The Emerald Tower

When a bright red appeared in the east, the light shone all over De Canlon.

The white clouds are endless, like an endless platform.

Airships fell from the clouds, neatly lined up over the capital city.

The appearance of each airship caused a burst of cheers from the people below, and the huge cheers were clearly audible even in the airship.

"Here will gather the eyes of De Canlon and see those cheering? They are looking forward to your stage. The two hundred people selected by De Canlon will gather here and compete for that The only place! And the only place will be praised by the world and will be blessed by the Lord God!"

On the airship, the middle-aged butler said in an extremely provocative tone.

And this kind of incitement made the atmosphere in the entire airship become enthusiastic.

Every player is short of breath.

Dean could clearly feel the acceleration of these people's blood and the uplifting aura.

The only thing that hasn't changed is Court!

The person in charge of this ‘true me’ genre of Windmill City is looking at the contestants who can’t wait with cold eyes, with a trace of pity.

"mercy?"

Dean frowned.

This kind of mercy is not the mercy of the superior for the inferior.

It is a pity for ignorance and pity.

While Dean was thinking, Court suddenly rushed to the window of the airship.

Slap!

The heavy glass couldn't stop the impact of Court at all, and it broke into countless pieces at once, and Court went through the window.

Facing the sudden scene, all the people on the airship were taken aback.

Get rid of Dean!

When Court moved, Dean moved too.

Even faster than Court!

because. He felt a sense of danger from the airship.

"what have you done?"

Dean asked about Court, who had fallen rapidly from a high altitude. The latter looked at Dean with surprise and then relief.

"As the'real me' cstyle_txt; of course you can find something wrong with the stream!"

The other party said so.

Then, without saying a word, he just looked up.

Dean followed the opponent's gaze and looked over his head.

He found that he and Court were not the only ones jumping out of the airship. People also jumped out of other airships.

Suddenly, a bad feeling rose from the bottom of Dean's heart.

Boom boom boom!

And just as Dean's bad premonition rose, a series of low, beast-like roars appeared.

Black light burst out from the inside of the airship, forming a circle with a radius of hundreds of feet, and everything in the circle began to be squeezed and twisted.

It includes both the airship itself and the people in the airship.

Almost in an instant, within Dean's perception, there was no breath of life in the twenty airships.

And this is not the end!

Twenty black ‘circles’ with a radius of hundreds of feet. Start to gather, compress, and condense.

A circle with a radius of ten feet that was a hundred times stronger than before appeared in mid-air.

In Dean's perception, this ‘circle’ with a radius of ten feet gave him a great sense of threat!

"what is this?"

Dean frowned.

With the tenacity of his body now, even if he faces the "sun fire", he will not have such a sense of threat.

"Did you see it? This is the power of our ‘real self’ genre! It is the ‘real self’ ability of our leader!"

Court said frantically.

"Your leader's ‘true self’ ability?"

Dean narrowed his eyes.

He could judge that Court did not lie, the other party was telling the truth.

But Dean is not sure whether this is true.

The leader of the other party can make a concealment, and let the subordinates think so. So what the subordinates said. It's the truth, but the fact is not like that.

If the opposing leader really has this kind of ‘power’, then what are they doing these extra tasks?

Just find Merdili directly and kill the opponent.

With the ‘strength’ displayed by the opponent at this time, it is enough to do this.

"There must be great restrictions!"

Dean guessed like this.

And Court on the side was still persuading Dean.

"Join us! Only by joining us. Ed is your only way to survive! Otherwise, you will have a dead end! Look at those genres, the elites from various cities were killed by the leader, and Our revenge has just begun! Everything that has been imposed on us, it is time to ask for it!"

Court looked at the capital below him. Killing intent.

Dean was simply surprised by the plan of the leader of the ‘true self’ stream.

As Court said, elites from various cities are riding on the airship. The death of these elites will inevitably cause the strength of various cities to decline to varying degrees.

And if the capital is destroyed...

The entire De Canlon will inevitably fall into the war.

In fact, with the destruction of the airship that came to participate in the'War God Festival' this time, the entire De Canlon has fallen into chaos.

The battle between the ‘true self’ genre and other genres will become more intense and ruthless than ever.

Boom boom boom!

Amid the low roar of the beast, Dean looked from mid-air. Inside the city of Decanron, black ‘circles’ appeared one after another.

With the appearance of these black ‘circles’, a team of powerful samurai appeared on the streets of the capital, rushing towards the guards of the various gates.

Shouting and killing all around!

The people in the capital city who had been sluggish at this time were completely in panic.

Running and crowding.

Then there is trampling between each other.

In order to escape, these people completely ignored the others.

Panic made them lose their calm judgment, and tragedy will be inevitable.

The wailing suddenly remembered, but it quickly faded.

In the end, there were only the fallen corpse, and the footprints of blood.

"Hate will be washed away with hatred!"

Court shouted, and then he yanked the tab on the inner lining.

boom!

After a rapid uplift. A black umbrella flower appeared.

"parachute?"

Dean was taken aback again.

"Ed, you missed your last chance!"

Court looked at Dean who was a little startled, and shook his head regretfully, and then controlled the parachute in a very special half-rotation way. Glide quickly toward the ground.

It's like a paraglider.

But it is faster and more urgent than that.

Converging towards one place!

There, a tall figure stood there straight, with a simple face and a high spirit.

There is an astonishing breath of power in the body.

It echoes the sky and the black ‘circle’ on the ground.

The other party saw Dean falling rapidly in the sky, but he didn't take it seriously.

In the opponent's eyes, Dean had no aerial equipment. Falling down from the air, except for death, there is no other possibility at all.

Therefore, the other party looked at the subordinates who gathered around him quickly.

"We have been expelled, humiliated, and more people have lost their lives because of this! Only a small number of people endured humiliation and survived. We are not afraid of death, because we are fearless—now. The time for our revenge is here! Everyone and I rushed into the temple and killed those priests and elders of the genre. Killed... the **** with eyes and no beads!"

Taking a deep breath, the other party shouted loudly.

"Get rid of those sacrifices and elders of the genre! Get rid of the gods who have no eyes!"

The shouts were deafening as if they were vows.

These people of the ‘true self’ genre who have endured for more than a decade, under the leadership of their leader, are like a sharp knife, thrusting straight into the center of the capital.

Obstruction along the way. They were all wiped out by the leader raising his hand.

A black light, no one can stop it.

Anything blocked will be compressed, twisted, and then broken into pieces.

Dean landed firmly on the ground.

His eyes looked at the people of the ‘true self’ genre who were charging, and then. Looking at the fallen corpses and the panicked crowd around, his brows frowned involuntarily.

However, Dean sighed immediately.

As a former avenger, he has no stand to say anything.

What he has done is even more excessive than these people.

What qualifications do you have to blame these people?

What's more, after all, these people are doing him a favor.

To make it easier for him to face Merdiri, Dean raised his head and looked at the black ‘circle’ in the sky that was flying fast with the ‘real me’ genre.

Dean had already imagined in his mind that once Merdili appeared, he would suffer a thunder blow.

Dean is happy to comment on this.

So Dean is ready to follow suit.

However, before Dean moved forward, a figure appeared in Dean's perception, causing Dean to stop involuntarily.

This is a figure moving forward quickly.

The speed is fast, but it is extremely dexterous and concealed. Every time he moves forward, he walks along the shadows. When his toes are on the ground, he tries not to make a sound.

More importantly, the other party is coming towards him.

Dean has this instinct,

So Dean stopped temporarily.

After a while, the opponent appeared in front of Dean.

The robe and hood covered the opponent's body shape and most of his face, and the only part of his face that could be seen was also wrapped in layers of bandages. Only one pair of eyes were still bright.

It seems...something is hidden.

After seeing Dean, the opponent knelt straight on one knee.

"I have seen Zelgang Mianxia! I am here as a representative!"

The other party said so.

"Under the crown? Merdili?"

Dean raised his brow.

"Yes!"

The other party nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ immediately took out a roll of sheepskin scroll from his arms and handed it to Dean respectfully.

After confirming that there was nothing tricky on it, Dean took the sheepskin roll and opened it straight.

After reading the above text, the parchment scroll burned to ashes without fire.

Dean clapped his hands, slapped the ashes clean, a playful smile appeared on his face.

Then, he took out a diamond-shaped crystal.

This was just in case, Lionel gave it to Dean before entering De Canlon.

What Dean didn't expect was that he would use it so quickly.

Moreover, in this way.

The first one~~(To be continued.)

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