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&;Chapter content begins&; Iliad plane. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before Nathan could crush Ian completely, he used planestime once more to escape the branch. Two seconds later, the thick branch was completely crushed, shattered into pieces of wood chips, and fell with the wind.

The time that the plane can steal is getting shorter and shorter, first, Nathan seems to have found a way to ask the plane, and second, Ian's physical strength is really unable to keep up. Frequently using the power of the gods, even his body, which had been blessed by the blood of the Dragon Emperor, could not stand it.

If you continue to fight, you will definitely lose.

He had to use the planetime to buy himself at least five seconds before the Source of Dragon Slayer exploded on Nathan's body. But those five seconds weren't so easy to fight for, and he had to do something.

For example, temporarily cancel the ability to live and grow.

Ian took a deep breath, then spit it out, forming a white line in front of him. At the same time, half of the World Tree behind him withered, and only the other half was still flourishing, absorbing the energy in Ian's body alone.

The Iliad plane was activated again, and the world stood still in this instant. Nathan, the Wind King, had noble golden eyes that shimmered in the air, revealing his wrath and majesty. The fearless hunter drew his golden bow and arrows like streamers, aiming them at Nathan's head with arrows from the source of the dragon.

If someone brings this scene to an oil painting, it must be a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

Ian knew that it would take less than two seconds for him to release the bowstring himself, and Nathan, the Lord of Wind, would fall like Naga, the Lord of Fire. But at this moment, he felt a sense of unease, in the world that time and space had seized, it should have been extremely quiet. However, Ian heard a sarcastic sneer from the silent wind.

He let go of the bowstring, and the arrows flew out, and at the same time, uneasiness and panic spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body.

Nathan broke free of time and space once more, this time in less than three seconds! The arrows that freed the Musk Moon Goddess were crushed in the wind, and the source of the dragon slayer exploded in mid-air, turning into a small purple ball, frantically sucking at the storm around it. Nathan, on the other hand, raised his head, his neck quickly bulging.

The next moment, the sky changed color, and a powerful storm erupted from Nathan's mouth. Like a hundred-meter-long giant sword, it swung down from the sky, and anything that stood in its way was cut in two. Ian tried his best to avoid it, but the storm was so fast that in just a moment, the left hand that was rubbed by the storm was crushed in an instant, and the flesh exploded in the wind and was consumed in less than a second. At the same time, the purple gas of the Source of the Dragon Slayer was also sucked into the storm and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

The hundred-meter-tall World Tree was cut into two sections, and the hundred-year-old tree, which symbolized the power of the gods, slowly fell, and the dust splashed seemed to cover the sky.

Dennis slowly put down his lookout glasses, he didn't need this anymore. The dust covered everything, but the king still floated above the dust, coldly watching the collapse of the World Tree. Carlos and Green were completely in a stupor, and Green was finally able to understand what Ian had been talking about about the disaster.

"Is this Nathan's mature version of Long Yan?" Carlos' voice trembled, and soon, he hugged his head tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and roared, "What's the point? What is the point of us coming here? What is the point of the team from six years ago, this time's teammates? Wind King, how can the Wind King be defeated by humans!"

Dennis opened his mouth, he wanted to say something reassuring, but he couldn't. How could he tell them that there was still hope? It was too naïve, it was too naïve, originally he thought that even if Nathan was powerful, he would be a little stronger than Nathan, but with this dragon flame alone, the two were incomparable. Compared to Nathan, Naga is really too immature.

The elves in the distance all fell to their knees. Pruitt, who took the lead, had dead ashes in his eyes, the World Tree had collapsed, their strongest fortress was gone, the queen was killed in battle, and their most respected leader was gone. There was no hope, there was no hope at all, and looking at the King of the Wind, the elves did not even have the courage to pick up the wooden spear, and slammed their heads on the ground, as if to bury themselves in the dust.

It's over, it's all over.

This is also the idea of Nicole and the others, who are standing on the top of the hill about a few hundred meters away from the World Tree with Quintina and Harry. From here, they could see everything clearly, seeing the Elven Queen and Ian challenging the Wind King one after another, and seeing the Wind King spit dragon flames and destroy all hopes.

Why? Why is that?

Nicole clutched her mouth tightly, her eyes were red, and she couldn't let herself cry.

Ian has obviously worked so hard and become so powerful, he has become the Lord of Thorns, the number one hunter. He should hunt down the Wind King, return to the imperial capital in style, and marry the person he loves deeply. But why, let him die here, let him face the invincible king?!

Quintina bit her lower lip tightly, biting and bleeding without caring about it. Her turban had been left behind when she fled, and her delicate red hair looked dull under the dust flying in the sky, just like her mood. Once again, she felt this sense of powerless loss, just like the day Aris left.

Harry had already wept into tears. He was sad for Ian and hated himself, he was afraid of the king, the king who killed his teacher. In front of it, he didn't even have the courage to raise his head.

Ian spat out the blood stuck in his throat and leaned wearily against the crippled trunk. Beside him was the corpse of the Elven Queen Siluff, and the only thing he could do before the disaster struck was to keep her body from being torn to pieces by the storm.

That's all he can do, because he only has one hand left. This is the consequence of his underestimation of Nathan, even though he thinks he has imagined Nathan to be strong enough. However, Nathan's strength is too much to imagine, he knows that he has lost, he has lost convincingly, and there is no way to lose.

"Perseus. Ian looked at the dust slowly dissipating above his head and slowly closed his eyes, "I really tried my best." ”

"You haven't lost yet, you have to give everything for it. ”

Ian snapped open his eyes and saw a familiar and unfamiliar face.

Ilyin looked at him with a smile, still wearing the gray robe from his memory.

"Stand up, my son. Ilyin said softly, "Actually, the Wind King or something, if it angers you, just shoot it to death." ”

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