hero?it must be me

"Do you have any idea?"

"Is it possible to use the remaining magic power reserves to strengthen the Great Temple?"

"--Humph."

In the temple, Osmandis, who stood up from the throne, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Huh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Good! It's you!"

He flung his arms open.

"Tongyu thought of a piece!"

Nitocris, who had listened to the entire conversation between Zheng Qi and Osmandis, was at a loss. She couldn't understand for a while. The two people who talked like they were talking to themselves, what happened in these few short sentences? What kind of consensus was reached in the words.

Zheng Qi looked down at her.

"...I won't talk nonsense."

Stretching out his left hand, Zheng Qi sent Nitocris to the Great Temple.

The solid outer wall was like a mirage at the moment, easily passed through by Zheng Qi's palm, and when Zheng Qi withdrew his left hand, Nitocris had disappeared.

Osmandis has brought her back to the hall.

Immediately, the great temple under Zheng Qi's feet suddenly flickered.

The huge magic power is once again turbulent in the countless ritual circuits buried in the temple.

This layer upon layer of turbulent torrents of magical power even seeped out from the golden bricks, swirling and expanding around the entire Great Temple at high speed.

At this moment, the huge magic power that is violently rolling with the Great Temple as the core is bursting out wantonly with a dazzling brilliance that seems to cover up the sun's brilliance.

That fierce posture seems to be interpreting the life of the sun king Osmandis.

Not as a spokesman for the sun and the gods—

Instead, as the sun and the gods themselves, rule the world!

That's right!

At this moment, that majestic Great Temple has turned into a unique scorching sun wheel in the sky!

——And Zheng Qi has already stretched out his hands and grabbed the unique sun! !

"Lion King, you won the battle of treasures, but I can't lose this match!"

In the temple, Osmandis, whose figure became more and more transparent, held his head high, with joy and anticipation in his eyes.

At this moment, Nitocris, who was beside him, finally realized what Zheng Qi and Osmandis were going to do.

"My king! If this is the case, then I will help you! Even if I want to dedicate my soul to the god of the underworld, I must protect the king's residence until the end—"

"unnecessary."

Nitocris was taken aback by Osmandis' crisp words.

"... Pharaoh?"

"You have worked hard, enough."

Osmandis turned his back to Nitocris.

His voice clearly fell into Nitocris' ears amidst the howling torrent of magic power.

"Besides, if you are taken away by the underworld, it will be very troublesome. Although Yu hates that dark country, if Zheng Qi really makes a big fuss about the underworld, Yu will also have a headache."

"But……"

"It was fun, don't you think so, Nitocris."

"..."

"Is there anything you want to talk to him about?"

"..."

"Don't push yourself too hard, heh, but, whatever, Yu has no position to lecture you on shyness."

Osmandis turned slightly.

There was a satisfied smile on his almost transparent face.

"I'm about to rest, so you too, Pharaoh Nitocris."

"...Yes, Pharaoh."

A soft smile appeared on Nitocris's face.

Osmandis turned away.

The smile on his face once again showed wantonness and wildness.

Just like when Zheng Qi met!

"Sun Monument! The pyramid in charge of the universe! Yu's tomb, Yu's brilliance, I leave it to you!"

"Zheng Qi—"

The pride is burning.

The thunder galloped, and the scorching flames blazed.

The energy full of Zheng Qi's strong will, using Zheng Qi's arms as a bridge, instantly rendered the scorching sun transformed into the great temple into his own color!

Rolling thunder entangled, raging fire swelled, at this moment, towards the isolated tower at the end, the steel giant raised high the unique round of scorching sun above the sky!

"Give!!"

"I (I)!!!"

"—Smash!!!!!!"

The roar of Zheng Qi and Osmandis should have been a melody like a duet, but at this moment it seems like an impassioned solo!

next moment--

A deafening bang.

Brilliant glare.

There is also turmoil that seems to overthrow the world.

Is Kuafu finally catching up with the scorching sun?

Or did Gonggong hit Buzhou Mountain in a fit of anger?

Do not!

It's him! !

At this moment, at the end of this world where humanity is dying, a brand new myth has been written!

——It was Zheng Qi who knocked down the tower at the end that deprived people of happiness and future! ! !

-

"...how is it possible?"

Tristan's eyes widened.

When the brilliance and loud noise disappeared, what disappeared together was the wall of light surrounding the royal city.

The tower at the end of the Lion King has collapsed!

Even if Tristan didn't want to believe it, the truth was so clearly before his eyes.

That tower, the tower of light that represented salvation and hope in the eyes of the knights of the Lion King, was majestically smashed to pieces by Zheng Qi, who was holding the scorching sun!

Along with it, the hearts and minds of many fighters in the holy capital were also fragmented.

In their minds, the supreme and invincible Lion King suffered such a heavy blow for the first time in front of them.

Witnessing the disintegration of the tower at the end also shook their will to fight.

When people recovered from the destructive movement, the morale of the two warring parties suddenly showed a more obvious gap between strength and weakness.

After all, even Tristan was shaken at this moment.

"Well!"

Keenly aware of an abnormality in the direction of flow, Tristan, who escaped from the shock, quickly retreated, and once again distanced himself from Hassan.

"Tsk, is the time too short?"

Baimao glanced at the cursed wrist that had retracted from the shadows again.

The previous confrontation had exposed the problem that poison was ineffective against Tristan, so in the battle plan against Tristan drawn up by Hassans, it was not Quiet, but the cursed arm that was responsible for the end.

But if you want to kill someone like Tristan with one blow, even the momentary distraction just now is difficult to use as a breakthrough.

The reason is distance.

Tristan has always maintained a distance where it is difficult for the magic wrist to lock him through the treasure.

The curse wrist noticed Tristan's flaw at that moment just now, but before he had time to unfold the treasure, Tristan noticed the abnormality.

Quite a pity.

However, although Tristan was not injured, the cursed wrist achieved his second goal.

"Hurry up and go!"

Baimao urged Lixiang and the others: "Leave this to us!"

Yes.

The destruction of the Wall of Light means that Lixiang and the others can continue to march towards the royal city.

Moreover, since Zheng Qi has smashed the exterior of the Holy Spear, it means that Zheng Qi has probably entered the royal city first at this moment!

This point, Hassan Lixiang and the others could think of it, and Tristan naturally thought of it too.

After reacting, he was just about to try to stop Lixiang and the others, but was forced to stop by several Baimao and Jingjing who rushed forward.

If his hands are still alive, he can still think about whether to try his best to keep Lixiang and the others, or turn around and go to Wangcheng to help the Lion King and Ageguiwen deal with Zheng Qi.

But now he is one-armed.

Losing a hand has a great impact on an archer. If Tristan's [bow] is not extraordinary, he only needs to pull the demon string, I am afraid he will work harder now.

However, even so, it would be very difficult for the three Hassans to take him down.

"Pfft."

The three Baimao were divided into two by the whistling sonic blade.

"...I don't have time to play around with you."

Tristan said quietly.

Hearing this, Baimao sneered.

"Are you in a hurry? Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry anyway."

While speaking, more clones of various appearances emerged from the shadows.

They spoke in unison.

"We are not in a hurry."

Chapter 415 Chapter 110 Five: To kill you

Another sword!

Gao Wen suddenly chopped down the holy sword in his hand.

"Chong!"

However, it was that weird feeling again, coming from the hilt of the sword.

This powerful and heavy sword was easily deflected aside by the jet-black big sword.

Fortunately, this was not the first time that Gao Wen encountered such a situation in this duel.

Gao Wen, who had been on guard for a long time, was ready when he slashed out the sword. Leng Shi stopped the tilting trend of his upper body with extraordinary waist and leg strength the moment the holy sword in his hand was deflected.