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Still so gentle and majestic.

Sitting back on the high-backed chair, holding a tea cup in his hand, he remained silent like everyone else.

"Oh~ Xiaoji, this is the first time I have seen such a ignorant human being~?"

With attendants on the left and right, Jibril's words broke the silence in the room. She stepped forward with elegant steps, raised her skirt slightly, and bowed respectfully to Su Feng——

"Master, please forgive me for overstepping. An arrogant, rude, weak and ignorant insect like this does not need the master's help at all. Please allow Xiao Jiwo to execute him on the spot and use his blood to wash away the insult to you, master."

"Okay, Jibril."

"Owner?"

Jibril raised her head and saw Su Feng waving his hand to signal her to leave, and then said: "Although it is just a spiritual clone that comes here, which is a bit contemptuous, but after all, it is also the first King of Elden. We still have to show corresponding respect to the war kings from all over the border.”

"Oh, is that so? Does a weak guy like this dare to run rampant in your back garden, Master?"

Jibril covered her mouth slightly, a little surprised.

This surprise was not performed, but felt incredible from the bottom of my heart.

In her eyes, this monkey who claims to have conquered the entire border is indeed very weak, not to mention compared to her master Su Feng, even compared to the two dragons Furui Sanks and Lance Sanks.

"So, this is just a clone, you idiot."

The singing and singing of their master and servant made Ge Fulei stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly. The rough voice echoed, and even the pyroxene lamp above his head swayed slightly with the laughter.

"Interesting! Sure enough, you are as proud and arrogant as the rumors say!

I didn’t expect that in this boring borderland, an interesting faded person like you would emerge. You are completely different from those incompetent people. You are worth killing with my own hands! "

"Thanks for the compliment."

Su Feng crossed his legs leisurely, with a slight smile on his gentle and handsome face, and tapped his fingertips on the edge of the wooden table.

Godfrey's words were full of arrogance, but considering his legend, this arrogance was justified.

After all, he is a strong man with the title of King of War, and not just any cat or dog is qualified for him to treat him seriously.

"As for the declaration of war you mentioned..." Su Feng picked up the hot tea and took a sip, feeling the bitterness and heat gradually spreading in his mouth. The corners of his mouth slowly raised a warlike arc, "Okay, I accept it. Since you want to play, I will play with you."

"Okay, I have the guts!" Ge Fulei's weathered face was also full of fighting spirit. He slowly stood up from the "baby seat", picked up the battle ax he carried with him and said, "Before using the spirit body today, Coming to visit is indeed disrespectful to a strong person like you, but coming to say hello is enough!”

call--

Starting at almost zero frame, Godfrey suddenly launched an attack. The powerful wind destroyed the tables and chairs like rotten wood, and the storm he set off swept across the entire room.

Before anyone could recover, Po Feng's giant ax fell towards Su Feng's face.

No one expected that Godfrey would launch a sudden attack.

Even Lenara, who had led the royal family in battle and experienced hundreds of battles, was momentarily distracted at this moment, but this brief moment was fatal enough.

However, Su Feng still sat there, sipping the hot tea as if nothing had happened. Until the strong wind hit his face, he slowly raised his eyelids and called softly -

"Raphael."

The next second, Raphael suddenly appeared through space transfer and stood in front of Su Feng.

He stretched out his delicate jade hand towards the falling giant axe, as if it could easily break, and gently caught the opponent's attack.

An attack of this level cannot cause any harm to Raphael, who is the strongest shield of the Flügel and has experienced attacks from the gods.

But Ge Fulei couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Actually, it blocked it? !

Seeing this mature girl with a broken halo on her head and a broken wing couldn't help but bring back the horrific memories he had experienced, recalling the terrifying beings he encountered while fighting outside the border area.

"Jibril, kill him." Su Feng held the tea cup with one hand and adjusted his collar with a calm expression.

"Hey, hey, obey, my master~~hee!"

As if Jibril was waiting for his words, she immediately broke through the space and appeared behind Godfrey. The spread wings of light were as exciting as her bloodthirsty fighting spirit, and a black sickle suddenly condensed in her hand. Like death coming——

"Sayunala, arrogant monkey~?"

Swish——

The jet-black light sickle cut through the space barrier and split Godfrey's body into two. He didn't even have time to leave his last words, and the spiritual light suddenly dissipated like a firefly.

However, a letter dropped at the location where Godfrey disappeared.

Jibril picked it up curiously and handed it to Su Feng.

Su Feng took the letter and opened it and read it on the spot under her gaze, which made Jibril curiously ask:

"Master, what is this?"

"It's just a letter of challenge."

After Su Feng read it, he immediately handed it to Lani and his mother-in-law.

But after reading it, their expressions changed subtly and became solemn.

Because this letter, to be precise, is a joint letter of challenge, or invitation letter, from Godfrey and Two Fingers.

Invite him to go to the foot of the golden tree on the Yatan Plateau in a week to make an appointment for the final battle to choose the king.

"....My king, the two fingers are full of tricks. Inviting you to a date at this time is obviously a trap for you..."

Lani frowned. She saw the word "conspiracy" in capital letters on this letter of challenge.

However, compared with Lani's nervousness and worry, the mother-in-law who had seen all kinds of storms seemed much calmer. She just simply asked his thoughts.

"I don't have any special ideas. It can even be said to be very simple..." Su Feng put down the teacup and spread his hands and said, "Since the other party has issued a letter of challenge and wants to fight, then fight."

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At the same time, at the foot of the golden tree on the Yatan Plateau, between the thrones in the inner city of the Royal City of Rodel.

The golden leaves slowly fell, and the huge chalk square was once again stained with a layer of gold by the fallen leaves of the golden tree.

On the lonely throne, Ge Fulei, wearing a crown, slowly woke up.

The old face is like an ancient well that has experienced vicissitudes of life, deep and calm, every wrinkle carries the vicissitudes of time, and the pale hair like a hedgehog sways in the wind.

Although he is already in his twilight years, his eyes are still sharp, as if he has seen through everything in the world.

His eyebrows are no longer as thick as when he was young, but they still maintain the shape of a sword, slightly raised, revealing an unyielding spirit.

However, at this moment, Ge Fulei was silent, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

".... A warrior from outside the border... Su Feng."

He muttered Su Feng's name, recalling everything that his previous spirit clone encountered in the magic academy.

Originally, he thought he could use this to test the other party's ability as a king, but he didn't expect that he would be killed instantly by a monster with wings that seemed to serve the bird of death.

But that was not the messenger of death.

Ge Fulei was sure that it was an existence from outside the border...

"But so what?!"

Ge Fulei raised his powerful and twisted arms, stretched out his big hand and grasped a broken battle axe placed on the throne.

Looking at the pattern on it and the half-destroyed axe blade, his eyes were filled with nostalgia.

"My old friend..."

"Roar--"

A lion with the spirit of the Void White appeared on his strong shoulders and responded to his call.

"...Serosu, the long-lost blood is finally boiling again--"

Carrying the beast prime minister Serosu, Ge Fulei slowly stood up from the throne, turned his head and looked up at the towering golden tree.

The long-extinguished fighting spirit boiled again, like a storm rolling up fallen leaves, and the perfect and majestic body was filled with surging terrifying power.

He leaned forward and smiled, proud and majestic.

"The great Elden Ring is already within sight. However, I have returned here to see it again... and -

Marika! I will definitely hold you in my arms again!"

The silent heart is beating again at this moment!

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It has been several days since Ge Fulei came to challenge, and there is not much time left before the agreed date.

It is said that the Yatan Plateau has become restless, the patrolling Night Cavalry has been gathered, the troops have begun to gather, and a large number of forces are moving towards the Royal City, as if they are really preparing for the final battle.

However, the Rhea Lukalia Magic Academy is still peaceful and quiet, and the magic apprentices and magicians are still shuttling back and forth between the classrooms, completely ignoring the fact that the war is about to come.

Even Su Feng, who is the center of the war, is strolling leisurely in the academy at this moment.

However, the one accompanying him was not Rani, Melina, or Furu Sanx, but a seemingly mature Flügel——

"Master, is there something you want to call me for?" Raphael's only remaining single eye was full of doubts.

After these days of contact, Raphael felt that he had figured out some of the habits of this new master.

For example, among the Flügel, except for Azriel who was too lazy to go out even when summoned, the one who often accompanied the new master was their youngest sister Jibril.

Only occasionally would they call me when something happened.

But today, when nothing happened and everything was calm, they called me over...

"Nothing, I just want you to walk with me and chat by the way."

As he spoke, he carefully looked at Raphael, who had a higher prestige among the Flügel than Azriel.

Like other Flügel, she had no such thing as shame, so her clothes were also exposed - the clothes almost only covered the important parts.

But unlike Jibril and Azriel's outfits, her clothes are all purple, pure purple without any other colors, which makes her look more mature and sexy.

High heels, garter stockings and black silk gloves, these outfits with the charm and charm of mature women, completely set off her already tall figure, and her sea blue hair adds another unique style to her.

It's a pity that Raphael's body is a bit imperfect, which destroys the perfect beauty of this queen, and adds a bit of wildness to the considerate intellect.

"Okay."

Under his scrutiny, Raphael nodded calmly and said, "Master, what do you want to talk about? Do you want to know about Azriel and Jibril? Or my other sisters?"

"No, talk about yourself."

"Me?" Raphael tilted his head, then shook his head and said: "Master, I am just an ordinary "Fourth Level Instance", not as powerful as "Individual No. 1" Azrael, there is nothing to say... ..."

"Really? Then tell us about your wings, the halo on your head, and your eyes."

After finishing speaking, in order to prevent the other party from misunderstanding what he meant, he added: "After all, as your new master, I also have the right to know about your past, right?"

"this....."

Sure enough, when he said these words, Raphael's face showed obvious hesitation.

"I understand. If you want to know, Master, then I will tell you..."

After a brief hesitation, Raphael revealed his past.

The damage to her body was not something she was born with, but came from an operation to annihilate the species of gods during the war——

Before Jibril was born, Azrael was not the crooked person she is now, but the true leader of all Flügels.

In a battle with the gods, Azrael issued the order "Let Raphael die under his own sky strike" because of necessity.

The purpose is to use her as a shield to penetrate the marrow in one fell swoop.

Raphael, who was used as a shield, was attacked by the gods and the strongest Flügel at the same time. He was seriously injured and was dying.

After Artesh's divine protection and spell recovery, although he survived with his life saved, he also lost his left wing and left eye forever, and even his aura was damaged beyond repair.

And Azrael also left a heavy shadow of death in her heart. Whenever she sees Azrael with a playful smile now, she will always think of the original scene, when she was struck by the "Primary Individual" with a smile. She could never forget the scene of wearing it...

The taste of fear was forever imprinted on her body, and she became the only death angel among all the Flügels with broken wings.

Only she knows what the real Azrael is like - ruthless, cruel and decisive.

After Su Feng heard this, his expression was very strange.

Although he did feel the cruel and crazy feeling from Azriel, he never expected that she could be so crazy——

In order to kill the other party, even his own sisters can be sacrificed.

However, he looked at Raphael who looked complicated and fell into silence, and asked a question that shocked Raphael——