"Do you mean let me hold it?"

Isha followed Ronan's hand-in-hand instructions, holding a slender handle with her own hands, and gently stroked it, a slight burning sensation came from the palm of her hand.

"It's a warm feeling."

A comfortable smile appeared on Isa's face.

And with her will, a large number of brilliant purple rays converged towards the scepter in her hand.

Ronan held her while holding the scepter with one hand.

He could feel the massive amount of royal spirituality surging towards him.

Like a huge tsunami that obscures the heavens and has no end in sight, roaring in the spiritual realm, submerging where he and Isha are.

As the true master of the kingdom of God, Isha is theoretically capable of ruling over the spirituality of the entire kingdom of God.

Although the Black Dead are now self-reliant and trying to rebel; The royal family was in a miserable spiritual situation and was unable to form an army.

But compared to the pitiful spirituality in Ronan's hands, the royal spirituality remaining near the palace is still a huge number beyond imagination.

And now, when Isha has called, they have begun to converge here to see their master.

"Well done."

Ronan rubbed Isa's head with his forehead in encouragement, causing her to smile shyly.

The movement brought about by the massive gathering of royal spirits was too great to attract the attention of all the beings in the Divine Realm.

Countless black mud was stirred up and washed over the ruins of the royal city.

And the demon gods outside the palace reacted the most violently.

Sensing the danger, his hundreds of arms spread out completely, grabbing at the vast expanse of black mud and monsters around him.

Toss them into your mouth, chew and devour them, and build up your strength.

Then his arms worked hard in unison, turning into countless fist shadows, continuously beating the purple light curtain.

Due to Ronan's instructions, the surrounding royal spirits were drained, resulting in the purple light curtain being unable to replenish the source in time, and the time became precarious.

However, Ronan was prepared for this, and with Isha's help, he raised the scepter in the air.

"Heavenly Kingship, Domination!"

With the blessing of the royal spirit, the scepter bloomed with a dazzling purple light, and the details of the lines on it were not revealed.

Then the space behind Ronan filled the space with ripples of water.

Countless weapons of different shapes began to emerge from the ripples, four of which were the most unique in shape, and the spiritual fluctuations they emitted far exceeded those of other weapons.

As the royal coat of arms suggests, the power of heavenly kingship lies not in destruction, but in domination.

Therefore, the real power of the scepter in Ronan's hand lies in summoning the subordinate forces under its control.

"Duke Sango's Primordial Torch, Duke Lionheart's Spear of the Angry Lion, Duke Gold's Scythe of Justice, and Duke Xuebao's Sage Tower, why are there two missing?"

Ronan was a little puzzled after counting.

The emperor ruled the Seven Kingdoms, why didn't the Emerald Sea Laurel of the Elven Kingdom and the Earthly Heavenly Kingdom of the Holy Land appear?

Forget about the church, people have their own gods, and faith is not shared by the royal family.

But what does your elven kingdom mean?

Feelings, you don't take the royal family into account at all, and you really don't have any respect at all.

Ronan didn't know much about this self-enclosed ancient alien country, and after a few teases, he stopped paying attention.

He lowered his scepter, then reached out and grabbed the crimson spear behind him.

Among the four dukes, the power of Duke Angry Lion symbolizes absolute violence and extreme destruction, which is exactly what Ronan needs at this moment.

His arms tensed, and he held the Lionheart Spear firmly.

Red flames erupted from the parts of contact, burning Ronan's skin.

This is the Duke of Fury's dissatisfaction with the royal family, and his heart has already given birth to a heart of arrogance.

Fortunately, at this moment, Ronan can still control this power.

Lifted by purple light, he led Isha from the palace to the sky of the kingdom of God.

Aiming the tip of the spear at the location of the demon god, Ronan took a deep breath, manipulated his own spirituality, and threw the Lionheart spear down from the clouds.

A red meteor tore through the sky, leaving a dazzling comet tail in the kingdom of God, and finally bombarded the location of the demon god.

Like thousands of suns shining, it was like the fiery shock wave of a nuclear explosion erupting from the core.

The extreme center of more than 500 meters was burned out by the extreme flames, and only a huge hole remained in the ground.

The spread shock wave swept through the ruins of the royal capital in a short period of time, setting off monstrous dust and tornadoes.

Wait until the dust settles and everything calms down.

Ronan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the royal city, which was almost flat under his feet.

It's so powerful, it deserves to be the strongest of the empire, if it weren't for the fact that the concentration of magic power in reality is too low, resulting in the upper limit of the level being stuck.

He was really worried that the duke would be able to give the real Triumph City such a visit.

And after the surface of the Kingdom of God was completely plowed over, a large number of defeated Black Dead spirits began to overflow.

In the end, it was swallowed up by the only surviving palace at Ronan's feet and transformed into a royal spirit.

"Don't forget my share." Ronan reminded of the spiritual origin of the kingdom of God.

After waiting for a while, almost 10,000 pure spirits were delivered to him.

"You can really deduct this, you share me with tens of millions of spirituality?"

In the face of his questioning, the spiritual source began to pretend to be dead, devouring the black death spirit by itself.

Ronan didn't continue to say anything about this, after all, the other party is just a self-protection mechanism of the kingdom of God, and there is no real will.

If you can solve the demon god by yourself, it all depends on Isha's power, so it's good to be able to give him these.

What's more, the master of the kingdom of God is in his hands now, and it is not a matter of his mind to knead and pinch it in the future.

I don't care about you for the time being.

Ronan descended from the sky and returned to the palace.

"Mr. Good, has the matter been settled?" During Ronan's operation, Isha stayed quietly in his arms.

Waiting until she felt calm down before reaching out her palm and stroking Ronan's cheek.

Ronan nodded, then shook his head.

He has currently solved the Black Death Spirituality on the surface of the Kingdom of God, but the real trouble is the Black Death Spiritual Origin that lurks in the depths.

As long as there is a steady stream of hatred and resentment in reality, it won't be long before the demon god can be revived again.

In reality, the rumors against Isha's daughter of calamity are the root cause of the disease.

"You mean the trouble hasn't been eradicated, have you?" The clever Isha understood what he meant, and a smile appeared on her face.

"I'm already feeling more comfortable than before, and I'm really grateful to Mr. Kind."

She rubbed Ronan's forehead, her tender little hands massaging him.

At this time, the purple light of the palace shone brightly, and the buildings of the royal city, which had been razed to the ground, began to reorganize.

"Time flies, I'm going to wake up." Isha sensed the change and explained to Ronan.

Ronan nodded in response, and before he could continue, he was forcefully pushed out by the repulsion of the kingdom of God.

When he left, Isa, who was seated on the throne, cupped her cheek in her hand and remained silent.

She thought back to the reality and wondered if Mr. Good would come next time.

Isha began to look forward to the night.

After all, she didn't have a few days left.