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Borg – Nesson looked at him with shock.

After a while, he slowly lamented: “You are a genius, my friend…”

“But it will be very dangerous.”

“How can Marshal’s attendants Knight and Student be afraid of danger?” Borg – Nesson replied: “I see your approach works, how can we divide the work now?”

“How to divide labor?”

Borg – Nesson Viscount continues: “Demonic Cultist at Aouine, mainly Origin Association and Tree Shepherds, and the two organizations are opposite each other, so we better separate them to investigate them. I have a preliminary idea. , the Origin Association handed it to you, Tree Shepherds handed it to me –“

Knight raises head, silently glanced at one’s own companion: “Borg, although the Origin Association is more adept at camouflage, the Tree Shepherds are much more organized, according to the strength of both of us –“

“stop and stop,” Borg – Nesson quickly interrupted him: “I am a student of adulthood, you have to let me make a contribution, right?”

Knight was silent for a moment, nodded.

Aouine’s slanting sun is slowly sinking under the Grahár Mountain Ranges, and the darkness gradually engulfs the earth.

However, the star industry has risen and shines in the night sky.

Lion Heart Holy Sword was born in the era of First King Eicht.

Seven hundred years later, this sword was once again held in the hands of the Lionheart descendant –

Amandina silently looked at the sword in his hand.

Since this Holy Sword can no longer carry the ideal to bring light to the kingdom, then at least not let its power be in the hands of the Sasaarland people, leading this ancient kingdom to destruction.

It was born in the sages and established this country that carries glory and vows.

Then its destruction may be destined to give people the last hope.

The cycle of history has come to an end.

The sword was born of Sifah and died of Sifah.

She held the sword and decided to fulfill this promise with this ancient surname.

She raised her sword and showed a comforting smile on her face.

Raises head, bright eyes like a sword light, straight to the despicable traitor.

Makarov subconsciously retreat a step further.

“What are you doing !?”

“Let it down!”

Warlock Sadr has realized that it is wrong.

He suddenly shot from one’s own position, and his pale hands were hooked up like a paw, and there was a word in his mouth. The electric light of purple shot from the necklace on his chest.

But the power of the sword has been integrated into the bloodline of the Sifah family.

In the darkness of the Miss Adviser, the pointer to Time is slowing down.

She saw the big eyes of the traitor, the muscles on her face from slack to tightness, and then slowly widened her mouth to reveal the teeth inside – every detail was vivid, his hand was like a dying old man Gradually lifted up, a little bit stuck in the chest, this simple movement, experienced for a century.

And Warlock Sadr opened his fingers and lightning struck a little bit from his fingertips. It wasn’t like a quick light, it was more like a tipping over the paint, and the purple and silver were mixed together to slowly soak the canvas, inch by inch. Move forward.

The whole world seems to have been frozen.

Amandina saw that the chair that Warlock had knocked down was suspended in midair, and the four legs were off the ground and slowly tilted in the air. A book called Manovale Botany was taken off the table and landed on the ground with a visible trajectory. The process was slow to the extreme.

Then she put down the sword behind her.

The sword in the hand slowly slid backwards, and then an arc was drawn from the bottom to the top. When the arc was reset, the sword flew out.

Makarov did not respond at all.

Warlock Sadr’s mouth was awkward, but suddenly stopped, the fury on his face turned into a horror, and the movements on his hands stopped. The eyes reflected a bright, incandescent line with him. Wrongly passed.

Makarov did not respond at all.

That second was divided into countless moments.

But only a white awn screamed through the center of the house.

Unstoppable breakdown of Makarov’s chest –

Time resumed normal hooliganism.

Warlock Sadr turned his back and looked at the pure and innocent sword light in front of him, opening Makarov. The traitor did not even have time to mourn, and the expression of panic, unwillingness, pain, and remorse was fixed in the last moment, and then melted into a white flame.

Some people have the opportunity to be famous and become another person remembered by Aouine.

But he chose another path.

This road leads to the final demise in the flames.

After penetrating the traitor of the royalist, Lion Heart Sword continued to move forward and hit a metal astronomical instrument on the desk.

In the eyes of Warlock Sadr surprised and angry, this Aouinian’s Holy Sword, like a fragile glass, broke the word edge and turned it into countless pieces, flying to all directions.