On this page, an old house in Fort Heidra turned into ashes in golden flames and thunder.

It was like the roar of the gods resounded throughout the world.

He has been hidden behind the scenes for decades, and has been a loyal hound, conscientiously hiding in the darkness, willing to become a sharp knife to eradicate all potential dangers for Margaret III, Mata XIII exploded for the first time in his life, bursting out indescribable light and heat.

His strength completely exceeded the layouter's estimate.

The roar of the ‘demigod’ echoed over the Heidra Fort, accompanied by endless despair and horror.

Mata XIII held a wooden spear, and countless golden lightnings tore through the sky, killing an extraordinary existence from the Al organization.

The noble 30th level member waiter will be ashes with just one blow.

The noble archbishop of the 29th-level membership will turn into ashes with just one blow.

The equally noble Bishop of the 28th level member turned into blue smoke with a light blow.

Those 27th-level kings who are in secret, have the power of a party, have the power beyond the ordinary sense of kings and dukes, and have the power and knowledge that are far superior to ordinary people, have the power and knowledge of the level 26 lords, 25th-level planners, 24th-level architects, 23th-level library administrators, 22nd-level sword-holders, etc.

They also had a light spear and they would be completely wiped out in the golden flames and thunder.

The extraordinary and powerful men they trained, built with huge resources, and those powerful warriors of the fifth and sixth level, were unable to even get close to Mata XIII, and they were gone in the golden light fire released by Mata XIII.

A golden light like a small sun shines over Heidra Fort.

The golden light illuminated the Heidra Fort at night, and countless extraordinary people who had extraordinary power flowed in their bodies. The extraordinary people who had not left any impression in Mata Thirteen's mind disappeared without a trace in the golden light.

Outside the city, in the small wooden house, an old man holding a scepter stood at the door, gritting his teeth and looking at Mata XIII hanging high in the sky.

"Heaven, heresy, how can there be such a bold and reckless person?"

"He stole the power of our Lord and the glory of our Lord."

Florence stood behind the old man, looking in awe at the blazing golden light that was venting endless death and destruction.

"I really didn't see that His Highness Mata, who is usually silent, has such power... Ah, respectful Crown, see, is he already..."

The old man pursed his lips and smiled: "That's right, your guess is right. Mata Thirteenth Generation, the peak of the tenth level demigod, can enter that realm at any time... Haha, he should be one of the strongest people in the Medland Continent today..."

Florence sighed lightly: "Poor Lord Shalin, and those brothers, they hit the tip of the knife... This is really the heaviest loss for us Al over the years."

The old man snorted coldly: "I heard the secret joy in your voice. Don't deny it, Florence. Is their death a good thing for you?"

The old man's eyes flashed with golden light, and he looked at Florence coldly: "When the plans of your kings are launched and you are about to harvest the fruits, the waiters and archbishops who are higher than you appear, and they want to seize the fruits of victory... Your heart is full of resentment towards them, and I can clearly sense this."

Florence looked at the old man without fear: "Isn't this your request?"

The old man's eyes flashed.

Florence smiled and said, "So many epics and legendary deaths will inevitably make the entire Medland's 'encompassing'..."

The old man pressed his scepter on the ground with force and made a loud bang: "Enough, Florence, I don't know where you know these taboo knowledge from your level... But, enough. Some things you know, but absolutely shouldn't say."

Florence owed slightly: "So, start the next step?"

The old man frowned and looked at Mata XIII, floating above Heidra Fort: "Don't rush, ferment it slowly... Our plan this time is not allowed to fail. If we cannot succeed this time, we will find it difficult to find a better opportunity in the next few hundred years."

"Another, let's ferment slowly... Anyway, war, death... those dead have nothing to do with us, that's great." The old man murmured coldly: "Only those guys who have suffered enough losses and are still watching will make up their minds and increase their bets."

In the outskirts of Heidra Fort, the castle where Hillman held a sacrificial ceremony was suddenly shrouded in a black and red light.

A shocking "hiss" sound came from the void, and the terrifying waves overwhelmed the roar of Mata XIII and enveloped the entire Heidra Fort.

The black and red light flowed on the ground like magma, outlining a huge magic circle with a diameter of 100 miles, covering most of Hydera Fort. Chaos, turbidity, evil, and twisted consciousness flowed into everyone's minds and washed away their souls.

In the city of Heidra Fort, ordinary people and mortals all fainted and fell to the ground under the impact of this consciousness.

But those who have extraordinary powers.

Even if a serial potion is not taken, the people who simply open up the sea of ​​power have all been summoned or infected by this terrible consciousness.

Their bodies were squirming like big snakes. Black scales continued to grow under their skin, and their bodies gradually lengthened. Some people had huge balls of flesh growing on the back of their necks. Some people's eyes turned into vertical pupils, and their mouths turned into sharp fangs.

Mata XIII roared, holding a spear in his hand, he burst out dozens of spears at the castle in the distance.

The golden thunder tore through the sky and landed fiercely on the black and red light above the castle.

The faint light shook and splashed dozens of ripples.

A sharp roar came from outside the void.

The space above the castle has become a vast area, like a large piece of frosted glass.

Accompanied by the harsh tearing sound, the frosted glass shattered. Through the huge crack, you can see an indescribable, extremely large in size and extremely blurred in detail. You can't see His original body clearly, but His original form is like a red-burned brand iron, directly imprinted in the depths of your soul.

Countless people infected by the terrible will make sharp "hiss" sounds at the same time.

There were more signs of alienation on their bodies.

The rich blood light spewed out from the castle. The golden thunder blasted out by Mata XIII collided with the blood light. The thunder shattered, and the blood light shook slightly, turning into a sticky, trembling and constantly shaking light column, rising straight into the sky.

Hillman's voice resounded through the sky.

"Great Lord of Chaos, Great Lord of Greed, please accept the humble and insignificant offerings of me..."

"May your light come back to the earth."

"May your will, through my hands, make the whole world tremble for it..."

Behind the crack, the unpredictable and indescribable terrifying existence squirmed slightly, and a small earthquake suddenly broke out within a thousand miles of the entire Heidra Fort.

Tumbly gray light fell from the sky and continued to flow into the castle shrouded in evil light.

A black sun rose to the sky and stood side by side with the golden light group transformed by Mata XIII.

Margaret III looked at the castle, and the killing of Helinger in his hand was shaking restlessly.

"Great Hellinger, please follow the ancient covenant and don't bless that damn little boy." Margaret III raised the killing of Hellinger in his hand. The sword spewed out a black divine light, and waves of rifts towards the space above the castle.

"I pray to you in the name of the Lord of the Contemporary Blood of Hydra, and reject all his prayers,"

Margaret III screamed, and countless black scales grew under her fair skin. At the back of her neck, eight black gas surged high, and there was a figure looming on the top of each black gas.

All of these figures are Margaret III.

Some people are getting angry, some are laughing wildly, some are crying, some are treacherous, some are hesitant, some are grinding their teeth and biting their lips...

Among the phantoms of these eight Margaret III are girls, adults, and an old lady with a kind face.

They looked down at Margaret III from a high place, and spoke at the same time, repeating the prayer of Margaret III.

Above the castle, a huge and incredible existence squirmed slightly again.

A clear consciousness appears in the hearts of all those who see Him.

He rejected Margaret III's prayer. He insisted on blessing Hillman. He insisted on letting Hillman grow and become a stronger being than Margaret III.

With chaos, evil, corruption and depravity as the core, He wanted to see a younger, stronger, and more ruthless Hydra, with this little guy as the driving force, let Hydra's breath cover the entire Medland.

Hillman's voice came from afar: "Grandmother, you are old... Since you could have pushed His Majesty Doron down from the throne, then, for granted, when you are old, I can replace you."

Hillman said, and suddenly laughed: "He, I am very happy to see our killing. Don't you know?"

Margaret III's long hair was flying, and the thick black fog was like a sword forest. It kept spraying out from her body, covering the entire Heidra Fort with Senro, and isolated the erosion of that terrible will on Heidra Fort.

"It makes sense." Margaret III laughed wildly: "It makes sense... So, Hillman, I will cut off your head with my own hands to punish you and jump out to make trouble at this time."

"Any means of fighting for the throne are understandable."

"But for this throne, I collude with foreign enemies... Hillman, have you thought of your last words?"

Hillman laughed wildly, and the entire castle collapsed and collapsed in the dark and red light.

The altar and magic circle were exposed.

Also revealed were those members of the Delun Empire royal family who were slaughtered like lambs, paralyzed in the magic circle, and blood was flowing continuously.

Margaret III and Mata XIII's faces suddenly froze.

"Hillman, you deserve to die."
Chapter completed!