The first one to speak was Daniela, who glanced at Fasco, "Are you expected this?"

She then sneered, "I knew that all prophetic things were unreliable. With such powerful power, how could the world snake be killed by someone?"

Fasco didn't say anything but stared at Hamza.

For this legendary first apostle, this was Roger's first meeting with him. Among the extraordinary, his figure was not tall.

His hair was meticulously combed behind his head, and at the top was an ancient aristocratic headdress. He had tough lines and handsome faces, and a black sun mark in the center of his forehead.

And this mark is exactly the same as Roger remembers.

The strangest thing is that his eyes seemed to communicate with the abyss of the world, and at this moment it showed a little strange paleness at the center.

What he wore was not thick combat armor, but rather aristocratic costumes with a reasonable tailoring, with black as the base and gold as the edges.

Heavy and solemn.

There is no need to speak, nor any power is released. His appearance alone gives people a special feeling.

"You can actually find this place."

Being stared at Hamza's strange pupils, Roger felt a chill on his back. If this guy was really as powerful as the rumored one, it would be very difficult to complete the task.

"You shouldn't be here..."

"Then where should I be? The frontal battlefield?"

Hamza smiled and pinched the dark golden scepter in her hand.

"I really don't know what crazy you are. Since you have found your own body, who will let it go?"

He thought, "Let me calculate, one, two, three... too many, why are you going to come one after another to seek death?"

"As long as I want, I can reach any position where the body is placed at any time. I have killed too many people and I am not even in the mood to remember your names."

"Haha, let you minions charge in the battle, but you hid behind me. That woman was still as cautious as ever."

Hamza's words were calm and everyone's hearts were pounding.

It turned out that those extraordinary people who performed the final mission died at Hamza's hands. It seemed that the Lord of the Mist had already found his entire body, but for some reason he was unable to gather them together.

The dragon in the dragon court knew nothing about this and regarded it as the key to the entire battle.

In the end, their plans that they thought were complete and meticulous were just to fall into the trap.

Thinking about that scene makes people feel desperate. They go through a lot of hardships to reach their destination, facing a terrible enemy who has been waiting for a long time.

If it was its heyday, it might be a fight.

However, the journey and running together with the power spent during the whole process and the double blow of physical strength and spirit, facing such Hamza, the battle had already failed before it even began.

"Okay, let you die to understand that some of my last kindness is already my last kindness."

"Then let's start."

After saying that, Hamza stretched out his left hand, and a sharp scream came from the air, and a black claw appeared beside Fasco.

Click.

The entire space was crushed, but after one hit, Hamza's face showed a hint of doubt.

"Not dead?"

"I understand, you are the so-called Void Walker who claims to be able to be chased."

"Then let me see if you can escape under my hands?!"

The expression on Hamza's face became solemn, and at this moment, Fasco's voice sounded in everyone's mind.

"I'll hold him back. You can find a way to go around and defeat that heart. Don't forget that that's what we are here for!"

"I won't run away in this battle, I will try my best to create opportunities for you."

“So please.”

"Give my death some value!"

Roger's face changed slightly. He thought that this trip would be extremely dangerous, but because of the so-called prophecy in the eyes of the Snake of the World, Roger did not realize that he would meet Hamza here.

To be honest, he was extremely expecting at this time that everything in front of him was predicted by the eyes of the Snake of the World.

Because this means Fasco might have been prepared for all this.

But if not, then you can only fight to the death.

The powerful perception told him that Hamza was definitely not the Three Ring Road.

"Give me that thing." The message was Daniela.

The space trembled slightly, and the cracked hourglass appeared in Daniela's hands.

She took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, "I can't escape, but if you try hard, you may still have a chance."

"Don't waste my last strength."

After saying that, she slapped the hourglass in her hand slightly.

Unlike the previous ritual, this time the palm of Daniela was shattered. The dense lines passed through her wrists and elbows and gathered together after reaching her shoulders, and then burst out from inside her body.

The broken hourglass re-fusion during the explosion, and then an eye-shaped logo appeared at the top of the hourglass.

But other than that, Daniela disappeared completely.

Her flesh and blood soul and all her power were integrated into this hourglass.

Ao!

It was the howling of the caine.

The mask on his face was shattered inch by inch, and a big hole was cracked in the back of his head, and the blood-stained hourglass spiraled into it.

Immediately afterwards, an eyeball emitting colorful light appeared in the center of his forehead.

The broken fragments condensed in the air and formed an ancient symbol, which was the last remaining bloodline, an ancient language that can be traced back countless years ago.

"The Seal of Destruction..."

Fasco sighed lightly.

"This is a taboo force that the Caine race can only use once in his life. He will mark his enemies and burn all the driving forces."

"The longer the time, the stronger the strength, the heavier the injury, the stronger the strength, and the closer it is to death, the stronger the strength!"

"This is the real destroyer."

“Whether it is to yourself or to others.”

The communication between the crowd seemed slow, but in fact it was just a matter of a moment.

At this time, Fasco had already activated his power to confine the space around Hamza. Cain roared and rushed in one direction, as if he was planning to cross Hamza to attack the broken black sun.

Roger was naturally not idle either. The witch hunter released the most powerful force. The lines on the sword spine were shining, and the light even affected the symbols around it, almost making people think that two kinds of sword seals would explode at the same time.

The body does not need to move, and even ignores the distance between them. As long as the attack falls, Roger believes that he can definitely defeat the broken heart.

"What a weird confidence, why do each of you think you can beat me?"

"I have to admit that Fasco has almost reached the limit of the current level of mastery of space."

"Although I can't see this power, my power level is higher and I can completely form a rule crush!"

While speaking, the black ring on the surface of Hamza's body expanded, and the rich blackness seemed to be the most gloomy corner of the plane, but this force brought Roger a sense of familiarity.

That's the shadow.

Next was the second ring, which was also the ultimate black, but violently restless, like a flame in the abyss.

Then there is the third one.

The black ring seems to be able to swallow all the light, heat and energy.

The change has not ended yet.

In the center of the three rings, there is also a black energy burst, and then a fourth ring is formed.

The black ring symbolizing the power of Hamza’s soul!

Fourth Ring Road.

It seems unexpected and reasonable.

Everyone once imagined the power of the Fourth Ring Road, but only when facing it can you feel the deep sense of powerlessness.

Even if it is not the same rule, the other forces around it seem to have been completely squeezed at this time.

There is only darkness here.

Only Hamza.

Roger's attack fell but did not hit the broken sun because a dark figure, almost the same as Hamza, blocked the broken heart.

Roger is very familiar with this power.

The power of shadows.
To be continued...