The monstrous flames were generated from the center of the magic array, where Bellamy was, and then continued to spread in a spiral posture to all around, within the scope of the magic array, the fire elements that were constantly gathered seemed to have no sign of exhaustion, and a large number of fire elements were driven by soul power and storms, and finally surged into a terrifying wave of flames like a tsunami, and the breath of destruction seemed to burn the entire night......

The figure of the admiral is like a small ant in the firelight all over the sky, and the monstrous waves around him seem to be able to easily devour him and annihilate him, but it is such an insignificant figure, but it is extremely strong and struggling in the hot waves, the black long knife in his hand is sharp and swift in the endless flames cut out one after another fleeting gaps, and then his figure wrapped in black robes rushed into the short gaps like lightning, flying in the middle of the surging waves, shaking and elongating into a blurred light and shadow in the rolling heat waves and steaming smoke。

"What a terrible enemy!"

The admiral's heart was secretly surprised, although his sharp slash could easily carve a way out of the overwhelming wave of flames, but in such a high concentration of soul power and scorching waves, his physical strength and soul power were rapidly consumed, and in this magic array, it seemed that the fire element would be continuously attracted and would never be exhausted, and the ferocious flame wave would never stop, and what was worse was that Bellamy, who was still in the center of the magic array a moment ago, had lost his trace in the overwhelming wave of flames at this time......

The roar that filled the heavens and the earth continued to grow, like an angry beast, mad and violent to vent its endless rage. The deafening sound was filled with large and intricate fluctuations of soul power, entangled with each other, making it difficult to discern Bellamy's exact location.

The admiral coughed violently, the black robe on his body had already been burned and tattered, the movement of wielding the black knife became much slower, and the movements under his feet slowed down without any suspense, and even failed to completely avoid the surging waves on several occasions, leaving several scorched black burn marks on his body, his face looked embarrassed and tired under the reflection of the firelight, but he still held the blade in his hand, and continued to split the oncoming waves of fire without discouragement, his keen nerves were tense like strings, vigilant against any threat lurking in the monstrous waves around him......

This battle is definitely the toughest battle the Admiral has ever fought since he was born!

The first rays of the morning sun had already broken over the mirror-clear sea level and sprinkled on the snow-white plains, but the violence and bloodshed under the hideous night had not yet had time to completely dissipate......

In fact, Bellamy was also shocked at this moment, his gloomy face was already covered with fine beads of sweat, but these beads of sweat that had just ooped out were evaporated and disappeared in an instant, and the flames that burned the heavens and the earth were reflected in the pair of dazzling pupils like black gems in his narrow eyes, and behind the layers of flames was the unyielding figure of the admiral, [Burst of Flames] Although you can continuously absorb the fire element in the vast heaven and earth to quickly increase your attack power, this ancient and mysterious power is not as simple as imagined......

So the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes for Bellamy......

He must find out the flaws of the admiral as soon as possible and deliver a fatal blow!

In front of Gilgaya is a wide and deep corridor, the floor is made of high-grade nan wood, which looks old, but there is not the slightest slack or crack, and one wall of the corridor is covered with warm and fine wallpaper, and at intervals hangs a delicate fresco, between which are decorated with openwork candlesticks, and the faint candle flame beats slightly, driving away the darkness and cold from the window of the other wall.

A middle-aged man who looked like a guard turned from the end of the hallway, his delicate knight's dagger hanging from his waist, the silver scabbard carved with intricate patterns, and the sound of his footsteps hitting the wooden floor The sound was tired and depressed, and through the glass windows on the side of the corridor, he could easily see the spectacular scene of the sea of fire in the distance, and even the fiery red light illuminated the guard's side face red, but he did not notice anything strange in the distance, and still walked towards the front in a drowsy and mechanical manner.

However, when the cold blade was against his throat, he still instinctively came back to his senses, shivered coldly, his hand was still subconsciously touching the hilt of the knight's short sword, but the trembling arm seemed to be unable to pull it up, his throat seemed to be choked by the invisible death, making a hoarse and muffled sound, but he couldn't hear what he was saying, it seemed that the cold and fear that hit him instantly made him unable to breathe freely for a while, the face full of tiredness turned pale in an instant, and the small godless eyes trembled slightly in the eye sockets。

"Where did you hide the Duke?" Gilgaia's voice came through the black iron mask, with a cold and cold aura, "Take me over!"

"Duke...... Lord Duke, he ...... He had ......" The guard's utter horror made his words very influential, and after a long time of intermittent speech, he still did not hear what Gilgias wanted to know, and he slowly moved the blade inward in two, and the sharp edge easily cut through the guard's bearded throat.

"I know he's dead, take me to the place of his body!" Gilgaya whispered into the guard's ear as she leaned her black iron mask close to the guard's face.

The cold and sharp touch couldn't help but make the guard tremble, and the feeling of blood flowing out of his body made him tremble unconsciously, he just nodded vigorously, but he couldn't say anything.

"Let's go!" Gilgaya pushed the guard impatiently.

This luxurious palace seemed to be extremely lonely, perhaps because of the conflict with the [Slayer], even the soldiers guarding the palace were removed, and Gilgaya walked around for a long time under the guidance of the soldiers without encountering a second person. They finally stopped in front of a large red wooden door with stunning paintings of angels with white wings descending from the sky, armed with a variety of sharp weapons, and aimed at the demons on the ground struggling in flames......

"That's it...... This is it...... ...... duke," the guard said intermittently, "the remains of Lord Duke...... The remains are inside. ”

Gilgaya nodded, slapping the soldier to the ground with a palm of his hand, and then slowly pushed open the heavy and delicate wooden door in front of him......

A cold breath came to my face......