Finally, Fang Zhu looked at Duke Perrit's hunched body, which was like a white-headed and dry bone. The black smoke flowed quietly on both sides of the dead bones like a layer of liquid, emitting the stench of a burning nose. This person's ambition and ambition in his life were all turned into a bubble with his sins, and death was not the end, because history would give the truth meaning.

Adnie walked to him lightly and looked at the scene silently. She turned around and said to him: "What he pursued is worthless, but his death is more meaningful to some people, and he deserves his sin."

Fang Yu naturally agreed in his heart.

He looked up at the sword-holding knights. It was hard to say that these people were innocent, but Fang Yu did not intend to commit more murder, because he was not a judge. Moreover, Cui Xisi sent him a message that Isa and Rudne would not sit idly by -

But the truth will not be covered up forever.

The Seven Seas Brigade will tell all this out, the Empire will receive the punishment it deserves, and every participant will eventually be judged fairly until that day.

"Take your Duke away," Adnie said to the knights: "No one will collect his body, and from the moment you are bloodied on your hands, you should understand that those who deserve sin are worthy of decay only in the ground."

"You are not worthy of the respect of anyone, and this is our last kindness."

She looked at the square pilo.

Fang Yu nodded. He was not a person who was used to giving orders, but Adni's handling satisfies him.

Some of the knights were so sad that some people were so angry that they drew their swords, but no one dared to come forward to commit rashness in front of a dragon knight - not to mention Luo Hao, Alisa and the box were still blocking them. The calmer person looked at Rudne, and the tall and silent Indian had actually received the news from Isa, and at this moment he only nodded slightly.

This is good, so it is not impossible to explain. The people of the empire will never care that the two silver ranks did not attack a dragon knight. Even if Fang Yu didn't count, the one over there was a real gold rank.

Now Duke Perrit is dead, and Narsuyan is still around, the statue is silent, and the King of the Sun is speechless. This mission is a complete defeat. Although they considered the possibility of failure in advance, they did not expect that they would be defeated so weirdly. Rudne couldn't help but take a deep look at Fang Yu and the others.

In fact, he had no objection to the position of Fang Rong and others. If it were him, even younger he might return to his passionate youth, but the more he had seen, the more naive he would become.

The Indians didn't know whether they were thinking deeply or mocking in their eyes.

The knights left one after another, and Isa asked Cui Xisi for a contact information. The craftsman thought about it and agreed. Although this time it was an order from the guild, she still owed the other party a favor. It was the silver rank, not a big cat and kitten that could be seen everywhere.

When the hall returned to peace, the tumbling mist returned to peace, the evil breath dissipated in the boundless space, the sharp claws and sharp teeth, and the dark resentment disappeared little by little, leaving only the crisp sound of dripping water. Fang Yu raised his head and looked at Naersuyan in the air again.

Luo Hao and his men also put away their weapons. The underground hall was a little quiet for a moment. The gold and silver all over the mountain reflected the faint light. The jade stars lie among the gold coins, and the Nagas stood on one side with silver knives in their hands, without saying a word in the shadow.

Seeing everyone's eyes, Naersuyan couldn't help but giggle: "Okay, I'll help you leave the starlight of the Duke, but now we can have a good talk, the holder of Cang Zhihui."

"Please call me Ed, Ms. Narsuyan." Fang Yu said, "I have no interest in the Xinghui of Duke Perrit. Even if he lives for a while, he is just a dry bone in the tomb. Revenge will always come to him, not me, but someone else."

He shook his head gently: "And I don't think there is anything to talk about between us."

"How could it not be?" The Naga God looked at the group with gentle eyes, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became: "I can give you a precious promise. I will not kill you, but will give you my favor--"

She reached out her hand, her fingertips were slender and beautiful, and gently pointed down: "As long as you, she and her, become my people, and handed me that node, I will let everyone else go and let them leave here safely."

Fang Yu looked at Silvede, and then looked at Miya not far away - the girl with long silver hair and wolf ears still confronted her grandmother.

He turned around: "Would you like to calm this storm?"

Naersuyan narrowed his eyes, like a dangerous poisonous snake: "Don't be too greedy, little guy."

Fang Rong had already known the answer in her heart, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Then forgive us for the breakdown of the negotiations, Ms. Naersuyan."

"Then are you determined to choose another way?" Narsuyan's tone became colder again, "You should understand the consequences. I can leave the Duke of the Oshu, and of course I can leave you, and the node will eventually fall into my hands."

She looked at everyone coldly, not very understanding of the stubbornness of these mortals. They were always foolish in the confusion in front of them and could not see that the true destiny would gather in the river flowing to the end.

When a saint showed his fangs, Fang Yu didn't have too many doubts in his heart. His calm eyes turned to the light curtain in front of him, with simple silver words on it depicting a scene leading to the future.

It was more like the only tenderness that resided in this darkness:

[The Battle of the Holy Selection] The Lone Sea Lighthouse—The End, Song of Destiny.

‘Defeat the God of Naga and save Beilu--’

The text of the task changed quietly.

On the vast land, in the black fog, the swordsman was pulling his sword back from the cold corpse, and Minmil was watching the prompts passing by the system. The change in the task text made him stunned and laughed.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! What a joke, playing so big, defeating a god and saving Beilu? He couldn't help but look back, and there was nothing in the darkness, and there was only invisible mockery, like a pair of cold eyes staring at everyone.

Minmeer shook his head, but he didn't expect to be fooled. He didn't think anyone could defeat a god, even if he was not the saints of Olin, because even the Dragon Knight could not really compete with the gods, and the Witch of the Sea was also not good.

"But, at least the courage is admirable."

He repeatedly became enemies with the Empire and got nothing in this mission, but Minmill was surprised that he did not have much regret in his heart, and even had a hint of pleasure. He might have grown up, no longer simple, but he was still young.

He was stunned for a moment before he drew out his sword and showed it to the ground with the sword.

"Then we're done, everyone."

Good luck to you-

...

There was no sign of too many expressions on Fang Yu's face, because from the generous reward, he had already realized the risks hidden in the mission.

But what is there no risk?

The ships walking on the sky and sea should not be afraid of wind and rain.

He raised his head and looked at Narsuyan. Perhaps mortals were not obsessed with it, but—

They still have a third option-

The boy's eyes have given the answer.

Naersujing was slightly stunned.

In the unseen space, a girl with a human image was laughing and tilting back and forth: "How about it, Naersuyan? I know very well that this stubborn little guy will not bow to you."

"I don't know what's up."

Narsuyan's face was gloomy, "The people you chose are just as unaware of the so-called. He can't change anything, and you are the same. The saints of Olin know what future the world will go towards, but they are still obsessed with it. I really don't know how you can laugh—"

"Because I just want to laugh," the girl smiled, "Narsujin, because I can't kill me today tomorrow."

She looked at the Naga's god, and a warm smile was in her bright eyes: "Absolute power cannot dominate everything. A Naga's god cannot even conquer a small human being. Why?"

"No, I didn't lose. You guys lost," Naersuyan sneered, "The projection on a silver coin, the will of a bust, do you think I've been with you for so long, Roman on the balance, you underestimate the enemy too much."

The fluctuations in space are intensifying.

Two identical eyes overlapped in the separate rift, and a majestic existence was passing through the barrier between the world, as if even the ubiquitous storm had stopped for a moment.

Every ether node behind the high wall felt the arrival of that force. From the Four Realms to Elpahin, to every spire in Sanshak monitoring the Sea of ​​Ether, all astrologists were shocked by the shocks on the surface of the ether.

The bell of the Temple of War was ringing, and the knights gathered together, watching the messages permeated on the throne - a dagger, a rose, a fang, and a blood scale.

The God of Naga, Narsuyan.

"What happened again in the northern border of the empire?"

"It's storm season again," one replied, "but the reaction of the Ether node has never been so strong."

Someone asked: "Have you asked the followers of the business goddess, isn't they their old enemy?"

"The Commercial Temple was calm, but Roman seemed to have descended the oracle."

Outsiders have no way of knowing why the oracle is.

But the lady of the balance was watching her former opponent whose breath became stronger from that space, but she didn't look too surprised. On the contrary, she seemed calm and even smiled slightly, as if she had expected the other party to do such a thing.

"You are pretending to be calm, Roman," Narsula looked at the other party: "I said, when I take action, it is best for you and Oli to not interfere, just as you watched the Oshu people step into the abyss, what did you do?"

"We are just silent eaves, and will shelter them from the wind and rain," Roman replied. "We will not interfere too much in their choices, but you are different. I will not allow you to take action at will, Narsuyan, I want-"

Her tone became distant, ethereal, as if a stranger was speaking: "You must not harm this person's soul at will..."

When the first law becomes a shackle, the tulip blooms on the cold sarcophagus, and the dew drops from the scales, it is the golden symbol—the symbol of the goddess of business: "I want, you must not show your divine power-"

Naersujing was slightly stunned, then his expression changed and he couldn't help but groan.

Then, another sound came from the space, majestic and solemn, as if it hits the hearts of the people: "I promise that you will walk on the ground and show the saints to the ordinary."

It was a tall shadow, and he was speaking to her: "I promise that you will be silent and will not speak the most holy things."

Naersujing saw a layer of image born in front of him, like the light of a tower, and a holy sound came from the top of the mountains. The hammer fell on the anvil, and the fire scattered everywhere to form a star. A holy sword created a sharp blade in the morning light.

The four-level law passes through infinite time, like four long nails, piercing into her kingdom. The first law turns into a crown of thorns, causing her to hold her hands; the second law is a blade made of fire, piercing her divine heart, making her unable to exert her divine power—

The third law is a covenant that makes her turn into saints into ordinary people and walk on the earth. The fourth law promised her that she could not use her laws and manipulate the world with the power of God. She could still speak, but the sea of ​​ether no longer had waves.

Ou Li deprived her of the law, divine light, and domain, making it impossible for her to use magic power above the fourteen rings. The lady of the balance anchored her divine power, making it impossible for her to intercept all the starlight in the mortal world.

Although those forces still belong to her, they are stranded in her kingdom. It will take more time for her to bring them to that world - but the cracks in space are closing, and she cannot wait for the next storm season.

The next thirty years.

Narsuyan screamed angrily: "Roman, Ouli, you dare--"

She was angrily saying, "You--think I can't deal with these bugs like this!?"

"No," a smile came from the space: "Narsuyan, you can certainly destroy everything you don't like, but destruction is often easy, while reconstruction and creation are much more difficult. We have also destroyed a world, what have we obtained?"

The God of Naga was stunned.

The lush light is dimming, like a world falling.

The silver coin of fate is losing its divine power, its bright surface is losing its light, and a crack has appeared on the holy image. A chuckle finally came from the space, like silver bells flowing on the ground, and the majestic and serious person is turning around.

Leave a back.

The laughter faded, the saints no longer watched, and the mortals were given the last one to the mortals.
To be continued...