Fang Plover raised the Scepter of Regret and kept this action for a long time.

The messenger heard a deep sound coming from the surrounding walls. At first, it was like waves of the sea, far away, low, like crying, and then the sound gradually became more powerful, like thousands of horses galloping, rumbling.

, the ground was shaking, and gravel fell from the ceiling.

The expressions of the Dragon Worshipers all changed. They felt as if something huge was breaking free from its chains and resurrecting from the ground.

Everyone stood nervously back to back in a circle, "Lord Nicol Bolas, what on earth is that?" the messenger turned around and asked loudly.

Long Zhijinzhu stood there with a pale face and said nothing.

A faint cyan light flashed in the darkness.

It was a pale ghost with vengeful flames flashing in its eyes. It appeared behind Fang Plover and passed by it.

"Ghost!" When the Dragon Worshipers saw this scene, they suddenly thought of something, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Let's go!" The messenger still didn't know what happened, but how could they leave this place? The Dragon Worshipers soon realized that there was only one exit.

"This is a good place for you to bury your bones." Fang Yu suddenly spoke.

The messenger was so angry that he screamed: "What nonsense are you talking about? The outcome is still unknown!"

"I said," Fang Plover looked at these people coldly: "Good and evil will eventually be rewarded."

But the second and third ghosts have emerged from behind Fang Plover.

Their eyes were pale, confused and empty, standing next to each other like a luminous wall. Countless undead souls emerged from the darkness like a tide.

Like a torrent, it overflowed Fang Plover and washed towards the position of the Dragon Worshipers. Fang Plover, among the countless ghosts, always held up his scepter and looked at this scene with firm eyes.

Thirty years ago, these people caused all the disasters in Dolifen.

Thirty years later, they came back here again.

But what awaits them is not the final chapter of this endgame.

Rather, it comes from the echo on the chessboard.

The souls of tens of thousands of humble people have been waiting for this moment to tear their enemies to pieces.

The Dragon Worshiper swung forward in vain, slashing the cursed sword across the translucent body, and the ghost screamed through him, freezing a look of horror on his face.

It was as if a thick layer of frost had condensed on the deceased's face, and he still wielded the sword at the moment of death, with layers of ice ridges still hanging on the sword.

When touched, it shattered like a fragile ice sculpture and scattered all over the ground.

A sea of ​​ghosts was pouring out from the walls on all sides, and the square plover was between them, holding a scepter in hand, like a rock in the rapids.

The scepter in his hand seemed to be surrounded by a circle of invisible light.

Let every undead subconsciously avoid him and everyone present who is not a Dragon Worshiper. When the messenger saw this scene, he had only one thought in his mind.

Rule the armies

It is like the oath made by the consul at the moment of taking office.

'I hold this scepter to rule the territory and people for the kingdom, just like I hold an army. And my hand is my duty. From this moment on, I will only be loyal to my mission.'

I am loyal to them.

They also give me strength.

The deepest regret.

It’s about understanding the source of your own weakness.

On the Scepter of Regret, all the confessions of Rocklen-Grossl were written, which eventually turned into the fury of revenge, sweeping towards every enemy present.

It was an indestructible torrent, exerted on their former enemies through the hands of Fang Plover and the trust from the subsequent Dolifen souls.

One after another, the Dragon Worshipers fell down in extreme fear. Before they died, they didn't even know how to resist such a predicament.

Because in the illusion, hatred gives the ghosts their existence.

As long as the obsession for revenge persists, the illusion will never die.

But now this pain has been transferred to these former perpetrators. The Dragon Worshipers are facing a group of enemies that cannot be killed at all. As long as they have a breath left, the fire of hatred of the other party will always be burning.

Like chains of hatred.

The fate of the two is closely linked to each other.

"How could this happen!" The Dragon Worshiper screamed desperately, but soon his screams were replaced by low and cold sobs.

It was like the crackling sound of ice, swallowing up everything.

A glowing phantom passed through his body noisily.

Among the thousands of troops, only Dragon's Golden Eyes could not be affected. She looked at the young man not far away with her golden pupils: "That's my ghost army!"

"Indeed, as a part of this illusion, the chains of hatred thirty years ago are not on you."

"Dragon's Golden Dragon, this is your greatest advantage. With great power, you do have the possibility to control this illusion."

"It's a pity that in the end you did everything wrong."

"But your biggest mistake is that, like Sir Declan Rogers, you regard everything here as a chess piece and don't understand the source of your own power?"

"Do you think you are still a powerful dark dragon in this illusion? You should have understood that your power has been suppressed in this seal for a long time."

"Actually, you always have the opportunity to leave this illusion and let everyone return to peace."

"But you didn't do that because you were too superstitious about your own strength."

"You know what I'm talking about, Ms. Dragon Gold."

Long Zhijin looked at Fang Plover without saying a word.

Fang Yu also said word by word: "You know how to calm and end the anger and pain of these dead souls."

"As someone who experienced everything thirty years ago, no one knows better than you why Dolifen's illusion exists, the Golden Dragon."

"Obsession is the root of this chain. As long as you cut off this hatred, it will naturally disappear."

"But you didn't do that."

"Your self-confidence and arrogance buried you in the end, and the person who set up this illusion knew from beginning to end that you could not bow down to these humble souls in your eyes."

"It turns out that she was right."

“That’s why today’s scene happened.”

"You want me to bow to these people? It's so ridiculous, they can't even save themselves," Long Zhijinzhu screamed: "That poor little girl thought she could change anything, but in the end she got herself involved too.

Go in. And that idiot, if it weren’t for him, how could I have gotten the Blade of False Victory so easily?”

"With my own strength, I can still leave this place."

"Now you have also gained your own power."

Fang Plover looked at the shattered shadow of Jalapea on the ground.

"But if you can leave this place, we will know soon. See you in the last scene, Dragon of Gold, and you will soon understand who of us is right and who is wrong."

"We'll see." Long Zhijin looked at him and said viciously. She took a step back and spread her wings slightly behind her.

"You will not leave us, Lord Nicol Bolas." the courier screamed in horror, no longer as calm as before.

But Dragon Gold looked at him with disgust: "Unfortunately, I am not Nicol Bolas, and she will not save you."

As she spoke, she spread her wings and flew into the sky. The dome underground suddenly cracked open, and she flew away from the gap there.

The entire underground hall seemed to be starting to collapse.

A large rock fell from the ceiling, falling right on top of the messenger, burying him under a cloud of flying dust.

The four walls of the hall collapsed, and a road surrounded by smoke and fog appeared behind it.

The remaining Dragon Worshipers turned around in panic and rushed into the mist. The Sea of ​​the Undead followed closely behind and also rushed in.

The underground hall turned into an open square.

Fang Yu recognized the surrounding scene as part of the Shangcheng Avenue, and they returned to this place again. The flames were burning, and the firelight reflected everyone's face.

He turned back.

Seeing Parker trembling and running out of the corner, he seemed to want to run to Sylvide for comfort, but was kicked away by the maid.

Fang Yu shook his head and said to Hu Di, who was covered in blood: "Go and pick up Miss Xisi."

Hu Di was stunned for a long time before asking: "Am I incompetent, Ed?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Fang Yu was speechless: "You have to ask Miss Xisi."

Hu Di turned his head blankly.

The girl lay weakly on the ground and looked at him with gentle eyes.

Miss Spoon also walked over not far away, her black fur was like a piece of shiny satin under the firelight, her tail was curled, and she rubbed his calf affectionately.

Hu Di cried and hugged the girl.

"Don't cry, Hu Di, it looks so ugly when you cry." Xisi said with a weak smile.
To be continued...