The other party's sudden approaching made Azriel take a step back involuntarily, and then the other party's roar went straight to the door.
"Boy! You know nothing! You have never walked with Him! You have never witnessed His high look and sneering with a proud and cold look!"
Azriel's face twitched, and anger ripples passed through his face.
"I have heard enough of your crazy words. If I continue, I swear, I will definitely kill you."
"You think so, Azriel?"
The man smiled, but his voice became even colder.
"Do you think it is justice and glory to kill the brothers of your own blood?"
“What I have to do is protect our honor!”
Azriel's eyes became as sharp as polished steel.
"We cannot let the glory of the war group, or even the legion, be destroyed! This is my responsibility!"
"Do you really know what responsibility is?"
"That's it!"
Suddenly, Azriel smashed his elbow into the man's chest, pushing the other person's body to fall backwards.
He took advantage of this momentum to grab the opponent's shoulder armor with his left hand and hammer the lion's helmet with his right hand.
The other party's reaction was also very fast, thrusting his waist forward, holding Azriel's head with both hands, and then hitting the tallest tutor's head down to the ground.
"You can't defeat me with all your strength, all your anger and all your fighting will!"
The other party just gave him this and roared away.
Azriel tried to stay awake, but he knew that the other party was right. With just this blow, he seemed to have been hit by a thunder hammer.
But he still supported his knees and tried to stand up.
"I'm not going to defeat you-"
Blood and teeth spilled out of his mouth as Azriel spoke.
"Just to tell you!"
He stood up and wiped his lips with one hand.
"Seff! It was you who destroyed the Caliban! It was you who destroyed the First Legion!"
After saying that, Azriel roared and rushed towards the man, wrapping his arms around the other person.
During this process, he was hit once and suffered three heavier attacks from the opponent, but he still persisted, even as his armor began to bend and break. He even had to press his head against the opponent's breastplate.
The two struggled and then rolled down from the church's ceremonial stand.
Two angels fell at the same time.
They smashed the ground like stones falling from the sky, breaking the thick wooden floor, and throwing sharp pieces into the air like shrapnel of grenades.
But in the end, Azriel did not capture the opponent, but instead had a bruised and swollen face.
"I don't have time to mess with you anymore."
The mysterious man stood up staggeringly and began to walk towards the exit.
"Don't leave!"
Azriel roared, smashing his fist to the ground, and then supporting it with his feet.
Blood flowed out of his nose and gathered around his eyes.
"Seff! Stop me!"
He clenched together with his angry teeth and forced himself to say this.
"Go to do what you have to do, and if you really want to know something, go find Soshiyan."
The other party threw down this sentence and walked into the darkness.
After gasping for more than ten seconds, Azriel stood up with difficulty. He looked at the deep darkness that disappeared from the other party, frowned.
"Soshiyan...Soshiyan? Why is it him?"
Just as the battlefield in Attica was unpredictable, another group of men was working hard on a dry plateau thousands of kilometers away.
This was once a fortress for colonists, but it was abandoned a thousand years ago, and you won't even find any information about it on the map of Pai Shangxing.
But a week ago, it welcomed a team of 100 people.
And the leader was the judge Leonard Meyers.
He is now standing at the center of the collapse of the ancient fortress, the edge of a huge pit.
Below the colonists' residence is a huge stone structure with a mound inside, which appears to be the summit of the dome under the building, which seems to be made of stones with the same structure as the one at the center of the anomaly.
But nearby pillars are still undeterminable, neither like artificial or artificial. Even so, the structure of the sinkhole still has an unsettling seamless material.
Leonard Meyers could not see any seams, no mortar, nor did he suggest that the building was not carved from a black piece of rock.
It seemed as if the entire section had become this shape and was buried by thousands of years, and a similar structure could be seen in the second subsidence.
Melissa, who was standing next to the judge, said carefully:
"If this is something under two mounds..."
"Yes."
The judge took the lead in answering, and then slowly turned around:
“Is other mounds the same?”
"Yes."
Now he realized that the four mounds were so evenly spaced that the diagonal lines connecting them would meet in the center of the plateau.
"Why, did not sink in the other two places? It happened just where the colonists built their houses."
An archaeological consultant whispered:
"There must be some contact, we haven't found it yet."
The judge walked to the edge of the cave again.
"We reveal the truth and penetrate the heart of the lie."
The judge then ordered the scope of the entire underground structure to be revealed.
As the operation carried a lot of machinery, the work progressed quickly, and his belief was shaken, and dozens of workers dug the edge of the second pit together.
Each strike drags the ground rock formations down and falls into the darkness, with pebbles and soil blocks hitting the surface of the black structure.
Although its mystery has deepened, it has been seen more and more time, and the scale of the buildings has become increasingly obvious.
Others may not feel it, but the belief of the psychic Melissa is shaken by the mystery of the structure.
When it is exposed to light, it mocks reason. The facade is a pile of ornate sculptures, with no representative artistic features related to it. The twisted lines and protrusions of stone are abstract languages of terrible majesty.
When Melissa looked straight at the carving, she saw the power condensed on the stone, and the stone was about to burst out.
She couldn't watch it for too long, these designs damaged her mind and they tried to strangle her eyes.
But when she avoided gaze, the torture changed its nature, forcing her after-light to keep moving.
She tried hard to remind herself that there would be no movement, movement was a mockery, a lie.
The fear became stronger and stronger. The stone began to squirm when she looked at it next time.
"Sir, I feel that there may be something here-"
"You look frightened."
Melissa looked up and turned around. The judge stood behind her. Although the other person had a smile on his face, he could still feel the stern scrutiny in his eyes.
"Yes, sir."
"You should not do this, you should be confident in your colleagues. There is no heresy power to stand before us."
"I know."
Leonard Meyers looked up.
"My words can't relax you, right?"
"Sorry, sir, I'll try to relax."
"That's good."
For some reason, she felt something deeper hidden in the judge's smile-