"When communicating with a person like you, hiding my appearance makes me look like a rat in the gutter."

He smiled and looked at He Ao, "Of course, now that Claude is dead, you should also know my identity."

He Ao stared at that cheek. He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a face as sharp as a knife, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a pair of beautiful brown-red eyes.

His appearance is somewhat similar to Alifia's.

Seeing his face, He Ao made no comment.

"Since the coming of the evil god's son is inevitable, then why not let yourself become the carrier of the coming of this son,"

The footsteps of the 'boss' stopped not far in front of He Ao, and dark shadows passed by him and poured into He Ao's body.

If this man takes one step closer, he will be within range of He Ao's sudden attack.

He just reached the limit of the instantaneous attack range that He Ao had shown before.

"No one can stop the evil god's pollution. I think you have already thought of a way to die with the evil god's offspring," the smile on the 'boss' face remained unchanged. "In order to avoid interfering with your plan, I think I'd better not

It’s better to get too close.”

He bent down slightly and performed a courtly etiquette.

"I need very little time. Once I take away the Velora and the space-time anchor, I will leave. You don't have to be grateful that I came here to see you off for the last time. I have always admired heroes. This is what I do for a hero."

respect."

He was smiling, spoke softly and calmly, and seemed to have no flaws at all.

"When did you find out that Rhodes was the leader of the primitive sect?"

He Ao suppressed his pain and asked in a low voice.

"A little earlier than you," the 'boss' chuckled, "I found the puppeteer, and then followed him and found Rhodes."

"So this 'invitation' to me was also discussed between you and Rhodes?"

He Ao smiled repressedly, "Rhodes and I were stalling for time, in fact, just to wait for you to come and take action. But he didn't expect that you let him go, and he deliberately waited until we both suffered losses before showing up."

"He didn't tell me either,"

The 'Boss' glanced at the giant snake corpse coiled on the roof, "He has such a terrifying body. It's obvious that his original plan was to wait until you and I fight, then he will hold a ceremony and then sacrifice us all."

Sacrifice to his gods."

Speaking of this, He Ao and the 'boss' both smiled at the same time.

We are all old silver coins, it’s just a matter of who can trick whom.

However, in this incident, it is obvious that the 'boss' is more stable than Rhodes.

The conflict between Rhodes and He Ao became even more acute, reaching the point of life and death, so Rhodes could not remain calm. Even if the 'boss' didn't come, he had to take action and try to solve He Ao.

So in fact it was the more stubborn ‘boss’ who managed to get to the end.

As time passed by, He Ao felt that he was gradually losing control of the Velora and the space-time anchor.

However, this loss seems to be mitigated by strengthening the connection through soul power.

It's like a tug-of-war, with Ho on one end and the 'boss' on the other.

He raised his head and looked at the 'boss', "Your abilities are interesting. Are you 'stealing' my things?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not stealing,"

The 'boss' shook his head. He seemed to care about the word 'stealing'. He explained, "I just replaced part of your destiny characteristics. These things still belong to you, but in their 'eyes', I am you."

"Okay," he paused after saying this, "I also have a question that I need you to answer."

He stared at He Ao, "Did you come from the ruins? Who does the ruins belong to?"

He Ao looked up at him, opened his mouth and uttered two peculiar syllables.

"What's the meaning?"

He was stunned.

"federal."

A low whisper appeared in his ears, followed closely by the light of a sword covered in dark shadows.

He Ao concentrated his strength on his legs, instantly bursting out faster than he had shown before, and directly pressed forward in front of the 'boss'.

The 'Boss' turned sideways and dodged the attack.

Although He Ao is very weak now, he is not contactable. Who knows if this guy has prepared any way to die together to pull him to death together, even if there is no way to die together.

Being stuck to the pollution of the mysterious shadow is not an easy thing to get rid of.

At the same time, thoughts flashed through his mind rapidly.

Federation, what is that?

Sounds like some kind of organization.

At this moment, He Ao, who was passing by him, turned around and suddenly asked, "Do you know who Alifia is?"

This question made the 'boss' think instantly.

Then, the next second, a dark sword light passed by, leaving a scar on his arm.

He Ao staggered and leaned on the steel frame on the edge of the roof that was originally used to fix the glass curtain wall, barely maintaining his figure.

The cold wind of the night blew across his face. Behind him was the night sky without any cover. If he tilted his body even slightly, he might fall from the building.

"You crazy person."

The 'boss' took a step back and looked at the bloody scars on his arms, and the dark shadows were pouring into his body along the wounds.

The next second, his entire body began to twist. Unable to bear the powerful pollution, it suddenly collapsed and turned into an indescribable mass of flesh and blood.

He Ao calmly watched the collapse of the 'boss' body without any expression on his face.

The power that tried to steal his control over the Velora was still in effect, and what appeared here was not the 'boss' body.

——

Rodin Palace Museum

The cold moonlight shines through the classical windows into the cold and dark building, falling on the empty booths illuminated by the faint light.

This is an abandoned room.

Through this window, the reflection of the huge pointed tall building outside the window is faintly visible.

Between the silent booths, a pitch-black shadow quickly condensed, eventually turning into a pitch-black figure wearing a hood.

He raised his head and glanced at the tall buildings outside the window, his expression silent.

"What a crazy guy,"

"really."

A voice of approval came from the side.

The 'boss' turned his head and looked at the source of the sound.

A figure slowly walked out from the shadow of the dim light. It was a middle-earth young man with a bone sword in his hand and an immature face.

At this moment, the young man was tilting his head and looking at him with a smile, "First time meeting, Mr. Boss,"

The young man's tone paused, "Or rather, His Majesty the King."

The 'boss' turned his head, took off his hood, and looked at He Ao.

This cheek is no different from the cheek that 'Hao Yi' saw on the steeple. They are both the cheeks of the missing 'Prince Ronnie', who is Alifia's father.

"Are you the newly promoted C-level member of that institute?"

'Boss' looked at He Ao's cheek, "Have you cooperated with 'Hao Yi'?"

"In a sense, you can understand it this way."

He Ao looked at the 'boss' calmly.

"How did you know I was here?"

The 'boss' looked at He Ao with a smile.

"After knowing that you are not Prince Ronny, but a king, everything is actually very simple."

He Ao stepped closer and said, "Prince Ronnie doesn't have any safe house, but for the last king who has been running the kingdom for more than ten years and spends a large part of his time in the palace, the palace is the most trustworthy one."

place.

"There are many dark rooms and underground passages you built in this palace, allowing you to leave as quickly as possible if you encounter danger.

"And this is the closest place to the pointed tower. I'm afraid there is a certain distance requirement to use your ability, so you have to stay nearby to use this ability.

"Back then, Moonlight set its headquarters next to the palace, maybe just to monitor you, but now it's more convenient for you."

"You seem convinced that I am the tyrant who has been overthrown?"

The smile on the 'boss' face is still calm and gentle, with no flaws at all.
To be continued...