The tall lizard warrior stood under the hall, holding a spear, as cold and firm as a stone figure. It only stared at every enemy coldly, standing opposite the knights rushing in outside the hall.

"Prince Tynerek, you understand the consequences-"

Someone angrily scolded.

But the Lizardman warrior only casts a glimpse of indifference.

The tip of the spear in its hand flashed coldly, preventing everyone from getting closer.

It was a true Anda Sok, one of the bloodlines of the stars and the jungle, whose future should be the same as the stars, and its future is unlimited.

But it chose this, just as a thousand years ago, the lizard man stood side by side with the mortals, and against the enemy together. And a thousand years later, in the ancient Hall of the Holy Kings, the prince of the White Crane chose its fate.

The low roar and tremor passed through the earth, causing the hall and the pillars to tremble. The sand and gravel rolled on the ground. People were at a loss in this tremor. Their eyes looked at one of the people in the middle of them, and there was a great alchemist Amasht coming up and said:

"Young man, just tie your hands up. If you stay, there will be a glimmer of hope."

"Look," he pointed outside, "this is the will of his Majesty. You can't escape from here. The fleet of the Empire is being dispatched. Even if you really don't care about all this, why not think about it for your companions."

"Why not think about your future?"

But Fang Yu only glanced at him.

It's just like watching a clown.

Amashit stopped under that gaze, and the great alchemist couldn't help but look angry.

The fire outside the wall was roaring, making the air boil. The flashing light lit up the sky, allowing the light and dark light to penetrate through the patio, reflecting the face of the boy on the side of the child there, with a childish, calm and peaceful face.

It was just a dream. The boy had seen the sea of ​​clouds under the night, and the stars wandered above the floating clouds, and the free wind only responded to the call of the sailors.

When the silver long ship sets sail, it will no longer stop at any place-

At that time, the storm was shouting in the sea of ​​anger, but I have never heard of human beings bowing to it. Ordinary people often choose their own destiny and move forward. After traveling for thousands of years, young people only read all of that from the history of mortals.

Go and fight.

His faint eyes were looking at everyone in the hall one by one.

Under the overturn of everything, Fang Zhuge spoke and finally finished the last words:

"Sister Ming, Your Highness Princess, go back."

Since he understood everyone's intentions, it had nothing to do with anyone. Everything that bound them behind them, the ancient country, Chen Xiu's royal family, the huge amount of funds invested behind the Star Gate, the giant club, and the super competitive league.

But all of this has nothing to do with it.

Next is his free will, the path he chose, just like the reappearance of the genius girl in the past, the free wind above the clouds has always determined the direction of people, and it is not the first time he can't tell these people.

But he wants to say it again.

"Please allow me to refuse."

At that moment, the thunder tore through the sky, and the loud noise overshadowed all the sounds.

Ming Zheng looked at the boy with an extremely complicated gaze, but his eyes no longer contained complaints and accusations. He was just a trapped beast that seemed to be imprisoned in a cage, but he could not trap the pride of the construction queen's conceit.

But she looked at Fang Yu.

There was a hint of envy in that gaze.

She turned around and walked back without saying a word. Someone wanted to say something. Is a dragon knight obliged to help them arrest the retaliated criminal? But the consummate queen raised her head and looked at the other party coldly. The flashing murderous intent in her eyes made the man shudder.

The man's face immediately changed wildly, and he wanted to explain-

But it's too late.

The surging anger in his heart had already been in aroused, swallowing up all his reason. Ming raised his hand and a shrill dragon roar almost pierced people's eardrums. A twisted flame in the air formed a giant claw and swung forward.

The corridor columns of the hall collapsed, and the walls on one side were broken. Even some imperial nobles swept in, including a few people around Amast. The roaring wind passed through everything and directly penetrated the ancient hall.

A big hole fell in that direction.

Ming walked there with no expression on his face, and no one dared to stop him or make accusations. The alchemists at the Imperial Workshop were almost fainting, but it was a dragon knight, or similar to a dragon knight. Who dared to accuse a dragon knight?

Why did you say you offend her?

Even Amasht didn't say a word, after all, he didn't want to see Ayin Brock turn into rubble tomorrow.

People can only secretly scold the person who speaks without knowing how to speak.

The hall was silent for a while.

Only the flashing fire outside and the roar of artillery fire from far and near, people looked at each other, but Brian still seemed calm in the crowd. The elf princess had seen many of them in her early years, even the confrontation between the dragon knights was no exception.

She glanced at Fang Rong, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes. In this human boy, she seemed to see her former self. But after becoming the hero of the Battle of Byrne, she was no longer as free as she used to be.

She understood that the rebellion she showed was now just a manifestation.

She is no longer the desperate girl she used to be.

She put the longbow in her hand on the ground, then nodded gently to Fang Zhu, then looked at Silweid beside her, and suddenly understood the girl's choice. Yet, at least in terms of looking at people, she is no longer as good as the daughter of the Albert family.

The next step is their own way, she thought.

The princess turned around and walked out of the hall as she brushed her cloak.

At this point, the competition was no longer of any significance. Most of the people in the Kaurin-Ishurien delegation looked at the Imperial people angrily, and then turned around one by one after another with His Royal Highness, the princess.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! The back that turned around seemed to be a silent protest. During this period, Shui Wuming was so angry that he pushed down his alchemy workbench, causing the things on it to roll to the ground. She raised her head and glared at the imperial people, as if saying:

What to watch?

Have you ever seen a girl throw a tantrum?

But Weiyu put down the tool in his hand, and the magic glove gently brushed the magic light. At that moment, the spiritual world directly entered the entire hall. He cut off one of the connections, and the light in the hall dimmed.

All the magic lights are turned off at the same time.

He looked up at the scene before turning around and walking out.

The little movements of the Kaurin-Ishurien delegation were naturally noticed, but no one dared to say anything or did not intend to say anything.

The previous person who spoke randomly has now gone to the temple to be resurrected. Who knows what will happen next?

Even if the Aoshu people are arrogant in their bones, they still understand in their hearts that they are actually not justified at the moment.

Only when everyone left did they look at Fang Zhuge and they became angry. Who caused all this? Of course, people would not look for the cause in themselves, but had reason to pour all their anger towards their opponents.

"Catch him!"

Amaste shouted indifferently.

"Amasti Alchemist." Fang Zhu spoke to this person for the first time.

Amashit couldn't help but stop and looked up to hear what the arrogant young man was going to say. He didn't take this Kaolin person in sight, but Fang Yu's indifference made him care.

Fang Yu looked at Friston next to him again. The president had not spoken a word since he was about to start, but the other party did not go to the imperial side, but was not far away from him, with a calm face and silently watching everything happen.

The boy turned his eyes and asked, "Do you still remember where this place is?"

"This is naturally the Hall of the Holy Kings."

"No," Fang Zhu shook his head, "This is Aiyin Bullock."

Amashit was stunned, then he understood what it meant, and shook his head with a sneer, "Young man, this fortress was established by the imperial people, everything is built on the hard work of Oshu's predecessors, and what does it have to do with you?"

It really doesn't matter.

But it was built in that old age, when the Noumerlin elves had not yet left. Will the first generation of mortal craftsmen who built it in the past know that one day their descendants would turn their guns at their own people?

The fortress of mortals eventually becomes a minion facing one's own people.

"Have Mr. Great Alchemist ever thought that one day this fortress would show its blade to its own people?"

Fang Zhu asked the great alchemist this question, which obviously angered Amaste. The other party interrupted coldly: "It's nonsense," he waved his hand, "We won't be involved in people like you who are involved in the power of darkness, and you are not considered your own person."

Now that I have said this, there is nothing to talk about.

The silver-helmet knights had already formed a wall of people and surrounded them in the center, but Fang Zhu raised his hand to them, and rows of long spears flashed in the void and stabbed them.

"careful!"

"He is still a combat craftsman!"

But the knight who rushed in the front had flew backwards, and the rest of the people also leaned back one after another. In the flash of a faint blue light, the tall structure appeared behind Fang Zhu - the lancers holding long spears.

The spear in his hand is like a forest and the flag is flying.

"Resist the enemy," Amashit angrily shouted, "Fighting craftsman, take him."

He knew that the noble children of Aiyin Bullock's Silver Helmet Knight were not reliable at all, and had already made arrangements. At this time, a group of combat alchemists wearing black coats had entered outside the hall.

The Oshu craftsmen were looking at this, and after hearing Amashit's words, they immediately raised the magic gloves in their hands and pointed at the square pulp.

It was only when they raised their hands, but something happened suddenly.

It was said that at that time, the ground in the hall suddenly trembled, and it was like an indescribable shock wave coming from under the ground.

But it was not so much a tremor, but the entire ground was tilted, cracks occurred on the stone pillars, and the hall was slowly rising in the squeaking sound. The drastic change made everyone wonder for a moment, "What happened?"

"What's wrong?"

But the tilt is still happening, making everyone unstable, and the silver-helmet knights who are born in noble children are even more tilted.

Amashit was supported by someone, and he was stunned at first, then his face changed drastically and realized something. He immediately raised his head and looked at Fang Zhu. The great alchemist was shocked and said something. He opened his mouth and said nothing:

"you……"

But Fang Zhu was still in place, his feet were pinned to the ground and motionless. He looked at them and said:

“I said it.”

"It's not me-"

The ground surged, and the giant beast was awakening.

...

Walking out of the hall, Ming was the first among everyone to notice that abnormality.
To be continued...