At the moment when his life was at stake, the air seemed to freeze, and time passed very slowly.

The blade in Andrei's hand had already pierced Candy's neck, the skin was cut under pressure, and the first drops of blood spilled from the wound...

"Bang!" The sword burst into flames, and the air burst into flames of metal collision, and the blade fragments flew into the stone wall behind the throne, deep into the frescoes.

Andre slowly looked at his right hand, the blade had been chopped off, only the bare hilt was still in his hand, he was silent, his eyes were unprecedentedly high, and he looked at Denisha with a smirk: "It seems that you lost." ”

I saw that Denisha was breathing disordered at this time, cold sweat was constantly breaking out on her forehead, and the joints of her right hand were tense and white because of the tight grip on the sword, and she kept making a caka sound, and the Twilight sword was only an inch away from Andre, but she couldn't break through the distance.

Andrei was just about to say something, but suddenly his eyes darkened, and he sat there with his forehead slumped.

From his extremely pale face, it can be seen that Andre was also facing tremendous pressure just now, and he had no bottom of what he thought about Denissa, and he was completely out of his mind.

Now the result has finally settled, and in this psychological game, he has the last laugh.

André didn't hold the candy anymore and pushed her into Denissa's arms.

Candy was beaten by Denisha just now, and her face hurt hotly, but this little girl is very sensible, she firmly believes in Denisa's feelings for everyone more than anyone else, and she didn't cry at this time, just hugged Denisha's waist tightly, and shed tears silently.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

"Bang dang—" Dinisha didn't even seem to have the strength to hold the sword, the Twilight sword in her hand fell to the ground, she closed her gray eyes, and gently hugged the candy, her fingers trembling over the red and swollen areas of her face.

Andre eased up a little, and a smile resurfaced on his face: "Don't act so sad, anyway, you are also a person who cares about the world, is there any difference between Solandale being in power, Bolton being in power, or me being in power?" ”

"At least I can assure you that after I am crowned king, you will still be able to live your old life. For those children, I will also take care of them as if they were my own children, give them the best material conditions for them to study and go to school, pave the way for them to embark on a good life. ”

"You can visit them at any time and play with them as you used to, the only condition is that you can't get them all together, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well at night."

Denisha didn't say anything, put her hand behind Candy's neck, and suddenly pinched her, knocking her unconscious.

She then picked up the Twilight sword on the ground and threw it to Andre, spreading her arms to show her chest, "Aren't you just afraid of me?" How about taking a step back? You stabbed me in the heart with Twilight, so that the people you feared the most were gone forever, and the children lost their meaning as hostages, and you let them all go and never bothered them again. ”

Andre didn't pick up the twilight in front of him, his shoulders kept shaking, and the sound of laughter rang out from time to time, and finally burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha! I really didn't expect that the dignified 7th sequence, Akarin, would say such childish words. ”

"Don't worry, Denisha, you won't die, and I won't let you break this blade in my hands. I forgot to tell you that if I die for any reason, all those children will be killed. ”

"It's the same with you, if you die, whether you cut yourself out for honor, lose the battle, or deliberately release water and be killed by someone else, those children will die too."

"So, you have to protect me, and you must protect yourself." Andre got up and walked up to Denisha and held out his hand to her, his eyes burning with a frenzied fire, "Now, abandon those childish thoughts, accept fate, and step into a new future with me." ”

...

At the entrance and exit of the giant wall of the royal city, Sting rode a war horse and galloped past, plunging into the blood mist spreading outside the giant wall.

Pertheus gave the order to immediately take control of the archbishop of the Crimson Church, and whether the timing of this order was correct or not, whether it was too hasty or too late, Sting could not judge, all he could do was to carry out the royal decree with all his might.

Now that the city is filled with blood and mist, ground combat is too restricted, and he must first go to the dragon perch to find his dragon.

Fortunately, Sting was very familiar with the royal city, and even though his vision was blocked, he was still familiar with the road when he rode his horse, and it didn't take long to reach the vicinity of the giant dragon perch.

But who knows, before reaching the disembarkation point, the war horse under Sting suddenly let out a rapid neigh, stopped without receiving instructions, raised its hooves, and kept snorting with fear.

Sting was a little unsure of why, it was normal for him to change to an ordinary horse and not dare to approach the giant dragon perch, after all, Long Wei had a strong deterrent power for ordinary animals.

But the royal horses in the palace have undergone special training, and they will be taken to get close to the dragon from an early age, so they should not be afraid at this time.

Seeing that the war horse didn't dare to step forward no matter how much he drove it, Sting could only tie it to the side and quickly rush to the dragon perch.

It wasn't long before Sting saw a familiar silhouette in the thick blood mist, undoubtedly his own dragon, and he ran over to call it, but for a moment froze in place.

I saw the golden dragon fall to the ground, sprinkled with dragon blood all around, and its huge body was wrapped in some kind of twisted flesh, which had no fixed form and could be stretched wantonly, and there were messy blood vessels and nerve tissues everywhere, just like the most primitive embryo at the beginning of life.

The golden dragon was not dead, and the perch was covered with scorching marks and broken ravines, and it was clear that a fierce battle had broken out.

Judging by the results so far, the golden dragon had not been able to overcome the massive, twisted mass of flesh, and it looked at Sting with difficulty, and let out a feeble wail in its throat, as if it was begging for help from its master.

Sting's eyes were red as the dragon had been battered for years, and a spot of inflammation appeared in his throat, and the scorching dragon's breath erupted and struck the twisted flesh.

Where the dragon's breath passed, the twisted flesh was quickly scorched, peeling off from the dragon's body, but at the same time, the golden dragon's painful wail was heard.

Sting looked at it and was shocked to find that the dragon's body covered by twisted flesh was festering, and from time to time there were remnants of tissue writhing under the dragon's skin!

This mass of flesh... Grow with the dragon!

What was even more shocking was yet to come, the flesh and blood that had been burned by the dragon's breath had already shrunk and carbonized, but in the blink of an eye, they regrew and covered the surface of the dragon's body, like the most malignant diseased tissue, endless.

Just as Sting was at a loss, the twisted flesh had spread to the dragon's neck, and it writhed its head so hard that its throat could no longer make a sound, but it still desperately opened its mouth to Sting.

Years of fighting side by side had made Sting aware that the dragon was warning him!

Sting hurriedly looked behind him, only to see an overwhelming distorted shadow rising behind him, as if to devour the world.