The older knight looked at these people with a cold expression.

He almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "The Eternal One"

Thirty years ago, it was precisely because of these people that the disaster of Dolifen occurred. Compared with them, those ordinary dragon worshipers were not worth mentioning at all.

But this time, he no longer has that heroic lady fighting alongside him.

Hu Di looked at these people and slowly shook his head. Of course he would not believe these people's lies. Moreover, he had not learned anything about the Immortal in the Dragon Fire Guild.

But the man didn't seem to care. Instead, he looked at Dict and said, "Mr. Dict, don't you rely on such a great power to survive until now? Eternity, isn't this the ultimate pursuit of mortals?"

"Immortal puppet?" Dickert sneered.

"Any power has its price," the messenger shook his head: "Besides, the Dragon Servant is just a rumor. If you join us, you will understand the truth."

"Sorry, not interested." Dickert replied.

"Then you have to hurry up and think about it, Mr. Dickert," the messenger said with a smile: "After all, your power comes from a special source. When this illusion is shattered, it will be too late to regret it."

He looked at Hu Di again: "Young man, your little lover is the same. You don't want to see her disappear into ashes."

"Hu Di, I was once one of them," Shisi's voice became weaker and weaker: "But eternal life is always just a false illusion for mortals. The will of those immortals you see is no longer their own.

Already."

Hu nodded.

He took a step back, grasped the Blade of False Victory with both hands, and pointed it directly at these people.

The messenger shook his head when he saw this: "You are really stubborn. It was the same thirty years ago. But those things you rely on are actually destined to be false. You think this sword can save you."

He pointed.

A gray ray of light shot out from his hand, hitting the sword in Hu Di's hand.

But the shadow of the indestructible elf holy sword Garapea, which had trapped Nicol Bolas's Eye of Venus in this illusion for thirty years, actually looked like a broken piece in this gray light.

Glass is average.

It exploded with a bang, and the broken steel pieces pierced Hu Di behind like countless needles, causing him to scream and fall to the ground covered in blood.

"Hu Di!"

Shizu stared at this scene with wide eyes and disbelief.

She looked at the painful young man and couldn't help but shed tears, but she couldn't believe how the holy sword that the lady entrusted to her protection could be destroyed so easily.

The man looked at Hu Di who was lying in a pool of blood, and sneered: "Thank you very much for bringing this sword to this place. If it hadn't been here and its guardian was extremely weak, I would have really

There's no way to do it that easily."

He walked over slowly, bent down, and picked up the broken hilt of Jalapeña's sword in full view of everyone. He looked at everyone present, especially Dict, jokingly: "You lost again, just like you did thirty years ago.

Same."

"But you didn't win either, just like you did thirty years ago."

A sudden voice sounded.

The messenger was slightly startled. This topic seemed to annoy him to the extreme. "Who is it?" He roared angrily, raised his head, and saw the plover fairy in mid-air.

But the clockwork fairy was slowly falling to the ground and landed next to Hu Di.

"I said, you made one mistake from the beginning."

Fang Plover spoke again.

But this time, the sound came from the corridor behind the hall.

The man turned around in shock and saw a young man slowly walking out of the darkness with an incredibly beautiful girl.

The maid behind the two people was holding a person in her hand, and she threw the person in front of him, who was also a Dragon Worshiper.

It's the immortal he left outside to watch.

But he looked at these people with some vigilance. These people did not seem to have the strength to defeat his men. He suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.

Because he saw the man behind Fang Yu.

"It's you, Rune Lincius, you are here as expected."

"You know me, but I don't know you," Lu En glanced at these people: "Did all those people thirty years ago suffer retribution and die cleanly? Why are all the faces we see today?

"

He glanced at the messenger jokingly: "It seems that you so-called immortals have much shorter lives than ordinary people like me."

The man was almost furious to death from the ridicule, and his face turned pale.

He was about to say something.

But when he saw Fang Plover stretch out his hand and wave gently in this direction, he saw the broken sword on the ground, suddenly seemed to be gathered up by an invisible hand.

Countless fluorescent lights flew out from the fragments and converged in the direction of the boy.

Then it blends into the latter's chest.

It disappeared in a moment.

He stared at this scene dumbfounded, instinctively feeling something was wrong, and subconsciously asked: "What the hell is this!?"

But an even shriller voice sounded from behind him: "Stop him! He has that thing on him!" It was the frightened scream of Dragon's Golden Eyes.

"That thing?"

The messenger was stunned.

But he saw Fang Plover slowly raise his hand.

In the opponent's hand was a scepter that looked ordinary enough. If there was anything special about it, perhaps it was the Holy Emblem of the Dawn that represented the Kaolin royal family.

But the man's expression changed drastically.

"...This scepter!"

"Didn't you win?" Fang Yu said calmly: "Then let me first ask if Dolifen agrees."

"Now, let the city answer you."
Chapter completed!