As he ran, he threw what he could see into the fire, and he felt that he was feeding the behemoth that had always been magical, and that he could control the flames like a warlock. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The heat swept in one after another, the flames reddened everything around him, and he heard some screams, and saw a few heads sticking out—dressed in coarse cloth, with wrinkles on their faces and necks. This is a handyman in hiding.

Repon pointed at them and laughed: "Die!

When the handyman tried to escape, he found himself surrounded by flames, and tongues of fire were spraying into the low room, crackling and popping everywhere, and orange and red as far as the eye could see.

But the tongue of fire quickly rushed up, invading the only space left. The temperature was extremely high, and the smoke choked the men. They found something to cover and spread on their bodies and tried to rush out. The first man to rush into the sea of fire was quickly swallowed up, rolling on the ground, the sound of things burning violently overshadowed his shouts, and he quickly turned into a bright shadow.

Desperate to find fire everywhere, the miscellaneous screamed a few times, and the heat wave rushed at them, and they had no way but to let the flames rob them of the oxygen and finally devour them.

A few burning people made Repon even more excited, and he clapped his hands and laughed, and added things to the fire more diligently.

The vigorous exercise and the exuberant fire soon made Repon feel hot all over, and he ran to the open area in sweat, found some wood or brick to move, and threw it into the fire again.

He quickly found a way to feed the flame beast, and he found himself moving away from the wall of fire and throwing something at its weak spots, which would quickly make the tongue of fire grow quickly. But before that, he had to run farther so that he wouldn't get burned.

He played a game of hiding with the flame beasts, running from one end of the Golden Palace to the other, igniting everything he went like a ball of traction, and there was an orange-red scene everywhere, which gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

Not far away, the voices of people grew louder and louder, and Repon saw the surging heads of men, carrying swords, shields, and spears, with panicked expressions on their faces. It's a steel freak who usually guards the palace!

Repon shouted loudly, trying to attract attention and show people his great creation.

These palace guards have been guarding the exits of the Golden Palace, nervous, for fear that the rebels outside will rush in with their swords at any time.

However, the rebels outside did not move, and after they had taken an oath, they did not attack, and surrounded the Golden Palace from afternoon to evening.

If it weren't for the torches outside the Golden Palace that made the night of the imperial capital as bright as day, they would have even thought that the rebels had retreated.

The spirit of the Praetorian Guard has reached its limit, like a filament about to break. At this time, as long as there is a little wind and grass, they will not hesitate to draw their swords and rush forward.

However, what they were waiting for was not the enemy, but the fire that filled the Golden Palace.

To their horror, they found that a wall of fire had been erected behind them, and that a wave of heat was rushing towards the Praetorian Guards at the gates of the Golden Palace like a tidal wave, and tongues of fire were crawling along the grass and wood, and where they were burning, they were a man high, and the air was swept into the tongues of fire, making the flames burn more violently.

Behind them was a short man, his face was gray and black, his brocade had been burned in several places, and his body was covered with charcoal ash. He held a long wooden stick in his hand and let out a horrible laugh.

Of course, the Janissaries recognized this demon-like child, the king they were trying to defend. The king pointed to the flame behind him, waved the stick in his hand a few times, and threw it into the fire. He clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes narrowed, almost sinking into the bulging flesh of his face, his teeth and red gums were all exposed, and his nose was almost gone, looking like a demon.

"Fire, fire!" the little king seemed to proudly reveal his creation.

People only felt as if their hearts were being clenched by a giant hand, and they almost stopped beating a few beats. In the distance, there was nothing but a sea of fire. Apparently it was a fire set by King Liepo.

The men they were supposed to guard were now burning everything they had protected—though they had no loyalty to speak of, and by the time Turing died, they had exhausted their sense of honor.

Now what really put them in a desperate situation is not the enemy outside the Golden Palace, but this little king with a crazy head! They are shocked, angry, and even want to cut off the head of this madman so that they can run out of the Golden Palace and surrender. However, they did not do so, because they were more afraid that the cruel black sword would slaughter all the captives.

When Dean tried to stop the king, he rushed forward and got down on one knee before Repon to get him out of the flames.

"Your Majesty, it is dangerous for you to do this. A tongue of fire sprang up from behind, and Dean tried to pull Repon away, ignoring etiquette.

Dragged by a strong hand and almost falling to the ground, Repon felt insulted and kicked Dean hard in the stomach and bit him on the wrist.

Dean screamed, and Liepen's strength was so great that he actually pressed Dean to the ground with his backhand! Dean couldn't beat a child, but he didn't dare to struggle. The king was notorious, and he had seen the ten-year-old boy do the trick. One day this brainless madman still wears a crown, and one day he can't fight him.

But what he didn't expect was that a moment of compromise would cost him his life. Repon actually grabbed Dean by the hair and pressed his face into the flames!

The fire swept over his head, the scorching heat causing Dean to scream, but tongues of fire immediately ran into his throat and blocked his throat, the flames flowing on his skin, causing his face to bubble up.

Dean struggled desperately, his body and limbs twisting, but he couldn't stay away from the flames - Repon was sitting on his back, pressing his head down!

The flames grew brighter and brighter, the grease on Dean's head boiled, the skin burst with a crisp popping sound, and a scorching smell, and the hair on his head made the tongue of fire brighter, and it looked like his whole head was a round ball of fire.

Soon Dean's hands and feet stopped moving.

Feeling that the flesh under him was gradually paralyzed, and the tongue of fire was spreading forward little by little, Repon climbed down from Dean's back, and screamed and laughed, he didn't expect that people could also feed the flame monsters, and this place was densely packed with people!

Repon spread his black hands, with Dean's skin still glued to them, and threw himself into the crowd!

Fear and anger overwhelmed the Praetorian Guards, who threw away their weapons, opened the Golden Palace, and rushed out (to be continued). )