Law of the Swarm

Chapter 397 The Path of Change

The figure in red clothes vaguely has the appearance of August, but it looks more neutral, and at the same time exudes a certain unique charm. No matter whether it is a man or a woman, after seeing it, there will be some inexplicable feelings. .

King Baiyin frowned slightly. He looked at the heroic spirit in red who appeared in front of him and said, "Heroic spirit? Are you going to be my enemy too?"

August didn't answer immediately, but just shook his head.

He casually dropped the head in his hand, and although he killed the Dragonborn King Derian, the Dragonborn King was no longer that important to him at this time.

After a while, August finally spoke up: "It's not that I want to be your enemy, but you want to be our enemy."

August's voice aroused the anger of the Silver King, but after a moment, the Silver King laughed, and the laughter was full of sarcasm.

"You? My enemies? Hahahaha..."

The silver king looked at the heroic spirit in red in front of him. Although he was looking at him at the same level, he seemed to be looking down at the insects on the ground.

For the Silver King, his enemies are not these insignificant beings, neither humans nor heroic spirits deserve to be called his enemies.

The only ones who can be called enemies are the gods who stand in front of him in the future. He must not only become a god, but also a god above gods.

Because of the bright red left pupil, the silver king's complexion became more and more ferocious. Finally, he couldn't suppress the tyranny in his heart, and waved his bloody claws at the heroic spirit in red in front of him.

The bloody claws of the Silver King swung out in an instant, but when the claws were about to touch the heroic spirit in red in front of him, the heroic spirit had disappeared.

"You really didn't hear it."

The neutral voice appeared again, and the Silver King turned his head, only to find that the man in red had appeared behind him.

"Hear what?"

Seeing August's strange speed, the Silver King's face became more serious. He opened his arms, and countless blood servants on the ground exploded continuously, and thick bloody smoke poured into his body like substance.

And with the influx of blood-colored smoke, the blood-colored sharp claws of the Silver King gradually returned to the appearance of a normal palm, but at some point in his hand, a simple black-red long sword appeared.

"Their voices." August showed a disappointed expression. He waved his hand, as if pointing at the members of the coalition forces, and seemed to be pointing at the humans in a state of frenzy. August continued: "I thought You might hear it."

Because of the power of the blood clan, the Silver King couldn't control his emotions very well, his face showed anger again and he said: "Ignorant Heroic Spirit, what do you know!?"

Although he became extremely irritable due to the power of the blood clan, the silver king still held back after all, and did not say anything about his plan to become a god when the saint came in the future.

However, seeing a Heroic Spirit in front of him who didn't know anything, and pretended to know everything in front of him, it really made the Silver King feel inexplicable anger.

The long sword in the Silver King's hand lightly waved, and a dense dark red magic circle appeared around August. Hundreds of blood-colored sword lights shot out from the magic circle. It seemed that August had nothing to do. space to hide.

However, the next moment, August, who was dressed in red, had disappeared again.

Only some gentle voices were left clearly in the ears of the Silver King.

"I thought that my wish was that the Dragonborn Empire would become stronger, annex other countries, eliminate alien races, and establish an extremely large country, so that people would not be fooled by gods, and there would be no threat from alien races. Then you will live a rich and happy life.”

August said softly, and his figure appeared next to the Silver King again.

No one knew that as a fallen nobleman, August's parents died with nothing because they believed in gods.

It is also true that August has always kept gods at arm's length, even a little disgusted.

August's voice didn't stop, and he quickly continued: "I didn't understand anything before, thanks to that slime, it made my heart empty, and made me understand many things that I couldn't understand before. ; and the incompetent Dragonborn King Derian, let me fully understand what I should pursue."

The Silver King once again stabbed August with the long sword in his hand, but August held it with his hand.

Blazing white flames ignited on the long sword, and in just a few breaths, the simple long sword in the hands of the Silver King had completely burned out and turned into ashes.

"Who are you? Are you the heroic spirit of the Lion Empire, and then came to stop me?" The silver king took a lot of effort to get rid of the flames stained on his body. He thought of Baiyin's old enemy, and said asked.

August shook his head slowly, and replied: "I don't know about the Silver Empire, nor about the Lion Empire, and maybe I don't understand what you're planning, but I know, they don't want to be fooled, and they don't want to be fooled." Don't want to be enslaved."

August pointed to the coalition forces fighting on the ground, and then pointed to the blood slaves who lost their minds and became crazy.

"You can't hear and don't want to hear their inner voice."

August looked at the Silver King and continued, "Whether it's a god or a king, I just hope that people will not be fooled or enslaved, and now I have found a way to change."

August looked to the north, and the golden banana pattern embroidered on his back gradually became clear...

Following August's words, flame-like clouds appeared over Serrida, which was shrouded in blood mist, and whitish flames fell from the sky like rain.

The bloody mist in the entire city gradually diluted with the whitish flames, and the huge bloody spherical magic circle also cracked after a few breaths and quickly collapsed.

"You... who are you?"

The silver king no longer had the expression that he was just sure of winning, and he was already thinking of quitting.

With the flames falling from the sky, the blood servants dominated by the Silver King lost control and gradually returned to normal.

August looked at the flames falling from the sky, showing a thoughtful expression.

Without the [data template] of the god of krypton gold, Mana, he would never know the truth of the matter, and neither would the 20 coalition troops.

It can be said that without the God of Krypton Gold, he would not be resurrected at all. Not only would he die in a humiliating way, but he would also be unable to make any changes to the world.

August looked at the Silver King and replied softly: "I am an ignorant heroic spirit, and I am also a follower of Mana, the god of krypton gold."

"The God of Krypton Gold, Mana, I remember..."

Feeling the power that I am gradually losing, and the power that the opponent seems to have reached the fantasy level.

The Silver King resolutely abandoned the silver puppets kept in the underground palace and some blood men. His body suddenly exploded forming a blood-colored rainbow and flew towards the south.

The bloody light flew out at an extremely fast speed, and came over the Dragonborn Empire in the blink of an eye, and then the bloody rainbow light continued to flee south without slowing down. The bloody rainbow light passed through the ocean in the south of the Dragonborn Empire until It gradually stopped after reaching another continent on the other side of the sea, and turned into a human form again.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the Silver King had escaped tens of thousands of kilometers.

Because of the overdrawn power, the silver king's face was extremely pale, and his blood-colored pupils had also returned to silver.

However, when King Baiyin raised his head, he realized that the neither male nor female heroic spirit in red had followed him.

"You can't be unfavorable to Mana, the god of krypton gold."

August stretched out his arm, he had already pinched the silver king's neck, and the whitish flame burned again.

It didn't take long for the silver king to be burned to a mass of ashes with a face full of fear, leaving only a silver ring falling down.

"Forgot to ask his name, forget it..."

(End of this chapter)