I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

Am I lost?

Mauser's words were so powerful.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, knocking hard on the heart of Golden King.

This was the only weakness in his heart.

What the four holy kings wanted to achieve was the ultimate dream of mages. It was the ultimate dream of any mage.

And this dream must be fulfilled by a successor.

This heir was the key.

At this moment, Golden King's body trembled slightly.

Even in the face of the three grand sorcerers, he had not shaken, but now he was shaking.

After a short moment of anger

"Hahaha!"

Golden King laughed suddenly. "Interesting! Mauser, you are the same as before! It was so interesting!

Do you want to say that you will win whether he is alive or dead since he is on your side?"

"Isn't it?" Mauser gasped hardly, but his tone showed no sign of weakness.

He sneered, "What a pity! I feel sorry for you four holy kings.

It was only one step away from your dream, but you could not realize it anyway.

You are so powerful that you can fight against the whole world on your own.

So what?

No one will support you! Nobody!"

Mauser's words were like a sharp knife piercing into the heart of Golden King.

This was his weapon, and this was his strength.

At this point, Golden King seemed to have been paused.

He lowered his head and his body began to tremble slightly, but soon it turned into a violent tremble.

Suddenly!

"Don't be too complacent, you bastard!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All of a sudden, he stepped forward and grabbed Mauser's neck.

The huge force made him break several rocks.

At this moment, Golden King was so crazy. He raised his fist and was about to smash Mauser's head.

However, in the face of the iron fist of the strongest man, Mauser laughed like a winner.

This punch couldn't go on!

In the past four hundred years, Golden King had never been so angry as this!

No one had ever made him so angry!

But this weak man was so badly injured that he had no strength at all. If he punched him, it could immediately kill him and let him shut up forever.

But he just couldn't do it!

'Why couldn't I punch him

Why am I trembling?

I'm a holy king. How could I tremble in the face of such a weak person?

Are you kidding me?'

"Why don't you hit me? Beat me to death! Aren't you the holy king? Aren't you the strongest?

You said that the Magic Association was not allowed to fail, but what about the result? Your holy king is losers."

Mauser even breathed hard, but he still tried his best to smile.

The smile was so disgusting that Golden King wanted to tear his mouth.

What was the end of the extreme anger?

The answer was joyless.

Not long after, the trembling of Golden King stopped.

Under the hood, the faint laughter became louder and louder.

He let go of Mauser, stood up, and looked down at him. "I understand. You mean that no matter how many geniuses there will be in the future, they won't be on our side.

Right?"

Bang!

He stepped on his chest.

Mauser spat out blood.

The roar of Golden King suddenly resounded through the entire sky. "Okay! Then I'll accept your boring provocation!

The Magic Association was not allowed to fail, and the holy king would not lose! Never!"

Letting go of his feet, he shouted, "I'll keep you alive, and I'll take this brat back.

Let us see. Under our guidance, this guy will eventually choose to live a poor life with you? Or choose to be our successor.

Mauser, I understand why your rebellious army can always be like cockroaches now, weak but unable to be killed.

Only when your body and mind are destroyed from inside to outside will you die."

After saying that, Golden King teleportation came to Andrew's side, lifted him, and slapped him on the chest.

High-level Healing

With the green light covering his whole body, Andrew, who was on the verge of death, recovered instantly and his hands and feet grew again.

With a wave of his hand, Andrew's equipment flew over.

After putting them all into the sky ring, he put them on Andrew's finger again.

"Take the two of them back!" He shouted from afar.

In the sky, four mage members withdrew their hiding and descended from the sky, lifting Mia and Mauser.

When he passed by, he snorted at Mauser and said, "I will prove that you are wrong.

At that time, I will let him kill you with his own hands.

Let this seed of your so-called hope bury you personally.

How desperate will you be then? I'm looking forward to it!"

Then he flew into the air.

Andrew felt as if he was being held by someone. Looking down, he could only see a sea of fire.

The soldiers who had worked and sweated together had turned into cold corpses.

He wanted to close their eyes, but he couldn't even move a finger.

Did I lose?

Did I lose in the end?

Not reconciled to!

Why was the gap in strength so great?

Andrew saw that Marin was still alive, begging for mercy.

But in the end, he was dismembered and killed by several mage members.

"Andrew?"

"Andrew!"

The voice of his former friends came to his ears.

Taylor's, Signa's, and Nason's

Was it an illusion?

His consciousness gradually faded away.

Am I going to die?

With a helpless resentment, Andrew finally lost consciousness.

When Andrew woke up again, the first thing he saw was the familiar white ceiling.

"This is..."

Andrew held up his aching body and looked around.

But he found that this was his villa room in Law School.

What happened? Why am I here?

Andrew tried to recall, but his mind went blank.

Just then, the door opened.

Taylor came in with a hot breakfast.

As soon as she entered the room, she found Andrew who had woken up.

Bang.

The breakfast was scattered all over the floor.

"Everybody! Come here! Andrew is awake!"

Taylor's exclamation resounded through the whole villa.