"I heard that the Heavenly Selection Guard on 88 is here to cause trouble for you?"

"Yes." Durand nodded, "but I don't know if I actually killed that guy."

Nington thought for a moment and said, "The Heavenly Selected Guards are immortal. From the moment they became the Heavenly Selected Guards, their destiny was closely linked to the Yong Zhan Fortress and could not be isolated."

"So, No. 88 is really not dead?" Durand frowned.

"You really want him to die?" Nington asked back.

Durand shook his head: "It's not about hope or not. The battle is over, but the result of the battle is incomprehensible. I hope at least I can figure out the situation so that if I see you next time, I will know how to fight."

Nington seemed to smile and said frankly: "No. 88 is not dead, or he has been killed by you, but he can be reborn in the temple of the Selected God. Of course, rebirth takes time, so you don't have to worry about him coming to you in the near future. Yong Zhan Fortress is immortal, and the Selected God Guards are immortal. In fact, they are the group of people who have truly achieved eternal immortality. Unlike our gods, no matter how long their lifespan is, there will always be a end."

"Don't they participate in the battle?" Durand asked. "Since their duty is to protect the Yongzhan Fortress, the battle outside the fortress is already so intense. How could they still have the time to be a mighty man in the city?"

"This is the deformity of the God-Choose Guards." Lawrence intercepted, "they can only exert combat power in the fortress. That is to say, unless the enemy attacks the fortress, they are just decorations. They... have been used as decorations for a long time."

Durand couldn't help but feel silent.

"...So, what are you here to do?" Durand put aside the matter of choosing a guard and frowned at Nington.

Lawrence also smiled and said, "Yes, I'm curious about what you are doing! Durand said that the God of Destiny will be held in three days. Why can't wait to come to Durand so much? In my impression, you are not such an impatient person."

"I'm here to talk to Durand and see you." Nington looked at Durand, "I'll just say it. The situation in Sendlow is very bad now, and your knife is a weapon that can bring a huge turn. I want to see if it is really as powerful as Thoreau's prophecy."

"So you want to see my knife?"

"yes."

Durand thought to himself that wouldn't it be better to just say such a simple request? There are many people who have seen Durand's sword, and Durand has a good impression of Nington, so it's not a big deal to show him.

With a turn, Durand took out the trial sword from the storage space.

During the removal process, accompanied by slight spatial fluctuations, Nington still felt keenly: "Did your knife be taken out of the storage space?"

"Yes." Durand nodded, "Yewing mentioned to me that the inability to retract the knife into the body is a symbol of the powerful bloodline ability, and it also means that the knife is not closely connected with its own bloodline."

Nington nodded, his eyes falling on the judgment sword in Durand's hand. The pair of eyes gradually became bright, like two bright stars.

He looked at it for a long time and finally sighed, "Young man, you are very good, really good! The awakening of the divine blood abilities is very difficult and has little to do with genetics. Every divine ability is unique, and is largely the result of acquired hard work. Young man. You should have experienced many things, right?"

Durand recalled his wanderings in another world, smiled and said nothing more.

Without those experiences, there would not be the current Judgmental Sword, nor would there be the current Durand.

Lawrence suddenly said, "Nington, you're a little strange today. I don't remember you're the one who talks so much."

Nington glanced at Lawrence and said, "It was an accident that you appeared here today. Old friend, I'm afraid I'm going to say sorry to you."

"What's the meaning?"

"This young man is very good." Nington pointed at Durand and said seriously. "If it were a peaceful era, his talent and character would definitely become an important figure in Sendlow. But compared to him, his knife is better. So, sorry."

The last sentence is sorry. Nington said in looking at Durand's eyes.

Durand suddenly felt that his eyes could not be removed, and was locked tightly by Ningdun's eyes, and could not move a single point. Then the things in his vision disappeared little by little, and in the end they were only the other party's pair of bright eyes. Durand felt that his will was about to be sucked by the other party's eyes. He seemed to hear Lawrence's sudden and angrily shouting: "Stop! Ningdun, what are you doing?!"

Immediately, almost all consciousness returned to silence.

In the open-air garden, Ningdun slowly withdrew his gaze and let out a sigh of relief. A trace of pain and guilt appeared on his old and majestic face.

Opposite him, Durand still sat quietly with a knife, his eyes were blank, his face was dull, and his whole body was motionless as if he had lost his soul.

Lawrence stood up suddenly. Because he was too shocked, he used too much force, his knee hit the stone table, and his heels kicked the stool under him, pointing at Nington with a trembling finger, and shouted in disbelief: "What are you...what are you doing? This little guy is the person prophesied by Thoreau, are you...Nington crazy? He actually used such a high-level illusion on him! Wait, haven't you always focused on physical art? When did the illusion become so strong, our combat mages are not good at illusion at all!"

"The times have changed. Lawrence, you are no longer a god's deity, and I am not the little follower who followed you back then." Nington's face calmed down, as if he had just done one small thing, "As for illusion, it's just a little trick. If Durand doesn't summon his strange equipment, the defense does not have the power of rules, that is, his soul defense value is provided by 30 units of energy levels, and there is no rule bonus. And I, I am a god's deity clone, multiplied by 110 level of energy power by 10 level of rule, and the soul attack value is 1100. It would be strange if he could withstand my illusion."

If Durand was in a transformed state just now, it would not be easy for Nington to succeed. Because once Durand launches armed extension, the material defense and soul defense will surge. The defense before the transformation is only 30. After the transformation, the soul defense directly reaches 600 because it is multiplied by the 20th level of rule power, and it will not be so easy to get hit.

"You actually attacked?" Lawrence suddenly felt that Nington in front of him was very unfamiliar.

"Yes. For Sendlow, I, Nington, also made a sneak attack, and it was against my own compatriots." Nington lowered his eyelids, "But, in order to strip his knife and to bring victory to Sendlow, I had to do so. After watching the battle between Durand and No. 88, I have to say that even if I let Durand transform, even if I were allowed to transform."

As he said that, Nington stood up, as if he was reluctant to stay: "Lawrence. Please don't intervene in this matter in the same battle between you and my colleagues. Well, I'll take it away first."

Nington reached out and grabbed Durand's back collar.

But when his hand reached halfway, his wrist was pinched by an ugly palm as thin as a chicken's feet.

Lawrence stopped Nington, and his thin and dry body became weaker beside Nington, but a trace of resoluteness flashed in his muddy eyes, and he said word by word: "Although you don't understand what happened, don't think about taking him away so unknownly, unless you cross my body."

"Do you have to do this?" Nington asked seriously. "You should know that you are no longer a god, and your life is about to end. If you fight with me, you will die."

"You actually asked me 'Do you have to do this?'! Nington! You have the fucking face to ask me such a question!!" Lawrence suddenly became furious, and a lion-like roar erupted from his thin body!

He suddenly slapped Nington on the face: "I don't care what you are going to do, what kind of justice, or what the overall situation, I don't care about it! I don't care whether Durand is the prophecy of Thoreau or any other important person. But he is a battle mage, and this is the Yong Zhan Fortress, the dream land of all combat mages! It is the supreme order of Sendro. As a god, you actually attack your compatriots in the Yong Zhan Fortress! You can go and eat shit!"

Nington finished listening with unusual calmness, and even a slap in the face did not change his face at all.

"Are you finished saying it? Let go after what you said!" A violent force burst out from Nington's body and poured into Lawrence's body. It felt like sitting on a crater that suddenly erupted. Lawrence felt dark before his eyes, and he flew out dizzyly, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The moment he landed, he subconsciously bounced his body and stood up again. His old face suddenly turned red. With a wow, a mouthful of blood ejaculated out.

"Ning... Nington... stop..." Lawrence fell to the ground, struggling to get up, but could not do it.

"Sorry." Nington said the word "sorry" for the third time, "Lawrence, you said back then: In order to maintain the spirit of Sendlow, there are some battles, it's better not to win! But this time, this battle is Sendlow's life and death battle! For the life of Sendlow, I Nington... can not let Sendlow's spirit."

Nington reached out to Durand again.

But at this moment he was suddenly stunned - because Durand, who should have been trapped by illusions and his spirit and will were completely suppressed, trembling all over at this moment. Large areas of ice and fire power appeared on him, surging wildly, and all gathered wildly towards one place.

——Brow!

"Oh?" Nington showed a very surprised expression. He did not immediately stop him, but frowned and looked at the changes that occurred in Durand.

After a moment, all the ice and fire power gathered in the middle of Durand's forehead, forming a red and blue vertical eye!

The vertical eyes slowly opened, and there was nothing between the open eyeliners on the left and right!

Empty.

This is an empty eyeless eye!

At the most critical moment, Durand used some remaining will to activate the "super refined copying power" and simulated the use of this trick learned from the holy eternal warlock Sellers-

Yonghui stares!!

PS: The second update is here. It is difficult to write, but I am very happy to write.
Chapter completed!