The overlord's eyes narrowed, and he said:

"You said it right before. It's really impossible to rely on these joint losers."

“He also needs some real pressure, the pressure to force him to make a choice.”

"snort."

Terion sat back on his chair, he put away the starlight halberd, he looked at the overlord opposite the gambling table, and said:

"You seem confident so things have been going on so far, not beyond your control?"

“Yes, it doesn’t.”

Seber took off the cigar at the corner of his mouth, and he flicked his finger and said:

“Everything went as I expected.”

"I hope our little Merlin is not so naive that he thinks that killing Pierce means the end of this matter. It's just the beginning."

"What are you going to do?"

The god of death sitting at the other end of the gambling table asked:

"The roll is over, you can't interfere with that world anymore."

"Yes, the part where we can intervene is over."

The Overlord took a deep breath of smoke, stared at the projection, and he said:

"But the seeds have been planted and it is time to blossom and bear fruit."

"Well, I mean, maybe the devil Mephist will learn some lessons this time. The next time he encounters a good thing that comes to the door, he should learn to be more rational."

"It's not a good habit to pick up things and take them home."

The magic of darkness dissipated and the sunlight returned to the shrouded Trident Building.

The shield thrown by the captain hit the sword in Merlin's hand. After bounced a few times, it hit the ground, making a jingle sound, and landed on the ground in the hall.

It's only a little short of this shield that can knock down the sword in Meilin's hand and prevent Meilin from doing reckless things.

But it was a little bit off after all.

Or rather, Merlin didn't want to be stopped.

At his feet, Alexander Pierce is dead.

Blood spread out along the wound and stained Merlin's shoes.

"Um"

Merlin rubbed his forehead, his face turned pale, and a severe pain came from his soul, just like a complete soul being cut off, which was indescribable pain.

He leaned on the long sword of the vibrating gold with his hands, staggered back and leaned against the wall.

His hands were trembling.

It wasn't a good feeling to kill a former friend, even if he had ten thousand reasons to do it.

"You ruined yourself with your own hands!"

Behind Merlin, in the hall, the fake Fury howled like a beast entering the end.

It knew it would be impossible for it to survive.

Merlin even killed Pierce, so he would definitely not save his life.

But before dying, I can see Merlin destroying his last chance to prove his innocence in this world with his own hands.

It is enough to see Merlin completely fall into the abyss of despair.

"Hahaha"

Fake Fury laughed happily:

"Only Pierce knows the identity of my tribe, but he was killed by you!"

"No one can stop my tribe and the great queen from kingping your world. You have killed the last chance of self-rescue in this world with your own hands!"

"How does it feel to destroy the world with your own hands? The great 'hero' Merlin!"

"Clam"

The sharp blade rotated on the ground, supporting Meilin's body like a cane.

He looked pale and leaned on his long sword, walking towards the fake Fry like a weak man.

A cold light shone in his dark red eyes, and the haze maintained on Merlin's face dissipated at this moment, replaced by a slightly crazy smile.

He whispered:

"Miscellaneous, is there anything good about you laughing so happily?"

"puff"

The sharp blade pierced Fake Fury's abdomen, causing blood to spew out, causing the fake guy's face to thrust into pain.

He did it on purpose.

This sword could have penetrated the heart.

But he didn't.

He wants to let this fake suffer more.

"Does it hurt?"

Merlin grabbed the fake Fury's ear, and he roared at the pain-filled alien muddles like a wild beast:

"Does it hurt?"

"puff"

Another sword was stabbed out, and the cold long vibrating sword penetrated through his chest.

The pain of tearing the body apart made Fake Fury unable to hold it anymore, and it screamed.

"Let your queen and your clan members come!"

Merlin said in a cold voice:

"This place will be your burial place"

"I hope you bastards have a hell that belongs to you. You are just the first one to go down, and your queen will come later!"

"You lunatic!"

Fake Fury screamed with a twisted face:

"Don't you want to protect this world? You lunatic, you ruined it with your own hands!"

"That's my former me, my dear Skuru friend"

Meilin straightened his body, he held the vibrating sword with both hands and raised it high.

The sunset shone through the window, shining the twisted shadow of Merlin on the ground in front of you.

In the shadow, Meilin raised her head and said softly as if she was muttering to her dream:

“Now, I’m in hell”

"Look, what a beautiful god of death"

"puff"

The cold long sword slashed downwards, and almost no obscure stays.

Just slipped off Fake Fury's neck.

Blood gushed out, and the fake Frynas head, which still condensed with despair and fear, fell to the ground like a football, and after jumping twice, landing in front of a pair of naked feet.

The sunlight outside the window seemed to have become a little colder.

The barefoot guy stood silently in the hall covered by death.

It bent down, lifted the fake Fry's blood-stained head and looked in front of him.

After life was cut off, the disguise of the Skuru people also disappeared.

The fake Fry's cheek, which was almost exactly the same as Fry, was twisting, and soon it turned back to the true appearance of the Skuru people.

The green muscles were twisted like interlaced vines.

There are also purple spots, sharp ears, and hairless scalp.

It looks extremely ugly.

"Oh, oops."

The silent visitor let out a strange laugh, and it held its head in its hand.

Like a connoisseur, it whispered:

"No matter how many times you look at them, these guys are so ugly, ugly faces, ugly hearts."
To be continued...