"Sorry, it's you! I didn't pay attention!" The boy laughed embarrassedly.

However, Beyonetta did not relax its vigilance, but continued to block the road behind Rosa and prevent anyone from approaching her mother. "I'm still guiding you as I did! It seems that someone has sent you back five hundred years ago." Just as the boy wanted to continue talking, Beyonetta fired a shot again. However, the bullet was blocked by the boy. He didn't seem surprised at Beyonetta's attack, but instead showed a "very sure" expression. "It seems that you have discovered the truth. They didn't call you left eye for no reason, aren't they?"

"Let me guess your relationship with that little thing..." Beyonetta walked a few steps with a relaxed expression, "I didn't expect that your clothes would be so bad when you grow up, Prophet."

"You are really smart." The prophet looked around and made sure that he had not seen the person he didn't want to see. He laughed, his tone of voice as if he was falling on the quiet stream. "But it doesn't matter if you recognize me, the witch and the wise man are still alive. Two hateful ants, I must get rid of them as soon as possible. I want their things, and I want my things back, which is the Eye of the World." Beyonetta did not show the surprise he deserved. Thanks to Salomon's Bowenqiang Ji and the collection of Kama Taj's books, and the clips of the boy's memories provided clues, she and Salomon had already inferred the facts almost the same, and she had known what the prophet said. But she still felt that this guy with a very poor dressing future now had the same face as the boy, and this scene was still a bit weird.

"My other half escaped to the future, and the Eye of the World cannot be handed over to him. That's why I want to kill you, little sweetheart!"

"Is this the only one? Use a little harder, I can't feel anything."

Berenita sneered and slowly avoided several translucent ghost arms stretched out by the prophet's spell cast, as well as the blue crystals that fell like rain. She fired and retreated while shooting, induced the battlefield to a place far away from Rosa. The witch's plan worked, and it seemed that the prophet was very concerned about Berenita's ridicule. After confirming that the distance was enough to perform his fists, the witch with the dark left eye immediately stopped. She pulled out two long swords called [Asura] and rushed forward. The distance between the two sides was shortened to the range of the weapon in the blink of an eye, which could only accommodate half of the length of the cold weapon.

"When the girl told you to use force," the witch waved two long swords at incredible speed, and repeatedly slashed the same blade with magical power, cutting a ghost arm hard. Before the prophet reacted, the Butterfly Madame summoned by [Shadow Weaving] hit him like a war hammer falling from the sky. Beyonetta turned around and kicked, adding to the terrible blow, successfully knocking the prophet down the cliff. "That means you are not good, little guy."

"This is not enough, my dear." The fallen prophet floated up abnormally. The ghost behind him suddenly stretched out his arm and pierced the rock on the cliff, piercing the rock where Beunita was standing from the cliff and then went to the sky, like a rocket rising from the ground. Beunita and the giant rock that was more than ten meters long penetrated through the clouds in a very short time. When the acceleration of the rise slowly disappeared, the giant rock began to fall irresistibly. The thick atmosphere rubbed against the rocks, and the air was compressed by the terrible force and quickly heated up, becoming red and hot, like a meteorite flying from outside the atmosphere burning.

"The man who is tangled and beaten will not attract people to like it." Beyonetta casts a spell and stands steadily on the rock wrapped in hot air. She attacks the prophet floating above the huge rock without hesitation. This battle is even more dangerous than before. The witch not only has to avoid the increasingly larger ghost arms within a range of more than ten square meters, but also to avoid the high-temperature air and the constantly peeling, hot and tiny rocks.

The prophet believed that he could get at least one Eye of the World this time.

Salomon continued to follow the Supreme Master's pace, and he was attacked by angels more than once on the way.

The supreme mage of this era seemed to be in order to check Salomon's sword skills, so he also allowed Salomon to swing his sword to kill. However, in order to avoid the movement here too much affecting the reality that is happening and to prevent the angels from discovering that there is a difficult bone here to come to siege. The Venerable would use the mirror dimension to block the eyes of other angels and prevent other potential enemies from seeing anything happening here.

"You shouldn't use your arm armor to block that sword." After not knowing how many battles ended, the Supreme Mage said in a reproachful tone, "Even Ulu metal and vibrator alloy are not indestructible. Sooner or later you will throw away your arms."

"At least they only left scratches on the armor, didn't they?" Salomon gasped.

It is indeed a bit troublesome to not open the holy marks against the angels several meters high, but it is only a little trouble. He took a breath and recovered. He knew that the Venerable didn't want to see him using his arm armor to resist the golden giant sword of the superior angel [Heroic], which was several meters long, but he pursued the maximum damage. The violent fighting method of using injuries to exchange for injuries can not only suppress the enemy at the psychological level, but also achieve tactical goals in the shortest time. When this battle is about to end, the angel even went from the psychological level.

The face felt fear, which caused the sword to not be lifted. In the end, Salomon used the giant sword to nail it to the mossy rock wall. At that time, the angel of wisdom had not completely died, and the real soul was the face on the giant sword. However, Salomon used his fist to break the marble and ceramic on the face, peeled off the bloody muscles and tendons, and let the angels wail loudly in pain. Such a scene even made the intermediate angels feel fear and tried to escape from the mirror dimension.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Then all I can blame is your fighting style." The Venerable shook his head, "This is not like a knight."

"Teacher, fighting is not an art, but a pragmatic philosophy." Salomon said with a smile, and he raised his head and looked at the sky illuminated by the fire and the meteorites falling from the sky. "The knight is just a class, and I will not bind myself because of the culture extended by a class. In order to win, I don't mind using any means. This is the truth you taught me, isn't it?"

"Maybe I will agree with you in the future, but now... well, I agree, anyway, what we do is almost the same." The Venerable laughed after thinking about it. With his toes, he could guess who Salomon learned from. If the Venerable wants to blame, he can only blame himself. "This is just a beautiful vision in education, just like parents educating their children not to lie, but they can't do it themselves. Since you have reached this point, you don't have to insist on such hypocritical statements." Although the Supreme Master is a bit bad in education, other Venerables can be honest and will not hide what the disciples need to know at all. They will not even mention what the disciples don't need to know, and they will not deliberately cause the competitive consciousness between Loki and Thor like Odin.
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