The moment the door was opened, it was not the truth that Her Majesty had in mind, but the familiar and down-and-out nobleman. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Richard Birmingham, the titular fiancé, or the fallen hero.

Indifferent eyes met in the dimly lit hall, and Birmingham, who walked down the spiral staircase, stared at the former maid lady, the agreement they had made here was like the moonlight now in the hall, hazy and illusory, and beneath the seemingly beautiful appearance was an untouchable dream.

"Her Majesty. "Proper etiquette, with Birmingham's somewhat childish and melodious voices breaking the silence of the castle at this time.

"Lord Birmingham?" Frona said with a hint of doubt, looking at the petite girl in front of her, let's just treat it as a girl, after all, Birmingham at this moment is really not worthy of the title of a teenager.

"It is very gratifying that Her Majesty has not forgotten me. ”

The Birmingham teasing and taunting made Flona's brow furrow, but she quickly re-relaxed.

"Lord Birmingham laughed, but the battle above Shenzhen and Hong Kong was too fierce at the beginning, even the Sword Saint Simmel and the White Sage fell in this battle, and the empire had no choice but to acquiesce to the death of Lord Birmingham, if you think it is unfair, you can go to the imperial capital with me, and I will give you a perfect answer. ”

Without the intimacy of the past, today's Verona finally showed the demeanor of a violet family, an imperial empress, a businesslike tone, modest and courteous behavior, and even the name of the sword saint was mentioned in her mouth lightly, as if she was saying a stranger to the extreme.

Birmingham looked at the Empress of the Empire, the former maid lady, and pulled out a cold smile.

"Very well, thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness, and remember the promise we made. ”

As soon as her heart moved, Frona was inexplicably a little irritable, this path was chosen by herself, why now when she saw Birmingham's smile, regret began to spread in her heart, her hands began to clench, and the pain of the white joints and nails embedded in her palms calmed the empress, and the remorse spreading in her heart was once again suppressed.

"Since Your Excellency Birmingham has acceded to my request, may you please ask Your Excellency Birmingham to leave here?"

"Is this an order, Her Majesty? ”

"If Your Excellency thinks so. As the words fell, the atmosphere seemed to freeze again, and the little ghost and Isabella felt a chill surging through the hall that they had never felt before.

"Her Majesty seems to have become tougher, but do you have that kind of capital!" the sword spirit Tianxi crossed Birmingham's body, and his pure white figure was like a sharp sword in the moonlight, exuding a cold light.

"Are you threatening an emperor of the Empire?" Frona let go of her clenched palm, and there was a real lack of anger in her calm expression.

The mountain rain was about to come and the wind was all over the building, and the dignified colors were painted on the faces of everyone present, and the little ghost finally knew that his cousin was not here alone.

Colors, a multicolored palette of colors spread out in the hall, like an oil painting soaked in the rain and the colors on it began to fall.

"Birmingham!" a short cry came from the oil painter of the tree, and the colorful colors were also ignited by the fire in an instant, and the blazing flames danced in the hall, converging to form a crimson figure, the shaking flames suddenly stopped, and then exploded and disintegrated, and a familiar person was also revealed at the moment when the flames disintegrated.

"Hello, mortal. The Dream Weaver of the Five Pillars Demon God said.

"We meet again, mortal. Lilith, the four-pillar demon god, also smiled.

Two different voices, the revealed figures separated, and became two different people, one is the five-pillar demon god of Shenzhen and Hong Kong, and the other is the four-pillar demon god of ultramarine, the air seems to feel the darkness coming, and even a trace of cold wind is unwilling to be sent into Birmingham's heart.

"Death!" A perfect greeting gift and a powerful move, it was the best gift from Lilith, the four-pillar demon god, to Birmingham.

The surging darkness sped out, and with it everything decayed and ruined, and the thought of rebellion had not yet arisen, and the supreme darkness was already approaching.

But just as Birmingham didn't expect two demon gods to come, Frona wouldn't have imagined that a dragon would inhabit this Rose Manor.

A bone-chilling chill filled the spiral staircase in an instant, and the surging darkness seemed to be frozen, stopping in front of Birmingham's eyes forever, and then, as if the silent air had been thrown into hot oil, it instantly rioted, the wind slashed through Birmingham's ears like a sword, and a snow-white hand also tore through time and space in the howling wind, stopping in front of the eyes of the demon god.

"Frost!" Almost at the same time, the four-pillar demon god Lilith waved her palm down, and the hand that tore through the space also shook in the void.

The agitated air was detonated for a moment, and then a rolling wave of air tore the flat ground without the slightest emotion, destroying the ornate buildings, and the entire towering house was reduced to dust in an instant.

The air wave roared, and several figures also sped out, and the sword spirit Tianxi and Birmingham watched in astonishment as a sturdy house dissipated into the air in this brief confrontation, and couldn't help but feel a sincere fear of the dragon's horror.

"Lilith, she's already used Dragon's Breath. The Five-Pillar Demon God Dreamweaver confronted the dragon again, and instead of flinching, he charged forward, and the thick darkness followed him like a shadow, turning into a delicate long sword that followed the Dreamweaver's pace into the snow-white hand.

The strength of a demon god was once again presented in front of Birmingham, the earth was whimpering, trembling, fearing the sword of the demon god, the cold wind was fleeing, rolling, dodging the sword of the demon god, even the sword spirit Tianxi was shaking his pure white body, trying to maintain his turbulent soul, blood flowed from everywhere, from the nose, from the mouth, and even from the eyes, dyeing Birmingham's body red, the heart was agitating, violently agitating, and everything finally reached its peak when the sword of the demon god and the hand of the dragon were intertwined.

Loud bangs, torn time and space, deep voids emerge above Rose Manor, world-destroying thunder and lightning dance in the clouds, and everything around them is prostrate.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's finally coming!" the sheep-headed man Shogues screamed, shouting, and every demon clapped his chest in a loud chant to celebrate the coming of the Great Lord, the beginning of darkness.