Everyone: Level 0 Start Enhanced 18th Style Blade Jakka

One step.

Step out of the Judgment Burning Array.

Accustomed to the pain of soul burning, Kriven even likes it a little.

The four knights of Mercedes-Benz and their horses are now just four piles of slag with black smoke.

Odworth's soul is close to nothingness, his eyes are empty and lifeless, and his soft silver hair has lost its luster.

The long time has confirmed Kriven's victory. Even if all the souls of the people of a country are exhausted, the balance of victory cannot be tilted.

The back is cold. It's not because of the temperature.

Since he committed suicide, Odworth can no longer feel the temperature.

The souls of the people have become the fuel to maintain the Judgment Burning Array. In this contest with a huge difference in numbers, Kriven's soul strength is still higher, but not much higher.

Odworth can feel Kriven's weakness after he walked out of the formation. If the formation lasts a little longer, Kriven will definitely be burned into a shell.

"The thousand-year-old feud should come to an end, right, King Aldworth?!"

The surging breath was burned, and Kriven covered his heart with one hand. On his painful and ferocious face, there was a pair of extremely excited eyes.

A king who can ignore the country for the sake of his beloved woman is undoubtedly a derelict king.

A king who can't bear the weight of the crown is worse than a dog!

Unexpectedly, Aldworth actually collected all the souls of his dead people...Kriven thought of these unexpected changes and kicked the stone under his feet fiercely.

In an instant, he laughed again.

"…That's right! King Odworth, if you hadn't collected those souls, how could I crush Direk so easily?"

Creven pressed Odworth's forehead and whispered: "Oh~ By the way, I assimilated the original body of the evil god. The chaotic balance you see is faked by me!"

"Thanks to you, I can remove the impurities in my soul that belong to Direk. Hehehe, Odworth, how can I thank you?"

"As a husband, your beloved wife was killed, and you have been resenting a saint who sincerely helped you find the murderer for thousands of years; as a king, none of your people were spared, and the inheritance of ten thousand years was destroyed in your hands;"

"As an enemy... Oh no, my dear king, you are my favorite enemy!"

Killing people and destroying their hearts is nothing more than this.

The revenge full of faith helped the enemy complete the transformation. Odworth opened his mouth, and the roar of regret only appeared a little bit, and Creeven's hand was already pressed down.

It was like pressing a sponge full of water. There was resistance, but it was very small.

Kriven coughed lightly a few times, his eyes crossed thousands of miles of space, penetrated the barrier of the rock layers, and in an instant saw Michelle sitting cross-legged.

He turned around and waved his sleeves.

The wind rose.

The four piles of dregs were blown away in an instant.

The Wall of Sighs was completely broken, and Kriven breathed a sigh of relief.

Chaos is the balance between light and darkness. There must be an equal amount of holiness and an equal amount of evil.

No matter which side increases, it will inevitably bring about an uncontrollable imbalance.

If the saints gain the upper hand, it will be fine. Kriven has been a saint for more than a thousand years and knows how to suppress it.

The essence of the evil god is destruction and restlessness. Once the balance is broken, it will destroy the opposing saint's power at all costs.

It's unfortunate.

Behind the Wall of Sighs is the original body of the evil god, the masterpiece of the sages of the ancient country in the center of the earth who have spent their entire lives.

Odworth just burned the self-consciousness in the power of the evil god, and what was left was the power as obedient as a sheep.

"Teacher Michel, this is what is called destiny! You will always be mine, and we will be like one person."

The body became hot and completely unbearable.

It was not that he wanted to do some passionate exercise, but simply the most primitive desire of the body.

Possession!

"You must have heard what I said, teacher! Brother Lafayette and the others... You have been with them in this place without sunlight for hundreds of years, and it's my turn, right?"

"Teacher, teacher, teacher! I'm coming, are you ready?"

Crivin was as happy as a three-year-old child who had eaten candy for the first time, jumping and chasing more candy.

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Click!

The bright black standard military boots were not over the knees, and the slender calves were smooth and soft.

Stepping on the unfamiliar land, the hot and smelly air made her eyebrows frown slightly.

Taking off the round-frame sunglasses and the uniform that he had always worn, he began to search in the ruins of the Wall of Sighs.

The magic sword Apophil passed through the space crack, and the smiling skeleton laughed creepily.

"Our military leader Violet actually has the time to find things by herself. I must sigh at the magic of fate!"

"Heh - what else? Who can I rely on? A laughing skeleton? Or a crazy puppy?"

Kicking the boulder away, Violet finally saw the notebook buried at the bottom of the ruins.

Evil God?

Such a weak product, on her planet, is just a common thing, and she can just send troops to kill it.

The really interesting thing is that these short-sighted sages can actually create evil gods!

You know, evil gods are equal to disasters, although the former is much weaker than the latter. If evil gods can be created and enslaved, does it also mean that elemental disasters can be created and enslaved?

"It's a pity that the restriction of the Wall of Sighs can only be broken by royal blood or saints..."

Demon Sword Apophis was urging.

After all, only the gluttonous Warwick is left, and he might actually be able to make those tender-skinned two-legged sheep into elastic and moist ham!

Verlia looked around the ruins, redressed and left.

Peace has returned to the ruins of the ancient country in the center of the earth.

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Su Mu opened the title and looked at the attributes, but she was not happy at all.

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[The sigh of the ruined royal power]

Quality: Legend

Attributes: Strength +30, Intelligence +50, Physical strength +50, Agility +50, All attribute resistance +50

Effect:

[King of Ruin]: When attacking the same target continuously, there is a 25% chance of launching [Ruin], stealing 10% of all attributes of the target. The effect lasts for 10 seconds, and the cooling time is 5 seconds.

Introduction: My love, where are you across the millennium? -The wail of a ruined king.

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The attribute bonus of this title is not much, and it has the effect of stealing attributes.

The stolen entry should be understood as reducing the target's attributes and adding them to oneself.

Moreover, there is a constant possibility of reducing the opponent's all attributes by 20% within 5 seconds. The effect will be particularly significant when facing an opponent with strong attributes!

But……

Su Mu looked at the reminder of the fifth mission and said quietly:

"The mission has been completed, why are there no mission items?"

Damn it!

Without the mission items, my mission has not been completed!

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