Diorkuz stood there and his face turned cold, and he raised his hand and waved it backwards.

The black flame climbed up the waving arms and ignited a raging black fire.

The fierce black fire did not hurt Diorkuz's body, just like clothes attached to Diorkuz's arms.

"Freya."

Diorkuz looked ahead with his eyes, calling Freya's name in his mouth.

It seemed as if it was awakening the dead Freya, and awakening her soul that was sleeping in Freya's heart.

In the evening, the phantom of Freya's long hair flashed behind Diorkuz. At the same time, the space behind Diorkuz ripples, and countless weapons radiating light were some strange-shaped weapons.

At this moment, Diorkuz stood in the entire field like a god of war.

His eyes were coldly staring at everything ahead.

"So...got bye."

Diorkuz looked at the hooligan in front of him coldly and said softly.

His arm, which was attached to Black Fire, slowly pointed ahead and pointed gently at the void.

Next moment!
Chapter completed!