The entire continent is undergoing earth-shaking changes, but none of them can shake the determination of the people who are fighting in the depths of the central fortress of the Absolute Fortress. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 At this point in the info battle, whether it will be a success or a failure is about to be revealed, and even the vast divine power cannot make them stop.

Tagore and Andris, the old enemies, fought to the fullest, and both broke out with all their might. Andris's breath became colder and colder, but his tactics became more and more frenzied, barely paying any attention to his surroundings, and frantically wreaking havoc and destroying. Tagore instantly sensed that something was wrong with him, and from his familiarity with Andris, he could tell that it was not a fake.

Maybe it was influenced by the outside world, such as the changes caused by Bai Huang, or maybe the secret method of awakening him by the "Twilight" organization had some kind of flaw. But in any case, his loss of mind was definitely not a disguise, and this was undoubtedly a desperate opportunity for the stalemate of the battle at this time.

Tagore squeezed his fighting spirit with all his might, including his almost dry life force, his eyes, ears, nose and mouth were already bloody, but he still did not care, fearlessly fought against his opponents. At his inducement, large swathes of the walls were destroyed, and the old enemy roared all the way through the walls, raging towards the depths of the fortress.

Rabindranath Tagore never forgot the purpose of this operation, and in his judgment, the position of the people was not too far from the portal, and as long as they found it, it would not matter whether they would win or lose.

On the other side, the battle between Cassias and Dagzi against Ace has also entered a white-hot stage. The originally dim environment was already filled with golden-red light, and even the white light in the distance could not diminish this dazzling fire of life in the slightest.

Dagz had become a fire man through and through, barely seeing his original face, and he held his hammer aloft, shattering solid ground with each blow. He still couldn't keep up with Ace's amazing speed, but the monstrous sea of fire drove the latter into a desperate situation little by little.

The golden-red flames, not only burning his remaining vitality, but also drawing the power of the joy of fire, this legendary warhammer is already full of cracks, and perhaps the next blow will shatter with the death of his master, which is the price of unlocking its limitations and breaking the ship.

At this time, the "Ice Nightmare" Ace has long lost his initial calmness, and the heavy injury of the broken arm has a great impact on him, and it also affects the coordination of the body due to the lack of memory. In his consciousness, he had not had a left arm since birth, but his body had not yet adjusted to his instinctive sense of coordination and balance, so his every move and style was affected, and this feeling was like a fish in his throat, lingering, but there was no way to solve it.

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart, and he turned his head to look to his side, where a skeleton in a black dress was holding two swords, standing upright, not like fighting, but like showing an art. His twin swords are elegantly depicted in the air, as if he were completing a masterpiece, and as if he were simply cutting invisible lines.

Ace couldn't understand it, and neither could the others and even the other Juggernauts, because he was such a lonely swordsman. Independent of the pinnacle and looking at the world, at this moment, he suddenly found a little aura from the past. So he let go of his emotions, no longer obsessed with the shape and meaning, and swung the sword in his hand along with the emotion in his heart.

The sword rises, everything roars, the sword falls, and the ice crystals break.

Ace didn't have time to see clearly, didn't have time to think, didn't have time to defend, didn't have time to scream, and died.

The scattered ice crystals only had time to emit a momentary brilliance before they melted into the flames.

As soon as Ace died, Dagzi seemed to lose all power, and the blazing flames on his body suddenly shrank, almost extinguishing along with the fire of his life, but a familiar call made him open his closed eyes again.

"Dagz!"

Arthas and Master Fantesi arrived at this battlefield at some point, shouting as he ran, his expression unspeakably flustered.

He staggered to Dagzi, looking at his brother's body that was gradually disintegrating like ashes, and opened his hands helplessly, wanting to hug but fearing that the other person would collapse. At this moment, Arthas is no longer the mighty leader of the "Black Horse", nor is he a strong man with a deathly hallows in his hand.

He's just a wretched creature about to lose a loved one.

"Arthas, don't show such a sad expression, you won't forget the family motto of the Rhine family. On the battlefield, no one cannot die, and no one deserves to die. Are you going to use such an expression to lead your men who have also lost their loved ones? Tell me!

Dagzi's roar caused his body to collapse at an accelerated pace, and in the blink of an eye, most of his body was like ashes, floating in the air little by little.

Arthas's tears finally flowed uncontrollably, and he did not speak, but put his right hand into his chest and gave Dagzi a standard farewell salute, just as he did with the soldiers who had died in battle.

He watched silently as Dagzi's last gentle smile disappeared in front of him, and then he resolutely turned away.

[The last chapter of this volume, I don't want to end hastily, so it's a bit of a cardin, let me add and change it carefully, forgive me......]

Arthas and Master Fantesi arrived at this battlefield at some point, shouting as he ran, his expression unspeakably flustered.

He staggered to Dagzi, looking at his brother's body that was gradually disintegrating like ashes, and opened his hands helplessly, wanting to hug but fearing that the other person would collapse. At this moment, Arthas is no longer the mighty leader of the "Black Horse", nor is he a strong man with a deathly hallows in his hand.

He's just a wretched creature about to lose a loved one.

"Arthas, don't show such a sad expression, you won't forget the family motto of the Rhine family. On the battlefield, no one cannot die, and no one deserves to die. Are you going to use such an expression to lead your men who have also lost their loved ones? Tell me!

Dagzi's roar caused his body to collapse at an accelerated pace, and in the blink of an eye, most of his body was like ashes, floating in the air little by little.

Arthas's tears finally flowed uncontrollably, and he did not speak, but put his right hand into his chest and gave Dagzi a standard farewell salute, just as he did with the soldiers who had died in battle.

He watched silently as Dagzi's last gentle smile disappeared in front of him, and then he resolutely turned away. (To be continued.) )