In the ruins of the ruined royal court, the afterglow of dusk is blown away by shadows.

It wasn't so much a battle as Sasriel trapped the Giant King in place, the black curtain seemingly soft, yet unburdened, absorbing all the power that had escaped.

"Fall" is the authority that Sasriel controls, and it is not difficult for him to suppress the crazy Ormir.

Now that Ormir had completely lost his mind, Sasriel's brow furrowed slightly, picking out an arc full of lamentation.

He had foreseen many situations in which the meeting with the "Giant King" would have been discussed, but it was definitely not in such a situation that he saw Ormir struggling and irretrievably slipping into the end.

Even if there was no Sasriel to make a move, as long as it was another day, Ormir's body would completely collapse, and Sasriel just cut the ground into a prison and sped up the process.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, the Giants have also suffered heavy losses.

The outer edge of a black curtain opened its eyes and looked down on the majestic and vast court of giants below, with few survivors in the collapsed buildings, and a direct look at the mythical form of Ormir's out-of-control form was enough for the ordinary giants to lose their lives.

The Court Stalkers, led by the Lightkiller Mirgungan, are working hard to carry out their rescue operations, and most of the Court Stalkers have gone mad and are finally dragged out of the center of chaos by their barely awake teammates.

It's not something they can participate in, it's not because they don't care, it's simply because the longer they stay, the faster they die.

The "God of Dawn" Badhair, holding his greatsword condensed from the light of dusk, held his breath.

Braddell, the "God of Honor", held a similar greatsword and stood opposite Badheil, like a mirror reflecting opposite each other.

Their one-eyed, broad-faced, face-to-face are eight points similar, but their expressions are completely different.

"Badheil, my brother." Bradel lifted the greatsword in his hand, and there was no way to vent the anxiety in his heart.

Badheil kept a straight face and didn't show any emotion: "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

"What about Mother?"

Badheil looked away and looked at the figure trapped in the shadows, because of the multiple barriers between sight and occultism, the swollen and cumbersome body of the Giant King no longer seemed so shocking.

Badhair's voice was also tense, as if he was anxious about the Giant King's condition: "Our mother is still in the Silver Country. ”

But Bradel was not a fool, his one-eyed widened, and the bloodshot of pain and resentment was clearly visible, crawling all over the whites of his eyes: "O my brother! Why don't you bring our mother back!? ”

"Why did you bring your mother back? He wouldn't want to see that. Badheil calmly replied, "Can't you see?" Our father couldn't hold it anymore. ”

"Father is very good, he has always been the best and best king of the giant clan...... not only the voice, Bradhel's hand holding the giant sword also began to tremble, the blood-related brother made him feel strange, and Badhair's attitude made Bradhel's heart uneasy and frantically grow.

"No, He's not good. Look at the once glorious palace, whose blood was sprinkled on the steps, stenched worse than maggot-giving grapes. Badheil whispered, slowly raising his greatsword and pointing at the gate of the royal court that had dragged a path of blood.

Braddle raised the greatsword in his hand, but it was never as steady as Badheil's, and the tip of the sword in his hand trembled back and forth, shaking a tiny halo: "What do you know? You know ......."

Badher's one-eyed turned to the tip of Bradle's sword, and the greatsword in his hand also flipped the angle, aiming at Bradle's neck rather than his face, an offensive and defensive angle: "It's a tragedy, and there's nothing we can do, my pathetic brother." ”

Bradel didn't know whether to trust Badheil or the doubts in his own mind: "Nothing can be done? Isn't it the dragon that escaped—"

Badheil directly interrupted Bradel's words: "Yes, there is nothing we can do, Bradel. ”

Bradel raised his greatsword in both hands and took a half-step forward, looking like he could raise the greatsword, leap and slash at any moment, and the bloodshot in his one-eyed eye became more and more hideous: "What the hell do you know?" Badheil, tell me! I don't believe my father would-"

"As you can see, my father finally failed to resist the madness and allowed his consciousness to go to a dead end." Badheil interrupted Bradel again, not caring what his brother had to say, no matter what Braddle thought.

Olmey's roar froze through the rolling curtain of shadows, causing Bradel and Badheil to freeze as they turned their heads at the same time to see a large expanse of flesh flowing from Olmeer's body, revealing the ribs of the giant's chest.

I don't know if it's because of pain or weakness, but the giant king, who has lost the ability to think, bends his spine uncontrollably, hangs down and bends his legs.

He fell to his knees on the ground, stirring up a turmoil of sword light and shadow within the curtain, but the aftermath of all power was locked in and shrouded in shadows.

"No, father......" Bradel's greatsword lowered slightly, but soon, he looked at his brother again, no longer hiding the hostility and anger that had been aroused, "Why are you looking for him, Him! Why let those aliens who don't belong to the Giants come here! ”

"Then can you stop the runaway father? Or can I stop the mad king? Badheil's eyes grew cold, and his mask seemed to crack, no longer hiding his alienation from his brother.

But they can't be trusted, they're not giants! The ancient sun god who claimed to be a human god may have conspired with the dragons to kill our father! ”

Bradle's roar mingled with Ormir's roar, coming from two different directions, but it seemed to be a question that was pushed on Badher's shoulder.

Badheil just shook the giant sword, and with a "bell" sound, Bradel's trembling tip from beginning to end tilted to the side.

Such a careless and perfunctory act detonated the anger of the young son of the Giant King.

The moment Bradel swung the greatsword, he jumped high, and when the greatsword slashed down like silk, his figure also melted into the twilight, and everything became sluggish as far as the orange light could reach.

Badheil seems indifferent, but he has been deliberately provoking Bradel's temper, and at this time, when he is in the situation he wants, Badheil will not be careless.

Holding the greatsword as well, Badheil raised it up and sideways, and with a low cry, an orange-red storm erupted from Badheil's hand, and denser blades continued to grow on the greatsword, which mercilessly surrounded Badher, as if to slash through the color of dusk.

Dense and crisp collisions rang out one after another, and Braddle quickly turned the giant sword with agility that did not match his body, and opened up a passage that could be one step closer in the storm of blades.

But that's the end of it.

A terrible cry came, and the storm of blades had stopped in an instant, but the greatsword of the "God of Honor" had not stopped slashing, and still slashed diagonally forward, almost landing on Badhair's head.

Then the approaching cyclops let out another scream.

The spiked vines slammed through the ground and slammed down on the greatsword, barely changing the direction of its fall, and Braddle was distracted, not pouring all his strength into the greatsword, but allowing it to deviate from its intended trajectory.

The blade of the sword had not been able to cut off his brother, but it had already severed the friendship between the two, and a line of blood appeared on Badhair's forehead.

"How can you! Why are you doing this!? ”

The female cyclops, screaming hysterically, had appeared beside the two of them, her long dark brown hair was disheveled, her upper body was wearing leather armor, and her long skirt had been torn apart by the sword storm.

"Mother......" Badheil's eyes became tired, he didn't want Omibella to be here, he didn't want his mother to face his father's fall, but he still came.

Braddle watched in horror as the blood dripped from the edge of his greatsword, drop after drop, as if it had not fallen between the rubble, but on his heart.

Why would He raise his sword so easily to his brother?

Badheil let Eumibella wipe the blood from his forehead, and as the giantess's fingers brushed it, the light in the wound melted and healed.

Their gaze no longer fell on each other, but turned to the curtain that was gradually drifting up and condensing into a black figure.

The king's body was still strong, but the dusk itself was failing and coming to an end.

Bradel closed his eyes tightly, and he had a hunch that this would be the beginning of the decline of the giants.

In the corner shrouded in secrecy, at the top of the half-remaining tower, Dariberg stood with Amanis, the "Goddess of the Night".

The corners of Amanis's mouth under the veil were slightly raised.

Dariberg looked at the scene in the field, and his face was heavy: "Is this okay?" ”

"Yes, He's already the 'Goddess of the Harvest,' and will further accommodate the traits we've found earlier."

Darzyberg looked at his right hand, and a phantom of a monocle appeared from his fingertips, and then slowly dissipated: "Although I have studied my own various powers, I have never practiced this kind of 'stealing fate'. ”

Amanisis said something else: "We succeed because we are lucky, aren't we?" At least some people know the truth before they are completely covered up. ”

"The rest, it's up to him and Badheil to clean up the mess, and then leave it to Sasriel to communicate."

"You've always trusted your half."

Darzyberg winked at Amanis, and pretended to be relaxed:

"If I don't even trust myself, I don't dare to give my trust to others...... I am my last trust. (End of chapter)