A blood-colored spring emerged from Anthony's hand, the cold sword light floated, the blood-colored veins bloomed, and the murderous intent was revealed, sweeping towards the gray world.

"Flutter"

The killing machine is like falling into a quagmire, piercing deeply into the world, spreading layer by layer of ripples, and slowly sinking into the world.

"Hmph, I'm going to see how much you can swallow. ”

Anthony sneered, and countless blood lights rose from behind him, spreading out, as boundless as the sea, and faintly seemed to be able to hear the waves.

"Kill!" The loud drink suddenly burst out, blowing up the blood-colored ocean, and the blood-colored sword qi rose into the sky, turning into hideous blood dragons, fighting towards the gray world.

"Flutter" "Flutter" "Flutter"

Without any accidents, the gray world is like a demonic beast that can never be fed, devouring all the blood dragons.

But Ochmera, who was at the center of the world, became more and more pale, and her face trembled slightly like the bark of a dead tree, and even the magic array that had built the entire world under her feet also dimmed at an extremely slow speed.

"Isn't that untenable?"

Anthony laughed wildly, the negative emotions in his mind constantly stirred his nerves and eroded his consciousness, and if anyone could see it, they would find that in Anthony's mind there were thousands of souls roaring, roaring, pleading, and scolding.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and dozens of blood streaks condensed on top of his fist, and then, in the disbelief of the sky and the earth, he slammed into the center of his eyebrows.

"Roar!"

Anthony roared in pain, a drop of blood overflowed from the center of his eyebrows, and the moment he appeared, the blood lines on his body were like sharks smelling blood, swarming towards his eyebrows, scrambling to get into the drop of blood.

Gradually, the blood coagulated, showing a crystal clear luster, just like the blood light behind him, crystal magnificent.

"You've me off!"

Dozens of accents erupted from Anthony's mouth, men and women, old and young, scattered in the cold wind, and even the cold wind became strange at this moment.

Anthony clenched the long sword, and the blood at the center of his eyebrows suddenly stretched out dozens of dark red tentacles, tightly pulling at the center of Anthony's eyebrows, and a mellow murderous aura snaked down from the tentacles and converged on Anthony's right hand.

"So you will die a miserable death!" The blood-colored sword light carrier poured out like a real murderous aura, like the waves of the angry sea, wave after wave, but as fast as lightning, one after another sword light connected into a bloody light, speeding away.

"Boom--"

The murderous aura was furious, the blood was overflowing, the gray world trembled, Ochmera's face turned sharply pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out violently, and behind him, on the huge stars, cracks appeared, and bright and soft light escaped from the stars, floating in the world, and was shattered by the endless murderous aura.

The illusory world is like a broken cloth bag, and the blood-colored brilliance flows out of it, filling the sky, and under the cold sun, it is like a blood-colored transparent crystal, transparent and crystalline, without any flaws.

Anthony grinned, and the tentacles on his face stretched out longer and longer, gradually covering his face like a blood-colored mask, like a demon, hideous and terrifying.

He took a step forward, and his figure had appeared in the center of the world, standing on top of the nearly crumbling magic circle, his left hand raised, and he grabbed Ochmera's neck.

"Ochmera, you've wasted too much time, so, you can die!"

"Hehe" Ochmera opened her eyes, her star-bright eyes only left with deep exhaustion, "Anthony, Scarlet Verdict, are you really going to kill us?"

"Until now, are you still dreaming of unrealistic fantasies? Or have you lost yourself a long time since you studied illusions? Maybe you think you're going to end up with nothing but death!"

"Of course not!" Ochmera straightened up, her gray robe dark from blood, "Do you know what happened to kill Duke Ruskin? Do you know the power of the Ruskin family? Do you know the tragic consequences of killing him?"

"The consequences?" hundreds of accents rang out at the same time, "The Knights of the Scarlet Judgment never care about the consequences!"

"Really?" Ochmera laughed, blood streaming from the corners of her mouth, ticking and ticking, "The Blood Ruling doesn't care, doesn't the Holy See of Light care?"

Anthony frowned, and his eyes instantly crossed over to Ochmera and threw him into the battlefield on the ground.

The last knights were gone, and among the graves of tens of thousands of people, only a few horses were left alone beside a few corpses.

Saas Ronnie swallowed blood foaming from his mouth, staring desperately and helplessly, looking at his father who was standing indifferently not far away, behind him, blood-colored veins slowly climbed up, slowly enveloping his body along the black armor.

The thirteen sub-commanders stood solemnly, the long sword in their hands hung down, the blood-colored cross on their chests flashed red, and they let the cold wind blow, bringing up their colorful cloaks.

Not far away, the four nobles stood proudly, but they were silent, in the cold sun, like noble emperors, even in the face of death, they were high and never bowed their heads.

"Do you really dare to kill them?" said Ochmera, mocking.

"Kill!" five hundred accents sounded in vain, and Anthony's eyes flashed with red light, and a fierce aura flashed.

"Hahahaha"

Ochmera laughed, and the figure shattered in an instant, and Anthony was startled, and his left hand clenched violently, but only the air was grasped.

"True, false, false, true, Anthony, why do you think I'm so weak?" Ochmera's voice resounded in the gray world, sometimes far and sometimes near, ethereal.

Anthony was instantly furious, the blood red in his eyebrows instantly brightened, the tentacles squirmed, spreading towards his shoulders, and nearly a thousand heavy voices resounded, "Murderous, explosive!"

"Bang-"

Countless murderous qi shattered, and boundless red light filled the entire world in an instant, and the fragments of murderous qi shuttled back and forth in the world, like a terrifying locust plague, cutting and devouring the entire world in a fine way.

However, when the whole world shattered, the red light swallowed up the gray light, and the figure of Ochmera could not be found.

"Can't find it, Anthony, don't waste your efforts!" Ochmera's voice appeared again, with endless mockery, "Kill me, you're not qualified enough!"

Anthony was silent, the blood-red on his eyebrows stopped flickering, and the blood-colored veins covered his shoulders and stopped.

"Ochmera, are you just going to run away?" a thousand heavy sounds sounded, and the long sword in Anthony's hand was retracted, and the silver-white armor shone with a cold light under the cold sun.

"Run? no, of course not. The old man's voice sounded in midair, "I remember that a sage once said that this is called strategic retreat. ”

"Retreat?" Anthony sneered, stepping down step by step, "or watch me kill them, and then you retreat, coward!"

"You can't kill them!"

"I don't believe it!"

"So, do you remember where this is?"

"So what?"

"Haha warrior stupidity!" Ochmera did not hesitate to taunt herself, "The Magic Guild will never let a nobleman die in his city. ”

Anthony's eyes flashed, "But I'm the Holy See of Light!"

"So what?"

"Nobles, the Holy See of Light, the Magic Guild will understand how to choose!"

"Really?"

The strange tone, the sneering tone, and a bad feeling surfaced in Anthony's heart, and he looked down and saw a red lotus blooming, the fire flowing, and the hot breath flowing, rising to the sky.

In the midst of the fire lotus, thirteen crosses condensed by flames were erected high, and on the cross, thirteen figures hung on them.

"I won't allow it, they die in the city of Paulol. "The voice of the Lordor Fa Saint came from afar from the mage tower, and it could not be refuted.

"I'll just say, Anthony, it's not always what you think it is"

"Shut up!"

The blood-red sword qi rose into the air, graceful as a swimming dragon, and disappeared in an instant.

"No!"

There was a scream, and blood was in the air, accompanied by half of the gray robe, dripping down.

"I really thought I couldn't find you, ant. Anthony roared, and a thousand accents were also roaring, shocking the heavens and the earth.

"Lordail, remove the Fire Lotus, I will spare your life!"

In the mage tower, the fire flashed in the eyes of the Lordor Fa Sheng, and it was suppressed again, "Anthony, you have violated the regulations of Bolol City, get out of Bolol City. Otherwise, die!"

"Big talk!"

Anthony roared, turning into a phantom and scurrying in the direction of the Mage's Tower.

"Do you want to offend both the nobles and the magic guild at the same time?"

A wisp of flame burst out, wrapping the body of the Lordor Dharma Saint, he stepped out, and the mysterious magic array appeared at his feet, and one more step, it had already appeared in the sky above the mage tower, he looked at Anthony who was rushing quickly, and asked coldly.

"Are you, then, going to offend the Holy See of Light?" roared from within the Illusory.

At this moment, a voice sounded in the sky, gentle and elegant, but with a trace of majesty that was not angry and arrogant.

"When will you be able to represent the Holy See of Light?" (To be continued.) )