"You kid, you're still a long way off!" Inside the all-armored knight, Marquis Grantham's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, the sword in his hand slashed at Imre.

War broke out in an instant.

But the battle between the two is only a drop in the ocean in the entire battlefield.

Or should it be said that the live battle is not the pinnacle for the level of the Sanctuary.

In fact, on the land battlefield, there are even more terrifying scenes taking place in the sky.

It was a terrible being called a demigod pouring out its fury in a frenzy.

The indescribable scene in the sky expanded wildly in a jaw-dropping state, and the solidified mind-body world eroded the real world, and finally created two intertwined and chaotic realms suspended in the sky, as if they were continents suspended in the sky.

Such a jaw-dropping scene, even the many legion members below who were full of firepower subconsciously shrank their pupils after seeing it.

In fact, when the realm emerges in this human world in full swing, the realm of terror that is displayed even obscures the sky.

The realm created a floating continent-like wonderscape, so that the battlefield below was directly covered by the huge shadows cast by the realm.

There is no doubt that this is a battle between the top powerhouses in the continent.

Now, under the influence of this battle, the emotions of the soldiers fighting each other below are even more fanatical.

Even the battle between the Marquis of Grantham and Imre was still difficult for ordinary transcendental soldiers to approach, but it was much better than the state of full firepower between demigods and legends.

"It's really grown a lot, my stupid son, it seems that you haven't slacked off for a moment in the past two years!"

The Marquis of Grantham's tone was cold, but the content of his words seemed to be emotional.

Imre gritted his teeth and withstood the stormy attack of the Marquis of Grantham, although he had expected that his father would be much stronger than he thought, but now he was still shocked by his father's strength.

It's too powerful, it's really too powerful.

Far stronger than his peers, compared to the strength of his own strength after participating in the [Federation Star] program, he endured the pain of many experiments in exchange for a further leap in his own strength, he only felt that his father's moves and styles looked like a thousand tempers.

It's like ...... Over the years, he has never given up on improving his strength.

You must know that in his impression, since his father gave up the tradition of the Wuxun family and joined the civil echelon, he has never seen his father's high-intensity cultivation again.

But now......

He became more and more unwilling, and unprecedented pain permeated his heart.

"Why? Why betrayal? You have a stronger talent than me and a brighter future, so why did you choose to abandon the Federation? Why ...... Leave me behind! ”

With Imre's roar, the wave of mana that erupted almost crushed everything.

However, the Marquis of Grantham was silent at this time, and every time the sword in his hand was cut out, it would be accompanied by a sword of magic condensed to the extreme.

"Your mana is loose, your steps are unsteady, there are huge flaws in the output and control of mana, even if you bully and bully the weak, you meet the holy realm that has grown up seriously, and you want to be my enemy even now?"

The Marquis of Grantham sighed and said: "You are really too weak now, although you are still much worse than most of your peers, but now you are not qualified to appear on the battlefield as a coach."

Managers who are too easy to be beheaded by the enemy have no value in existing, so you might as well go back and practice for a few more years. ”

What the Marquis of Grantham said was somewhat hurtful.

But Imre didn't think much about it.

His strength is not as good as that of the Marquis of Grantham, so the only thing he can do is to devote more energy and do everything he can to get closer to the Marquis of Grantham.

So when the Marquis of Grantham was taunting him, not only did he not get more angry, but instead sneered and began to quickly control his own strength under the "battlefield guidance" of the Marquis of Grantham.

I have to say that my father is more suitable as an "instructor".

Although spell swordsman has always been the norm, the way mana is used is completely different from family to family.

The Grantham of the Steel Eagle Family is good at condensing its own mana into the power of steel that cannot be broken, this power is so powerful that it can even easily attack the city, and it belongs to the first-class condensation mana type of method.

Even among the Silver Guards, there aren't many professionals with such abilities.

Although there has never been a shortage of the kind of top geniuses who have attained enlightenment and instantly advanced their mana condensation methods to an extremely terrifying level from zero or low foundation, more often than not, it takes generations of unremitting efforts and trial and error to further improve their mana operation methods.

So for Imre now, the mana operation method exerted by the Marquis of Grantham, and the related use of mana, are like digging for treasure for him.

Where else in the world could there be a more suitable sparring partner than his father, the Marquess of Grantham?

After all, when it comes to using the magic power of the Steel Eagle family, there is no doubt that his father is the strongest.

Merely......

With a slash of blood-red mana, Imre took a step back in pain.

It's too strong, it's really too strong!

The difference in strength between the two was even bigger than he imagined.

Although Imre has been laughing at the Marquis of Grantham as his "teacher", in fact, the Marquis of Grantham has no mercy at all when fighting, and every move is aimed at Imre's death hole, as if he will not stop until he is killed.

Such a brutal battle is really daunting.

To be honest, there have always been members of the Silver Guardian who quietly interfered with his attack route during the fight, so now even Imre, who has gone through the [Federation Star] plan, wants to defeat this guy, it is still a fool's dream.

even said mercilessly that he should have been beaten down a long time ago.

However, even in such circumstances, Imre still held on to a strong faith, and again and again, again and again, stopped the sword that slashed at him.

"This time it's different, father!"

This time, the moment Imre's sword was swung out, the shaking light shimmered with brutal blood.

One sword, two swords, three swords......

As if he didn't care about the injuries on his body, he forcibly exchanged injuries for injuries, and in the midst of the rolling flesh, he instantly penetrated the Marquis of Grantham's defenses.

The Marquis of Grantham took half a step back in pain, and the magic on his body crashed into Imre like a tidal wave, trying to temporarily distance himself from Imre.

But the next moment, in the midst of the bloody wave, Imre crashed out......

"Father's ......"

In a hoarse voice, he shouted as if he had uttered the last word.

A flash of sword light flashed, and the sharp blade instantly pierced through the body of the Marquis of Grantham, and in his stunned gaze, the battered Imre had a miserable smile on his face.

"This is the last time."

In an instant, the red blood covered the father and son.

For a moment, it was impossible to distinguish whether the blood belonged to the Marquis of Grantham or Imre's own.

After completing a revenge, Imre seemed to have lost his strength, and his hands were still tightly grasping the sword in his hand, but he still maintained a forward posture, as if he had lost his energy.

I didn't feel the thrill of revenge.

At this moment, Imre felt only endless emptiness and remorse.

He has always adhered to the tradition of the Grantham family, active in the front line of the battle, and for his father who chose to quit the ranks of martial arts and went to the civil service system, in fact, he didn't say anything, but he also had some thoughts in his heart.

Although the father and son are not incompatible, it is also a lie to say that the three views are compatible.

But why?

When he knew that his father had betrayed, the first thing he felt was not anger, but grievance.

Yes, that day, with the help of his father, Grantham was led to the gates of the city wide open, and he was crucified to the ground by his father and struggled, which was the reason why he was so angry.

Why keep him......

What it really means is, why don't you take me away?

The pain of being abandoned by their father is what makes Imre Grantham so angry.

And now, it's all over.

But he didn't seem to feel happy.

The only thing he could feel was the spreading emptiness, as if someone had dug a hole in his heart, and all the emotions were vented when they rose.

"Don't struggle, let's talk at the end."

Looking at his father, who was still struggling on the ground, the miserable expression on his face could not be concealed at all.

The Marquis of Grantham's body struggled even as Imre's sword pierced it.

His hand was raised and lowered, and after repeating it several times, Imre finally did not hold back, held his hand tightly, and said, "Old man, don't struggle much before you die, go in peace." ”

Just as he said this, he suddenly felt a slow movement in his palm.

If you were a normal person, you might think that it was the Marquis of Grantham who was struggling to the death.

However, Imre is an unquestionably former Silver Guard who has been trained.

As the keen judgment of the Silver Hui Guard, he immediately understood that this was an encrypted authorization.

The person who authorizes is himself.

[Make me the essence of blood, transplant my eyes, and tell the Archon everything you see]

For a moment, Imre's unprecedented absurdity gave Imre an unbelievable look on his face, but fortunately he controlled it well and quickly suppressed it.

Encryption authorization is also understood by a very small number of people in the Silver Guard.

Or should it be said that this thing is not intended for ordinary silver guards to learn, only silver guards with special names will have the opportunity to learn this.

Imre ......

He has always been a child who deserves to be a proud parent.

Whether it was when the Marquis of Grantham was there, or after the betrayal of the Marquis of Grantham.

Imre Grantham, after all, is the next head of the Grantham family, not a stupid fool.

At this moment, all the memories of the past came to chase down.

It's a ruse.

Although I don't know who the executor is, there is no doubt that I am part of the planned execution, but I don't know anything about it all this time?

No, no, no, it's not that you deliberately let yourself know nothing, but because you have to know nothing to be able to fool everyone.

The highest level of lying is to not even be deceived yourself.

Imre, aware of this, looked at the Marquis of Grantham one last time.

At this time, the corners of Marquis Grantham's mouth had been contaminated by the blood that kept falling, and finally, he let out a roar that was almost like a wail, and in the midst of everyone's dumbfounding, the magic power on Imre's body flickered wildly, enveloping the blood in Marquis Grantham's body, and instantly completed the extraction process of bloodline essence in mid-air.

A drop of blood essence that shimmered like a ruby appeared in mid-air.

In this way, Imre took the initiative to break the secret that the cursed swordsman had been sealed in the dust for so many years in the eyes of everyone.

The next moment, another sword light flashed.

The Marquis of Grantham's big head flew high in the air.

At this moment, the fear of death on his face was replaced by a faint smile on his face, as if to say:

"The rest is up to you!"

This is a piece of encrypted information limited to father and son, and Imre, whose mood can no longer be described as painful, looks at the people around him with a beastly gaze.

The dead silence and madness in the overly aggressive eyes made the soldiers of Holy Brinia who tried to come up to mend the sword subconsciously take half a step back, but the next moment they stopped because of their timidity, and pounced on Imre in shame.

It was at this moment that a mouthful of crimson blood essence was swallowed directly into Imre's abdomen, and terrifying mana rose from him again.

A sword light swept by, and I saw that the soldiers who had killed before were instantly cut into two pieces by the waist.

"Imre Grantham, has taken down the rebel, the former Marquis of Grantham, kill!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the scene became even more strange in an instant.

Some looked at Imre with subtle expressions, others lamented with a little emotion, and some didn't think much of it, just as a means of boosting morale.

But there is no doubt that killing the traitor's father with his own hands seems to be forgiven by others, but in fact, in the hearts of everyone, he will only be more unwilling to forgive.

Righteous killing relatives has always been a joke.

In the eyes of many people, people who can do it even with their own father will only be easier to do it for people who are not their relatives.

It was all predestined from the beginning.

From the day the Marquis of Grantham chose to betray, there was no turning back.

For Imre's generation, I am afraid that they will have to bear the infamy of betrayal until they die of old age, and then there will be no room for maneuver.

Even killing the Marquis of Grantham now is the same.

There is no meaning, and it will also bear the sequelae of "righteous annihilation".

But even if that's the case, that's for later.

With Imre's roar, the battle for the city wall money completely entered the white-hot stage.

The wails were endless, and the chilling sound of "killing, killing, killing" seemed to never stop.

From early morning to dusk, until it seemed as if everything was over, the two sides finally ushered in an extremely tragic casualty of casualties.

……

"Withdraw, hurry up!"

The demigod of the crusading crusaders waved their remaining arms and shouted at the crusaders below to retreat.

And the demigods of the Silver Guardians of the Iber Federation sat quietly on the wall, and their eyes did not take their eyes off the demigods of the expeditionary crusaders.

He had a wound on his body that almost cut off his chest.

It was the wound he had just received during his-for-tat confrontation with the demigods of Holy Briña.

On the battlefield below, there were still small silver guards chasing the scattered crusading crusaders, and the expeditionary crusaders who had lost their first hand were almost like scurrying in this state of retreat.

This kind of battle lasted for a long time, until dusk, and finally the tacit understanding between the two sides stopped.

At this time, it took a lot of effort to finally clean up the invaders in the city, and the casualties of the Grantham Knights were not light, and almost everyone at the scene was injured, if it weren't for the tenacious vitality of the professionals themselves, many people might have been too injured to wait for medical support in the first place.

In the darkness, in the Grantham Lord's Mansion, Imre, who was covered in blood, finally completed the cleaning of his body.

His eyes looked at the butler beside him, who nodded at him and said:

"My lord, the doctor who transplanted the double eye has arrived."

"Let him as soon as possible."

"Yes......"

……

When the doctor had successfully completed the eye replacement operation and removed all traces, Imre, whose eyes were still wrapped in gauze, whispered:

"Cut yourself."

With a plop, the dead man who had just helped him with the operation fell to the ground, and even the soul that escaped from his body was directly blocked into a container by the old butler.

The soul of such a dead man is not allowed to ascend, because there are too many secrets that cannot be known to outsiders, although usually the gods are not bored enough to want to know about every believer who enters their kingdom, but what if?

Imre would never gamble on that.

Although he was a little sorry, he would not choose to let him go until he sealed the souls of the dead soldiers on the mission, and until there was some information that no longer needed to be hidden.

As the mana on his body continued to be consumed, even after being anesthetized, the wound that still had a faint sense of pain began to heal quickly.

It didn't take long for the wounds to revert to a condition where the bandages could be removed.

This is the recovery ability of the powerhouse of the Holy Domain, unless he has received very fatal damage, a recovery effect like this is just the result of a large consumption of mana for him.

After noticing that the pain in his body had disappeared, Imre hesitated for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes.

It was at this moment, as if something had been activated, as if he saw a flickering flame flickering in his eyes.

The flame looked so charming and charming, as if you just looked at it, you couldn't help but look at it a second time, a third time, until you were completely immersed in it.

In a trance, he seemed to see a beautiful world covered by clouds.

Everything there is indescribably beautiful, as if they were born to be the embodiment of beauty.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that the "common sense" that invisibly revealed to his mind was telling him that this was the legendary kingdom of God, and everything that lived here was all "darling" blessed by the gods.

"It's beautiful!"

He couldn't help but say this.

His body seemed to be attracted, and soon his vision drifted into the distance, and it didn't take long for him to see an incomparably beautiful woman leaning sideways as if taking a break in this beautiful place.

"Like the undead, the people of God who have been blessed by the gods?"

Imre whispered.

The woman seemed to be the embodiment of all good things, and just looking at her lying there on her side gave one a sense of ...... The feeling of being deprived of his gaze and being inflamed by lust.

Obviously with his back to him, Imre couldn't help but want to go up and take a look.

Just as he had floated a few steps forward, he heard the woman with her beautiful back whispering:

"It's strange, I can't find it, it's not you, it's not you!"

The voice was obviously a murmur, and if it was on the bedside, I was afraid it would still be a stimulant that made people's tails stiff.

But for some reason, Imre only felt a smell of madness when he heard that voice.

The woman lay on her side in the garden as if she hadn't noticed his presence.

A beautiful bird with a graceful trajectory from the sky finally rested on the arms of the beauties who raised their hands.

"I can't find it, it's not you ......"

Imre heard her say this, and this time his words were a little more gloomy, and even a little whimper in his voice.

"It's not you! Not you! Why are you all gone? ”

She screamed as if she were screaming, and the beautiful creature that rested on her white arm seemed to be twisted in an instant.

Its body quickly became bloated and fat, from a small one to a twisted piece of flesh the size of a basketball that fell to the ground and splattered with a large amount of blood.

It was at this time that the second beautiful creature arrived.

It looked like a well-behaved fawn, gently rubbing the woman sitting on the bench.

"It's not you, it's not you, you're not the one I want."

The strange and awkward voice sounded again.

"I can't find it, why is it missing? I said that I wouldn't leave me! ”

"Come back, come back, where are you going, let me look at you again, just one more! Just one glance! Don't leave me! ”

"Come out quickly~ Come out quickly~ Don't hide it, okay, I miss you so much...... I miss you so much! ”

"Is it okay for you to come back, this time I will definitely manage everything well, woo woo woo ~ so ~ so ~ "

In those bursts of words, sometimes soft, sometimes crazy, there was a strange sense of ferocity and evil in the words, and the strange voice made Imre's hairs stand on end, and the eerie smell that seemed to penetrate into the bones made people shudder.

"Ah~ my children, my lovely children, are you coming to see me?"

The woman on the bench seemed to react, and her body seemed to move slightly with some difficulty

She rolled over, her graceful body slowly turning in Imre's direction.

At this moment, Imre only felt his brain tremble.

What a beautiful and twisted body it is!

The delicate face looked like a symbol of all the good creatures in the world, and the hair that looked so beautiful that for some reason was a withered yellow at the tip.

Half of her face had a loving smile like a virgin, and the other half of her face was tormented by the police.

What's even more terrifying is that such a beautiful woman, there is no trace of flesh and blood attached to her chest and abdomen, and her bloody ribs are exposed, and the wriggling organs inside look like they are about to drive people crazy, and they are slowly squirming there.

This is the god of love and fickleness, Severya.

The highly condensed presence of the gods made her just glance at Imre, and Imre naturally knew her identity.

He felt like his thoughts were about to stop.

It is hard to imagine what it would take to experience the strength and rank of the god of love and fickleness to make himself such a miserable state.

This is God!

It's a god that no one has been able to actually kill in all these years!

The gods are far more powerful than ordinary people, let alone kill them, even after the gods descend, there are not many beings who can kill the gods.

And this is a simple calculation of the gods who descended using the body of the Chosen One.

As for the nature of the gods......

You ask all over the continent about this thing, and no one can see it while they are alive.

Mainstream research believes that it is not that the gods do not want to return to the Shenhua Continent, but because the gods are really too strong and strong, so strong that the light that it comes in the form of the main body, it may cause irreversible damage to the continent.

Therefore, they were rejected by Mother World, and transformed one subspace after another into the abode of their own kingdom of God, and never appeared on the continent again.

is such a powerful existence, but at this moment it is so twisted and hideous, obviously I can feel the ultimate charm and love from him, but I have a strong dislike for her.

"It's okay, it's okay, just give me a little more time, just give me a little more time...... Soon everyone will come back to me! ”

With a seductive and long voice, the god of love and fickleness slowly stretched out his hand to Imre as if he wanted to embrace him.

The moment the slender white green jade hand was about to touch Imre, Imre stepped back in horror.

Looking at the voice that wantonly exuded feminine curves and wanted to lean on Imre and exhale, I was terrified for a while.

When did he, realizing that something was wrong with the god of love and fickleness, still take the initiative to approach this god when he was unconscious?

Obviously he was just passing by, but at that moment he seemed to feel the bright eyes of the god of love and fickleness, and felt her soft call.

Imre, who had managed to struggle out, paused for a moment at this moment.

But the next second, as if he was confused, he walked forward again.

"Come, come to me, don't leave me, and don't forget me."

So says the god of love and fickleness.

The strong and pitiful taste revealed in those words made him instinctively unable to refuse.

Her body leaned forward slightly, as if she was about to fall, and Imre was horrified to find that his body seemed to be completely disobedient to his command, and subconsciously walked towards her.

As if he was finally able to hold Imre into his arms, the god of love and mercurity gripped him tighter.

The white veil on her head slipped off, exposing her beautiful face that surpassed ordinary people, and the tranquility and noble temperament in her eyes made you feel a sense of southwest when you looked at her.

"Finally...... I was finally able to find you again. ”

She had a cry of joy on her face that didn't seem to be fake, and the moment she hugged Imre, the expression on her face instantly turned into a strange and hideous evil smile, as if she was mocking something.

In an instant, a bright light flickered in Imre's eyes.

The unprecedented light almost stung Imre's eyes, and at that moment, Imre, who had been in a state of confinement, instantly woke up.

"The rest of the road is up to you...... Children, keep in mind that the blood of our families and the will to pass on the inheritance, which we have condensed from generation to generation, are the only means by which we can deal with them. ”

"Father......" Imre subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to take a step in the direction of the translucent silver eagle suspended in mid-air, but the next moment, his feet seemed to be pulled by something, and he instantly fell into deep space.

At the same time, the voice of the Marquis of Grantham sounded softly: "The rest of the matter will be left to you, Your Majesty ......"

The brilliance of the steel eagle decayed and dimmed at this moment, and finally disappeared as if it had never appeared in this world.

"Don't ...... Don't go! ”

At the moment Imre disappeared, the god of love and mercurity let out a cry of sorrow and staggered off the bench, and the cheeks of the pity I saw were covered with tears.

She stretched out her hand, intending to pull the child back to herself, she was a god after all, and she had the power to do it.

The light of the steel eagle, which was only ember, flickered one last time, trying to stop the god of love and fickleness, but in the next moment, this power completely dissipated.

No one can stop God!

The god of love and mercurity stretched out her hand in the direction of the void, as if to hold everything in her hands, but the next moment, her other hand suddenly reached out, and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was about to do it.

She covered her mouth with her hands with a painful face, suppressing the phrase "don't leave me".

……

"Ahh

Imre opened his eyes suddenly, and let out a roar that was almost mournful, and he felt as if his head was about to explode, and he rolled on the ground in pain, and the sound soon ushered in the housekeepers of the Grantham family.

The chief butler at the head stepped forward directly, intending to check the current physical condition of the head of the Imre family.

The next moment, the essence of the blood of the Marquis of Grantham, who was swallowed by him, was suddenly spurted out by him.

I saw that the essence of blood turned into a fluttering and flying steel eagle in midair, and then in the next moment, the steel eagle lost its wings and turned into scarlet blood and fell.

In the loud voice, there was an extra cloud of crimson blood on the ground, and before it could be digested and absorbed, this blood essence that gathered the strength of the Marquis of Grantham became a waste product.

"Head of the house, head of the house! Are you alright? ”

Imre, who was weak, shook his hand, a pained expression on his face.

"Get out ......"

"The head of the house, but you!"

"I'll let you out!"

Imre shouted angrily.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally had no choice but to listen to Imre's words and exit the room.

It was only then that Imre raised his head to look inside.

In the study inside, his blurred eyes finally saw the motto of the Grantham family hanging in the study—

You are an eagle that will not fall, flying freely in the sky of the motherland.

"Dad......"

Imre had blood oozing from his eye socket after the eye replacement surgery, mixed with tears sliding down: "I know, I'll finish the last task." ”

……

[Location: Inside the study of the Lord's House of Lancaster, Commonwealth of Ebell, Principality of England, and Principality of Ireland]

Kyle seemed to remember something, and pulled a piece of paper out of the drawer.

Two years have passed by this time.

Two years ago, before her death, her sister and former sword saint Olivia, finally whispered in Kyle's ear the names of the four gods who had almost destroyed the generation of celestial pride of the Iber Federation through the way of divine descent in the dungeon.

Thinking of this, Kyle's eyes deepened again.

"The god of ice and snow."

"The God of Life."

"The god of death."

"And ...... The god of love and fickleness, Severya? ”

Kyle's eyes have become much deeper, and there are suppressed emotions in his eyes that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

"Very happy, Sister Olivia, I'm a person who values my promises very much, and if I can, I will do everything I can to fulfill my promises......

For example, some of the miscellaneous people involved in this matter are all blown into the dust of history, after all, I'm Kyle J. D. Heroise is a very cautious fellow! ”

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly received a message from the communication crystal located by the royal court.

He glanced at it, and found that it was actually a Bartlet monarch who had not been in contact for a while, and after clicking on the communication, he saw Butlet's serious expression, subconsciously frowned, and even straightened his waist a lot, and said softly:

"Lord Bartlett, what's going on in the middle of the night to contact me suddenly?"

"Kyle, the real battle at the top is about to break out."

"Huh?" Kyle was instantly refreshed: "Tell me what's going on?" ”

"Pope Mesfield has begun to march in the direction of the northern wasteland with the top troops prepared by the five Orthodox God churches."

Kyle's pupils shrank, and he said in a cold voice, "The five major churches? ”

"The gods of dawn, life, death, ice and snow, and love and fickleness, more than half of the nine Orthodox God churches have chosen to stand on the side of Maysfield, and the old traditions of the Earth Mother God Church are completely overwhelmed."

Kyle took a deep breath, the expression on his face didn't change much, and he just sighed in a low voice, "Finally, this moment, has it finally arrived?" ”

After saying that, Kyle's eyes looked at Monarch Bartlett and said, "Is there anything you need my help with over there?" ”

Monarch Bartlett nodded and said heavily, "There are indeed some things that need help from your side. ”

"Say, if you can do something good, I'll try to help everyone."

"Due to the different mission districts, the people gathered within Holy Brinia will not gather in one place, they will directly divide into several routes, and each will lead his own team to the front-line battlefield.

The other churches are also counted, and the most troublesome Pope Maysfield and his Church of the God of Love and Fickleness and the Church of the Lord of Dawn are all handed over to the open and archons.

Now a group of us needed to carry out a precision strike on the top personnel of the three remaining churches. ”

Kyle muttered, "How accurate?" ”

"Be as precise as you want, and be sure to ensure that after a round of strikes, you can successfully beat this group of reinforcements to the point that there is no way to participate in the next competition."

"That is to say......"

"Well, Kyle, it's best to be mentally prepared, this time there may be a situation where the gods and gods will come, and I will take the floating city with me."

When Kyle heard this, his face showed surprise: "The Federation has already built a floating city here?" ”

Seeing Kyle's look of surprise, Monarch Bartlett had a smug expression on his face and said, "Of course, you can build it yourself, why do you think that if we gather the power of the whole Federation, there is no way to catch up?" ”

Hearing Monarch Bartlett's words, Kyle couldn't help but smile and said:

"That's fine, depending on what you mean, it doesn't seem like you're going to make me the first floating city to be exposed?"

"Of course, your floating city is more special, and it still has a mission to complete."

… The following are not billed...

Once a day, I want you

Collections, recommended tickets, monthly passes, automatic subscriptions! I want them all!

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Street Diary:

【Gift Diary】

The author's friend A Kun gave me a sound that looks very good.,The portable Bluetooth speaker with gradient color and appearance is really good-looking.。

Round, thick, one hand can only barely grasp, when I grasp the pink color I look at, so ......

Phew, what a weird adjective.

All in all, this is an ordinary macho pink stereo, you don't think too much about it, especially a certain stupid Ah Ying.

(Comment: Don't say, the sound quality of this speaker is not bad!) ）

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