"Ba——"

In the endless night wind.

The city wall.

Three inches before Monkey's forehead.

A hand holding a sword was firmly grasped.

Just one inch away, the sharp sword was about to kiss Mengqi's forehead.

Monkey gasped hard, then turned to look beside him, and said in a complicated tone:

"You're finally here."

"Well, it seems that it's just right." The owner of the hand that appeared in time nodded and let go of the Preshidian Iron Armored Warrior who was still trying to struggle.

The next moment, the iron-armored warrior silently turned into ashes in the night wind, and he didn't even have time to moan.

"You..." Mengqi looked at the young man with his eyes closed beside him, with a look of horror in his eyes, and an irresistible fear surged in his heart.

This is pure fear from the origin of biological origin, and has nothing to do with courage, fearlessness, and never retreating.

It was like a wolf, meeting a lion.

"What's wrong with me?" The man with his eyes closed raised his hands and stood on the top of the city in the wind.

At the same time, because the World Tree under the city suddenly withered, Louis XIV, who was originally full of energy, suddenly fell down.

The guards of the royal city of Presidian, who had always been fearless and unwavering, finally had a slight emotional change.

Some people were stunned because their king fell, which was instantly torn to pieces by the enemy troops on all sides.

More people abandoned the task of siege and began to rush towards Louis XIV.

"How many people have you brought?" Monkey frowned when he saw this.

The so-called trapped beasts are still fighting, and these people lose their masters, may explode with even more terrifying combat power.

"Am I..." The man with his eyes closed smiled, "Three..."

"Hey, bluff——" Before the words were finished, there were sounds of exhalation that shook the fields.

A figure broke out from the dark night and rolled up like a spear.

"Four." The man changed his words.

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

The sharp sound of the bullet came out immediately followed, with extremely wild laughter and a face shrouded in cigar smoke.

"Hiss---"

"Hiss---"

"Hiss---"

The last one appeared was an extremely ferocious mask and two sharp axes that were as fast as a meteor!!!

Draven.

That's right. They were the four people who disappeared in the Ionian coalition.

Chen Senran, Li Qing, Graves, Draven.

They traveled thousands of miles overnight, and at the last moment, they finally arrived at the battlefield.

"Did we win?" Monkey couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the three people clear the battlefield like a murderous machine.

"No, I won." Chen Senran shook his head and corrected.

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"Why?"

"Why?" Louis XIV, who was dying, and Shen, who was standing silently, said this at the same time.

It was just a desperate person. The other was just a slight doubt.

"What's the reason?" Among the withered branches that had fallen through the prosperity, the powerful dragon had also drifted away with the wind.

Only the hunched body was half covered by fallen leaves.

"You knew it was me for a long time?" Shen looked at Ji and said something inexplicable.

"I knew it was you... Cough cough..." Ji nodded, coughed, and said, "Ji."

Calamity?

"Haha..." Shen, no, it was a robbery. He laughed softly, and then the scars on his body drifted away like phantoms.

Finally, the catastrophe was revealed. His sharp body stood there with his arms in his arms.

"Sir Ji, where did I miss the flaw?"

"You came too late... Cough cough..." Ji coughed again. He had really consumed too much energy and his vitality had reached its end. "If you were really careful, you should have come early, and the time for you to come is wrong... Cough cough..."

"Is it just the time?" Jie smiled and shook his head.

"There is still a smell..."

"Smell..." Jie laughed again, "Then why, Lord Pope?"

"Why do I want... cough cough... I want to let you go?" Ji closed his eyes for a while, and then slowly opened it. "If I say it's for inheritance, do you believe it?"

"Inheritance?" Jie asked in an incredible tone.

"There is no longer a king on this island...Ahem...just need..." Ji gasped hard, "just need faith."

"But our beliefs are different." Jie said with some interest.

"So I really hope I can kill you...ah ah..."

"But you have no chance."

"So that's what I asked for you."

"You beg me?" Jie was completely incredible, thinking that he was telling a joke.

"I beg you." Ji was absolutely not joking and said it very seriously.

The air suddenly stagnated.

Only Louis XIV was still there whispering crazy: "Impossible...Impossible..."

Some of his loyal soldiers had already leaned over and wanted to help him.

But he ignored them. He used his sword to support his bloody body and began to crawl towards the trunk of the withered world tree.

Jie did not stop him, and the group of Precidian soldiers were just guarding Louis XIV with vigilance and did not dare to do anything to Jie.

"What are you asking for me?" Jie finally spoke again, with a serious tone.

"I don't ask you to kill all the balanced sects, I just ask you... Cough cough..." Ji suddenly laughed, "I ask you to let Shen go, no, no, don't let him die."

Ji's last words were his pleas and sincerity that he had never had in his life.

He was silent all his life and could have retired successfully, and he didn't need to fall into this world at all.

But when he is old and dying, he still has to put down his arrogant head and beg others. He is still an enemy, and he is really dedicated to the balanced sect.

"Be careful..." Jie looked at the last prince of Ionia who had arrived under the world tree under the escort of the last Preshidian soldier.

The killing around was coming to an end. Except for Draven, who was still killing wildly, most of them had stopped the sword in their hands and surrounded the World Tree.

The Preshidian army has been defeated.

The Preshidian Dynasty is at its end.

Louis XIV seemed to be completely crazy, and kept smiling and leaning his body under the tree.

He looked at everyone, suddenly put away his smile, adjusted his appearance, straightened his sword, and said in an extremely majestic tone: "Everyone, retreat, I'm exhausted."

Then, he died.

A moment later, all the Preshidian soldiers under the city, and the last Preshidian soldiers, let out a long howl of grief:

"The sky collapses!!!"

"The sky collapses!!!"

"The sky collapses!!!"

"The sky collapses!!!"

In April of the 216th year of the New World Calendar, the spark moon of the 612th year of the Ionian calendar, the Presidian dynasty, which lasted for thousands of years, finally came to an end at the whereabouts of the Luoye City. The last prince of Presidian, Louis Andrei Presidian, failed to rise like sparks and continue the country's destiny. He broke his sword with hatred and suddenly fell under the withered world tree.

No more can return to his royal city, his throne.

He was the first king to die outside and the last one.

"Okay, I promise you." Jie nodded slowly. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!