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It was like stepping on cotton. At this moment, Bals couldn't feel the feeling in his legs at all, and he was rolling and crawling.

However, an arm made of earth and stone formed from under his feet and grasped his calf.

[Secret Word·Hand of Elements]

The momentary imbalance left him unable to adjust his body shape, and he could only fall heavily to the ground.

He still wanted to struggle, but the clay arms that seemed like tofu before were indestructible at this moment.

All efforts are in vain.

He heard heavy footsteps not far behind him, followed by Aaron's weak but firm voice, "Bars, do you still want to escape?"

Aaron never forgot that Bars knew some information about the Albert family.

Now is Balth's most vulnerable time and his only chance.

Afterwards, whether Bals regained his gold-level combat power or was wanted by the Kingdom of Algrant and was caught and executed, he would probably never have the chance to see Bals again.

Although the last "Elemental Hand" consumed a lot of his physical strength, and even his steps were a little sloppy, he did not feel tired and was extremely energetic.

The light screen in front of me was like a waterfall, popping up prompts for increasing knowledge points, but in the blink of an eye, the secret points were consumed again.

The number of knowledge points is constantly beating and changing, but it has not increased a bit.

"Aaron..." Bars turned over with difficulty and reluctantly sat up. He first looked at the earth and stone arm at his calf, and then looked at Aaron.

"I said, Lord Bars, no, you are no longer the Lord of the City since you performed the cult ceremony." Aaron looked at him coldly, "Bars, as I said, you have not done anything about it. I take it seriously."

Bals sneered, "Do I take you seriously? Mr. Aaron, you can think about it, why should I, a gold-level transcendent, take an ordinary person seriously?"

"It's a black iron step." Aaron corrected him patiently.

"Okay, it's the Black Iron Stage, but so what? Indeed, I underestimated your Albert family, knowing clearly that old Albert..."

"What happened to old Albert?"

Bars looked at Aaron with a half-smile, "Can you let me go if I say it? Or, even if I say it, Alice will let me go?"

He looked past Aaron and looked at Alice, who was falling in front of Dagos. When he looked at Aaron again, there was already a bit of a sneer on his face, "Since you can't guarantee it, why should I say it?"

"I can let you die quickly."

"Happy? Hahahaha, Mr. Aaron, don't forget, when I chose to go to the cultists midway, I was already mentally prepared. The cultic aura will only be more difficult to master and more cruel than the extraordinary aura. But I really didn’t expect that I would actually lose at your hands. Aaron, you don’t understand how many opportunities I had to win easily, but it seems that I chose the wrong target..."

Bals murmured to himself, as if he was comforting himself or explaining to Aaron, "The Iris family is paying attention to you, the Tower of Stars is paying attention to you, the Church of the Human-Faced Rat is paying attention to you, even that Natural disaster..."

His lips wriggled, but he still didn't dare to say his title loudly, and just vaguely said, "Mr. Aaron, is this a good thing? Of course it is a good thing, it allows you to survive. Yes, Mr. Aaron , as you may think, the Albert blood flowing in you is indeed not ordinary, I have seen the power of old Albert with my own eyes."

Aaron looked at him calmly and did not interrupt his soliloquy. He wanted to know more.

But he also understood that Baars was able to say this so generously, not to get a happy relief, nor to discover his conscience before his death.

The moment Bals set out to take advantage of the cult aura, he had completely removed his conscience. In other words, when all extraordinary people embarked on the path to extraordinary, I am afraid that everyone has unconsciously separated themselves from ordinary people. Differentiated.

Mortal morals are nothing but a ridiculous constraint to them.

After all, a dragon cannot be tied down with a thin rope.

As he expected, the next moment, Bars smiled ferociously, "But are you sure that they really have good intentions? Do you think that a down-and-out and uneducated nobleman can really attract so much attention? "

This is Baars' last killer move and his counterattack!

Gold coins never fall from the sky, and even if they do, it is because the money-grubbing dragon is transferring his property, and he may be attacked by the dragon in the next moment.

The Iris Family of the Kingdom of Algrant, the Tower of Stars, one of the three towers, and even the natural disaster and the Throat of Death, no matter which force they are, they are behemoths to Aaron.

Bars has understood that accidental coincidences may indeed be coincidences, but successive coincidences can only be premeditated and inevitable.

And he may have become an insignificant link in a certain plan unknowingly.

A plan that won't even bring benefits to a gold-level transcendent. What will this mean to Aaron?

Bars is looking forward to it.

In the face of such a huge plan, death may be a luxury.

In this world, there is eternal life that is more terrifying than death.

"That's just acting in character."

"Performing the true character?"

Bars was stunned. He had never heard of this term, but he seemed to be able to vaguely guess its meaning, an answer that made him a little uneasy.

A translucent ice gun was nailed right next to Aaron's feet.

Aaron looked back subconsciously, only to see Garcia standing not far away with a pale face.

"In the North, only by killing your enemies with your own hands can their souls rest in peace."

"Besides, Sir Aaron, I have to remind you that I can't die, at least you can't." Bals sneered, "The Sogetos family will not bear the charge of me having an affair with a cultist without any reason, just like you Just like my father, if you kill me, you will probably become an enemy of our family, and you will only become a laughing stock among everyone, and maybe you will become a cultist on my behalf!"

As he spoke, he laughed wildly.

He stalled for time in the conversation and managed to find a glimmer of hope!

Politics is an art of compromise.

As long as he compromises with each other, he still has a chance to survive.

He didn't believe Aaron dared to kill him!

Does Aaron dare to ignore the anger of the Sogetos family?

"I have emphasized this to you countless times, Lord Bars," Aaron crouched down and looked down at Bars, "However, you still don't seem to realize the mistake you made..."

Aaron smiled kindly, and only the two of them could hear his voice clearly, but the words he spat out made Bars feel like he was falling into an ice cave: "Why are you so sure that I am the Aaron in your eyes?"

The ice gun was held tightly in his hand and then raised high.

Baars stared angrily. Before he had time to digest this information, he just subconsciously said, "No, you can't, I can complain..."

The ice spear pierced his heart, the ice shattered, and the spreading power of ice froze him stiff in the blink of an eye, blocking his words.

"The villain dies because he talks too much, Lord Bals," Aaron said to himself, looking at Bals' unwilling face, "I suddenly don't want to know anymore."