She thought about all this in tears.

Until one hand pressed on her shoulder.

Ebenny saw that the group walked in from outside the entrance of the hall.

Fang Zhu, Luo Hao, Box, Luo Yu, Jita, Paparal, halfling Afangde and Pasha who followed everyone.

Fang Yu quietly put his hand on the little princess's shoulder and said to her warmly: "Continue, Afeifa."

The little princess nodded with tears in her eyes. She carefully held the wood sculpture, her lips squirming, as if brewing the feelings in her heart.

But the feeling finally erupted, and she almost cried into tears and said:

"Father, my sister and I are still waiting for you to go back."

"We need you, we need a father-"

"Please don't leave us."

"Please..."

The young, helpless voice, like a sharp arrow, hit the hearts of everyone in the hall.

It also hit the heart of the king of sand, Babaltan, and pulled him back from the dream. All the illusions disappeared, leaving only the real illusion - his helpless crying daughter, the wood sculpture in his hand, and the illusion of a girl standing beside his daughter.

He seemed to suddenly understand what he really abandoned.

He glanced at the Crystal Mountain beside him, feeling both strange and uneasy.

But why?

Isn't this Afifa's plan?

He turned around in a daze and faced his daughter.

And it was at this moment that Ebenny suddenly shouted: "Be careful with your Majesty!"

Afeifa also covered her mouth and looked at the scene in shock. The wood carving in her hand even fell straight to the ground.

The wood carving fell into two pieces.

In the eyes of everyone, when the king of sand Babaltan turned around, a phantom was emerging from the crystal behind him.

But it was not a phantom. It emerged from the dark green crystal, like a mountain-like giant, with three heads and four arms, holding a huge sickle, raised it high and swung it down suddenly. The sickle penetrated the distance between the crystal and reality, flashing with a sharp light, and swung it down in one fell swoop.

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But among the crowd, only Fang Yu looked calm, stepped forward and raised his right hand.

The arm armor that represents the identity of an alchemist, with a cold luster and a strange shape - the pride of the Lone King, seems to reflect the lone light under these numerous brilliances.

With that voice that represents the firmness of the young man:

"Olfendo, Gemini, up!"

There was a loud bang.

The wall on one side of the hall suddenly collapsed.

A spear broke out from the stone, followed by a tall and towering statue that broke through the wall and broke into the hall - a majestic knight, a long white feather was fluttering in the wind on the armor that reflected light.

It intersected with the ministers, stabbed forward with a shot, where the phantom holding the sickle was slashing down. In everyone's eyes, only Seneman's shrill laughter was echoing in the hall, which seemed particularly harsh: "It's too late, everything is too late, hahahaha, cough cough..."

"You can't..."

His laughter came to an abrupt end, and the light in his eyes finally dimmed.

At that moment, the phantom of the spear and the sickle intersected.

Afeifa knelt on the ground with a gulp, completely limping.

The huge knight's gun hit the tall Crystal Mountain at that moment. In Seneman's view, the Emerald Star, which should be indestructible, at that moment, a crack spread from it.

There was a loud 'click'...

The cracks wind in all directions like spider silk.

A phantom swept across the Orphen Gemini, like an invisible wind swept across the crystal mountain.

Few people saw that the faint shadow was like a giant beast that opened its wings covering the sky and the sun. It turned around and its golden pupils were like falling into the mortal world. The fire would burn everything and turn everything into dust, and the black smoke and dust were lingering with the tall and arrogant creatures.

It is a dragon.

"Black Wings bring death..."

"Black Wings bring death..."

"A sign of death..."

"A sign of death..."

Seneman repeated these words in his dim eyes, but no one could hear them clearly.

The incredible colors in his eyes seemed to be frozen in that moment, and the last sentence in his mouth was stuck in his throat.

"but……"

"Why... is it..."

A layer of dull paleness enveloped the waxy face of the servant.

And at this moment, the Crystal Mountain collapsed with a bang, turning into countless tiny green fragments, falling all over the ground.

The giant shadow holding a sickle swung past the body of the king of sand Babaltan, but it was like a gust of breeze that only drove the corner of the desert king's clothes and floated gently.

Only then did the people in the hall return to the clarity. They all came back to their senses from their dreams, but they still remembered the scene that happened before. They stared blankly at the tall and majestic statue of the Knight's spear, standing beside the King of Sands, still maintaining the moment when they hit the Crystal Mountain.

Everyone turned around and looked at the young alchemist.

But the eyes are completely different.

The hall was silent for a moment.

Princess Afifa, who was kneeling on the ground, finally couldn't help crying, as if the feelings in her heart were in her heart, and she could not control it at this moment.

The king of sand, Babaltan, standing in the middle of the hall, looked at his daughter, then looked at Fang Zhu standing beside him, as if he had just woken up from a ridiculous dream. This man, as a king, even seemed a little depressed at this moment. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighed, and then said to Fang Zhu:

“…It seems that I did at least one thing right, young man.”

But Fang Zhu shook his head.

"The crisis has not been resolved yet, Your Majesty."

The King of Sand nodded slightly.

He looked at his ministers, and everyone in the hall had a little different reaction, but most of them had not actually reacted. Only Earl Nurman took a step forward at this moment.

But Babartan stopped the latter's speech.

He untied the cloak with one hand, threw it to the ground, then pulled out the scimitar from the sheath and held it in his hand. The bright sword light reflected the face of the king, as if it brought him back to that young time-

"Nurman, let us kill the enemy side by side again." The King of Sand said softly.

The Count was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.

The King of Sand turned around and looked around, as if he had finally regained the king's arrogant spirit, and said loudly:

"Where is my knight?"

Ed looked at this scene and silently helped the little princess up from the ground.
Chapter completed!