Chapter 459: The Mask Removed (2)

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Chapter 459: The Mask Taken Off (2)

The sky outside Ales was always gloomy, but now it was even more like it was full of haze, the wind was whirling, and everyone stopped moving, looking at the movements and voices of the woman on the horse and the silver mask, and there was silence, as if waiting for something.

In just a minute and a half, it seemed like a century had passed, and no one could see the fingers that had always been calm and used to kill with one blow trembled slightly at the side and lifted up little by little.

Everyone is waiting for this moment.

They were not disappointed in their wait, for the much-anticipated female general finally ripped off the mask she had never taken off from the front of people, revealing a face identical to that of the woman who had been lifted from the towerโ€”she was Moro Ales.

The nearest soldier, the general, saw her face and shouted, "It's Prince Morro!" It's Prince Morrow! โ€

The sound came and went into the distance, and Dylan in the back saw the child who was still standing on horseback, and somehow felt a little distressed, she still couldn't get what she wanted, and at this time she chose Ales instead of herself.

Adler was shocked on the city wall, she had tested it too many times with Xitai's secret technique before, and she was dead, but who was this woman outside the barrier now?

"Impossible! You're a fake! Moro was long dead. Adler, when he saw her face clearly, took a few steps back in shock, and almost sat on the ground, how could she still be alive, even she didn't believe her own eyes, so she yelled, "How do you prove that you are Moro!" She's a liar! You've all been deceived! โ€

She smiled and pulled off the necklace around her neck, the red iris was like a drop of thick blood congealing, "Lord Adler, is this enough?!" โ€

Then she took out the badge representing the military power of the Demon Party, held it high, and her voice was steady and high, stimulating the eardrums of every soldier present and Adler's, "Plus this is not enough!" Lord Adler! โ€

She stared at Adler's stunned appearance on the castle tower, and the roar of the soldiers cheered in her ears, and she didn't realize it, and what she felt most was that there was a stunned face behind her and that angry gaze was about to shoot her through.

The wind was cold, and Ales's wind was so cold, like a knife piercing her heart again and again.

Patrick was also stunned, he also didn't expect her to remove the mask, although this is the simplest and most direct way, but this kind of unhesitation still surprised him, of course this is not a bad thing for him, after all, if Lorenzo does not forgive her, she can really belong to herself, of course, that is a later story. Patrick looked at Lorenzo from a short distance, whether it was anger or stunned or glad or more inexpressible, thinking that if he were Lorenzo, he would never have sat so calmly on his horse and stared at her side face.

She raised the red gemstone necklace in her hand, then ripped off her cloak, then pulled open her military jacket and pressed the gem on the birthmark on the back of her neck, and in an instant she was pierced by red light, and the red light pierced the sky, and the pillar of light shot out of the red gem pierced the haze, and the red light on her body reflected the entire barrier of Ales, as if to announce to everyone that she was the true master of Ales.