The wooden square table was gently knocked by the knuckles of Ivan's right hand.

Following her movements, a mysterious silver-white ripple appeared on the table.

Immediately, a dark gap about thirty centimeters long opened at the location where it was struck.

Ivan put his hand into it without hesitation and took out a wooden scepter with countless white growth rings on the outer cover.

As he took the scepter, Ivan showed a knowing smile.

That extremely confident expression, as if she had everything in the world at her fingertips, moved someone on the side.

Knight Chiyue stood quietly on Ivan's side, hesitating for a long time.

Finally, when the dark gap returned to nothingness, she took off her standard metal helmet, revealing her beautiful black hair.

In this well-organized team of knight guards, she is the only knight with clear eyes and the ability to move freely.

But like Wang He, she was not given a special color. In other words, someone concealed this color.

She slowly raised her hand, pointed the weapon in her hand at Ivan, and asked a question that had been plaguing her mind for the past few days.

"Lophis, why did you prepare these things?"

The palm of her hand holding the sword was trembling.

Ivan's smile just now made her really feel that there was some kind of fundamental threat to her life.

That is man's instinctive fear of beings beyond human thinking.

She knew in her heart that even if the questions she asked were meaningless, she had to speak.

Otherwise, even the last psychological line of defense will be completely defeated by the existence itself.

After hearing this, Ivan was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. She placed the scepter gently on the table, looked at Chiyue with interest, and said, "Don't worry. I'm just playing a small game with a friend I haven't seen for a long time.

.”

"As the one who gave me these eyes, he has more obligation than anyone else to witness the ending I wrote. Am I right? His newly recruited little knight of the faithless." She said to Chiyue with a smile.

These words.

The meaning of those words was unclear, but every word seemed to hit the deepest part of Chiyue's heart.

Maybe, she will never be able to forget what she saw before her in this life.

Chi Yue looked at that innocent smile like a child and shuddered for no reason.

The opponent's ability is so powerful that it transcends reason, and can even reverse the rules for using power.

It was as if the world itself was created by the other party. She had tried to resist, but the result was the current situation.

Here, she cannot use or connect to the power of the Disaster Dragon at all, and can only rely on pure physical strength to wield the weapon.

The two are not in the same level of strength at all.

The reason why he called the other person Lophis was because when she woke up from her confusion, she accidentally learned the strange fact that "there is actually no difference between Ivan and Lophis".

They are like two sides of a piece of paper with different patterns.

coexist, but are differentiated.

One body, yet divided into two.

That is a legendary ability called "incarnation" that only gods can possess.

What's even more frightening is that the other party doesn't seem to shy away from letting her know about this. Rather, it seems more like he intends to let her know this.

The only clue she could find was that Ivan (Lophis) in front of her seemed to have some kind of already existing and irreconcilable conflict with Wang He.

…

Outside the city wall, the Demon King threw the question he had just been thinking about to Wang He:

"The problem is: a super-standard combat unit like a god usually stays behind the scenes. Why would it personally pull a little person like me directly into its stage this time? This has never happened before.

.”

Wang He shook his head after hearing this: "Pull in? No, no, you made a mistake. We have been on this stage from the beginning. Think about it, why are you here?"

"Is it because of Lophis...could it?" the Demon King replied hesitantly.

"Yes. When one day, you go somewhere without knowing it, discover something, experience something, you think it is a special encounter with destiny. Sorry, that is not the case." At this point,

, Wang He suddenly stopped and looked at the square and the location of the inner castle.

"Now, until the sun completely sets tomorrow, it is our free time. We can do nothing. We can also let go and do anything. We just need to accompany it to perform this stage play to the end, and the answer will inevitably appear.

.”

Following his line of sight, the Demon King saw a sneaky figure running towards the city gate from a distance.

Taking a closer look, he saw that he was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He looked completely unkempt. He was carrying a small cloth bag and looked around as if he was extremely wary.

The moment he noticed Wang He, he suddenly seemed extremely nervous. Then, as if he had gained courage, he finally chose to walk over slowly.

"Is he the 'fallen prince' that those knights called him? I see, I think I understand what you mean." The Demon King seemed to have thought of something after seeing the man, as if he suddenly realized something.

Wang He nodded, stood up and went to greet him.

"Don't kill me! I'm not your enemy!" As soon as Wang He approached, the middle-aged man shouted and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

After Wang He kept a steady pace and approached a certain distance, he suddenly stopped.

He pointed to the city gate behind and asked, "Do you want to leave here?"

After hearing this, the other party immediately raised his head and nodded to Wang He as if he saw a savior.

Those eyes, in addition to unconcealable fear, were also mixed with something called the desire to survive.

"Yes! I must leave here as soon as possible. According to the prophecy of that damn lord, I will die suddenly in that square before the sun sets tomorrow! Please! I don't want to die yet, I can give everything I can provide

Leave it all to you!"

When Wang He saw this, he smiled and said nothing, as if he was waiting for something.

When the middle-aged man saw this situation, his expression suddenly became extremely anxious. He gritted his teeth and carefully took out something that was covered with a layer of black linen from his bag with a horrified expression.

.

As the black hemp was quickly opened, the middle-aged man's voice also reached Wang He's ears.

"This scepter is a necessary tool for the lord to perform rituals..."

However, at this moment, Wang He didn't care at all about anything the middle-aged man said.
Chapter completed!