, Ptis Ptulmy would be an excellent builder.

So, he confirmed, there was a build on the young knight. There aren't many structures that can fly, but there are quite a few of them. But to be able to exert such a sacred light, then this set of constructs must not be ordinary constructs. Although the young knight's outfit was not as good as his own, it must not be of any lower rank. In the past 10,000 years, under the oppression of the gods, countless structures have been destroyed. To be able to come up with a set of this level of construction now, this young knight must not be an ordinary person.

Metis Ptolemy's expression suddenly froze, didn't he come here, didn't he get the divine revelation of the immeasurable God of eternal light, and here he could meet the descendants of Bonaparte who were destined to revive the Empire of the Sun?

"Whew......" Ptis's breathing was abruptly rapid. Shortness of breath is impossible to happen in a truly strong person, and every strong person can perfectly control his body, accurate to every organ. Although Metis Ptolemy was a pseudo-demigod powerhouse, he could also precisely control his body through his god-level constructs for so many years.

It's him...... Is he? It's him! To have a set of high-level constructs, and to happen to appear in this big arena, completely confirms the prophecy of the immeasurable God of the eternal holy light.

"The majesty of the Empire of the Sun will return to the whole world......" At this time, Metis Ptolemy was already in tears, completely ignoring the eyes of everyone around him, and some people followed Metis Ptolemy's gaze and had hidden guesses.

Several elf kings and many strong men on the opposite side saw Metis Ptolemy's reaction at this time, and also glanced at Richard over there. Although it was felt that this man should be unusual to Metis Ptolemy. But at this time, it is not good to arrest this kid and interrogate him at this stage of confrontation between the strong. However, those who can influence the poisonous spider Metis Ptolemy may be threatened by Metis Tuolemy.

The Blood Condensation Elf King's hand behind his back swayed, and some of his legendary attendants who could not participate in this high-level battle began to retreat quietly, preparing to arrest Richard.

Finally, Ptis Ptolemy turned his head, but he wanted to speak to His Holiness the Pope.

However, he was preemptively preempted by the Pope's crown: "I know what you have to say, but you are needed here at this time." If you can't solve these dark elves, even if you find him, what can you do? ”

"But...... But they are the descendants of my king!" said Ptistis Ptolemy, who was a little agitated and a little unrelenting.

His Majesty the Pope just shook his head.

"Aren't you still here?" continued Metis Ptolemy.

His Majesty the Pope shook his head, but continued, "I won't deal with these dark elves. ”

Hearing this, both Metis Ptolemy and the other human powerhouses around him were stunned.

"For ......," the grumpy human lord stepped forward to ask why.

But when he saw the Pope's crown wave his hand, the lord was speechless. His Majesty the Pope then said with a bit of a heavy look: "Because I have to deal with it......"

His Majesty the Pope spoke, pointing to the high point in the center of the north stand.

The people looked down their fingers and saw that the statue of the Lord of Endless Darkness there had fully opened its eyes and was looking at them......