A black aura filled the entire palace, and the gems that had been set in the walls became dull, and the hanging lamps collided with each other and made a crisp jingle of bells.

Cold Night pinched Greer's neck fiercely, he was powerless, he had almost no ability to resist, and his hands hung down to his sides. Only from the faint breath can be judged that he still has a glimmer of life.

"Hmph~ What's the matter?, is it so vulnerable" Leng Ye's face was terrified, and he smiled evilly.

"I despise this kind of person who bullies the weak the most, especially you magic clan," said Leng Ye with a contemptuous look, revealing two vampire-like fangs.

As he spoke, he poured the dark aura of his whole body into the palm of his hand, and was about to deal a fatal blow to Greel.

"Stop!" said an old and powerful voice overhead, none other than Mouyce.

With the direction of the sound, Cold Night raised his head, and the Great Magician Muyce was floating ten meters above him. It was still the black cloak, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Leng Ye, and his body naturally exuded a white magic aura. The incompatible breaths repel each other, forming a black and white dividing line in the air.

"Who are you?" said Leng Ye, pulling back the excess red hair on his forehead.

The eroded cold night has almost completely forgotten the past, to be precise, he is now a demon in the flesh, so naturally he doesn't know who the old man in front of him is.

Muyce, as the lord of a city, knew all this, so he didn't dwell on these frivolous things, and in his opinion, the most important thing at the moment was how to rescue the poor Greel. You must know that cultivating an excellent magister requires not only a lot of material and financial resources, but also one's own awareness of magic. Whoever can reach the Magister must also be a magical genius. Naturally, Muyce didn't want to give up on every Magus easily.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is how much you dare to go wild with me!" Mouyce said defiantly in a threatening tone.

He knew that now the strength of the other party was on par with his own, and he might have a slight advantage, and if he provoked the power of depravity, it would definitely have serious consequences, but in order to attract attention, Mouyce had no choice.

"You... What are you going to say, you old immortal!" Cold Night's bloody eyes burst bloodshot as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and shouted angrily.

This did achieve Mouyce's goal, and the bloody cold night was aroused, as if his head was congested, and he threw Dreyer out of his hand.

Under the huge inertia, Dreyer was slammed against the wall, and with a dull snort, the wall instantly kicked up dust, and pieces of broken bricks and tiles fell down to cover his body. Although this blow caused Dreyer to be very traumatized, it was insignificant to save his life.

With Dreyer's throw-out, Mouyce's heart was relieved. He is about to face an even tougher problem. How the hell is this monster in front of you?

Because the castle was well insulated, the battle in front didn't attract Kidd's attention, but Dreyer's movement was really big, although there was nothing on the outside, but the huge dull sound did make Kidd a little worried, and his first thought was the cold night. With all sorts of suspicions, Kidd ran to the castle.

But when he got to the door, no matter how much Kidd slapped the door frame, no one responded. He pressed his ear to the door and listened quietly. Faint words reached his ears.

"Dead old man, why are you fighting with me. ”

"With my trust in magic! with faith in the highest glory!" Mouyce roared.

This is clearly the voice of the cold night, but it is different from him usually, it sounds so sharp and has such a strong murderous aura. How could he speak in such a tone to Mouyce, with his strength, isn't that looking for death? Wait! Kidd's heart raised in his throat. The constant speculation pushed him to lift his powerful right foot and kick it hard.

The "Tong" door was kicked open by Kidd.

The picture inside made his tall body shocked, the black smoke miasma was filled with dust, the air smelled of blood, and he only saw two lights constantly impacting in the air, making a loud impact sound, because the speed was too fast, he didn't know what it was. In the distance, the walls were dented by the massive impact, and the bricks and tiles were scattered on the ground, and only the exposed arms and the corners of the blue cloak could be seen. Although he didn't know who was pressing underneath, he grew up in Guangming City and clearly knew the meaning of the blue cloak. But how could a powerful magister be so unbearable. With a cry of pain, a white line slammed straight into the ground, shattering the hard ruby glass into fine sand under a massive magical shockwave. The dust kicked up made it impossible for Kidd to see what he saw.

"Hahaha, let you see who is the real powerhouse," Leng Ye sneered.

"You're a lot better than that stinky boy, but you're still a little bit worse than me. Leng Ye patted the dust on his shoulder, waved his wings, and said a little proudly.

"You... You—" With a pop, Muyce spat out a mouthful of blood.

Under the shabby cloak, Mouyce revealed his true face, his bony body looked thin and lean, the veins on his arms were clearly visible, and his messy white hair ran down his back.

After the floating dust settled, Kidd saw all this clearly, he couldn't believe his eyes at all, this fallen angel-like boy in front of him, since it was a cold night.

"Cold... Cold night. Kidd asked tentatively.

At this moment, the cold night saw Kidd's presence, and his blood-red eyes exuded irresistible fear.

"Another one to die," Leng Ye said lightly.

"He's not a cold night!" shouted Mouyce, in a hoarse voice.

Leng Ye looked impatient, and activated his magic to make a move at Muyce, who quickly activated the magic in his body and caught this move hard. Fortunately, with the protection of the magic shield, Mouyce is fine. I just felt some pain in my body.

"He's a cold night, he can't be wrong, he is!" in Kidd's eyes. Leng Ye has always been a simple and kind teenager, and he has always treated him like a brother.

"It's me, I'm Kidd" Kidd tried to wake up the cold night in the demon's body, and walked towards the cold night step by step.

"Don't be naïve, child, with his own consciousness, he can't get out of this demon. Muyce said from the side.

Kidd slowly approached the cold night and continued, "No matter what you are, I believe in you, because in my heart, you are my own brother. ”

Leng Ye's face was hideous, his hair changed from time to time, and he slapped his head back and forth with his hand, which seemed to be very painful. He had been trying to break free.

"So many people have bullied you, what kind of care do you have for them. ”

"No! you're going to be yourself. ”

"No one will like you if you are weak. ”

"Be yourself, there are still so many people who love you. ”

All kinds of different words appeared in Cold Night's mind, and the wings behind Cold Night also loomed. The painful cold night crouched on the ground, hammering his body hard.

"Good brother, be yourself," Kidd said earnestly when he saw this.

"Ahh Howl to the sky. In the end, he was unable to resist the demonic power.

"Fallen Popping Beads!" Leng Ye looked at Kidd in front of him coldly, chanting powerful magic in his mouth, only to see a black bubble magic ball appear in his palm, and instantly swung towards Kidd.

"Be careful!" Mouyce exclaimed. A dodge stood in front of Kidd.

In order to successfully protect Kidd, he must move quickly, and Mouyce did not have much time to release the magic shield, and he helped Kidd catch the blow deeply. The moment it hit his body, it was as painful as if his meridians were broken, and the retreating Mouyce crashed into Kidd, and the two flew out together. How could the thin Mouyce withstand such a blow, without the protection of magic, he was as fragile as an ordinary person, and continuous blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. Although Kidd is young and strong, if it weren't for Mouyce, he would have been beaten to death as an ordinary person.

Kidd only had some skin injuries, and it was fine, he looked at Muyce who was lying to the side, his expression was dull, his eyes were slowly moistened, and he was completely speechless from pain.

"Ahem... Ahem—" Mouyce coughed up two mouthfuls of blood again.

Grabbing Kidd with his thin hands, he said with blank eyes, "Son, go quickly." ”

"No, I'm not leaving, how can we, the people of the City of Light, survive without you. Kidd said with a choked voice.

"Silly boys, you are the hope of the light. As he spoke, Muyse coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"Please, don't leave us, please!" Kidd burst into tears as the room fell silent.