The moment he saw the prime minister's head landing, General Lucas felt a sensation of soreness and weakness all over his body.

The motivation to support him to hold Moretti desperately and never let go no matter what attack he was. His shoulders were completely crushed, and only a trace of flesh was left in his arms and left shoulder. The fragments of the bones were scattered with the blood on the ground, and some were stuck in the limbs. The blood was like a spring of living water. Although it was not big, it flowed out steadily and continuously.

While the strength was dissipating, the severe pain also occupied his mind again. Lucas collapsed on the ground and moaned softly.

"Damn it!" Lucas said weakly: "Fortunately I met Brother Valentine, otherwise my arm would have been ruined."

"Having the strength to talk nonsense means that the injury is not that serious." Although Faroya was still unforgivable, he still showed a look of concern in his eyes. He walked to the wall next to him, pressed Father Valentine's chest and said, "Relax, man. If you tighten your body, it will be more difficult to draw the sword, and you will be hurt again."

Valentine nodded weakly.

Faroa pulled out a sharp blade from Valentine's ribs, bandaged Valentine's wounds with ease, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, hurry up and clean up that dead dog." He pointed to Lucas lying in the pool of blood.

"Do you, my god." Lucas said weakly.

The cold laughter rang without warning, and Valentine and Lucas were both startled - this was the voice of the prime minister!

They were in amazement and searching for the source of the sound.

General Faroya's expression remained unchanged and walked to the front of Moretti's chopped head. After the head was cut off, it rolled down on the ground several times, but the crown on the head was firmly fixed without any sign of falling off.

Moretti's head was with a smirk.

Faroya raised his foot and stepped on it hard.

A stream of blood was still emitting a stream of blood under the head and rushed out of the foot, looking like a water ball that was trampled on. Faroya's rude move was effective, and his sinister smile was cut off. The result was immediate.

Faroia bent down, grabbed the crown and lifted Moretti's head up.

"I know you are not dead, so there is no need to show your presence like this." Faroya glared at Moretti's head: "Do you think you can scare me like this? Don't think about it. Not all people in the Kingdom of Rahta do not know the origin of you. I know you very well. I know you better than you. Moretti is just a mortal, your heart is crushed and not dead. I knew at that time that Moretti's spiritual sense had probably been occupied by you; now, be quiet, let Father Valentine heal the dead dog first. Then I will deal with you, how about it?"

Faroya's guess was very accurate. After the head was cut off, Moretti's last wisp of spiritual consciousness also disappeared with the fall of his body, and the evil spirits had occupied his broken body.

"You actually dare-"

Faroya was unpretentious, holding the crown, using Moretti's head as a boxing lob, and then hit an uppercut that could score 10 points.

"You--"

A left hook that can score 10 points.

"I will never-"

Faroia hung the crown and his head on the throne together - which made Moretti's head look more like a boxing lob - and then made a very beautiful set of punches.

"Rude mortal!" the evil spirit screamed, "I don't feel any pain!"

"But that can calm you down." Faroya clenched her fists, "The warm-up is over. The game begins."

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When Father Valentine's healing spells were completely controlled by Marshal Lucas' injury three times in a row, the two of them saw that a good head had been beaten into a pig's head by Faroya. In addition, because Faroya's healing spell had completed casting, General Faroya, who did not need the evil spirit to keep quiet, stopped.

The evil spirit finally got the opportunity to speak.

"You despicable, humble human!" The evil spirit screamed angrily: "No matter how humiliated you, you can't kill me. I want you to know how powerful I am! I want you to make life worse than death!"

"It's so noisy!" Faroya began a new round of combined punches.

Faroya vented all the depression and annoyance in his heart during these days. In the end, even though the evil spirit stopped talking, he was pressed to the ground and punched and kicked: Moretti's head was beyond recognition - except that the crown was still spotless - if he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't be able to see such a mess of things that would be a person's head.

Valentine sighed and said worriedly: "Faruya... Although this guy is arrogant and hateful, what he said makes sense. We can only control him temporarily, but there is no way to destroy him. One day he will still run out and will cause trouble for all directions. If you disturb his good things, if he wants to plan to revenge you, will this kingdom never have peace?"

Faroya laughed.

"Don't worry, Valentine," Faroya said, "I have a way to deal with this disgusting thing."

Father Valentine was very surprised.

"What are you going to do?" Valentine asked.

Such a powerful evil spirit, even as a believer of the Holy Light, would be difficult to hurt even if he did not have the means of oracle. He remembered that General Faroya was a warrior who didn't know any magic. Although he had unexpectedly understood the laws of souls, Father Valentine only thought it was the information he had been looking for in the two days after Faroya disappeared. He really didn't believe it if Faroya had any good solutions to this.

Even the evil spirit sneered at this, but it did not show it.

He is just a false spirit body. If he cannot tempt the host and control the host, he will not be threatened by himself. The evil spirit is in a period of weakness, and it is unwise to offend Falua. Although he cannot feel pain, it feels bad to be slapped in the face. This evil spirit is no different from that of humans. Why should he ask for trouble even though he knows that he may be beaten?

After a series of battles, Faroya was also very tired at the moment. He leaned against the seat of the throne and stretched.

"It's so sad that you can't trust me so much." Faroya smiled: "I said before I came that there is a way. If you don't believe me, why come here with me?"

Father Valentine was stunned for a moment.

"I'm just here to do what I have to do." The priest lowered his head: "No matter whether you can deal with this evil spirit, I have to come here. This is my mission."

"It's really boring to talk to someone like you." General Faroya curled his lips: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, I'll tell you what will happen next."

General Faroya took off Moretti's head hanging from the throne, and bounced the crown, making a clanging sound.

"The evil spirit has transferred its original power into the crown." Faroya said: "Now, I just need to take down this crown-"

He tried to do this, but failed, and the crown was firmly pressed against Moretti's head and refused to come down.

"No matter how much you make trouble, you can't change your destiny." Faroa looked at the evil spirit indifferently: "In this world, everything happens is destined. If something happens, it will definitely happen; if something doesn't happen, no matter what you do, it will not happen. Evil spirit, your destruction is what is destined to happen."

Faroya no longer paid attention to the struggle of the evil spirits and skillfully followed Moretti's skull and shaved off the entire scalp at the head of the old prime minister.

Naturally, the scalp is connected to the crown.

"It's like now." Faroya said coldly to the evil spirit: "No matter how hard you struggle, it ended up falling into my hands."

Under Valentine and Lucas's horror, Faroa tore off the bloody scalp and pressed the crown on his head.

The evil spirit let out a shocking scream, and the scream was like thunder. It sounded loudly in everyone's heart.

The evil spirit struggled desperately and howled. A row of sharp silver thorns and cold golden cones grew on the gorgeous and exquisite crown. Faroya didn't say a word. He just gritted his teeth and pressed the crown tightly on his head, allowing the sharp thorns to cut him.

On the place covered by the crown, countless wounds were cut out, and blood flowed down one after another. Soon Faroya's face was covered with blood, looking hideous and terrifying.

Yang Hai and others were stunned when they looked at the crown.

This time they entered the final mission item of the dungeon, Crown of Thorns, turned out to be like this.

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"What's going on!" Father Valentine took the lead in reacting, and he shouted.

"I'm forcing the evil spirit to possess me." Faroya's face was covered in blood, but his eyes were extremely clear. His tone was sometimes strong and sometimes weak exposed his physical feelings - the pain like the heart-eating of thousands of ants.

"Are you crazy?" Lucas' injury was suppressed just now, and he was shocked when he heard this: "Stop."

"This crown is the sustenance that the evil spirit depends on after its entity." Faroya said calmly: "Whoever touches it will be possessed. Just by its tiny Taoist practice, it is not enough to tempt me. This is the best choice."

"But do you have to sacrifice yourself!" Lucas shouted angrily.

"This is the best way, Lucas." Faroa smiled faintly, "soon, it's all over. Valentine, if you want to remember my words, you must remember."

The priest sighed and said sadly: "Tell me, my friend."

"Seal me, the kind of seal that has been sleeping for a long time." Faroya looked at Valentine and said seriously: "It has merged into my soul. When I was sealed, its power was lost. It cannot leave, cannot do evil, and can only be sealed with me. I will cooperate with you to seal it. I hope... you can always guard me, continuously fill the seal, and suppress this evil guy forever in a place where there is no light."

Valentine was silent.

"I know, I know this is unfair to you," Faroya looked earnest: "You are not a Rakhta. If you promise me, it means you will be guarding me for the rest of your life. I am not qualified to ask you to do so. But-"

"I promise you." Father Valentine lowered his eyelids: "You made a greater sacrifice, don't be sorry for me."

"But I am a Rakhta." Faroya sat on the throne with satisfaction and closed his eyes: "I don't know if the result has been changed. But... I have done everything I can, and it seems that this land has been redeemed, right? So, don't be sad for me, guys."

Valentine remained silent.

Lucas burst into tears.

The breeze blew into the hall, and the smell of blood and fresh air mixed with the smell of astringent nose. Lucas's tears were spinning in his eyes.

He was about to lose his best friend and he could do nothing about it.

We completed an epic war.

However, however.

Is our kingdom, this beautiful land, really worth protecting by a good person who sacrifices his own life?

Lucas had such a question for the first time.

Behind him, Father Valentine had taken out the sacred scriptures and placed them on Faroa's chest, singing a hymn...

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And in places they could not see, in the cold and wet corners of the Prime Minister's Mansion, some things were happening quietly.

The alchemists who were raised by Moreti were now following Moreti's orders to destroy the "elixir of immortality" they developed.

They chose to pour the potion into the river and follow the river into the endless magnificent sea.

What they didn't know was that before the river flowed into the sea, it turned nine times and eighteen times among the mountains and ridges of the Western Continent, turned to the stream under the cliff, into the clear spring beside the forest... into the well of the Royal City of Lahta.

Whether you want it or not, the result is destined.
Chapter completed!