"What's wrong with Europa!" Just as Silod had expected, when he heard that Europa was in danger, Uriel immediately became anxious, and his weakness had been completely grasped by Silod. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Tsk, as the king of a country, you don't even know what is happening in your kingdom, your majesty Uriel, what should I say to you?

"You bastard, shut up for me! Don't fool the crowd with this gossip! Your Majesty, this is just his ploy, he wants to disturb your mind, please be careful. Jackard said worriedly, he only hoped that what Silord said was really just a ploy, after all, Europa was their home.

"You have always claimed that the people of Europa are always of one mind, but the truth seems to be a little different, why did you walk out the door with the front foot, and your uncle became king with the back foot? If this was just his will, then why did the whole aristocracy unanimously support him? Strange, strange, hahahaha. Silorde said in a frenzied manner, but what he said made Uriel's face even paler.

"How is it possible, how could Uncle Joseph betray me? No, you must be lying to me!" Uriel couldn't believe that his uncle, who had always reassured him, would betray him at such a juncture.

Silorde didn't refute anything, just shook his head with a faint smile, and such a silent argument convinced Uriel of the truth of the facts.

"Your 'loyal uncle' has decided to take the whole of Europa to the World League, but well, I have always thought that you are the good king of Europa, and there are many such differences in our World League, so the alliance has decided to let you go back and compete with Joseph, who is the final winner and who is the king of Europa, how about it?" Silord squinted and proposed.

"What are you, what right do you have to decide the king of Europa? I, Grace Baca Julius Bonaparte Uriel, am the only legitimate king of Europa! It is impossible for me to compromise your arrangement!" Uriel held his forehead, his neat hair was scratched, and his eyes stared viciously at Silod in front of him, exuding an astonishing killing intent, like a wounded hungry wolf.

"I must say that you have chosen a very unwise path. Silorde clapped his hands, and several of the surrounding drinkers stood up and gathered around Uriel.

"How bold it is for your World Alliance to openly cause chaos in Sintia. Uriel sneered.

"Hahahaha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard, what is Cyntia? How dare you compare it to our World Alliance? This is just the beginning, or it won't be long before the whole of Cyntia will tremble under our iron hooves!" Silod laughed maniacally.

One of the drinkers said impatiently: "If you want to do it, hurry up, we won't be able to escape when the defenders of Sintia come!"

As the saying goes, there are no god-like enemies, only pig-like teammates, Silod had just finished loading B and was slapped in the face by his teammates at the speed of light, and what made him even more angry was that he couldn't refute it yet, because if the defenders of Sintia came, they really couldn't run away.

"Hahahaha, what a funny lackey. Uriel laughed presumptuously, Silorde's eyes were cold, a slender handguard sword was pulled out of the cloak behind him, and a kick rushed directly towards Uriel.

The disgusting evil killing intent locked on Uriel, if it was before, Uriel would definitely lose his mind under such a killing intent, but the intelligence of this World Alliance seems to be outdated, and Uriel, who has obtained the silent power of one of the legendary Four Knights, is no longer the weak man who can only rely on his subordinates, but a demon god who can kill all directions!

Silod's precise and vicious falcon blow was easily swept away by Uriel with his long sword, and at the same time, a powerful and ancient force came out of Uriel's body, disrupting Silord's attack, and at the same time, Uriel slammed the hilt of his sword into Silod's left shoulder.

A crisp bone cracking sound sounded, Silod couldn't open his eyes in pain, gritted his teeth and pushed the ground with his right hand, narrowly dodging the strong wind behind him, and Uriel swung a slash.

The assassins and guards who disguised themselves as drinkers in the city also moved, and they all used their best to fight together, and the tables, chairs, and benches in the hall were innocently lying with guns, and they were torn apart by the resolute sword aura, and even the roof and pillars of the house could not escape this catastrophe.

"Where's that momentum, why do you look like a reservoir dog now?" said Uriel as he looked at a somewhat embarrassed Silorde.

"Hmph, it's just a small mistake, there won't be a second time. Silorde's eyes also became serious, it seems that the rumors that Uriel has obtained the inheritance of the Four Horsemen are not a lie, click! Silord's right hand fiercely pushed the misplaced left shoulder back into place, and then moved his body, and the gauntlet sword cut a slender sword mark on the floor, and then stood upright in front of his chest.

The number of assassins far exceeds the number of guards, although it seems that there were only a few sporadic before, but in fact, it is only because of the huge hall that 12 assassins with extraordinary skills are pressing 4 guards to fight, although they are inferior in numbers, but as the royal guards, each of them is a strong choice of one in ten thousand, blocking behind Uriel to form a defensive line, providing ample space for Uriel and Silord to fight.

After watching the hard fighting of the guards, Uriel calmed down, now is not the time to play tricks on the enemy, it is necessary to fight quickly, if the people of Sintia know that the monarch of another country will enter the land, he may not be arrested.

Uriel reached out and grabbed it on his chest, and a layer of misty substance was held tightly in his hand, and then he stepped the wooden floor and was crushed, turning into a black shadow and rushing towards Silod instantly, but strangely all of this did not make a sound.

If he hadn't seen Uriel rush towards him with his own eyes, Silod would have even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears, but no matter how weird he was, Silod was confident that he would use the gauntlet sword in his hand to face Uriel's attack.

Two swords, one wide and one narrow, slashed at each other from two opposite directions, and just as the two swords were about to clash, Uriel grabbed the unknown substance with his left hand and pushed it towards Silod.

In an instant, all kinds of noises were mixed together, and they were sprayed out in a cone shape towards the front, and the huge noise turned into an invisible shock wave, directly crushing the tables, chairs, benches, beams and floors along the way, and Silord was even worse, this kind of unguardable sonic attack exploded directly in front of his face, and almost at the same time as the sound sounded, the seven orifices bled out, and the whole brain was like being pinched into a ball.

The sword in his hand was smashed, and Uriel's long sword slashed into Silord's flesh and blood without stopping, and the sword came out, and a scarlet blood streak bloomed into a bewitching blood flower.