Fang Xian looked at the excited old man and matched up with a certain guy in his memory.
“I didn’t expect that Lord ‘Crow’ is really here.”
The 'scientist' said excitedly: "Heiman, the arcanist of the Sunburg Kingdom, salutes you!"
Fang Xian nodded, scanned around and found four groups of people in the square.
The first wave was from the Narnias Empire, mixed with a large number of clergy and iron knights. They glared at themselves, which was understandable, after all, they had killed a prince of the other party.
In addition, a group of platinum-haired guys gathered together, they should be members of the Miller family, headed by William Miller.
There are also several high-level ghouls and controlled dependents, as well as Heyman and a few friends.
Before, they were fighting in a scuffle.
"What are you fighting over?"
Fang Xian looked around, chuckled, and asked directly.
As a fourth-level boss, he really doesn't have to worry too much in front of a group of second- and third-level people.
The environment of the secret realm is so special that even extraordinary items from the outside world will lose their effect here.
Unless... it's an artifact level!
But there are not many such treasures in the whole world.
"It's to fight for the 'Supreme Agreement'!"
Heyman smiled bitterly and replied.
At this time, Fang Xian also saw the gray-white stone tablet in the middle of the square, with crisscrossed ravines on the surface, as if it had been washed away over a long period of time.
"Is it the Supreme Agreement?"
Fang Xian didn't care about anything else and asked directly: "What's the use?"
"It is not a divine weapon, but it is more precious than a divine weapon. It is said that if an extraordinary person can control it, he can get rid of the shackles and become a great being on the top of the tower..."
Heyman replied with feverish eyes: "At the same time, its greatest function is notarization and contract, which even the gods cannot violate!"
"Your Excellency, 'Crow', please help our Miller family. This place is originally our private property. If you are willing to help us, the Miller family will become your forever friends, and you can choose your reward from the treasure house..."
William Miller looked at Fang Xian with a pleading voice.
'Return it to you? This was originally the property of the Roland family...'
Fang Xian rolled his eyes inwardly and looked at the clergy of the Narnia Empire and the group of ghouls.
"You have become an enemy of the empire and will be punished by my lord, unless your sins are washed away with great meritorious deeds..."
A guy who looked like a bishop made a very arrogant declaration, but in fact he made a condition secretly.
'A gold-level prince died in vain? The royal family is so miserable...'
Fang Xian shook his head secretly.
"Jie Jie... How could this strong man be afraid of the 'Iron-Blooded Lord'? A god of that level cannot enter the secret realm at all, otherwise it will burst the place and leave everyone with nothing..."
The president of the Gourmet Association, a handsome-looking 'Gluttony King' with dark red pupils said with a strange smile.
"You... are so annoying!"
Fang Xian's voice was low: "What I like is mine!"
Upon hearing this, the Miller family, the ghouls, and the clergy were all stunned.
It seemed unimaginable that this mysterious strong man could be so greedy.
Fang Xian took a step forward and walked towards the center of the square.
The crowd around them just watched, and no one dared to take action first.
After all, the gap between the third and fourth steps cannot be bridged by the number of people.
Fang Xian came to the center of the square and looked at the stone tablet of the 'Supreme Agreement', his expression suddenly changed.
On its surface, there are already a lot of marks like knives and axes, and it seems that it will disintegrate in the next moment, but Fang Xian knows that its essence is extremely tough.
What's more important is that the messy traces seem to be trying to cover up a certain mark.
If he hadn't walked closer and looked carefully, he wouldn't have even noticed it.
This mark is very familiar. It consists of an inverted triangle and a ring of ouroboros. It is the symbol of "Dreamland"!
'It actually has something to do with it?'
Fang Xian became interested and stretched out his right hand, ready to touch the stone tablet.
"Do it!"
Seeing this scene, the clergy of the Narnias Empire finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the bishop took out a charm from his arms.
The carrier of this spell is a piece of iron, and there are traces of rust and blood soaking on the surface.
As soon as it was taken out, it had a dangerous aura and seemed not to be suppressed by the secret realm.
In other words, after being weakened, it is still very scary!
"It's a spell given by the gods!"
Heyman exclaimed.
Only items involving the True God can exert a certain effect in the secret realm.
next moment.
A ball of crimson with dark light enveloped the members of the Gourmet Association.
Before the president could say anything, he looked at his body.
His extremely powerful ghoul body was melting like a wax statue, bit by bit, leaving a disgusting pool of pus on the ground.
This group of ghouls perished directly under the attack of the God's Talisman.
"Bishop Heigl..."
The clergyman next to him looked at the bishop very strangely and didn't understand why he attacked the people from the Gourmet Association.
Although both sides are also enemies, isn't the bigger target at this time the 'crow'?
"A heart-stopping power... Sir Crow can actually control dreams and deflect this attack?"
An expression of amazement appeared on Heyman's face: "No... rather than diverting the attack, it is better to directly mislead Heigl's senses. He thought he was attacking the crow, but was actually attacking the Gourmet Association?"
Manipulate dreams!
This is a weird ability!
"The annoying ants should leave!"
Fang Xian raised his head and looked up at the sky.
Drops of black drizzle fell, covering the clergy of the Narnias Empire and the members of the Miller family.
"Then...what is that? A resentful spirit!"
A member of the Miller family stared at an empty space in horror, suddenly stretched out his hands and strangled his own neck until his face turned purple and black.
Another member just glanced down and seemed to trigger some killing pattern. His neck was broken and the body fell down.
…
"Sir, why are you targeting us?"
William Miller said angrily, while commanding the family members: "Retreat quickly."
Unfortunately, it's too late.
He saw that at some point, a dense darkness appeared around him. From the darkness, incomplete figures came out one after another, surrounding him.
Suddenly, a figure whose whole body was charred took a step forward and came to William Miller, almost face to face with him.
"It's a curse!"
William Miller is the "Golden King" in the outside world, and his status alone is enough to easily suppress this curse.
But now, he is too weak, so weak that he may be killed by the simplest curse!