About one kilometer away from the gate of Lengshan City, Royler stopped his mount.
A feeling of extreme danger hit him at this moment. Even the undead unicorn was treading on the spot uneasily, its huge hooves digging deep pits into the ground.
Then, Roy looked through the wind and rain and saw the ascetic monk at the head of Lengshan City.
The moment the two sides' eyes collided, Roy felt that the whole world had become quiet.
The surrounding farmland, trees, sky, and even the air disappeared, leaving only an unforgettable memory and an increasingly violent heartbeat.
The memory comes from the magic tower of Neuotans, from the scene that traveled through the long river of history and returned to the banks of the Frost River more than ten years ago.
At that time, my mother was standing on this side of the long frost river. And an old man in red was standing on the other side of the long frost river.
That's him!
In his mind, it was like the sound of bells and drums, like thousands of thunders, and like the deep and silent night sky, boundless and soundless... Roy's eyes turned red little by little.
First it was like a layer of light red veil, then the second layer, the third layer...
By the end, it was as red as blood!
The pair of pupils that had been hidden appeared uncontrollably. Under the blue pupils, a pair of black pupils, like the descending devil, emerged from the night sky.
The two looked at each other from a distance, and then they both laughed.
Almost at the same time, Austin, who was sitting in the laboratory doing experiments, suddenly raised his head. He put down the tools in his hands, wiped his skull knuckles with a towel, walked out of the castle slowly, and looked up into the distance.
sky.
The sky was as black as ink as if someone had painted it heavily.
On the Holy See Hill, Pope Nicholas II slowly put down the book in his hand and looked up to the south.
In the Dharma Temple, Abraham closed his magic notebook and sighed slowly.
…
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Roy dismounted and put the living treasure into the pendant. Then he took off his imprisonment armor, straightened his clothes, held the Sword of Judgment in his backhand, turned around and walked back to the way he came.
Behind him, Pullman jumped off the city wall and followed Roy.
The two of them walked in tandem, walking neither fast nor slow.
Roy stopped when he reached a small river.
"Why did you choose this place?" Pullman walked with his hands behind his back and stood not far from Roy.
"Because there is a river here," Roy turned his head and faced him, smiling and showing his white teeth. "Although this is not a long river of frost, I think it needs a river."
"Don't you know that your mother died by the river?" Pullman said with a smile, "This is not a good sign."
"Really?" Roy's expression remained unchanged, his smile did not change, "I remember that sixteen years ago by the Frost River, you were so angry when you saw my illusion disappear. Have you adjusted your mood now?"
Pullman's eyes narrowed slightly.
From the first moment they met, the two were fighting in an invisible way.
For Pullman, who had experienced countless life-and-death battles, such confrontations were as natural as eating and drinking.
But what he didn't expect was that the boy in front of him, who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, would be so impeccable. There was no flaw in either his mind or his aura.
After a moment of silence, Pullman asked: "How did you know about what happened sixteen years ago?"
Sarah committed suicide that year, and all the Farrington knights who protected her were also killed in battle. Therefore, the world may know that Sarah died on the banks of the Frost River, but no one knows who the real murderer was, let alone the details at the time.
But this kid, it was as if he had seen it with his own eyes, which made Pullman full of doubts.
However, as soon as the question came out of his mouth, he laughed to himself: "Forget it, you don't need to answer it. Since we have already met, everything is not important anymore."
"Oh?" Roy raised his eyebrows slightly, "You must be thinking that you will kill me anyway, and as long as I die, everything will be over. So, no matter how I know what happened sixteen years ago, it doesn't matter
It’s important, right?”
Pullman smiled and said nothing.
"However, you have never thought about what if the person who dies is you," Roy's smile became a little sarcastic, "then before you die, you still have an unanswered question. Wouldn't it be very depressing?
"
A gust of wind passed between the two of them.
Pullman looked into Roy's eyes.
These double-pupil eyes with blue and black pupils look so strange.
Pullman had to admit that in the past sixteen years, this boy with strange eyes had grown from a two or three-year-old boy into an opponent worthy of his serious consideration.
Although he is young, he is too old-fashioned - he is even provoking himself.
A smile slowly cracked from the corner of Pullman's mouth.
Things in the world are indeed wonderful.
Sixteen years is enough time for a little boy who can easily kill him to have the strength and sharp teeth to challenge him. But unfortunately, he has also experienced sixteen years.
This young man did not know what he had experienced in the past sixteen years, and naturally he could not understand that if anyone has endured sixteen years of punishment in the Lotus Hell, then nothing can shake his soul.
There is no gap in my heart at all.
"I'm not a curious person, so your answer is of no use to me." Pullman was not in a hurry, but looked at Roy with a smile, like a cat looking at the mouse under its paws.
"So your weakness isn't curiosity?" Roy asked with some disappointment.
"No." Pullman shook his head.
"But, everyone has weaknesses, no one is exception. Just like you tried to use my mother to anger me, you should also understand this very well," Roy frowned, thinking, "Let me guess,
What would your weakness be?"
"I don't know what my weakness is," Pullman said seriously, "but I know your weakness is too much nonsense."
"No, this is my advantage," Roy shook his head, still thinking, "Let me think about it..."
His eyes suddenly lit up: "By the way, I know your weakness..."
He smiled and pointed at his nose: "It's me, right?"
Pullman's smile suddenly turned a little cold.
"I guessed it right," Roy said excitedly, "Think about it, sixteen years ago by the Frost River, your real target was actually me. But, you failed."
"So, what will a loser go through?" Roy looked Pullman up and down, "No matter what it is, I think it won't be easy."
Pullman's fingers moved slightly.
boom!
The two fields exploded from Pullman and Roy almost at the same time. After a fierce collision, Pullman did not move at all, while Roy somersaulted back more than ten meters and landed on the ground.
"Field?" Pullman's face was ferocious, "A mere three-star knight of the Great Light dares to covet the power of God. He is indeed a heretic!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand and grabbed Roy.
But at the moment of taking action, Pullman's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly glanced at the woods in front of him on the left, and his pupils suddenly shrank - in his field of vision, an arrow pierced through the woods and headed straight for his throat.
Bang! Pullman grabbed Roy's hand and changed its direction. He swung it violently, released his strength, and slammed into the arrow, causing it to explode in the air and turn into flying ash.
However, his hand was numb for a while, and the field shook slightly with the arrow.
An elf girl holding a green long bow walked out of the forest barefoot
"The Holy Land of the Elves."
Seeing this girl, Pullman understood why Roy was talking so much nonsense. However, just when a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, his expression suddenly changed and he turned his head to look in another direction.
Over there, an old dwarf wearing heavy armor walked out carrying an axe.
"The Holy Land of the Dwarves."
Pullman's cold eyes changed slightly. But at this moment, the third wave of fluctuation appeared, and he suddenly turned his head.
Behind him, Morton slowly walked out of the shadows.
Since Morton was forcibly signed a contract with the demon Banksar, he has become Roy's servant. A single thought from Roy can control his life and death.
After cooperating with Roy to kill Watts and Old Barno, Morton, the former deputy leader of the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group and a villain with many evil deeds, disappeared from everyone's sight.
But no one knew that he didn't really disappear, but became a shadow beside Roy.
As for the elf saint Xiangxiang and the dwarf iron department leader Tie Laoer, they followed Roy as guardians of the two tribes.
You must know that Roy is not only the holy son of the elves, but also the thunder bearer of the dwarves. He not only maintains the future of the two races, but also maintains the cooperation between the two races and humans in this apocalyptic world.
Therefore, when Roy left the group, they followed him far behind.
They don't care about the knights or military discipline, their mission is just to ensure Roy's safety.
Three holy realms, plus a cunning boy who owns a realm... Pullman's expression became serious.
Although these three sanctuaries are all primary sanctuaries below the tenth level, they are still a trouble. What makes Pullman even more uncomfortable is that these three people are not what he expected.
For the first time, things gave him signs of being out of control.
"It seems that I still underestimate you," Pullman looked away from the three saints and fell on Roy's face, "There are actually three strong saints protecting you..."
"I said, my nonsense is my advantage," Roy said with a smile, "Are you surprised?"
"Surprise?" Pullman looked at him coldly and said sarcastically: "You don't think you can defeat me just by yourself, do you?"
"Isn't it enough?" Roy looked surprised, then laughed and asked leisurely: "How long have you been waiting for me in Lengshan City?"
"Three days," Pullman said.
"I actually turned here on a temporary basis," Roy said, "but you already knew I would come here. The power of the Holy See is really powerful and mysterious. Is this the fate you like to talk about most?"
Pullman looked indifferent and didn't bother to explain - how could a mortal understand the power of God?
"Sixteen years ago, it was you," Roy said, "Sixteen years later, it's you too. If I guess correctly, there must be some kind of fateful connection between us, and you are waiting here just for
Cut off this line of fate and complete what you should have done sixteen years ago. This is very important to both the Holy See and you."
Rarely, Pullman nodded and said seriously: "Yes, it is very important."
"Since it is a legendary battle of fate, it must be very gorgeous," Roy looked him up and down. "You must have been preparing for a long time, and your heart is full of piety, with a solemn sense of ceremony... After all, ten
Six years later, I finally found me..."
To Pullman, Roy was right about everything he said.
Indeed, for him, this is a ceremony, a sacrifice... and an end to the entanglement of sixteen years of fate. Naturally, it is a very serious and solemn matter.
But when this young man talked about it, it was full of ridicule and frivolity, which was harsh to the ears.
This made Pullman feel that his faith was being blasphemed and his belief was being ridiculed.
"What do you want to say?" Pullman's fingers began to beat slightly again, and he was already a little impatient.
"What I want to say is..." The smile on Roy's face disappeared, "You made a mistake."
Pullman was stunned.
"You think you are very powerful, you think you have everything under control, you think you are the master above, you think this will be the ceremony to sum up your destiny..."
Roy waved his hand, and three bone dragons appeared in the sky.
"You wait patiently for me to come to your door automatically..."
The red level 12 demon Banksal emerged from the void leading eight level 11 demons and seventy-two level 10 demons.
"You talk to me with a smile, you are neither impatient nor impatient, and there is no gap in your heart. You look at me like a cat looks at a mouse. You think you are strong. Under your absolute power, I am simply an ant..."
King Behemoth, who was three meters tall and wearing heavy armor, slowly walked out.
The sky, all around...
Pullman was surrounded.
His fingers went from being ready to move to trembling, his whole body was cold, his mind went blank, and in his ears, there was only the sarcastic voice of the fateful boy.
"But you don't understand that you are just an old dog sent to be slaughtered!"
In the field of vision, the young man's smile was particularly hateful.
"This is a bullshit fateful battle. I can kill you if I fight against you!"