The silent night is like a viscous mist wrapping the harsh and cold war fortress tightly, the winter-like chill spreads out from the thick night, invading every corner of the city, and there is a faint dazzling red light in the distant sky, like a meteor that pierces the night sky, but what entangles this meteor is an extremely cold and murderous aura, and the fiery red tail feathers leave a burning mark on the sky wall, as if to tear apart the silent night.

The figure of the admiral is like a fluctuating black mist, the figure is strangely shuttled in the water flow all over the sky, the whirlpool tumbling water flow rolled up a deafening terrifying howl, echoing between heaven and earth, slowly transforming into a hideous and fierce dragon shape, biting this ghostly figure, but although the dragon turned into a water flow is fierce and furious, but the speed has never been able to reach the erratic general, all the attacks can only helplessly fall on the place where the admiral's afterimage dissipates, one after another the water element exploded on the post station square, the ground was invaded and potholed, but it never hurt the admiral in the slightest, and even the long knife tied to the admiral's waist was not unsheathed。

"Is this the strength of the [Cangliu Blade]? It's really disappointing, I'm afraid that the battle from seven years ago hasn't eased up yet, Jamie Diaras!?" Tashura silently looked at Jiami's thin back, feeling a little helpless and sad in her heart, "It seems that the [Cangliu Blade] is already a broken [Archangel Blade]. ”

Jamie tightened his face, pressed his teeth, and the soul power in his whole body skyrocketed again, urging as much water elemental as possible to use for him, so as to block the black shadow that was getting closer and closer in front of him, but as the soul power in his body expanded more and more violently, the pain he endured also increased exponentially, and the sharp pain of the thousands of blades cutting his body made his whole body soaked with cold sweat.

However, he didn't care about the pain that frantically pounded through his nerve endings, and his bloodshot eyes were full of demonic hatred and anger, and even though his body was on the verge of its limit, his will still struggled stubbornly, burning his life wantonly.

"Hand over the murderer! Hand over Gilgaia! I'm going to ask him! I'm going to ask him......" A roar greater than the dragon formed by the water struck the dead night, like the roar of a soul, "Why??"

The galloping black shadow swept past the last raging water dragon, his slightly leaning figure only stayed in the air for about a tenth of a second, and then turned into a series of afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between reality and reality again, and the high-speed moving figure easily cut through the air, like a streamer that broke through the air, and approached Jamie, a sonorous sound sounded from the streamer, piercing the night sky, the long knife seemed to have been unsheathed, the cold breath was accompanied by a cold silver light, and the figure of the admiral was transformed from the twisted and fluctuating air.

When Jamie realized that this sharp slash was coming, but the violent consumption of soul power and the severe pain all over his body greatly slowed down his reaction speed, and when his body instinctively tried to dodge, his dilated pupils already clearly showed the ghostly figure of the admiral.

"Gilgaya is not a murderer!" the admiral's cold voice came into his ears, and at the same time, the blade slashed through the air with an arc of silver light, silently tearing through the air, and finally stopped in front of Jamie's throat, the long knife with a pitch-black body, buzzing and trembling, and the mirror-like blade reflected Jamie's ashamed face, "You lost! Jamie Dieas! We have no intention of being enemies with you, and the truth you want is also the truth we are also looking for, but I need some time, one day is enough!"

"The truth?" Jamie sneered suddenly, his pale and tired face still unyielding stubbornness and deep contempt, "Do you want to tell me that there is a second person in the world who has mastered the magic of Gilgaia's ancestors?

"I can't answer your question right now, but I will definitely give you and [Angel] a satisfactory answer at this time tomorrow......" The Admiral suddenly put his sword into his sheath, and the hostility gradually dissipated in his fierce eyes, "I hope you don't harass my ......' 'family' before that!"

"Family?" Tarsura's voice sounded faintly as the Admiral was about to turn away, full of provocation and disdain, "Death also has a family?

"Does that seem like you know a little too much?" the Admiral's cold eyes shot at Talsula like an arrow.

"No, no, no, I just wanted to tell you that you misunderstood...... "Tashura walked forward slowly, not afraid of the general's gaze, "You think you won today's victory by defeating Jamie?"

"Are you trying to use your army of 200,000 and my [Slayer] to kill each other?" the murderous aura in the Admiral's eyes condensed again, and the icy air began to swirl around him.

"Don't bother, the next blade is already here!" a grim smile appeared on Tarsura's old face, "This one is much sharper than the previous one......"

"What?" the admiral suddenly turned to look at the sky in the distance, his face changed suddenly, "That's?"

In the dark night, a huge burning fireball lit up the entire sky, and the fiery red light cut a long tongue of fire in the sky, heading straight for Neptune. With a scorching breath, the scorching dust rolled up the furious sand and fell from the sky, and finally fell on the wretched land of the post square.

The shock wave from the violent explosion and the tumbling scorching air flow tore the earth apart in a staggered way, and the white ground and walls easily shattered, and the scorching air flow was violent and suffocating, and countless cracks cracked in the ground and stretched outward wantonly, and faint tongues of fire swallowed out of the cracks......

A figure faintly emerged from behind the flames and fog, he maintained a half-crouching position, surrounded by raging flames, as if the meteorite that had fallen a moment earlier was him, he stood up slowly, the flames around him gradually dimmed as he got up, but the flames scattered on the ground around him were not extinguished, still swaying and burning in the cold night wind, like a chaotic bonfire to disperse the cold darkness around him.

It was a tall, burly man, dressed in a loose red robe, his chest exposed in the air was strong muscles that rose and fell with his breath, his bronzed skin shimmered in the flames with a bewitching and mysterious color, full of lust and seduction, and at the same time, the surging power emanated from his sturdy body, inadvertently condensed an uneasy and aggressive aura.

Like the god of war who has gradually awakened from his slumber, his every move, the sleeping power is gradually awakening.

His eyes were lowered, his thick, long eyelashes covered his blue eyes as deep as the sea, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his thin lips outlined a seductive arc, like a smile, like a mockery, with an unstoppable coldness like a blade.

"You're the Duke's killer?" the man raised his eyes slightly, locking his sharp gaze on the Admiral's body.

"No, for now, he's just trying to shield the killer, but ......" Tshura apprehensively tried to explain the situation to the man, but it was clear that the man didn't accept his kindness.

"I didn't ask you, did I?" the man interrupted Tarshura indifferently, his words were full of disdain, his eyes were still firmly locked on the admiral's body, and he walked slowly towards the admiral, his unusually strong and burly body exuding a shuddering aura, "Don't you answer?

"Who are you?" the admiral slowly raised his long knife and pointed at the robed man who was walking step by step, and the soul power around his body was agitated again, and the cold air flow swept up around the admiral along the exploding soul power, like a hurricane rolling on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm the [Flame Blade] of the [Angel] Legion......" The man stopped in front of the tip of the Admiral's sword, and his thick and rough voice carried a murderous aura, "Bellamy Wall!"

"Flame ...... Blade?" the Admiral muttered in a low voice.

"That's right, I'm the [Flame Blade]!" Bellamy slowly raised his hand and firmly grasped the admiral's long knife, and asked coldly, "Ask again, are you the murderer of the Duke?"