"Scepter?"

A flash of lightning flashed in Fang Yu's mind, and he subconsciously looked at the staff in his hand. Because it was difficult to put it away, he kept holding it in his hand.

The scepter in his hand has not changed at this moment, it is just hanging on the light page aside, but the two lines of text are always in front of his eyes, making it particularly eye-catching:

'Regret is like poison, biting the heart'

"Remorse is like poison, biting people's hearts..." Fang Plover muttered silently in his heart: "Remorse is like poison... Regret..."

He suddenly remembered.

Isn't this the greatest obsession with revenge that Doliphon's archon had during his lifetime?

Rune-Lynthius told him that recognition is the key to entering this illusion.

And how did he and Sylvide enter this illusion?

Perhaps because of his relationship with Hu Di, the girl named Xi Si recognized him and allowed him to enter this final illusion.

But now, perhaps we should also add the Archon of Doliphon.

Fang Yu silently looked at the scepter in his hand, but he was not too surprised.

Endless hatred bound Count Grosl's soul in this illusion that had lingered for thirty years, making the old man's false phantom always linger in the city hall.

And if the hatred cannot dissipate, the illusion will exist forever.

These are the three things of Dolifen

Fang Yu actually had vaguely thought of this answer.

The Dragon's Golden Eyes may control the souls of the dead in this city.

He even let his tentacles of power extend beyond Dolifen, extending into the real world through the power of the undead.

It has even obtained the crucial fairy sword, Garapea's Shadow Blade of False Victory, and found a way to destroy it.

It uses clever words to deceive and stay one step ahead of everyone else.

And they laid out layers of traps, with the Dragon Fire Guild in front and the Dragon Worshipers behind.

But it's a pity

Fang Yu looked at the scepter in his hand, feeling as if he was blessed. He raised his head and looked at the black smoke-filled night sky in the city of Dolifen.

It seems that there is a pair of eyes there, perhaps not just one pair of eyes, but countless eyes that are silently watching this city and everything in this illusion.

Those who think they will succeed are doomed to fail.

Those conspiracies may succeed for a while, but in the end they will only implicate themselves.

Because the answer has been written down a long time ago. In fact, it is already here.

Just wait for a chance

Those are the ghosts of Doriphon.

Tens of thousands of souls, countless despair and obsession, and it is more than just three things? It was the same scene thousands of times, with countless people struggling and dying in the sea of ​​fire.

Therefore, it is a pair of angry and firm hands, stretching out from under the abyss to grab everyone who is trying to escape sin, making them unable to extricate themselves.

The Dragon Cult followers and Nicol Bolas personally created this disaster.

How can those who were harmed by them be willing to let go of the culprits so easily?

It's funny to say

The power they want to use is destined to come back and fill the last shovelful of soil on their tombstones. Fang Plover raised his scepter and had already written epitaphs for these people in his heart.

As long as the illusion never dies.

Those people can never escape from this.

But what Fang Yu was more curious about was who actually constructed this illusion. It could never be the ghosts of Dolifen.

Because one party cannot escape reincarnation even through death, and the other party will be bound to this illusion forever. This is as vicious as a curse.

So who restricted the power of Dragon Golden Dragon, so that she had to resort to the souls of the dead and the power of outsiders to escape from this maze.

Who is the shadow of Nicol Bolas in the Gray Oak Square?

Fang Yu felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth. He raised his scepter high and looked calmly at Manlo Howlett in the center of the square.

Ever since he entered this illusion, it seemed that he had never been as calm as he was now, because at this moment.

Only then did he really see the result of this battle

"Regret is like poison, biting the heart," he now understands.

So, what does it mean to rule an army?

Fang Yu felt that it was necessary to let the people in front of him understand.

Since Deklan wants to take revenge through his hands, he might as well be the Earl of the Grossl family for once.

He looked at these people and said calmly: "You seem surprised that I'm not dead, Manlo."

These words made Luen Lincius startled for a moment, and he turned back to look at him in surprise. Perhaps he did not expect that he would enter the role so quickly.

"Pretending."

The maid glanced at him and evaluated him fairly and accurately.

Sylvide stood behind and watched with a smile on her face. She was holding her own box and paintings in both hands. She looked like a literary and aristocratic girl.

But no one was as surprised as Man Luo.

The latter's pointy beard stood up in anger: "There's no way you're alive. I've confirmed it myself... No, could it be that he's a substitute? You've noticed something a long time ago!?"

Fang Plover (Dekelen) is not dead.

This fact seems to have caused him a great setback. The former was probably very satisfied with his plan, but when he was satisfied, he was slapped in the face.

That's about it.

Ashamed and annoyed.

"Not only am I not dead, but I also brought you some bad news," Fang Yu said very interestingly: "Looking at the good things you did in Dolifen, I think you haven't forgotten who is here.

Archon?"

His words sounded decent to Misu and Dict, but Rune Lincius couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Who is the governor here?

No one

"Who is the consul here?" Man Luo laughed dryly: "Master consul, have you frightened your brain? Now like this, you actually came out to ask me this question? Are you going to let

Should I kneel down and beg for mercy from you? Ha, it seems that the pampered life has really made the thinking of you nobles completely rigid."

"Do you think I'm joking with you, Man Luo?" Fang Yu suddenly became serious: "Or do you think these people who died here are just a joke?"

Man Luo simply couldn't figure out how this guy's head grew.

He usually doesn't take these people below him seriously, but now he is using their lives to talk nonsense with him. Does this guy think that these moral tortures will be meaningful to him?

If it weren't for the Archon's Scepter in Fang Yu's hand, he would have thought that the person in front of him was actually a fake.

"Otherwise, Lord Archon?" He smiled contemptuously: "What are you going to do to me, just by yourself, or with these little thieves?"

"Single-handed? Man Luo, have you forgotten that I am the consul of the kingdom, and I still have the Dawn Knights at my disposal?"

"Knights of the Morning?" Man Luo laughed so much that he wiped away his tears: "Haha, you don't still count on them, do you? They have been my believers for a long time."

"Man Luo, look behind you." Fang Yu suddenly interrupted him and laughed maliciously.

Man Luo was stunned. Although he didn't believe it, he still looked back helplessly.

This turn saved his life.

Because he happened to see a shadow coming towards him, it was the shadow of the giant sword in the hand of the Dawn Knight. The leader of the Dragon Worship Cult screamed in fright, rolled forward like a standard lazy donkey, and then avoided it in disgrace.

This sword.

The hard ground of the square made Man Luo's whole body ache, but compared with this small setback in his body, the turmoil in his heart was even more difficult to suppress.

Man Luo looked at the Dawn Knights who were besieging him in disbelief, and couldn't help but scream: "How is this possible? What are you doing? Wait for your dragon transformation. How did you recover?"

In Man Luo's eyes.

Those knights of the dawn who were first deceived by his clever words and joined the Eternal Order should now be in the form of half-dragon, half-human, servants of the dragon who have lost their minds.

But how can that happen now?

I saw dozens of Dawn Knights in the square, plus a large number of city guards who had originally turned to their side. At this moment, they pulled out their sharp swords with a clatter, as if a forest of bright swords had risen, and were bowing to his men.

Confrontation between Dragon Cult elites.

The knights looked upright and energetic. Not to mention the half-dragon, half-human fanatics, even the holy knights who had just come out from Ms. Marland's temple after praying might not be so upright.

The shape of a rainbow.

The most outrageous thing is that even the robes and armor of these people are as brand new as ever, and the swords are as sharp as if they had just been polished by a blacksmith, as if the fire on the edge still has a hint of dark red.
To be continued...