No's large, dark room appeared in front of Gilgia, the whistling wind blew in through the open side window, echoing in the silence of the room, through the faint light of the fire through the window, he could vaguely see that the few decorations and furniture in this room had been overturned to the ground, and it seemed that the whole room had just experienced a fierce struggle, and in the center of a large bed, the hanging curtain was blown by the wind, and a figure lying on the bed behind the curtain was faintly discerning.

Gilgaia's heart tightened, and he walked quickly to the bed, he carefully looked at the handsome man who was no longer breathing on the bed, his whole delicate face was still condensed with fear and resentment, a shocking wound on his throat could still see faint blood foam, and there was also a large mass of blood stains on his chest that had not completely dried up, dyeing the white sheets under him a scarlet, obviously this was a corpse that had just died, although Gilgaya did not know the duke, but there was no doubt that this person was the duke. Gilgia slowly raised his hand, and was about to examine the wound on the Duke's body when a crisp bell rang in the air.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Brother Gilgaya!" accompanied by the sound of the bell was the sweet and soft voice of a young girl, as if silk was rubbing and gliding over her ears, as if she had heard it somewhere, and such a tone had a hint of familiarity in the depths of memory.

"Who?" Gilgaya raised his head alarmedly, and looked around the large, empty room, and finally his gaze fell on an old desk near the windowsill, and the figure of the girl sat lazily in front of the desk, and by the faint morning light of the sky, he could see that she was wearing a thin and close-fitting white dress, her bare skin was soft and fair, smooth and delicate, and faintly revealed a lustrous luster, and several silver metal rings were tied to the wrist of her left hand and the ankle of her right foot, on each ring was a delicate bell, and in her hand she held a somewhat tattered cloth bear doll。

The wind blew through the window and the girl's long hair and gauze skirt naturally, and her graceful figure between a girl and a mature woman loomed, and she was so thinly dressed in such a cold far north that she seemed completely unable to withstand the cold, but the reddened cheeks in her smile seemed to be completely unconcerned about the cold cold. Her eyes were large and bright, her black eyelashes thick and long, and the amber pupils were placed deep in the eyelashes like precious jewels, and they shone with a touching light, a soft and seductive light that did not match her young face at all.

"How's it going?" isn't the wound on his body familiar, and isn't it close to the cut caused by the short knife in your hand?" the girl raised her hand to cover her soft lips like cherry blossoms, and her smiling eyes were as gentle as melting moonlight.

"Is it you, did you kill him?" Gilgaya suddenly came to his senses, he looked coldly at the weak and moving girl in front of him, but he couldn't help but feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet, as if hiding under that delicate skin was an evil soul full of bloody killing, "Who are you?"

"Well, it can be said that I killed him....." The girl's smile suddenly disappeared on her face, as if she suddenly thought of something, she frowned seriously, and then shook her head helplessly, and continued, "No, no, it should be you who killed him! Because that's your weapon, as well as your moves, and even your soul power is yours, so it's you Gilgaya who killed him, and killed the supreme commander of the [Angel] Legion, Duke Tron Ceslia!"

"My weapons, my moves, even my soul power?" Gilgaya repeated the girl's words in confusion, the vigilance in her eyes deepened and deepened, "I really don't understand what you're talking about?"

"Don't you understand?, then I might as well show you a demonstration......" The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, and the smile on her face again made Gilgaya feel extremely cold, "How does Gilgaia, codenamed 4, hunt enemies?!"

"What do you say......"

Before Gilgaya could finish his words, he suddenly felt a huge murderous aura rushing towards his face, and at the same time, the girl sitting at the desk suddenly disappeared, yes, "disappeared" trace, although she disappeared quickly, but Gilgaya still clearly captured the whole process of the girl's disappearance, the space around her began to tremble gradually, and the air flow violently rolled into a transparent vortex, making everything around her, including the girl, become distorted and weird, when the vortex tended to calm down, the girl's figure had completely lost its trace, along with her imperceptible soul power, as if it had been sucked into the transparent vortex a moment ago.

"It can't be, you...... Who the hell is it?" Gilgaia's eyes trembled violently under the mask, and his voice turned into a blur of splinters in great fear.

"Surprised?" the girl's short laughter rang in Gilgaia's ears, her innocent voice was full of childlike naughtiness and joy, but her smiling eyes reflected a sharp blade, the edge of which was pressed tightly against Gilgaia's throat, "Isn't this your usual trick......?

"You...... How is it possible that you also know how to manipulate this wind elemental?"

Gilgaya still couldn't believe the scene a moment ago, [Stealth Technique] It is their family's unique interpretation of the wind element magic, using high-density air currents to refract light, distort reality, and achieve the magic of hiding their own body, which is not only something that can be done by being able to control the wind element, but also the affinity of the wind element, the control of the wind element, their own soul power, and the insight into the surrounding things are extremely demanding, and the most important thing is that you must continue to practice diligently from a young age according to the cultivation experience passed down from generation to generation in the family, so that there is a very low probability of successBefore Gilgaia, there had been a gap of nearly four or five hundred years in their family for the [Stealth Technique] that had been passed down from generation to generation.

"Why am I able to perform your family's secret arts?" the girl slowly approached the black iron mask worn by Gilgaia, her tone still full of softness, "Why? It's just a few people, but I, an outsider, can do it so easily, even compared to the rare genius in your family, you...... I'm scared!"

"You...... Who the hell are you?" Gilgaia's low, hoarse voice came through the black iron mask, a ghostly sigh.

"Learn from other people's abilities...... That's where my talent lies!" said the girl faintly.

Bellamy's eyes were red, and he continued to maintain the [Burst of Flame] It has gradually caused trauma to his body, he swallowed the blood gushing out of his throat, slowly spread his hands, the flames all over the sky actually seemed to be sucked by a black hole, and quickly condensed towards Bellamy's open palm, those waves of flames that were like a tsunami raging and tumbling on the ice and snow field in the early morning, in an instant, condensed into a huge fire tornado, from different directions, different angles swept towards Bellamy's in a horizontal attitude, when the fire tornado was about to touch Bellamy, the huge and deep fire element was constantly suppressed and contracted, and finally a large number of elements were extremely condensed into a dazzling golden lightBellamy, shrouded in this light, stood proudly in the wind like a god's mansion between heaven and earth.

The overwhelming waves of flames condensed into several rolling fire tornadoes in an instant, and flew towards the admiral's back, the admiral turned to look behind him in surprise, and the figure shone brightly under the dazzling golden light, but there was a cold and serene smile in the proud figure of the god's mansion, the admiral couldn't help but take a step back, an indescribable sense of crisis hit his heart, his black and red face under the influence of the wave of flames solidified a solemnity that he had never seen before, his left hand subconsciously stretched to his waist, and pressed on another long knife that had not yet been unsheathed。

"The Legion Commander of the [Slayer] is indeed worthy of his reputation, it is remarkable to be able to struggle in my [Flame Burst] for so long, you are the strongest person I have ever seen other than Tron Cesslia......" Bellamy's bright voice came from the dazzling light, and it sounded unusually calm, "It's a pity...... You're my Bellamy's enemy again...... I'll use my last formula to break it off with you!"

"Do you have to continue?" The shock on the Admiral's face had gradually subsided, replaced by an imperceptible sadness and serenity, and he slowly drew another long black knife, unsheathed both knives, and stood resolutely opposite Bellamy.

"There's no way back, are we?" Bellamy's surroundings had all been condensed, and as if he had exhausted all his strength, he struggled to slowly close his hands together, and the two golden rays suddenly burst out again with more intense and dazzling light, as if the falling stars made it impossible for anyone to look at them directly.

Although both Admiral and Bellamy were at the end of their rope, it was a surprise coincidence that no one put on a posture of lingering or retreating, but instead burned with even higher fighting spirit, gambling everything they cherished for the sake of each other's different beliefs and persistence......

"God's Death: Burst of Flame!"

"Black Knife Ninth Style, Heaven and Earth Cross Slash Ghost!"