Him and their stars

In a master's duel, such distraction is a fatal mistake that must not be allowed. Although the "Past Master" in the past had never regarded the Red King as his opponent on the same level, at this time, a gap appeared in his heart, and there were flaws in his defense. Even the black shadow he transformed into appeared. There are psychic nodes that can be directly attacked by opponents.

King Wilente, who lacks combat experience, may not be able to seize this opportunity, but the shields surrounding him seize this opportunity like elite warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles and have a keen sense of smell.

The beam of light, like dragon's breath, pierced into his defensive barrier.

The eredar elves' roars became weaker and weaker, turning into desperate moans: "I...I can't fight anymore. I give up. I...my body has collapsed. I am too old, I'm just a weak old man. Don't kill me, please, Your Highness. Please forgive me, Mr. Future, I have been carrying out your teachings, I..."

His pleas were eventually lost under the bright dragon flames, and the lightning and shadows disappeared, leaving only the body of a bloody Eredar elf, slowly languishing on the ground. His hands twitched, trying to grasp the land beneath his feet, but could not grasp anything. In the end, he could only die silently with endless reluctance.

This time, one of the Time Lords of the World Serpent is really dead.

"Is this the end of the organization's 113th 'past'? In the end, it didn't leave any dignity for itself!" The spellbreaker looked at the corpse, with the first trace of sadness in his eyes.

"His desire to survive is comparable to the death regiments recruited from the Heeros sector. This alone is worthy of admiration." King Wilente let out a sigh full of respect, his breath weak. Obviously, in the short battle just now, the "Past Master" lost his life, but the victory of the Emperor Selection, which relied on krypton gold, also consumed a lot of money.

But even so, the respect in his words was very sincere, and he seemed to be really sad for his opponent's death. If a third person had arrived at this time, they would have lamented what a glorious and noble knightly battle it was! It is a pity for the loser, but the winner is also a noble and sincere example of a warrior.

The boy who was the incarnation of the law breaker glanced at the other party: "There are only two of us here, so there is no need to set up such a persona, right?"

"Then my point of view is slightly different from yours. I may be playing a certain persona, but since I have already done it, I must do it perfectly and maintain my state at all times. I must not relax on myself just because no one else is present. The request. If I don't show any flaws at any time, I can maintain this state at any time. Why should others say that King Valente is not a perfect knight example?" His smile still contained compassion.

"It is said that the Tirero people are only willing to follow heroes who are dignified, upright, and talented. However, who can define grandeur, and who can define heroes?"

"Abnormal!" the lawbreaker sighed.

"Excuse me." King Wilent smiled.

"But when perversion reaches this level, it is already an art." His expression was very complicated, half showing contempt for perverts, and half showing admiration for masters.

"If you praise me like this, even if you are as shameless as me, you will feel a little embarrassed." King Wilent said: "In addition, I promise to the spirit of the universe that I really admire the fairness of the past."

"Me too. This respectable old eredar warrior has been the past father-in-law of the World Serpent for nearly two hundred years. Before I was born, he was actually the true leader of this organization. The leader." The lawbreaker said quietly:

"He is managing the organization the way he did back then. We are building our own professional army, absorbing pirates, cult groups and gangs, recruiting peripheral chambers of commerce and mercenary groups, and engaging with inexplicable under-the-table forces from various backgrounds. Cooperation. During the Third Galactic War, the organization that was severely damaged due to the collapse of the Eloran Empire did recover during this period. Our strength even exceeded that before the Galactic War."

"I also joined during this era. Most of the executive officers, as well as those on the periphery of the organization, indeed only recognized his leadership." King Wilente still had reverence in his voice: "In the gap between the empire and the alliance His leadership has been evident in growing the organization to this size. Guaranteed to the spirit of the universe, I have learned a lot."

"But, is this kind of organization still an organization?" the lawbreaker whispered.

There was also an obvious sigh in King Wilente's voice: "The strength of the organization has expanded, but the touch left unknowingly has also increased. When it is the strongest, it also becomes the strongest. When he is weak. Perhaps, this is why the 'Ms. Now' and some of the Thirteen-faced Lords don't like him very much. This also constitutes a weakness."

"This weakness is gone. We did pay a huge price, but it is gone." The young man incarnated as a lawbreaker turned around and looked at King Wilente up and down, with a youthful smile and eyes. But it means a lot.

King Wilente suddenly felt that he was like a prey being targeted by a prostrate beast. He felt frightened for a moment, but as a master of character and performance, his face did not change at all and remained unchanged. With calmness and demeanor, he said in a calm tone: "As you can see, I am very weak. The Yangyan Dragon may allow me to live for a few more minutes, but I no longer have the physical strength to operate the Soul-Bending Shield. If you want to take action now, I have no room for resistance."

"I won't do that. You won this honorary duel and you should enjoy this moment." The lawbreaker smiled and said: "How about it, as a warrior, the feeling of succeeding in the first leapfrog challenge is still the same. Isn’t it wonderful?”

"It's a great sense of accomplishment, but other than that, there is nothing wonderful, only sadness and lamentation. This is my true thought. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway." King Wilente said.

"Well, when a person's acting skills are so superb that he can even deceive himself, he is considered a master." The spellbreaker once again showed an expression that was half contempt and half admiration.

He immediately changed his solemn expression, like a priest leading believers to pray to the gods: "Then, King Red... No, His Highness King Wilente, I will convey him to you as the representative of the master. message."

King Wilente stopped smiling, and for the first time there was obvious fear and nervousness on his face, as if he was about to go to see his king. He took a deep breath and seemed to bite his tongue before finally regaining his composure. A reserved and dignified smile was clearly visible on his face, which was the result of hard training.

But at this time, what came out of the spellbreaker's mouth was a voice he had never heard before.

"Thank you for your hard work, His Highness King Wilente. You gave my assistant the end of his honor, and also gave me the opportunity to make a breakthrough. This is a win-win result."

The sound was peaceful and ethereal, indistinguishable between male and female. It had divine majesty, but was also indescribably weird. King Valente never thought that it was the sound disguised by the spellbreaker. He did not think that existing technology and psychic techniques could simulate such an incomprehensible sound.

That shouldn't be the voice of a mortal.

"In front of you, I really don't deserve an honorific title." King Weirent said. He suddenly felt that just to maintain the basic decency of the empire to elect an emperor in the face of this general's will was already trying his best.

"You're welcome. When you make your choice, we have changed from superiors and subordinates in the organization to a cooperative relationship." There seemed to be a little more smile in the indescribable will and voice, and he relaxed. He said slowly: "I agree to let Miss Magician inherit the status of 'Past Father', and of course I also agree to you inheriting the legacy of 'Past'."

"Thank you for your grace." King Valente put his arm on his chest and bowed his head in salute. The gratitude in his tone was not sanctimonious at all. It sounded as if he was scared out of his wits.

"After this, the World Snake will enter a new era, and we will also enter the dormant period. I hope there will be a chance to meet again. So, don't stay here, Your Highness..."

Wait, this is different from what was promised! King Valente wanted to express his dissent, but he always felt as if his throat was being strangled by something, and for a while he even lost the courage to speak out.

When he felt that he had exhausted all his courage for the rest of his life and finally raised his head reluctantly, that will had already left. All he saw was the innocent boy-like smile of the Spellbreaker.

"This is not different from the agreement." King Wilent stood up and said.

"From today on, you are no longer a member of the World Serpent." The lawbreaker answered the question and bowed: "Your Highness, I wish you a bright future."

King Wilente smiled bitterly and said: "I have begun to regret it now. But, as a pervert...ah, as a politician who takes the acting route, I absolutely cannot regret it, right?"

"Regret represents hesitation, and hesitation represents weakness. Weakness is the most fatal weakness of a leader. No matter which route you take, as long as you still have some thoughts about the supreme throne and power, you really cannot regret it. At least it cannot let you Your followers, as well as your potential allies and investors, will see regret."

"Hehehehe, I also have different opinions on this statement, but since it is what you said, just accept it." King Wilente bowed slightly: "Then, after this, will the organization be my ally or me? Where are the investors?”

"Hahaha, maybe he's a mercenary?"

Before King Valente's face froze, the Law Breaker added: "Yes, you will know it once you experience it. In the history of cosmic civilization of this generation, there will never be mercenaries who pay more attention to the spirit of contract than us. Yes. If everything goes well from now on, Ms. 'Now' will communicate with you and discuss future options with you."

King Wilente felt that he really had thousands of vulgar words that he wanted to express, but he always felt that if he said it now, he would definitely lose.

At this time, the law breaker had handed over a chip-shaped transaction: "According to the instructions of my only master, I did some tricks on the spiritual treasure house of 'Past Master'. When he died, his spiritual treasure house was no longer there. It will collapse, and only the strongest layer of soul defense will be lost. There should be what you want here. You may be able to make an agreement with that little master, or you may be able to steer the situation of the universe in the direction you want. "

King Wilente pondered for a moment, and then put a reserved and joyful expression on his face.

"...Did your character tell you that you should be happy now, that's why you reacted like this?" the lawbreaker asked with interest.

"I just don't know how much valuable heritage is left in this fortress. Even the beheading of the fallen 'Past Duke' will be snatched away by my niece, but I don't know that the heritage in this fortress will be with them." After searching, how much can be left?”

"...Uh, it sounds like King Suliuka is less like a dragon king and more like a well-trained bandit?"

"No, this actually makes him more like an upright Dragon King!" King Wilente actually showed an envious look. With his way of maintaining his personality when no one is around, it is not easy for him to reveal his true feelings like this:

"After all, things did not develop as I imagined at the beginning, and even I would feel very hurt. However, the more times like this, the more you have to smile, just smile is enough. Otherwise, wouldn't it be Will Brunhild regard him as a joke?" King Wilent asked.

The feudal king immediately saw that the "young man" opposite him was pondering for a moment, and then gave him two thumbs up in amazement again. But then, a burst of spiritual energy suddenly emerged. This power is as gentle as a spring breeze, without any sense of murderous aura, and even has a refreshing and refreshing feeling.

But then, the spiritual energy strangled his throat like an invisible fist, almost suffocating him.

As a result, King Wilente passed out neatly on the spot.

The youngest elected emperor of the Holy Galactic Empire, and the youngest minister of the Privy Council, King Suliuka Brunhil was standing there, looking at the person who appeared in front of him in surprise.

The place where she is now should be in the deep space at the bottom of the fortress, in a corridor that seems to have appeared in the last era of mythology. At the end of the aisle beside her was a bronze-colored door full of ancient charm. The door is made of unknown ancient metal materials inlaid with complex patterns, forming a spiritual array with charm.

The female knights were all fully armed and following King Suliuka, using various drone equipment to detect the surrounding environment.

However, Count Tatier and Judge Swift Wind were not present.

After the former expressed his gratitude and praise to His Highness Brünnhilt, and reached some unspoken tacit understandings, he returned to the army. After all, he is the supreme commander of the Imperial Army. Being out of touch for so long must have put a lot of pressure on his subordinates.

The latter said that his apparent identity is still a "traitor". Even if His Royal Highness King Su is going to restore his honor, he still needs to pay attention to the methods and methods. There is no need to directly stimulate the sensitive nerves of the Privy Council and the Senate. Fortunately, Miss Chief of Staff has made appropriate arrangements. Judge Xunfeng will return to King Suliuka's territory through the "Black Tree Organization" channel, do some leisure work and cultivate himself, and avoid the limelight for a few years.

However, after the two men left, the girls did not evacuate on the spot exactly as Brunhilt said. Instead, through the passage opened by the starlight array, he crossed the physical barrier of the fortress and entered the deepest part of the snake's lair.

However, what she never expected was that she would encounter the person she least wanted to meet in front of the bronze door in the deepest part of the snake den.

Brunhilt sighed: "Are you here? Bai...Yani."