The domineering president fell in love with the horrified me

Guys, the woman we are going to talk about today is a leading figure in the Northern Pan-European Empire. She has already won the honor of six stars at a young age, and she has a bright future. She once defeated ten generals of the Northern Pan-European Empire by herself, and her military exploits are outstanding and she is full of honors. She is the beloved of the King of the Northern Pan-European Empire. When has she ever suffered such humiliation?

Look at Lizzie, she felt Camilla's deep resentment and anger. Suddenly, she straightened her back, and the originally soft sword became indestructible. With the determination to go through fire and water, she took the initiative to attack the black man's beard and chopped it down fiercely.

"Lizzie!" The Eighth Princess slowly raised her head, her face was so pale that it made people feel distressed, and a glimmer of determination flashed in her originally desperate eyes. That's right, this is the real me, the spirit that will never bow to a powerful force.

"Master, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!" Lizzie let out a deafening cry. Countless sharp sword energies shot up into the sky, like countless sharp steel knives rushing madly towards Lord Black.

"So this is the Eighth Princess' stand-in? She is indeed extraordinary!" Steele's eyes flashed with excitement. It seems that this Eighth Princess' stand-in is indeed not a lie. All the previous efforts were for this crucial moment.

A black beard slowly fell from the air, and then Lord Hei stared coldly at the big sword in front of him.

"This...this great...sir! I am so blind!" Lizzie looked at the ferocious beast in front of her, and was so frightened that the hard sword instantly softened. "Since I haven't caused you any trouble, can you please let me go like a fart? I kowtow to you?"

"Whoosh!" Lord Hei blew gently, and the sword instantly broke into pieces. Lizzie turned into a little light and merged into Camilla's body again.

Despair, endless despair!

Camilla, Walpole, whose life and death were uncertain, and Steele at this moment, they were completely in despair. Steele sat on the ground, he knew that no one could save them now, nor could anyone save the city of Eldor.

Camilla sighed deeply, "Wuwuwu! I regret it! Wuwuwu! Father, please come and save me!" Unable to bear the fear of death, her tears could not stop flowing out. With a gentle press of the giant claws of the black man, she buried her face deep in the thick snow again. However, the miracle did not happen, and Camilla quietly waited for death to come.

"Crunch-crunch!" One step, two steps, three steps. This is the sound of shoes stepping on the new snow.

A man walked towards Mr. Hei with firm steps, great ambition and a fearless attitude.

"Who is that man? Could it be the one called Long Batian?" Steele looked up at the young man in front of him, stunned with surprise. The Eighth Princess and ruthless characters like Walpole could hardly resist a single move from Lord Black, let alone this young man who called himself Long Batian? Although the battle in Erdo City gave them too many surprises, Steele did not think that this young man could end the powerful Lord Black.

"Long Batian, be careful! Come back quickly!" Steele shouted loudly.

His words immediately attracted the attention of Black Lord, and he turned his gaze to the young man who was gradually approaching him.