I've seen the Lady of Arabel!"

In the midst of the splendid palace, Amyas saluted the noble drow elves in front of him.

"How's your injury doing, Mirela?" asked Arabel, staring at the drow elf with a somewhat pale face, in a flat tone.

"I've gotten a lot better, and I believe it won't take long to recover. ”

Hearing Arabel's inquiry, Amyas replied with a look of gratitude.

At this moment, Amyas was quietly looking at Arabel, and the magic emitted by the other party's body was stable, and it seemed that he had not absorbed the fragments of Godhead.

Hearing that Mirella didn't have much of a problem, she couldn't help but nod.

"This time I fought against Laird and Vozan two old things, I need to rest for a while, you go down and arrange!"

Amias's eyes flickered when he heard this, it seemed that the other party had consumed a lot of energy, and it would definitely take a period of recuperation to recover at their level.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The other party will definitely try to absorb the Godhead fragments she has obtained during this time.

Excellent!

Secretly rejoicing.

"Don't worry, the big housewife, I won't let people disturb you. Amyas swore and said, "My subordinates will arrange it." ”

"Go ahead!"

One hand rested slightly on his forehead, and the other waved, signaling that Amyas could step back.

Leaving the palace respectfully, his originally flattering expression became gloomy.

Returning to Mirella's work, a large group of powerful Chain Demons had gathered around him:

"Your time has come! ”

"Yes!" the chain demons saluted slightly, and disappeared into the dark streets of Horn City.

Soon Amyas was informed, and Arabel asked her to watch over her resting place herself.

A secluded courtyard surrounded by thousands of elite drow elven warriors.

The dense patrol soldiers, under the instruction of Amyas, began to keep these centaurs apart, replacing them with their own cronies and chain demons.

Poof!

The chain demon's sharp blade pierced into the body of the drow elf warrior on the side, and the serious injuries and the toxins tempered on the weapon would instantly solve the lives of this group of master elves.

"What do you want to do with Mirela?"

Another of Arabel's cronies pointed at Amyas with an ugly face at the moment: "Once the Great Mistress knows, do you know the consequences?"

"The consequences ......!"

Amyas sneered lightly, twisted his thin waist and flashed, and his small palm had already blasted into the cronie's head, instantly bursting into a cloud of blood mist.

Slowly retracting his palm, he took out a delicate handkerchief and wiped the blood from his hand.

"The entire palace has been cut off by us, and it is difficult for anyone to detect the situation inside in a short time, we don't have much time, and we need to fight quickly. ”

Arrborough reminded at this moment.

"Hmm!"

Amyas nodded, and went with Arborough to the courtyard where Arabel lived.

The environment is extraordinarily quiet, looking far away.

Arabel clutched a few fragments of Godhead in his hands, as if caught in some kind of tug, trying to comprehend the power of the law within.

As one of the most powerful legendary chain demons in the film industry, Amyas quietly approached with his skills.

A faint cyclone of energy enveloped Arabel's house, and any disturbance would be easily detected by it.

【Static Isolation Circle】

Spell fluctuations form a special isolation circle on the periphery of the area where Arabel lives.

So that Arabel, who was once absorbing the power of the law, couldn't notice it for a while.

After doing all this, Amyas mobilized even more terrifying shadow power, and the magic power that had just been restored was rushing out at this moment.

A huge vortex of energy appeared in the sky.

The drow elves in the city stared blankly at the energy vortex in the sky, and some powerful drow elves continued to rush to the area where Arabel was.

"Don't even think about it!"

Aberle looked at the Drow elf masters who kept pouring over, and the strength of the legendary realm all exploded.

Together with the chain demons of the transcendent realm, they resist the drow elf masters who are constantly coming over.

"Do you people want to rebel?"

The forces close to Arabel couldn't help but shout at Arrborough.

"All to death!"

Arrbrough smiled, and the power of his whole body burst out, and the powerful strength of the legendary level suddenly stunned the drow elves.

"Mirela has rebelled!"

In an instant, the screams echoed throughout the Blood Grace City, allowing countless people to hear the current situation clearly.

It's another round of power change!

All the drow elves guessed in their hearts, and they all rushed home, for fear that standing outside would be affected.

The struggle for power has become commonplace, and as a drow elf has become numb, everyone can face all this without waves.

Even with the frantic howls of the enemy, there were very few people who actually responded to their siege of Amias, which was quite a bit of a concern for themselves.

Fierce battles continued, and huge armies continued to pour in to this side, trying to wipe out the rebels once and for all.

At this time, Amyas's spell had been completed, and terrifying energy fluctuations were constantly rolling in the clouds in the sky.

A jet-black pillar of energy descended from the sky and struck unmistakably into the room where Arabel was.

Poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Arabel appeared in front of everyone in a flash, staring at everything in front of him with deep eyes.

Especially when he saw Amyas, his eyes became extremely cold.

"I trusted you so much, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was you who betrayed me. ”

Arabel coughed up blood as he accused Amyas, his anger overflowing.

"Hand over the fragment of Godhead in your hand, and I may be able to give you a good death. ”

A cold and unforgiving voice came from the mouth of Amyas.

Looking around, the angry Arabel gradually came to his senses, and all the people around him had been replaced.

Suddenly put her in a situation of isolation and helplessness.

The illusory afterimage flickered.

Suddenly, the battle between the two legendary powerhouses broke out in an instant, and after being attacked by Alabel, his own strength was obviously weaker than Amyas.

The cold daggers poked out between each other, hitting each other's chests with unmistakable accuracy.

The poison-hardened dagger twisted slightly, causing Arabel great pain.

Poof!

The dagger completely slashed through the throat of the other party, and with a stunned and dazed look, the legendary Arabel slowly lay in a pool of blood.

In the darkness, several sharp shadow thorns suddenly appeared, beating Arabel into a sieve.

After some effort, Amyas broke open the other man's palm and found three fragments in it.

"That's you!"

The thunderous seizure of power is for this, and now everything has been obtained!

Changing into a gorgeous robe, Amyas put the crown on his head: "Stop!"

Suddenly, the chaotic battle situation was contained.

At this moment, all the drow elves looked at Amiath.