On this page, an old mansion in Hyderabad was reduced to ashes in golden flames and thunder.

It was like the roar of the gods resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Hidden behind the scenes for decades, as a loyal hound, conscientiously hiding in the dark, willing to become a sharp knife, for Margaret III to eradicate all potential dangers, for the first time in his life, Mata XIII burst out in full force, bursting out with indescribable light and heat.

His strength completely exceeded the calculations of the layout.

The roar of the 'demigods' echoed over Hydreraborg with boundless despair and terror.

Armed with a wooden spear, Mata XIII tore through the sky with countless golden bolts of light, slaying an extraordinary being named the El Order.

The honorable level 30 member waiter, with just one blow, will be reduced to ashes.

The Venerable Twenty-Ninth Level Member Archbishop, with just one blow, will turn into ashes.

The same honorable bishop of the twenty-eighth level of membership, with the same light blow, turned into green smoke.

Those who have great authority in the dark, who have the authority of one side, who have power beyond the ordinary sense of kings and dukes, and who have power and knowledge far beyond ordinary people, are twenty-seven kings, twenty-six lords, twenty-five planners, twenty-four architects, twenty-third level librarians, twenty-two sword wielders, and so on......

They also had a single spear to completely annihilate in the golden flames and thunder.

The extraordinary powerhouses they cultivated, those who had been piled up with huge resources, those powerful warriors of the fifth and sixth orders, they didn't even get close to Mata XIII, and they were wiped out in the golden light and flames released by Mata XIII.

A golden glow like a small sun shone over Hydrderabad.

The golden light illuminated Hyderabad at night, and countless extraordinary people with extraordinary power flowing through their bodies and leaving no impression in the mind of Mata XIII disappeared without a trace in the golden light.

Outside the city, in the cabin, an old man with a scepter stood in the doorway, gritting his teeth and looking at Mata XIII hanging high in the sky.

"Heretics, heretics, how can there be such audacity?"

"He has stolen the power of my lord and the glory of my lord."

Florence stood behind the old man, looking in awe at the fiery golden light that was venting infinite death and destruction.

"I really didn't see that His Royal Highness Mata, who is usually taciturn, actually has such power...... Ah, your majesty, look, is he ......?"

The old man pursed his lips and smiled: "That's right, your guess is right. Mata XIII, the peak of the tenth-level demigods, can step into that realm at any time...... Oh, he should be, now the Medland continent, the strongest...... One. ”

Florence sighed lightly: "Poor Lord Shalin, and, those brothers, they are like this, they have hit their heads on the tip of the knife...... This is really, the heaviest loss of our El in years. ”

The old man snorted coldly: "In your voice, I hear snickering, don't deny it, Florence." Isn't their death a good thing for you? ”

The old man's eyes flashed with golden light, and he looked at Florence coldly: "When the plan of your kings is launched, and you are about to reap the fruits, those attendants and archbishops with higher status than you appear, and they want to grab the fruits of victory...... Your heart is full of resentment towards them, and I can clearly perceive this. ”

Florence looked at the old man without fear: "Isn't this also your appeal?" ”

The old man's eyes flickered.

Florence smiled: "So many epic and legendary deaths are bound to make the whole of Metland 'can'......"

The old man forcefully slammed the scepter from his hand to the ground, and made a loud 'boom': "Enough, Florence, I don't know where you learned about these forbidden knowledge at your level...... But, enough is enough. There are some things that you know, but you should never say. ”

Florence bowed slightly: "So, start the next step?" ”

The old man frowned and looked at Mata XIII, who was suspended above Hydrderabad: "Don't worry, let's ferment slowly...... Our plan this time will not allow for failure. If we don't succeed this time, we won't be able to find a better opportunity for hundreds of years to come. ”

"Again, ferment slowly...... Anyway, war, death...... Those dead have nothing to do with us, and that's fine. The old man muttered indifferently: "Only when they have suffered enough losses, those who are still waiting and watching will be ruthless and increase the stakes." ”

On the outskirts of Hyderabad, Hillman's sacrificial castle was suddenly shrouded in a black-red light.

An earth-shattering 'hiss' sound came from the void, and a terrible wave overwhelmed the roar of Mata XIII and enveloped the entire Hydrderabor.

The black-red light flowed like magma on the ground, outlining a huge magic circle with a diameter of a hundred miles, enveloping most of Hyderabor. Chaos, muddy, evil, and distorted consciousness poured into everyone's minds like a tidal wave, washing over their souls.

In the city of Hydrderabad, ordinary people and mortals, they all fainted and fell to the ground under the impact of this consciousness.

But those who possess extraordinary powers.

Even those who didn't take a single sequence of medicines, but simply opened up the sea of power, their power was summoned by this terrifying consciousness, or they were infected.

Their bodies squirmed like large snakes, black scales continued to grow under their skin, their bodies gradually elongated, some had huge balls of flesh growing on the back of their necks, and some had their eyes turned into vertical pupils, and their teeth turned into sharp fangs.

Mata XIII let out a roar of rage, and with a spear in hand, he fired dozens of spears in succession towards the castle in the distance.

The golden thunder tore through the sky and fell fiercely on the black-red glow above the ancient castle.

The ghostly light vibrated and splashed dozens of ripples.

A shrill roar came from beyond the void.

The space above the castle turned into a vast gray expanse, like a large piece of ground glass.

With a piercing tearing sound, the ground glass shattered, and through the huge crack, you can see an indescribable, incomparably large volume, incomparably blurred details, you can't see his essence at all, but his ontological form, like a red-hot soldering iron, is directly imprinted in the depths of your soul of the terrifying figure.

Countless people who were infected by the terrible will at the same time let out a sharp 'hiss' sound.

Physically, there are more signs of alienation.

Rich blood light erupted from the ancient castle, and the golden thunder blasted out by Mata XIII collided with the blood light, the thunder shattered, and the blood light shook slightly, turning into a viscous, trembling and trembling pillar of light, rising straight into the sky.

Hillman's voice rang out in the air.

"The Great Lord of Chaos, the Great Lord of Greed, please accept the humble and insignificant sacrifice of my insignificant ......"

"May your light return to the earth."

"May your will, through my hand, make the whole world tremble......"

Behind the crack, the unfathomable and unspeakable terrifying existence squirmed slightly, and a small earthquake suddenly erupted within a thousand miles of the entire Hyderabadrough periphery.

Clouds of gray light fell from the sky, flowing into the castle shrouded in evil light.

A black sun rose into the sky, standing side by side with the golden light that Mata XIII had incarnated.

Margrethe III looked at the castle, the slaughter of Haringel in her hands restlessly shaking.

"Great Heringle, please obey the old covenant and don't bless that damned little cub." Margrethe III raised the Black Ringer Killing in her hand, and the long sword spewed out black divine light, surging towards the spatial rift above the castle in waves.

"In the name of the current Lord of the Hydra bloodline, I ask you and reject all his supplications,"

Margaret III screamed, and under her fair skin, countless black scales grew, and at the back of her neck, eight black qi rushed up, and at the top of each black qi, there was a looming figure.

These figures, all of them are Margaret III.

Some people are angry, some people are laughing wildly, some people are crying, some people are treacherous, some people are hesitating, some people are grinding their teeth and biting their lips......

Among the eight illusory images of Margaret III, there are young girls, adults, and even an old lady with a kind face.

They looked down at Margrethe III condescendingly, and at the same time they spoke, repeating Margrethe III's prayers.

In the sky above the ancient castle, the huge incredible existence squirmed slightly.

A clear consciousness arises in the minds of all who look at Him.

He rejected Margrethe III's plea, he insisted on blessing Hillman, he insisted on making Hillman grow and become stronger, and he became a more powerful being than Margrethe III.

With chaos, evil, corruption, and depravity at its core, he wants to see a younger, stronger, and more ruthless hydra, driven by this little one, and let the breath of Hydra envelop the whole of Medland.

Hillman's voice came from afar: "Grandmother, you, you're old...... Since you were able to remove His Majesty from the throne back then, then, of course, when you are old, I can replace you. ”

Hillman said when he suddenly laughed, "He's more than happy to see us kill each other, don't you know?" ”

Margaret III's long hair flew, and the black fog was like a sword forest, constantly spewing out from her body, carrying the air of Senro, covering the entire Hydrderabad, isolating the erosion of Hydrderabad by that terrible will.

"That makes sense." Margrethe III giggled maniacally: "It makes so much sense...... So, Hillman, I'll cut off your head with my own hands to punish you, and jump out at this time to make trouble. ”

"In the fight for the throne, there is nothing wrong with any means."

"But for the sake of this throne, I will collude with foreign enemies...... Hillman, have you thought of your last words? ”

Hillman laughed wildly, and the entire castle crumbled and collapsed in the black-red glow.

The altar and magic circle were revealed.

Also revealed, there are also those members of the royal family of the Deren Empire who were slaughtered like lambs, paralyzed in the magic array, and blood was constantly flowing.

Margrethe III and Mata XIII's faces froze.

"Hillman, you damn it."

Margrethe III and Mata XIII shouted in unison, and the golden and black clusters of light slammed into the altar shrouded in ghostly light like two small suns.