And the sea of ​​light has submerged everything.

Lieyang held the sword tightly in his hand, and almost blue veins rose. But he knew that everything could not be saved. Finally, he looked at Miya in the light, retreated, jumped high and landed on the silver dragon, and then spread his wings.

Rising up into the sky.

In the light, Miya smiled for the first time.

The light shook violently, and the violent whistle had already overwhelmed all the sounds, but the whole world became quiet.

She looked up at Lieyang, opened her mouth, paused word by word, and told the other party the secret in her mouth.

"I ruined it."

"only--"

“Old Order.”

...

‘The situation in the turbid domain is tense-’

‘The Secret Realm of Mount Holy Covenant has changed again!’

‘The Kaurin-Ishurien suffered serious losses in the Covenant Hill.’

‘The Third Covenant Hill Incident?’

Duke Hawke put down the newspaper in his hand in a little upset.

He did not care what would happen to the Kaurin-Ishurien, and even the situation in the Second World was somewhat unattracted, and even those in the newspapers put it on the sub-page, which were either explicit or implicitly sarcastic about the results of the Knights arbitration in the Book.

He didn't care.

Although the winner was decided, the fencemen immediately showed their true nature. There were more comments about the Hawk family outside, and the different opinions of his imperial eagle were immediately different from usual.

But he spent half his life integrating the Seven Magicians family to make everyone's interests consistent. I don't know how many ups and downs and setbacks he experienced, how could he disturb his thoughts because of this little thing? He looked at the sea of ​​clouds floating outside the hall, and only one thing was thinking in his heart.

That is Ash Lynn's manuscript.

A guy who can't help the table.

Duke Hawk's face was gloomy. He had long seen that the chosen ones were unreliable and had made other preparations. But he did not expect that those people would be so unreliable. Before the methods he prepared were even used, those guys had already killed Friston's men so hard that they were dismantled.

"The design of the star installation is still within the empire."

"Still within the empire?"

Duke Hawk turned around and looked at the magician sitting in front of him.

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Can you determine where exactly?"

"No, we can only be sure that it was once in the Principality of the Stag, and has recently been transferred to the Empire. Until now, the design has not left the Empire."

Duke Hawk pursed his lips.

"Sir," continued the middle-aged magician, "in fact, we may not necessarily need Ash Lynn's manuscript. The new batch of nightmare furnace construction can almost meet the requirements. Instead of relying on the illusory design, we should focus on reality..."

"The Imperial Black Army expanded very quickly..." He stopped, "The guy from Friston somehow convinced His Majesty... Compared to the Craftsmen Association, the Seven Magic Family is even less trustworthy from His Majesty. What happened to Ayin Brock is just a trivial matter, but more importantly..."

"I understand," Duke Hawke nodded, "The battle for technology is just a superficial one. For half a century, what we have fought with the craftsmen is actually where the empire will go in the future. I don't trust His Majesty, that young man is too paranoid-"

Such a topic.

The magician didn't dare to interfere for the moment.

Duke Hawke was silent for a moment, and his gray-green eyes showed a look of remembrance, and then shook his head, "I really miss that era. We and the former kings have regained this old kingdom. If people can live forever, your Majesty might be able to see that day come..."

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"But no one can be eternal. Eternal life is just the pursuit of those short-sighted fools. What nonsense is I talking about. Friston is a good opponent, but it's a pity that I am destined to have different ideas. You are right, and we can't let go of the nightmare construction plan."

"But the manuscript of Ash Lynn must continue to be promoted."

"As for the Black Army..." Duke Hawk's eyes sank, showing a cold feeling. The things he was pursuing might have gone away, but he was not a truly innocent person. When he really reached that point, he naturally made up his mind.

He looked at the magician.

The middle-aged magician obviously understood his meaning and nodded.

Duke Hawke was trying to give something, but suddenly, he closed his mouth and looked in the direction of the entrance to the hall with a look of vigilance.

His eyes had just touched that direction, and the two giant doors there suddenly burst open with a "bang". Two imperial knights with black helmets and black armor were breaking in from there.

One of them was carrying a guard on the boat in his hand.

He was pulling out the bloody sword from the guard Gulugulu's bloody throat.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged magician was shocked and asked subconsciously: "How did you get on the boat?"

But Duke Hawk reacted much faster than he did. The moment the two black knights broke in, he stretched out his hand and a magic wand appeared in his hand.

The black knight had just turned around and looked in this direction with a cold look. Duke Hawk had raised his magic wand and pointed at the other party.

A huge force attacked out of thin air, pushing the knight away, hitting the door, and folding his body into two parts strangely.

Another knight was indifferent and rushed towards this direction without saying a word.

However, before Duke Hawk issued an order, the doors behind him had already banged open, and several strange components came out of it.

If Fang Zhuo was here, he would definitely recognize these components. These components, which were slender, carrying magic furnaces, holding magic guns, and wearing pointed helmets, looked very much like his dragon hunter.

However, the two are not completely consistent. The dragon hunter that Fang Ling has seen is a two-legged upright stepping configuration, and these components are all four-legged configurations without exception.

As soon as these "dragon hunters" structures appeared, they immediately raised the magic gun in their hands and aimed at the black knight.

"Fire!" the middle-aged magician screamed.

There was a roar, flames rose, mixed with smoke filled the hall. The black knight had countless blood flowers bloomed on his body like an electric shock, his body slightly tilted in the air, and fell directly on the sofa not far away, leaving no sanity.

Duke Hawk turned sideways as if he hadn't heard of it, letting the knight's body fall aside, turning into light and dissipating. His face was as deep as water, and he turned around and ordered, "Open the lower cabin and put out all the nightmare furnaces."

But the words were not finished.

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

Bright flames rose on one side of the entire floating ship, and the hull shook violently, throwing both of them to the ground. Duke Hawk stopped his body with his magic wand and looked up at the bulkhead of the glass. The flames reflected on him, reflecting the scene above the sea of ​​clouds in his gray-green pupils.

Behind the clouds in the horizon.

A dark warship is emerging.

And then another ship-

"That's the Imperial Black Army's warship... Wait, how could the Black Army be here!?"

The middle-aged magician screamed in horror.
Chapter completed!