It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

The sound of thunder and thunder came from the door at the end of the hall, and the sound of shouts and impacts could be heard endlessly.

Horrible sound waves hit, the top sanctuary mages and grandmaster warriors were all fighting outside, it was really a magnificent stage.

A few minutes later, the door of the main hall opened a gap, and the sunlight shot in through the shadowed main hall, and the light pierced the emperor's feet like a straight sword.

What fell into the eyes was thunder and flames.

He is the sword master of the gods who controls dragons, storms and meteors.

He is the only high-ranking heroic spirit in the world.

It is a living epic that has pierced through the thirteenth floor of the Abyss of Sealing Demons.

He is the spiritual leader and supreme consul of the Rebel Alliance.

Liliano Walter;

The Dragonborn raised his sharp sword, and she fought all the way. Her whole body was already soaked in blood. The pupils of the high-ranking heroic spirits favored by the storm and meteor reflected different colors, one was blue and the other was dark red.

She stared at the emperor on the throne from a long distance, showing a sarcastic smile.

She only needs one step to reach this distance now, and she has never been so close along the way.

Facing this vengeful enemy, no matter how much she told herself to calm down, she couldn't calm down the burning anger in her heart.

The angry dragon's breath accumulated in his chest, and the flames filled the flame bag on the dragonborn's chest, and his clothes were scalded by the flames below his chest.

She breathed out a mouthful of scorching flames.

The majestic hall turned into scorched earth in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, the palace was devastated, but the throne was still there.

The golden pupils in the emperor's eyes that symbolize power mean that he is also one of the rare strongest in this world, and he is definitely not a decoration that will break at the touch of a touch.

"Have you killed all the way to Yu's... lowly bastards, mixed races, and aliens..."

The emperor sat still, but just sneered: "Did you think that gathering a mob could overthrow Yu's empire?"

"humble?"

"Chop suey?"

The dragonborn bit her fangs and her chest was burning with anger. She had never hated a person so much, even when she was captured and whipped by the slave master when she was young, she had never felt such a strong humiliation.

"Wait, wait until I drag you off that chair and tear you to pieces, then you will know what regret is!"

Lilianu roared and rushed to the emperor's throne.

She was just a slave who had nothing at first, so she dared to kill the noble emperor who had everything.

The sword master of Shenting who was so angry that even the gods would find it hard to beat his sharpness.

The sword light of the high-level heroic spirit turned the world into a flash of pure white.

The full-frame sword edge struggled to break through the golden field, approaching inch by inch, as weak as if it would be defeated at any time.

But it still moved forward unswervingly, penetrating the emperor's body little by little, and connecting to the seemingly sacred throne.

The dragonborn's sharp sword pierced the emperor's flesh, watching the golden light in the young man's eyes gradually dim, every inch of her heart was filled with exaltation and ecstasy.

she won...

The tyrant is finally dying!

Chapter 2 Final Lesson

When the sharp sword pierced through the field under the gaze of the golden pupil, the weapon pierced through the flesh, and the moment blood gushed out.

The unspeakable pleasure turned into joy to vent.

Dragonborn can feel the heartbeat of the opponent through this sword.

It turned out to be the emperor aloof.

There will also be red blood.

It is only a person who sits on the throne.

Nobility, holiness, and majesty are just man-made labels, that is, there is no reason why people should not die.

In one thought, she thought a lot.

She thought of her miserable childhood, the years of being a slave, and she also stood in the slums looking at the lights of the aristocratic streets.

What arose in her heart at that moment was not numbness and blind obedience, but a kind of incomprehension, a kind of unwillingness.

Perhaps she was destined to take this path.

The price to pay is too high.

Just to make the man in front of him shed a drop of blood, how many people died?

Comrades, relatives, companions, and even enemies sworn to fight for the empire...

They all turned into cold corpses.

The bones are piled up to form a high mountain, forming a long ladder, building a road full of blood and debts, leading to the emperor.

"Is just one drop of blood enough?"

The golden color in the emperor's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then burned crazily.

"That's all it takes!"

Perhaps it was the outburst and madness before death.

The furious emperor suddenly expanded his domain, and the power of gold enveloped half of the palace.

"It's useless……"

The anger in the eyes of the high-ranking hero gradually subsided. After venting her desire for revenge, she calmed down, but couldn't help but joke.

"When this sword pierces your body, everything is over... No matter how hard you struggle, it will be useless."

Red ashes flew like pieces of fallen feathers.

There was a look of astonishment in the emperor's eyes.

"This sword..."

"A piece of spiral fragment is embedded in it. You cannot bear the power of opening up the world. No matter how much immortality you have gained, it will be ineffective under the action of this sword."

The Dragonborn's words were low, and gradually, that blood-stained face was covered with a smile.

"You are dying, Emperor."

She twisted the hilt of the sword, and it quietly turned into a spiral twisting of the sword body, like a nail tightened, piercing deeper.

The emperor was firmly nailed to the throne.

The spiral spikes embedded in the body, the flesh was burned, and the near-immortal life was also rapidly draining away.

Mysteries, lose their effectiveness before more advanced mysteries.

Life and death are already doomed the moment the sharp blade penetrates the body.

The emperor's eyes were trembling, his body was trembling, and his five fingers were firmly pressing on the armrest of the throne.

He was panting heavily, as if he was about to be speechless.

Different expressions such as denial, rage, shock, escape, fear, hideousness, etc. flashed across the face one after another, constantly changing.

The Dragonborn's gaze was locked on his face without any deviation, and he looked at it closely and watched it.

What will a generation of tyrants look like at the end of their lives.

This is the reward given to her by God, the spoils she deserves.

"You're going to die."

She smiled slightly: "Why don't you cry?"

The emperor was enraged by these words, he raised his hand, and his slender, pale fingers reached for the dragonborn's neck like a ghost seeking his life.

Even if he was so weak, he could still break the neck of the heroic spirit in front of him.

It's just a life for a life.

Even if she died, she would never let go.

The enemy of life and death is extremely jealous.

Just when the dragonborn thought he would be strangled, the hand did not strangle her neck, but gently touched her cheek, pinning a strand of blood-stained dark red hair to her ear back.

The sudden intimacy caused Lilianu to have goosebumps all over her body, and she almost subconsciously couldn't help but withdraw her sword.

But the next moment, all her movements froze instantly.

The golden color in the emperor's pupils dimmed little by little.

The emperor who has lost his majesty, sanctity, and power is gradually fading.

The majesty of the emperor has faded away, leaving ordinary people on the throne.

He hung his head halfway, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a clearly relieved and complacent smile.

After the golden color faded, the dark pupils, long black hair, pale face...all so familiar.

That's not regal.

That's Bai Wei...

The woman's pupils shrank violently.

"No, no, it's impossible..."

She immediately denied, refused, and roared through gnashed teeth: "How could you be..."

She gritted her teeth, her fangs were sharp, but her angry roar turned into a whimper the next moment: "How could you be..."

The young man raised his hand, pinched her cheek lightly, and pinched the somewhat clear face.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

"However, it's even more beautiful."