Countless tentacles danced in the sky, slicing the dim sunlight to pieces, the figure of the King of Assassins, Simion Long Chang, disappeared, and the troll "Xingtian" stood in the wreckage of the Dragon Mansion, like an immortal ancient demon god. A drop of hot liquid fell to the ground, and Jonah's voice was hoarse, and he knelt in the wet earth, with tears in his eyes, praying to the endless starry sky, to the truth of the universe, to all the gods of this world who dwelt in the clouds, praying that the Oriental man, who was always smiling, mischievous, and had a heartfelt love of food, broke free from the shackles of darkness and came to him again, with a familiar toothy smile. "Asai...... I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's all my fault......" the boy squeezed out a bloody confession from between his teeth," ...... You can't die...... You can't die!"

Perhaps it was a benevolent signal from the stars, or perhaps some god in the clouds heard the call of an astrologer and decided to turn the wheel of fate gently. Suddenly, a sharp whistling echoed through the field, and Jonah suddenly looked up to see a long, deep crack in the upper half of the troll's body, and the bandaged warrior swung his rusty sword "gluttony" into a streamer of light, slashing the black tentacles around him. The troll immediately swung its huge arm and slapped, "Poof!" Rust-colored sword aura wrapped around its body, and the Oriental man pierced the troll's palm like a sharp arrow, shooting into the sky with no dissipation.

“...... Arsai!!" Jonah jerked up, shouting frantically, tears welling up in his eyes.

The rising King of Assassins turned his head slightly, his eyes sweeping over the blood-colored earth and condensing on the small figure. "Brother Jonah. A muffled whisper came from behind the bandage, "That's it, Brother Jonah." I wish I could still have time to travel around the continent with you, taste all kinds of delicious food, fight with all kinds of people, walk on a different road every day, and when you look up, you can see new scenery...... There are still many words that have not been said to you, even if one more day, no, a few hours...... And in the end, don't you have a chance to see her again? Fate is really annoying......"

The rust-colored sword qi clangled around him, and the long sword "gluttony" in his hand was gradually transforming into the majestic silhouette of the son of the dragon, and the warrior closed his eyes like coals of fire and slowly opened them. The earth was spinning away beneath his feet, and through the smoke and mist, he was getting closer and closer to the scorching sun. “...... Sentimentality is a woman's business!" The King of Assassins suddenly reached out and took off his rusted iron helmet, and threw it down, and was instantly shattered to dust by the hurricane. "Just remember our agreement, Brother Jonah. ”

He tore off the blood-stained bandages on his face with his fingers, revealing the handsome face of a strange Oriental man. Despite the completely different facial features, the King of Assassins grinned as brightly as the other body. "Goodbye, then, Brother Jonah. He waved his hand in the direction of Jonah, smiling and waving goodbye to the journey, like a traveler who is about to embark on another path with his friends.

“...... Asai?"

Jonah held his head high, the sunlight shining from the clouds stung his eyes, and the boy could not see the figure of the Oriental man clearly, only to see a dragon covered in iron-colored scale armor rising into the sky. He seemed to hear a low whisper in his ears, and turned his head in confusion, but he didn't see anyone around him. The magic fluctuations in the sky made the boy's blood boil, it was a brilliant power that he had never experienced in his life, the irascible, bloodthirsty, naked killing impulse, and the vast, deep, starry sky of magic breath, combined into an overwhelming force that made people can't help but fall to their knees and worship, which belonged to the emperor, belonged to the conqueror, and belonged to the absolute strength of the highest point in this world. -- A force belonging to the Twelve Lords.

But for some reason, the power of this domination also made the astrologer feel sad, he reached out and touched his cheek, and saw that his blood-stained fingertips were soaked with tears, and the tears were rolling uncontrollably, and the 17-year-old boy wiped away the tears with his sleeve in confusion, and stood in the middle of the earth, looking up at the distant sky.

Sensing the strength of his opponent, the troll "Xingtian" waved his fists into the air, the surface of its body was changing, the black viscous substance was flowing rapidly, and a circle of gray-black steam came out around the body of the "...... Troll", corroding and melting the soil and bricks next to it, and the poison from the soul pain power can corrupt everything in the world, even the hardest steel cannot resist.

"Roar!" The phantom of the divine beast roared in the sky, swooping down from a height of three thousand feet, the hurricane and the evil fire were its companions, and the son of the dragon turned into a fire tornado that penetrated the heavens and the earth! This time the "Xingtian" did not wait for death, the surface of its arms quickly carbonized and hardened, and as the poisonous steam rose, a thick black carapace appeared on the surface of the skin, and the headless troll covered its arms to meet the impact of the gluttony.

The "Boom Boom ......" shock wave swept the devastated earth again, and the ground immediately collapsed, and the huge impact force smashed Xingtian's feet into the ground, and the hurricane roared with black fire. Hundreds of prisoners of war from the Liang Sui Kingdom who were close to the center of the explosion were immediately burned into ashes by evil fire and poisonous smoke, and the screams of countless people resounded throughout the field.

The black cloud rolled up, and Xingtian's figure was revealed, half of its shoulders and one arm were blasted into powder, but the other hand was holding the divine beast gluttony. The ferocious beast struggled frantically, its nostrils spewing out of fire, and the rust-colored scale armor rubbing against the troll's palm made an unpleasant sound. The dead civilians were constantly replenishing the power of Xingtian, countless tentacles emerged from the wounds of the trolls, and the body quickly regenerated, "Crack!" The huge palm was clenched hard, and the gluttonous body of the divine beast was squeezed flat by the huge force, the lightning flashed, and the phantom disappeared into the air, turning into a rusty black sword and falling down. "Boom!" the sword snapped in two in the air and fell into the dust.

However, this was not the true power of the Twelve Lords, and the huge figure of Xingtian suddenly tilted, and it staggered and sat down on the remnant wall of the dragon's back, and the whole earth shook because of it. Simion DragonChang appeared behind the troll and severed its legs deep into the ground with a flick of his hand. By this time, the King of Assassins had completely changed his appearance, his iron armor and runic bandages were gone, revealing a scarred, steely muscle, a scythe appeared in his right hand, it was an extremely broken scythe, the blade was full of gaps, and the blood made the blade dull, and in his left hand, an iron hammer appeared in his left hand, an extremely broken hammer, the body of the hammer was covered in rust, and the countless impacts made the hammer uneven. The burning eyes were expressionless, and the King of Assassins exuded terrifying energy fluctuations, which were extremely pure, absolute energy in the form of strength and speed.

Xingtian swung his right arm and smashed it down, and at the same time, his feet began to regenerate rapidly, and a fist larger than the building roared, and Long Chang swung a hammer into the sky. "Boom!" In the naked power competition, the troll's fist suddenly exploded! A thunderclap sounded in the air, and the fist shattered with a single blow, turning into a black rain that fell.

Countless tentacles suddenly shot out from the broken part of Xingtian's legs, and swept quickly against the ground, Long Chang swung his scythe to the ground, "Whoosh! Whoosh!" This is a competition between speed and speed, the naked eye can't see the traces of the huge scythe cutting through the air, after each cracking sound, a tentacle was cut off and cut into two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four...... It was completely shattered and turned into a place of black water flowing.

Xing Tian suddenly stretched out his newly reborn left hand, grabbed his right arm and smashed it down, that arm turned into a huge black ball in the air, and the ball was densely packed with countless tentacles, covering all directions. "Boom!" the black ball hit the ground, the earth shook violently, and the poisonous vapor rose, but Simion-Long Chang appeared on Xingtian's shoulder at some point and smashed it down. "Bang!" like a black firework bursting, the troll's shoulders were shattered by a heavy hammer, and Xingtian fell to his knees with a limp.

Jonah had never seen a battle like this. With sheer strength, sheer speed, and sheer agility, Jonah believed that no one could defeat the King of Assassins at this time, not even the evil creatures created by the Cursed Lands of Yagu! The boy's feet trembled, every vibration of the ground was a hammer slammed by Long Chang, at this moment he was the master of the sky and the earth, the huge black trolls in his hands were little by little, little by little, the speed of regeneration was far behind the speed of destruction, the scythe of the king of assassins cut off large pieces of black matter, and used the hammer that could shatter everything to powder, and swung the weapon in his hand wildly!

"Let's go, Your Majesty, while we can still escape. We lost this battle. The regent Essapulti said to the little emperor Mo weeping.

"Let the cavalry come back! Hurry up, go quickly!" Mo Wei said to the Huwei general Mo Da with a crying voice.

"No, send the remnants of the 2nd Cavalry Battalion to continue executing prisoners of war. The regent said, "Sacrifice these cavalry and prisoners of war will delay us long enough." The power of the Twelve Lords...... A re-evaluation is required. ”

The traces caused by the collapse of the Tower of Babel Tianxuan many years ago are still there, and Long Chang, who drove the dragon to break the tower and open a door for the family, is now in the ruined Long family mansion, fighting for the impure blood flowing in his body, and his fate is a circle that connects to end.

The hammer struck the ground for the last time, and the entire land had been forged into smooth glass by strength and heat, and Xingtian's flesh had completely dissipated, and the last trace of black matter had been eliminated. "When!" the scythe and hammer fell, and the tired King of Assassins sat down on the ground, trying to open his mouth to say something, but his voice was gone. His silhouette began to gradually diffuse into the air, thousands of blood-colored Manshu Sawa bloomed beside him, and the descendant of the separated family who defended the last dignity of the Long family barely raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a wry smile of relief.

“...... Arsai?" Jonah's eyes widened.