Chapter 239

"No!"

The shrill howl echoed in the rain. Count Hayden watched countless soldiers trained day and night turn into piles of ice in front of him. It was clear that the frozen internal organs, the slightly bloody frost, and the pupils who died in peace.

The color of resentment flickered in his eyes, but he didn't want to. The fatal danger suddenly appeared in his heart. He just wanted to activate the spell scroll in the space ring. A big head rose up in the air, and the gushing blood soaked in the rain and dripping on the surface of the frozen frost.

"Well... Some familiar faces..."

As soon as my thoughts began, the dark picture destroyed the fire of my soul, and count Hayden's breath of life dissipated slowly with the cold breeze.

The sound of magic spell has not been completely sounded, and a slaughter is burning like a flame in the night rain.

The blue frost solidified, the violet Guard Corps held a sharp blade, the cold light shone on the fear face, the overflowing blood mixed with the intermittent rain flowed along the floor gap, and finally gathered into a bloody stream.

Da Da! Da Da!

Guy walked on the dilapidated battlefield with a relaxed face. The sound of pain and sorrow echoed in his ears, accompanied by the cold light of the sharp blade, and then the breath of life dissipated.

"The sadness of the desperate!" guy looked down at the ferocious head under his feet, and there was still anger and resentment in his wide pupils.

"Duke dakama, go on, the war is not over, and the glory of victory has not yet bloomed."

"We need to hurry!"

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Misty rain is falling. In the most central area of the vallant palace, there stands a magnificent building with bright lights and a barbaric and ancient atmosphere.

St. Bernard's palace, a handed down palace named after Valente I, has luxurious transparent walls constructed of opalestone, black jade and colored glass, finely carved windows decorated with elegance, crescent eaves reflecting dim starlight, and finely patterned marble columns supporting golden spires.

"The years are twenty-one years, and finally come back again!" ice blue hair slightly obscured his sight, and old memories surged up. Guy looked at the gorgeous buildings in front of him and sighed, but his indifferent tone was filled with deeply depressed madness.

He never forgot to leave limontanlu in a panic, such as a lost dog, no, even more tragic. He fell from heaven to hell, and his indifferent eyes gathered around him, as if watching the clown of the circus, waiting for the funny moment.

"I don't believe in fate. I break free. I want to see the true face of everyone, including you, my father and my king!"

Guy walked up the taupe marble stairs step by step, as if he were climbing the golden throne that was once within reach and now out of reach.

The cold shower invaded the palace. The thin cold breath was emitted from guy's body, condensed into fine frost, spread all over the ground, and gradually disappeared into the palace together with guy's figure.

"Guard St. Bernard's palace. No one is allowed to approach. Violators......" Duke dakama said coldly, looking around the violet guards standing silently.

"There is no amnesty for killing!"

"Yes!"

The dull response echoed, and the violet Guard Corps scattered everywhere, guarding the luxurious and transparent palace behind. No one can tell whether the final end of silence is glory or rebellion.

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The dim yellow magic light shines on the solemn and heavy corridor, and hundreds of lanterns are hung at the four corners. The gold wire is hung, which looks like a mysterious golden link from a distance.

The pure blue staff suspended in front of guy radiated a faint light, vaguely shining through the corridor, but he didn't see any guards and attendants.

Very unusual situation!

The dignified color gathered in the pupil, guy slowed down, the cold blue light fog shrouded, and the suddenly falling temperature paved the frost road.

At the corner of the corridor, the lights became dim, the door was slightly open, and the bright red carpet spread from the door, as dark as blood.

Guy raised his eyes slightly. At the end of the bright red carpet was a golden ladder, cast by layers of colored glass, exquisite pattern carving, and then up, it was a purple and gold seat, filled with light authority in the void.

Then, with his extremely cold black eyes, the silence came quietly.

"Ha, father, you're really old," guy said with cold eyes and harsh words.

Compared with the pictures that only exist in memory, his father Lloyd is much older. His wrinkled face, pale face and thin body all show the traces left by time

Most importantly, he felt the breath of life falling into a state of extinction at any time.

"I'm so old that I pity you, and your final plan will eventually fail!" guy stepped forward, and the blue Rune of the cross in his pupil glittered cold.

"Sawyer, my incompetent brother, do you really think he can inherit the throne?"

Suddenly, a smile bloomed on the old face. Lloyd Craig wallant, his Majesty the king of stoke Kingdom, burst into laughter, mixed with complacency and comfort.

"Sawyer, I once saw your shadow from him. Unfortunately, he can't stand the temptation and is mixed with too many forces."

Lloyd stood up tremblingly from the purple and gold throne, motioned Jasper not to help himself, then walked down the glass steps step by step and walked slowly along the bright red carpet.

"This is my kingdom!"

"Of course I have the right to decide who is the heir!"

"Including you!"

Standing in his position, Lloyd looked at guy not far away, his cold black eyes showing a trace of satisfaction.

"Me?" guy laughed at his father in front of him. The blue Rune of the cross rotates wildly, and the color of hatred and madness is not hidden.

"Hahaha, it makes me want to laugh!"

"Didn't you give me up long ago? I was expelled to the desolate north to guard the gate of sorrow! I can't return to limontanlu from now on!"

Boom!

The majestic breath oppressed guy like a blanket. Lloyd restrained his smile and said calmly, "if not, the stoke kingdom will be doomed."

"The rotten roots are eroding the Kingdom, and I have to compromise..."

Hiss! Hiss!

The blue frost condensed into ice edges, crisscross in the void, tearing the diffuse majesty like prison pressure.

Guy stepped forward, and the pure blue staff released turbulent energy in front of him, like a demon from the cold hell, patrolling the world.

"Uncle Jasper, please don't move, I know what you want to do!" guy Huoran turned his head and looked at the unreal shadow behind his father Lloyd, with a slight tingling in his soul.

"The information is correct. Uncle Jasper really crossed the natural moat."

"A legendary assassin, under the new legend crown!"