"I don’t beg you not to exterminate the balanced sects. I beg you … ahem …" Ji suddenly laughed. "I beg you not to let him die."
Ji’s last sentence was that he had never begged for sincerity in his life.
He lived a lonely life, but he didn’t need to fall into this world when he retired.
But when he is old and dying, he has to put his arrogant head down to beg others to be an enemy. He has really devoted himself to the balanced Sect.
"Be careful …?" Robber watched for a long time as the last Presidion soldier escorted him to the last grandson of Ionia, the world tree.
The killing around has entered the end, except for Devon, who is still killing wildly. Most people have stopped, and the sword in their hands has surrounded the world tree.
Prech Canon army has been routed.
The Presidic dynasty is at the end of its rope.
Louis XIV leaned his body against the tree with a smile as if he had gone completely mad.
He watched all the people suddenly put away their laughter, straightened their swords, and said in a more dignified tone, "Leave me alone, I am tired."
Then he died.
A moment later, all the Plexigian soldiers in the city and the last Plexigian soldiers let out a long cry of grief.
"The sky collapses! ! ！”
"The sky collapses! ! ！”
"The sky collapses! ! ！”
"The sky collapses! ! ！”
April of the New World calendar is the third era of Ionia calendar, and the spark month lasted for 612 years. The Presidic dynasty finally came to an end in the fallen leaves city. At last, Louis Andre Presidic, the king’s grandson, failed to rise like a spark to continue the country. He swallowed his anger and folded his sword to wither the world tree.
Never to return to his king’s city and his throne.
He was the first and last king to die outside.
"Well, I promise you," I slowly nodded to be continued.
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"Prehi Canon-"
In the end, the city was alone, only the soldiers of Prekhidic raised their swords around their dead king.
"long live! ! ！”
After the last angry roar, they launched the last charge
Fear of charge
die for one’s country
"Stupid …" Chen Senran felt the two words from the mouth of those who came from the city and were not afraid of death.
"Stupid …" Meng Qi propped himself up and let himself lean against the wall, looking at the dying faces of those men through the war.
"But great" Chen Senran paused and added.
but
"Tear-"Reality tears the greatness.
A sharp flying axe beheaded the charging crowd. Draven took the lead and rushed into the enemy line, once again enjoying his killing feast.
He walks steadily, he flies an axe, and he is like a killing machine harvesting lives more efficiently.
The rhythm of killing people without the slightest delay is like killing pigs and dogs, which makes everyone shudder at heart.
This is not a person at all. He is an evil spirit from hell.
He …
"He …" Meng Qi couldn’t help it.
"He …" Chen Senran cocked his head and remembered the scene when he appeared in front of his face again.
He walked up to himself step by step at a calm pace and said, "Let me kill people."
So he kills people now.
Keep killing people
But even if he killed so many similar people and shed so much blood, it seems that he can fill the gap in his heart.
What is missing?
"Tear-"The last person was cut in half by him. He stopped moving more smoothly than clean and concise, just like dancing.
Prestige has been destroyed, and there are only two groups left in the battlefield.
For a moment, the original was also sincere, and both sides pointed their swords at each other.
The atmosphere was strangely transient.
And some people have discovered the silence and rushed to the past towards him.
Rob didn’t stop it. He looked at the high-ranking elders of the balanced sects and watched him warily and lifted him up.
"What should I do if I pick it up?" Meng Qi knows that his home court has passed, and now it is the man beside him.