The ancient great soul descended into this ordinary house.

The fallen wings turned into metal armor like a dragon's body and covered Enid's body, leaving only a gap in the helmet, hiding two fierce beams of pale flames.

Enid's voice was deep and haughty:

"World, long time no see, I smell the scent of little girl Arthur, but where are her knights and wizards? Why, except for my stupid son, they seem to be no longer in this country?"

The evil dragon laughed out loud:

"Jie Jie Jie, sure enough, I knew that Arthur's way of being a knight king still lost to my way of being a tyrant. She must be a loner now."

Hevin replied:

"Arthur fell into a deep sleep, but also lost the ability to rule. After so many years, many people are still willing to follow her, but no one is still loyal to you."

The evil king was a little surprised that King Arthur fell into a deep sleep.

But he did not reveal his thoughts, and the voice coming out of the armor still sounded arrogant:

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Hewen was not polite to King Bei either:

"Permission? Just because of your broken soul now attached to this armor and this girl?"

Enid raised her head and laughed boldly:

"Hahahahaha, I admire your courage. It seems that you know who I am, but if you know who I am, why would you ask such a question?"

King Bei's voice gradually turned cold:

"I am the King of Dragons. I rule half of the continent with absolute power and power. Countless soldiers fight for me in all directions. My figure can cover the sky. My believers transform into evil spirits for me. Even King Arthur also used tricks to unite countless

Only those who resist can stand against me alone."

Hevin replied:

"None of this can hide the fact that you are a loser."

The Evil King was a little disappointed. He originally thought that Hewen was a smart man and wanted to give him a chance to live. As his first minister who returned to the human world, it was a pity that he failed to cherish it.

What a pathetic and disrespectful person.

"Although you have offended me, the great king will not be angry over such a trivial matter, so I decided to let you know the cause of his death."

The corners of Enid's mouth turned up, and an evil smile appeared on her face:

"I am indeed a loser. If I lose, I lose. But in this continent, only King Arthur himself can call me this. And you, just a small mortal, have the right to dare to offend me."

The power that the White Dragon King's incomplete soul can control is only less than one hundredth of the power of the Fallen Wings. It is simply insignificant, and even a stronger mortal would have difficulty coping with it.

But what he possesses is not only the power of the dragon, but also the authority from the essence of the soul, one of which is the authority of the king.

The tyrant of the ancient England Empire was able to dominate all non-legendary intelligent races that came from his past rule.

The king's authority is also very simple to use.

The demonic dragon raised its palm in a grasping shape, pointed it at Hewen's chest, and erupted with a dazzling white light:

"Obelia is my kingdom, and as an Obelian, you should sacrifice your soul for your king."

Nothing happened.

The Evil King coughed lightly and asked in a mask of embarrassment:

"Are you from another continent?"

Hewen looked at the two flames on his helmet and said:

"Vortigern, I am not from Midgard."

The Evil King turned his head and looked away, avoiding Hewen's gaze:

"Asgardian? Giant of Jotunheim?" The evil king took a moment to calm down and forced himself to continue to look at Hevin. "But who are you? You should not offend my dignity. This

This body belongs to me, and your provocation to her is also a provocation to me."

Vortigern stopped talking about killing the other party, because if the other party was a god or a giant, it would be able to provide him with a lot of help in his great cause.

So he planned to give Hevin another chance.

Hewen looked away:

"This body is not yours, but my friend's."

Vortigern smiled:

"You mean Enid, I didn't erase her existence, now I am her, at least partly her.

"Otherwise, how could I waste so many words with you? You should pay the price for your rudeness and arrogance."

Hewen raised his right hand and made a suggestion:

"I hope you can return her body and soul to her. If possible, I am willing to provide you with an alchemy body and half of an artifact."

Vortigern glanced at the "Glory of Ullal" in his hand and refused:

"This is the body that is most suitable for my resurrection in thousands of years. It is more suitable for carrying my strength and soul than any of my children.

"Moreover, this is indeed something that belongs to me. She was built into the best carrier. It is a sacrifice offered to me by others. It is something that belongs to me."

Vortigern asked:

"But that glove is indeed a good thing. If you are willing to surrender to me and dedicate it to me, I can make you my most noble servant and enjoy eternal life and powerful power."

"And if you are unwilling to surrender to me, I will let your soul return to the underworld, and you will not be able to save that miserable girl. She has become a part of me. Killing me will only make me lose a little soul, but it will

It will completely destroy her, and the best result is to become an idiot."

Heven's answer was to use the glory of Ullal to summon a cold current, and the frost climbed onto the wall.

Vortigern had lost his patience.

He is the tyrant of Ancient England, but he is also the most powerful and evil white dragon.

A dead winter that was a hundred times more powerful than the cold current controlled by Hewen emerged from the armor,

"The only mistake a bug makes is to dare to challenge the dragon of winter." Vortigern's voice was as cold as winter itself.

A blizzard raged in the living room, swallowing up everything placed in it, including oil paintings, wooden tables, sofas, and walls. The white dragon's magic power changed their molecular structures and turned them into ice sculptures.

And Hewen, who just raised his hands, was no exception.

Hewen, whose entire body had turned to ice, still retained his firm and calm expression at the beginning. It seemed that the life had drained from him before he could react.

"A powerless hero? It's a pity that a hero who lacks strength is just a failed court clown. It is impossible to stop this king. He can't even make me laugh."

He really thought that the other party was some kind of powerful creature, so he used the winter authority belonging to the white dragon.

However, it seems that Hewen was completely killed by him without even the ability to resist. It seems that he was still too affected by the mortal soul, so he had so-called worries.

After all, in the past, except for the naive King of Knights, no one could make him take him seriously. He was the most powerful evil and the most terrifying natural disaster itself.

"Such an artifact is too wasteful in the hands of a mortal like you."

He stretched out his hand to take down Uller's glory, but found that his arm was unusually heavy.

"Oh, do you realize the fact that as long as I touch him, he will disintegrate like dust? It's such a sincere emotion. It's a pity that you met me."

Vortigern laughed loudly:

"Hahahahaha, it's been so long since I've been so happy. I've almost forgotten how wonderful it feels to trample on others. Don't worry, it's not just him, it's his little niece, your teacher, and most of New England.

All the inhabitants will go to the underworld to accompany him."
Chapter completed!