"Be careful!" the Papalar man suddenly shouted. It turned out that when everyone's attention was focused on the girl, the leader of the Dragon Worshipers had touched the side of Dict, not far from the girl.
He reached out and touched the dagger stuck at his waist.
Parker's sharp eyes were the first to see this man's actions. He shouted in his heart that something was wrong and at the same time raised his crossbow and shot an arrow at the man.
When the man saw that he was exposed, he raised his hand and threw the dagger at the girl in desperation. The sickle-shaped dagger turned into a black light and stabbed directly into the girl's chest.
"Be careful, that's a curse!"
Dickert shouted lowly.
But Shizu didn't have time to react. She just turned around and watched with wide eyes as the dagger passed through her transparent body and disappeared in an instant.
"Xisi!" Upon seeing this, Hu Di didn't even care about the sword in his hand. He turned around and rushed towards the girl.
At the same time, Parker's arrow hit him. Even though the Dragon Worshiper had a high level, he had to step aside and let the arrow miss him, but it only took away some dodge value.
But this evasive action was enough to stun him. Although he was distracted, a figure had already arrived first and passed him.
That's Dickert.
The older knight was too far away from Shizu and was unable to block his previous attack, but he understood from the beginning to the end that the target of the Dragon Cult could not be just the girl.
"The haunting guy!" The Dragon Worshiper cursed in a low voice. Naturally, he was not willing to put in all his efforts to make a wedding dress for others. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and uttered a long series of extremely obscure incantations.
Some of the other Dragon Worshipers held torches in their hands. The firelight originally dragged everyone's shadows in the underground hall, but the sound of incantations echoed in the hall, and these shadows twisted unreasonably, centering on that person.
Gather towards him.
He grasped his hand forward, and the gathered shadows rose up from the ground, curling behind the knight like tentacles as if they were substantial.
"It's the fallen magic power of the dark dragon again. Thirty years later, you will still only know these things. If you are a good person, you will be a puppet without a thought." Dict snorted coldly. As a knight of Malland, he and these people
Dealing is not something that happens in a day or two. Before the tentacles of shadow could get closer, he slashed with his long sword with his backhand, and an arc of light split the tentacles in half in mid-air.
But the Dragon Worshiper was obviously not as relaxed as him. He was shaking all over and controlling the tentacle of shadow with a pale face. After the tentacle was cut off, it split into two under his control and rolled towards the elder again.
knight.
When Dict saw this, he became serious. This shadow tentacle was not a powerful corrupting magic, but it was more than enough for the opponent who wanted to entangle him.
But the other party is not the only one who worships the dragon.
He had actually seen other Dragon Worshipers bypassing him and rushing toward the altar.
"Parker!" The older knight turned around and shouted, and then he was a little speechless when he saw this guy running away with his crossbow in his arms.
Although this guy didn't run away, he only hid in the corner and shot. He caused a lot of trouble to the Dragon Worshipers, but he couldn't stop the Dragon Worshipers from getting the sword.
"What are you doing!" Ditke shouted angrily.
"Mr. Dict," the Papalar man shouted aggrievedly: "This is none of my business. You can't expect me to do anything to deal with these tigers and wolves. I'm just a mere fourteenth level person."
I'm just a poor crossbowman. You know I actually prefer to be a quiet draftsman."
"You bastard!"
Dict was speechless, but he also knew that this little dwarf was unreliable. He was about to think of another way, but at this moment, the Dragon Gold, which had been forgotten by everyone, moved.
She was actually closer to the sword than everyone else, but the Dragon Worshipers took action first, and the older knight was entangled by these people. During the fight between the two parties, she temporarily forgot about this person in the underground hall.
The existence of the true Lord.
So just as the two parties were fighting fiercely, a shadow slowly approached the sword beside the altar.
That's a long tail.
I don't know when Dragon Golden Dragon sprouted wings and a scaly tail from behind, and scaly horns sprouted from his forehead, and his eyes seemed to be burning with two golden flames.
She calmly approached the sword, and suddenly rolled up the sword with her tail. A blazing light flashed in her eyes, and she laughed sharply at everyone:
"Haha, you idiots, now this sword belongs to me again!"
Everyone was stunned, as if they had not expected this change at all, and involuntarily turned around to look in that direction.
But before Long Zhijinrong finished speaking, she saw a flash of golden light on the sword, which was as hot as a soldering iron. She screamed, her tail loosened, and she actually threw the sword away.
Then something no one expected happened.
I saw the sword crossing a parabola and landing right next to Hu Di.
But the latter was kneeling beside Shizu in despair, trying in vain to hold the girl's hand, but to no avail.
A cloud of black smoke filled the girl's translucent body, gradually spreading to her heart, and her figure seemed to fade.
"Mr. Hoodie!" Dict shouted.
But Hu Di seemed to have never heard of it.
Only the girl looked at Hu Di intently: "Hu Di, that sword"
However, Hu Di shook his head. If Shizu disappeared, what meaning would the sword have to him?
In other words, what does this fantasy mean to him?
"Hu Di, you promised me."
"But……"
"There is no but, pick up that sword. Do you still remember your promise to me? What I hope to see is you who move forward bravely."
Hu Di hesitated slightly.
What he was worried about was that if he turned around, the girl would disappear without a trace.
He was so afraid that what he was seeing was the last of her, and when he thought of the final outcome, his vision couldn't help but blur.
Tears came in waves.
Dragon Golden Dragon was screaming at the Dragon Worshipers: "What are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and grab the sword?"
The Dragon Worshipers took action upon hearing the news.
Dict stopped these people with a single stroke of his sword, but the old knight was weak and could only stop a few of them.
There are always fish that slip through the net
The hall was only such a small distance away, and the Dragon Worshipers seemed to be within easy reach of the sword.
But at this moment, a golden light flashed in the darkness, and with a soft 'buzz' sound, it hit the sword, knocking the blade of false victory away for a long distance.
The golden light stopped in mid-air, and everyone saw clearly that it was a clockwork fairy.
It flew half a circle in the underground hall, then hovered, and a voice came from the clockwork goblin: "Hu Di, pick up that sword, don't give up hope."
That was Fang Plover's voice.
Hu Di was startled for a moment, then turned around and looked at the clockwork fairy in mid-air with some disbelief: "Ed, I..."
"Wow!" Parker couldn't help shouting when he heard this voice: "Alchemist, you are here, I can't hold on any longer, this situation now depends entirely on me, otherwise those Dragon Worshipers would have succeeded!
"
Fang Yu glanced at the guy hiding in the corner through his goggles and was speechless. He didn't bother to pay attention to this living treasure and only said to Hu Di:
"Miss Shizu is not dead yet. There is still a chance for everything. You have given everyone in this illusion a hope. But when things come to a close, have you lost your courage?"
"But, Ed"
"Listen to me and trust me once," Fang Yu replied calmly: "I'm just here to tell you this answer. The hero's sword exists to cut away fate."
"In front of it, all fog does not exist"
Hu Di was slightly startled.
Suddenly, he felt a coldness in his palms. He looked down in surprise and found that it was Shisi holding his hand. "Go, Hu Di, Mr. Ed and others are waiting for you there..."
Hu Di was stunned for a moment.
Then he nodded firmly. He stood up and turned around. The Dragon Worshiper had almost rushed forward. The latter pulled out his dagger and tried to rush towards him.
But he did not dodge, and grabbed the hilt of the blade of false victory first.
Seeing this scene, Dict threw the sword in his hand, and a ray of silver light shot from behind, piercing the heart of the Dragon Worshiper, who shook his head with an expression of disbelief.
He fell heavily in front of Hu Di.
"Go to Gray Oak Square!" the older knight shouted.
Hu nodded, picked up his sword and ran away, but he had just reached the entrance of the underground hall when he was blocked back. He saw a man in a cloak and more than a dozen dragon worshipers in robes.
He slowly walked in from that place.
"Sir Messenger!" The leader of the Dragon Worshipers canceled the spell in his hand and shouted towards the man who walked in.
But the man didn't even look at him.
He only looked down at Hu Di and said softly: "I know you, young man, you are a member of the Dragon Fire Guild. Give us the sword in your hand, and I can guarantee that your little lover will come back to life, you know
who are we"
He looked at Dict again: "Death is an insurmountable chasm for mortals, but it is not so for us. There are so many tragedies in this world, so this makes us pursue the essence of power."
The older knight looked at these people with a cold expression.
He almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "The Eternal One"
Thirty years ago, it was precisely because of these people that the disaster of Dolifen occurred. Compared with them, those ordinary dragon worshipers were not worth mentioning at all.
But this time, he no longer has that heroic lady fighting alongside him.
Hu Di looked at these people and slowly shook his head. Of course he would not believe these people's lies. Moreover, he had not learned anything about the Immortal in the Dragon Fire Guild.
But the man didn't seem to care. Instead, he looked at Dict and said, "Mr. Dict, don't you rely on such a great power to survive until now? Eternity, isn't this the ultimate pursuit of mortals?"
"Immortal puppet?" Dickert sneered.
"Any power has its price," the messenger shook his head: "Besides, the Dragon Servant is just a rumor. If you join us, you will understand the truth."
"Sorry, not interested." Dickert replied.
"Then you have to hurry up and think about it, Mr. Dickert," the messenger said with a smile: "After all, your power comes from a special source. When this illusion is shattered, it will be too late to regret it."
He looked at Hu Di again: "Young man, your little lover is the same. You don't want to see her disappear into ashes."
"Hu Di, I was once one of them," Shisi's voice became weaker and weaker: "But eternal life is always just a false illusion for mortals. The will of those immortals you see is no longer their own.
Already."
Hu nodded.
He took a step back, grasped the Blade of False Victory with both hands, and pointed it directly at these people.
The messenger shook his head when he saw this: "You are really stubborn. It was the same thirty years ago. But those things you rely on are actually destined to be false. You think this sword can save you."
He pointed.
A gray ray of light shot out from his hand, hitting the sword in Hu Di's hand.
But the shadow of the indestructible elf holy sword Garapea, which had trapped Nicol Bolas's Eye of Venus in this illusion for thirty years, actually looked like a broken piece in this gray light.
Glass is average.
It exploded with a bang, and the broken steel pieces pierced Hu Di behind like countless needles, causing him to scream and fall to the ground covered in blood.
"Hu Di!"
Shizu stared at this scene with wide eyes and disbelief.
She looked at the painful young man and couldn't help but shed tears, but she couldn't believe how the holy sword that the lady entrusted to her protection could be destroyed so easily.
The man looked at Hu Di who was lying in a pool of blood, and sneered: "Thank you very much for bringing this sword to this place. If it hadn't been here and its guardian was extremely weak, I would have really
There's no way to do it that easily."
He walked over slowly, bent down, and picked up the broken hilt of Jalapeña's sword in full view of everyone. He looked at everyone present, especially Dict, jokingly: "You lost again, just like you did thirty years ago.
Same."
"But you didn't win either, just like you did thirty years ago."
A sudden voice sounded.
The messenger was slightly startled. This topic seemed to annoy him to the extreme. "Who is it?" He roared angrily, raised his head, and saw the plover fairy in mid-air.
But the clockwork fairy was slowly falling to the ground and landed next to Hu Di.
"I said, you made one mistake from the beginning."
Fang Plover spoke again.
But this time, the sound came from the corridor behind the hall.
The man turned around in shock and saw a young man slowly walking out of the darkness with an incredibly beautiful girl.
The maid behind the two people was holding a person in her hand, and she threw the person in front of him, who was also a Dragon Worshiper.
It's the immortal he left outside to watch.
But he looked at these people with some vigilance. These people did not seem to have the strength to defeat his men. He suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.
Because he saw the man behind Fang Yu.
"It's you, Rune Lincius, you are here as expected."
"You know me, but I don't know you," Lu En glanced at these people: "Did all those people thirty years ago suffer retribution and die cleanly? Why are all the faces we see today?
"
He glanced at the messenger jokingly: "It seems that you so-called immortals have much shorter lives than ordinary people like me."
The man was almost furious to death from the ridicule, and his face turned pale.
He was about to say something.
But when he saw Fang Plover stretch out his hand and wave gently in this direction, he saw the broken sword on the ground, suddenly seemed to be gathered up by an invisible hand.
Countless fluorescent lights flew out from the fragments and converged in the direction of the boy.
Then it blends into the latter's chest.
It disappeared in a moment.
He stared at this scene dumbfounded, instinctively feeling something was wrong, and subconsciously asked: "What the hell is this!?"
But an even shriller voice sounded from behind him: "Stop him! He has that thing on him!" It was the frightened scream of Dragon's Golden Eyes.
"That thing?"
The messenger was stunned.
But he saw Fang Plover slowly raise his hand.
In the opponent's hand was a scepter that looked ordinary enough. If there was anything special about it, perhaps it was the Holy Emblem of the Dawn that represented the Kaolin royal family.
But the man's expression changed drastically.
"...This scepter!"
"Didn't you win?" Fang Yu said calmly: "Then let me first ask if Dolifen agrees."
