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The King of the Temple of Flame.

Although Aaron did not know the other party's name and background, just the owner of an ordinary temple was not qualified to face him.

In the vision, the other party's red robe soaked in sweat tightly wrapped around his strong and symmetrical body.

At this moment, he turned his uneasy eyes, and his pretty face, which was red in white, shining like oil paint.

Two dark, slender eyebrows are raised vigorously and are curved into shape when they reach the top.

A pair of eyes, which were as dark as ripe grapes, swept smartly and alertly at the hall full of killing atmosphere. His right hand naturally reached under his clothes, his sweaty palm gently held the hilt of his waist. However, it was frozen and he could not even move his fingers.

The Temple of Darkness and Death, as an existence that runs alongside the Temple of Light and Great Ran, is the so-called God of Death.

She was wearing a high-waisted red fishtail skirt, with a smooth hem swaying behind her legs, revealing her sexy and seductive white calves.

Walking on a pair of dark silver shoes with exposed toes, a red hair tied high and fixed by a row of gem hair accessories, showing nobility, revealing its elegant neck and sexy collarbone.

In Aaron's sight, in the wide open eyes of "Death", his scarlet and bright eyes slowly swam, his plump chin slightly raised, and his inside was full of vigilance and astonishment.

Obviously, she didn't expect that a real demigod could waving such a bond at will. At least, this was something that a pseudo-demigod could not do in any way.

"I have to say, you are very bold." Staring at the scarlet pseudo-demigod below the stage, Aaron's mouth slightly raised, looking very interested.

It has to be admitted that the "God of Death" has secretly regretted his recklessness and arrogance. The assassination plan originally reached with the King of the Flame Temple is not possible to continue to be implemented.

After all, the other party is a demigod with three temples. This incredible point has been confirmed with his own eyes.

In the white conference hall, the existence of a god of war was known as the God of War, a young man with a faint indifference all over his body stood in the backlight.

He lowered his head and covered the exquisite king hoop. Under the fluorescent light, there was a circle of dazzling light reflected on the young man's clear-level silver hair.

With a cold and rebellious look, thin single phoenix eyes, under the bridge of the high nose are two thin lips with pride.

The most eye-catching thing is that his body immediately surrounded him, four dark swords floating, and his silver eyes shone with sharp light.

"What kind of power has given you courage and confidence, so arrogant that you want to sit at the negotiating table with a demigod with two holy cities and one holy temple?"

The king of the Temple of Flame was futile even when he opened his lips, and Aaron's words were directly directed at the god of death.

"The other party is more powerful than imagined and controls everything in this hall. The God of War... is dangerous and cunning." He found that the six major managers of the Temple of Death brought him were all crawling on the ground and trembling. The God of Death thought so in his heart.

Under the huge pressure and hesitating for two insignificant seconds, she raised her head and changed her words secretly.

"Under the Great God of War, you have the authority of the entire earth. The misunderstandings about the sunset plains. Please allow me to offer my sincerest apology to represent the ultimate dark and silence city."

The god of death bent slightly. The design of the strapless skirt on her body showed a white and plump radiant at this moment.

Unfortunately, this seemingly unintentional act had no appeal to Aaron. "Before talking to the God of War, you should first report your humble name."

"Zinia!" The god of death's eyes flashed and he replied slowly.

"Very good. Tell me what you are going to pay! At the same time, tell me the price you are going to pay." Aaron asked bluntly.

"The armistice with the Western Continent. The Legion of Nirvana will not intervene in the war between the two demigods..."

At the beginning, Aaron's lips had a perfect angle, and he seemed to have a smile at any time. This smile seemed to make the sun shine suddenly clear away the darkness from the clouds. However, as the voice of the god of death Zinia gradually became unstable, his face quickly became cold.

When he noticed that Zinia's figure gradually turned into a phantom, Aaron's long silver hair stood up automatically, and a layer of cold vine armor was quickly covered with his body, and a long arc-shaped blade on his waist, plus two daggers.

"Wind-type Temple skill - 'Storm'!"

Huhu———

"Faced with the hurricane!"

With a whistle, when the hurricane disappears, it is finally one step slower.

When Aaron stood firm, Zinia's mouth was filled with a wicked smile and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a rampant smile and meaningful, intriguing, declaring war on the entire continent, "Only the dark Holy City of Nirvana is above the peak of the seven temples. The end of the living is coming, and the era of the dead is finally coming, prepare to cry!... Thank you for helping me kill the king of the Fire-type Temple so that I can achieve this wish. The Fire-type Temple is about to turn into the key to the ultimate power of the Holy City of Nirvana."

Wait until the other party's lingering sound gradually disappears.

Aaron had noticed that the king of the Temple of Flame and the six people in cloaks had their eyes bleed and died in the shackles of the ultimate skill of the Holy City of Void.

Obviously, although they knew the king of the Temple of Flame and Zinya, who owned the city of dark and destruction, they did not know each other.

The death of the King of the Flame Temple did not bring benefits to the Spartan Empire.

"Only by occupying the Temple of Flame can you take it for yourself. Zinya obviously knows the location of the Temple of Flame. Now, it seems that she has done the God of Death a favor..."

Aaron couldn't help but rub his eyebrows. The lack of a lot of information can only be gradually improved through reasoning and thinking.

Facing the corpses, he sat down, entered the sea like a fish, temporarily forgot the passage of time. Until the war drums and loud military horns came outside, he heard the warning sounds of the sky.

"Under the God of War, the air force from the Central Empire, invaded the northern continent from the sky!"

Hearing the guards' report, Aaron immediately came to his senses.

His eyelashes were covered with a thick shadow under his eyes, and his eyebrows that flew into his temples were faintly visible under the cover of the king's hoop.

"The irrelevant things that happened today seem to make the situation in the entire Central Continent more and more interesting." He saw a playful smile on his lips, revealing a bit of coldness. Then he tilted his head indifferently, and his smile spread on his face, "No matter what happens, no matter what the enemy the empire is about to face, the millions of warriors of the empire will be fearless!"

"Order Kratos to convene the army and go out of the city to fight!!!"
Chapter completed!