"What to do, what to do?" said Althea, anxiously moving around the platform, her eyes full of confusion.

"So, heroes always come out at the bottom of their lives," Allegri smiled inexplicably and patted her on the shoulder, "Be happy, my Highness." ”

Ignoring Althea's puzzled gaze, Allegrihuran turned away.

Unfolded the old and worn scroll in his hand.

"Step aside," he said, standing in the center of the magic circle spread out on the ground, dripping blood in the center of the scroll, waving his hand, "stop that pesky 'young lady'." ”

Dios and Illo stood at the edge of the platform, watching as Silves led a small group of hunters as they approached, their swords unsheathed and their arrows unsheathed.

A long, low chant came from behind him, and the scorching breath of the flames faintly came.

"Heavenly Thunder Hell!" On the other side, the great magician Haji, who insisted on chanting under the suppression of the "Bright Order Domain", finished casting his spell and shouted, "The king retreats!"

The Thunder King and Leohard took a few steps back, gasping heavily.

It was the strongest spell Haji could cast, and a range of tens of meters enveloped the archbishop and most of the priests.

Purple and white bucket-thick lightning pythons roared and slashed down, and the priest who was hit immediately fell to the ground in charred black.

"Disperse quickly!" The archbishop naturally would not be afraid of this level of attack, lightning could not even break his protective holy light, but in the face of such a range of spells, he had no effective means of defense, so he could only put on the "holy light shield" on the seriously injured priests one by one.

If Elendil, who is good at defense, is still around, his "Holy Light Dome" can make this spell particle useless.

This is the power of mages, their chanting spells can summon a force for a period of time and burst out in an instant, even enough to make up for the small gap in rank.

"Leohhard, can you save Nacini?" Given a brief respite, the Thunder King asked in a low voice.

Leohard shook his head helplessly.

"Then you can go by yourself," the Thunder King held his shoulders and said urgently, "If you are alone, they will not stop you, go quickly, my strength is about to fade." ”

"Maybe there's some hope," Leohard said, looking around, his eyes suddenly lit up, "then...... That looks like Finn?"

"It's really him...... What is this guy doing!" The Thunder King was a little angry, but there was also a hint of hope in his expression.

It was none other than Finn, the Earth Splitter, who was coming with a small group of Praetorian Guards, and for some reason, the troops of the nearby Church of Light did not make any resistance.

"Gather the Praetorian Guard!" shouted the Thunder King.

As you can see, Finn nodded.

"What are you doing?" said Leohard, smiling.

The two soon got closer.

"What did you say?" Leohard saw Finn muttering under his breath and leaned over, and Finn bent down from his horse.

He didn't notice that Finn's eyes had turned from dark brown to jasper.

It's like Innedir's eyes.

It was at that moment that a terrible sword light suddenly flashed, and the long sword in Finn's hand slashed down.

Leohard, the Skystriker, died at the hands of Fein the Earthbreaker.

His head flew high, his eyes dazed and incredulous, and his strong body slowly collapsed in front of Finn's horse. In front of the three legends and many high-ranking professionals, he can get out of the way, but the best friend has let him lift all his guard.

The Thunder King erupted into a miserable roar.

"Janissaries, Commander Finn, firmly support Prince Jonas on the throne," Finn ordered in a somewhat mechanical voice, "All the Praetorian Guard, assist the Hunters in killing the Strangers." ”

The remnants of the Praetorian Guard stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

The Thunder King's bloodshot gaze stared at Finn for a moment, then quickly turned to Jonas.

Next to him, Innedil sat on the ground, his eyes closed, smiling slightly. In his hands, the "Holy Spirit Eye" radiated a faint and seductive light.

"Well, good son," he murmured, "I will help you fulfill that vow before I die." ”

The feeling of flames behind him grew stronger, but Dios felt a sense of comfort.

Illo's long arrow, with its whirling and piercing energy, had already taken the lives of three hunters as Silves approached.

On the narrow staircase, Dios was holding a sword and shield.

"Miss Silves, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much. Dioshar laughed, and the sword in his hand burned with black-red flames.

Silves' short knife poked out from his sleeve, his face cold.

"Let me melt you, Miss Frost!" Dios stepped forward and slashed down with his sword.

During this period of stability, gradually integrating his previous martial arts into the present, his strength has improved greatly. And I don't know what kind of stimulation Lu Dao received, he became a little crazy today.

Just a little fighting, Silves couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart. The guy he tricked and bruised all over his body a few months ago is now holding him down.

Can a high-level warrior actually suppress himself who has been successfully promoted to a high-ranking professional?

Dios's strength is still at a high-level level, but the combination of swordsmanship and square shield is becoming more and more proficient. When the sword is swung, you can always find your own space, threatening your safety. That's far beyond the insight of a high-ranking warrior.

The other hunters were overwhelmed by Illo's sharp archery. Silves could only launch an attack anxiously, but reluctantly retreated to the spot under Dios's tenacious defence.

On the platform, the indescribable searing fluctuations became more and more intense, like an angry fire dragon breathing.

The Thunder King swept the long sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and took another step.

The Grand Inquisitor led his subordinates to attack continuously, and the Thunder King just swung his sword to block those powerful attacks that could be fatal, allowing ordinary attacks to add wounds to his body.

His eyes were locked on Jonas.

Step by step, nothing seemed to stop him from approaching.

The Grand Inquisitor looked feebly at the Thunder King's steadfast steps, and let out a low sigh, the chains in his hands bound to his ankles.

The Thunder King swung his sword and slashed a hunter to death, only to find the Grand Inquisitor clutching the slender chains. Gray-black silk was wrapping around his calves.

"Anarysta, you still dare to stop me?" the Thunder King glanced at her and sneered.

Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, known as the "Spider Queen", Anarysta. Looking at her figure now, you will find that it is not thin, but slender.

Under the questioning and gaze of the Thunder King, she fell silent.

The Thunder King and Jonas were so close that she could only do in vain.

"Then I'll see how the Thunder King killed his own son. She sneered, the chains retracted into her wide sleeves, and waved her men back down, leaving an open space.

As soon as the Thunder King stretched out his hand, he pulled Jonas, who did not dare to make any resistance, and the sword was across his neck.

Jonas sighed appointatively and hung his head.

The Thunder King stared at the son, and with his blood-stained hands, he took the scroll of silk edict from his bosom and threw it on him.

"Idiot. He scolded, mustering up his best strength, pulling up Jonas's long black hair, trembling and shaving it off with the long sword of the god of war.

Nacini looks a lot like himself when he was younger, but the blonde hair is inherited from his mother.

Jonas's black hair is exactly the same as his younger self. The Thunder King did not kill Jonas, but only the father's punishment of his son who had made a mistake.

He casually threw away the loose strands of hair and sat down slowly, holding his body with his long sword not to fall.

The faint spark of life of this king slowly extinguished.

On the platform in the distance, there was a fire rising into the sky. (Double watch, Ha Luha, is the cover of this book really two?)

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