"Yin Soul... I found you! ”

On the surface of the sea, the figure of Foyegoti's sword galloping suddenly paused, looking at the island not far away, and his face showed a look of ecstasy.

He could feel...

For the first time...

For the first time since she was reborn, Yonsyld was so close to her.

"Are you approaching me too... Yin Soul..."

As if he could sense that the other party was close to him, the expression on Foyego's face was unpredictable, and the dark black mist around him unconsciously spread outward:

"I knew... I knew it... Yonssoul, we're going to meet again! ”

Walking forward in mid-air, Foyego looked at the island not far away, and the distance between the two was rapidly closing.

Bang!

The closer you get to the island, the more turbulent the otherwise calm sea becomes.

"Don't get in my way!"

Foyego let out an angry shout, and the vast black mist in his body burst out, and the sky, which was not very clear, began to mutate, and the sky and the earth were completely separated, forming a confrontational scene.

In the midst of the collapse of the world, Foyego did not even glance at the sea beneath his feet, his eyes were only the island in front of him, as long as Yinsourde was waiting for him there:

"I'm coming... No matter how hard it gets, I'll see you again... Yoon Soul, my love!! ”

Every time he took a step, the black mist naturally condensed under his feet, blocking the raging waves under his feet.

The dilapidated power in his body was like a flood opening the floodgates, venting out without reservation, just to make his actions faster, just to see that person faster.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The behemoth lurking beneath the depths of the sea, it seems, has become more and more violent because of Foyego's ignorance.

A vortex formed at Foyego's feet, and a dozen thick, acquainted tentacles poked out of the sea and whipped towards him.

"I said... Don't stop me! ”

The dark green light in Foyego's eyes was great, and his footsteps did not stop at all, and the ruined king sword in his hand slashed out mercilessly.

Airplanes!

The Sword of the Ruined King collided with the tentacles, and the tentacles were cut off directly without any pause.

With a wave of his hand, a black mist drifted out of his hand, blocking all splashes of dark green blood for him.

"Who allowed you to touch me with that filthy blood! Despicable beasts! ”

He will soon see the man he has been dreaming of for thousands of years, and he will not allow any filth to be stained on his body.

It's almost ... It's going to be soon...

Foyego strode forward in midair, his tentacles easily cut off before he could get close. His stride was not very large, even as if he were strolling in the garden.

But in a matter of moments, he had advanced hundreds of meters, and he could already see the restless grains of sand on the shore.

At this moment, he was about to face Yin Soul, and he looked like a domineering king more than ever.

"Yin Soul... I'm coming! ”

Black Boots stepped on the rough grit, and a murmur of pain rolled out of his throat.

After a lot of hardships, they are finally going to meet.

"Are you going to let me go looking for you... Yin Soul... I'm coming! ”

Foyego's steps were a little urgent, leaving a series of footprints of varying shades on the sand, and his figure quickly stepped into the dense forest.

In the center of the island, Senna suddenly covered her heart, looked at the direction where Foyego came in a panic, and whispered:

"He's coming..."

Lucian quickly came to her side and took her hand:

"Xena, everything will be fine..."

"Don't worry, Naga Kapoulos said to protect your safety."

Onos grinned and slowly stood up.

In an instant, her oppressive form formed a large shadow on the ground.

She slowly picked up a golden statue from the stone next to her, a little bigger than a wine barrel, it was the best weapon for her, "Gods! ”。

Onoyin made a respectful priestly salute toward the nearby waterhole before standing in preparation for the impending crisis.

The black fog that Foyego emitted from the sea was clear even to them in the middle of the island.

However, it is only strange that in Lucian and Senna's expectations, the arrival of Foyego should be accompanied by a large black fog, and the sea beasts in the sea are to stop the group of resentful spirits that may appear.

But now look at it... It seems that Foyego came alone, and the heirs of Naga Kapolos arranged by sea did not play any role.

About 100 kilometers from the island, the air and space warships are docked in the sea with a slight wave roll.

There were only two people in the command room, Seraphine and Grede, and Seraphine stood in the command position, looking at the central control screen with expectant eyes, which showed a full view of the island.

Although the Aerospace Battleship is controlled by the mechanical life britz, it also has different functions depending on the owner.

It's like Svein's car is more about destructiveness, while Deleus is more about having a wide range of attacks and more speed. Ryan's air and space battleship also has its own different characteristics.

This is a battleship that combines magical technology. With the vast amount of magic stored inside the Battleship, those who have access to the Battleship will be able to perform all kinds of magic.

Of course, at present, it can only be the most basic mold, just talk about the magic related to remote screen projection, or the sponsorship given by her teacher.

But for the current situation, it is enough to watch from afar.

"Teacher, what kind of strength is Naga Kaporos?" Seraphine wondered.

Grad casually looked at the folds of his coat: "It's slightly stronger than Foyego, and no one can help anyone in a life-and-death battle." ”

"Will Foyego fail this time?" Seraphine narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was thinking something.

Grede's eyes swept over his apprentice, and he shook his head slightly: "Change a place, change a scene, Foyego will definitely be defeated." But today, he won't lose. ”

"Today..."

Seraphine whispered, her eyes complicated as she looked at the radiant Foyego in the picture.

In the historical description, Foyego is a rotten person no matter how you look at it. But today, he seems to be different from the past or the description.

The power of love is always so special...

Bang!!!

With a loud bang, the ground shook and the highest hill in the center of the island was cut in the middle, and the earth and rocks automatically slid down to both sides, revealing a passage.

At the end of the passage, a slender black figure appeared, black leather pants, a muscular bare chest, and the tip of Foyego's right hand grazed the rock face, making a sizzling and piercing sound.

The dark green tattered crown above his head flickered, and the ruined king came to marry his only queen with love and hatred that had been dormant for thousands of years.

"Yin Soul... I'm coming! ”

He soon saw the three people who had been waiting for a long time, and Onoyin and Lucian, who were standing in front of him, were directly ignored by him, and Foyego's deep and complicated eyes stared straight at Senna.

More precisely, staring at her undulating heart.

His gaze is no longer violent, no longer painful, but fluctuates with a rare tenderness.

Tread, tread, tread... Foyego slowed his pace, and the sound he made as he walked seemed to become softer, as if he were afraid to disturb a sleeping baby.

Under such a gaze, Sena's body trembled slightly, her eyes gradually lost focus as she looked at the approaching Foyego, she wanted to do something, but found that her body did not obey at all.

It was a negative emotion of fear, fear, trembling.

It doesn't come from her heart, it comes from that "she"...

Lucian's brows furrowed at the moment, for some reason, seeing Foyego and Senna giving each other meaningless glances always made him feel a nameless anger in his heart.

He even felt that he was pressed with a thousand-pound boulder on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

Lucian shook his head, forcibly dispelling the negative emotions that had sprung up in his heart, which he knew were due to the black mist's ability to trigger negative thoughts.

Now that he has decided to stand here, he is fully prepared mentally and physically!

Bang——!

Lucian raised the twin guns in his hand, and his fingers pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

A dense burst of gunfire rang out, and silver bullets pierced through the chamber of the gun, bursting out of the muzzle, piercing the air and heading for Foyego.

Holy Spear Baptism!

In front of this storm of silver bullets, no one can escape.

But...

The confidence on Lucian's face lasted only a second, and then disbelief crept all over his cheeks.

The silver bullets tore apart Foyego's spirit without the slightest mercy, but the silver bullet that was supposed to have a huge lethal effect on the spirit seemed to have lost all its effect this time.

Even without the sound of the collision, it was swept to the ground by the black mist generated by Foyego's body. The sea of bullets like a rain curtain did not hit the target.

"How is that possible..."

Lucian's brow furrowed, realizing how tricky things were.

Traveling to the Valoran continent has taught him a lot, and he also understands that the gap between himself and Foyego is huge. But he never imagined that the gap would be so big.

Obviously, he didn't have the slightest underestimation.

Obviously, he put all his strength into it the first time.

However, it is a pity that in the past, the baptism of the Holy Spear, which could sweep away dozens of resentful spirits, could not even break through the black fog beside Foyego.

As if tired of this mosquito-like attack, Foyego's indifferent eyes swept over Lucian, and the tattered king sword in his hand was thrown out by him.

Swish!

The narrow Wang Sword was unstoppable, and its speed almost broke through the sound barrier, only stabbing towards Lucian.

But the moment Foyego shifted his gaze, Senna moved, and she rushed at Lucian, who had never had time to dodge, trying to use her chest to block the sword that was thrown at her.

"No !!"

Foyego's face was hideous, and he clenched his fist fiercely in the direction where the Sword of the Ruined King was thrown.

The blade, which was originally like a meteor, was hovering in mid-air at the moment.

By the time the blade stopped, the tip of the sword had pierced the clothes on Senna's chest, and blood could be seen at a fraction of the point.

"Damn... You almost killed her! ”

When Foyego saw this, his eyes flashed with fear, and then he was furious, and his anger almost consumed him.

Finally, he and her are about to be close.

To this end, he spent almost everything, without a moment's pause.

But such a great opportunity was almost ruined.

"Unforgivable!"

Swish!

As soon as Foyego's words fell, his body had already come close to Lucian and the two, and he held the sword of the Ruined King hard, deftly avoiding Senna, and aiming at Lucian is a stab.

"Disperse!"

Onoyin let out a roar, and the 'Divine Knowledge' in his hand like a wine barrel slammed down.

"Humph!"

Foyego snorted disdainfully, and the sword in his hand did not retreat, but instead met the 'Divine Knowledge' with one hand.

Winter!

Laugh at!

The sound of the two clashes rang out at almost the same time, and the Ruin King's sword slammed into Lucian's abdomen, splashing a large field of blood.

However, the 'Shenxi' smashed in Onoyin's hand collided with Foyego's hand, but it made a dull sound.

Although his hand sank slightly, Onoyin's attack was still blocked by Foyego's bare hands.

He didn't even look at Lucian when he was done, he just let him fall to the ground, staring at Senna with weak, godless eyes.

Foyego turned his gaze to Onoyin, who was a lot taller than him, and his tone was uncertain: "Why, why is there always someone standing in my way." Have you never felt the pain of losing a loved one? ”

"The pain of losing a loved one—" Onoyin's face was a little more unnatural, but he quickly recovered, and his face became unusually determined, "Naga Kapoulos said to keep them safe. ”

"Heh, since you can't feel my pain, then you can die."

Foyego's face was hideous, and the broken king sword in his hand was cut down mercilessly.

In the face of the fierce attack, Onuoyin did not dare to be careless, and concentrated on the 'Shenxi' block.

Bang! Bang!

The two weapons collided with each other with a dull sound, and Onoyin, who was far larger than Foyego, was now the weaker side.

Under Foyego's brutal almost brute force slash, Onoyin was beaten and stepped back, his legs and feet sinking deep into the mud, and he looked a little unsteady on his feet.

Bang!

The blade whistled with a gust of wind, and swung straight away from the idol that stood in front of Onoyin.

Taking advantage of this empty door, Foyego kicked out and kicked Onoyin in the stomach.

Onoyin's eyes flickered as if her stomach had been smashed by a great ship, and a brutal force carried her body into the air, her feet drawing two long lines in the dirt until she fell into the pool.

It's too strong...

Lucian lay on the ground in a daze, watching as Foyego unleashed his might.

He was knocked to the ground by Foyego, and Onoyin, who had high hopes, only blocked a few rounds before being defeated.

In the face of such a powerful Foyego... Is there really hope for them ...

Looking at Foyego, who was slowly pacing towards Senna, there was a hint of self-deprecation and anger in his eyes.

It's him... That's arrogant.

Wouldn't it have been a different story if they had run away desperately when they knew that Foyego was coming?

If, after learning of Seraphine's victory, they didn't gain the confidence to fight in the first fight, would the final battle have changed...

If he wasn't so wasteful, but had more strength or power, would he still lie like a dead dog like he is now...

If...

It's a pity that there are so many ifs in this world...

It's so ugly to feel like you're entrusting your life and that of your loved ones to others...

Lucian looked at Foyego, who didn't seem to be in a hurry, and there was still a last glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Dawn... Will it appear?