King Nun lay quietly on the ground.

His hand was still holding the front end of the giant ax handle tightly, as if it was his lover.

The spikes in the center of the two ax blades penetrated deeply into his chest.

Everyone in the Hall of Heroes watched this scene helplessly.

Surprise, doubt, sadness, mourning, countless emotions are intertwined.

The victor of the duel, Archduke Perfit, was sweating profusely, and his hand on the ax handle slowly slipped.

As his body relaxed, he knelt down next to King Nun, breathing heavily.

Perfit, whose eyes were dull and his chest was heaving, seemed to have experienced a nightmare.

Grand Duke Olesio, who was watching the battle, opened his eyes wide. He looked at the motionless king, and his complicated emotions turned into unspeakable sorrow at that moment.

Grand Duke Ronnie looked sad.

Archduke Lecco seemed to have a heavy burden on his brow.

Trudida shook his head, seeming to express his disdain for this duel.

Thales lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground.

He didn't know what the expressions of Nikolai and Putilai behind him were at this moment.

Damn it.

how so.

He slowly clenched his fists.

King Nun died here...

Who will control Longxiao City?

Who can control Longxiao City?

Who will control Longxiao City?

His thoughts became a mess.

Grand Duke Perfit, who was freed from the duel, half-knelt in front of the king's body, looking in a trance.

Nunn.

Born king.

Noon Walton.

The monarch who ruled Exeter for nearly thirty years.

already……

died.

The young Grand Duke suddenly laughed softly.

"Hahaha……"

He raised his head, his laughter getting louder and weirder, like a morbid lunatic.

"Hahaha……"

Then, the young Grand Duke laughed crazily and suddenly turned his head to look at the witness of the duel - Priest Holm, who represented the goddess of the bright moon.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

His body was shaking with laughter.

The female officiant looked straight back at Perfit, with a pair of graceful eyebrows on her veil calm and unruffled.

Under these eyes, Perfit felt an invisible pressure coming quietly.

His smile gradually faded.

The officiant remained calm as usual and showed no expression.

Perfit stopped smiling, his face slowly sank, and he frowned in confusion.

Thales was shaking his head, thinking hard about his future.

At this moment.

"I see..." Nikolai, the Fallen Starman behind him, suddenly spoke in a low voice.

The next moment, two huge collision sounds came from the field.

"Bang! Pass!"

"Clang!" What followed was the clang of metal falling to the ground!

Thales suddenly woke up from his thoughts.

At the same time, many people in the Heroes Hall exclaimed in disbelief!

Thales raised his head suddenly.

Then his eyes widened and he frowned tightly.

He saw the most incredible scene.

No way.

Thales was so shocked that he even forgot to breathe at that moment.

King Nun, who was supposed to be lying on the ground dead, had already risen from the ground without knowing it!

He in turn pushed Perfit face down to the ground!

The giant ax that had pierced the king's chest fell at their feet, shaking endlessly!

Like everyone else, Thales stared at the scene in front of him in shock and confusion:

The old king of Exeter had a fierce expression and a fierce momentum. His left arm was tied into a ring, and he tightly clasped Perfit's right forearm from behind. His right hand firmly pressed against the opponent's upper right arm, and he knelt down hard with his left knee.

Live on Perfit's back.

King Nun locked Perfit's right arm and pinned him to the ground.

Thales opened his eyes in disbelief and shook his head unconsciously.

How can it be……

That kind of injury...

Thales was not the only one who thought so. Everyone in the hall, from the Grand Duke to the subjects, from the servants to the guards, were shocked to see this incredible and incomprehensible reversal.

"No, you obviously..." In severe pain, panic and fear, Archduke Perfitt, whose right arm was chained and his head and face were pinned to the ground, screamed in panic while exerting all his strength to try to break free.

Say out loud: "No, it's impossible!"

He couldn't believe that the king who had been pierced by the tip of his ax in the chest a moment ago stood up again in an instant, as if he was unscathed!

The old king's right chest and front and back robes were soaked with blood, looking extremely terrifying.

But at this moment, the injury seemed as if it didn't exist, and it didn't affect the king's movements at all.

It was as if King Nun had just been pricked with a needle.

Thales turned around suddenly and eagerly asked the only extreme master here: "How could..."

"Quiet!"

Nicolai interrupted him hastily.

The Meteor Star stared at the scene, unwilling to let go of every detail: "After watching it...it's not over yet!"

Putilai was full of surprise and seemed unable to accept this fact.

"Impossible?" The face of the resurrected Nun VII was flushed. The king pressed down with his right hand and pulled back his left hand. His muscles slowly exerted force and tightened while trembling. He began to use Perfit's elbow joint as the fulcrum to pry in the opposite direction.

Move his locked forearms.

I saw the old king gritting his teeth and looking ferocious: "On the battlefield, you'd better believe 'impossible'!"

As King Nun gradually exerted his strength, Perfitt's locked right arm began to slowly deform!

His forearm moved frighteningly in the opposite direction to his elbow joint.

The clearly discernible sound of muscle breaking resounded in the field.

"Ahhhh!" Perfitt twisted his face in pain and howled out in a heart-rending voice!

The archduke's left arm desperately stretched out behind him, reaching towards the crazy-looking Nun King, but he could only fish the air in vain, scratching in mid-air.

There was no way he could break free from such a life-threatening lock.

"I've killed you, I've obviously killed you!" Perfit's neck rested on the floor, twisting in inhuman pain, and screamed in pain: "You're dead!"

"Really?" King Nun, who was suppressing his opponent, showed a fierce look mixed with hatred and madness, and his words were like the cold wind: "Maybe..."

"Didn't I die thoroughly enough?"
To be continued...