This is the second corridor from the rest room to the Hall of Heroes. It is very narrow, but very transparent.

From being a member of the White Blade Guards to being an official of the King, his decades of career have made him extremely familiar with this palace.

However, for Byrne Michael, ever since King Nunn roared and exiled him, ever since he hugged his daughter's body and left in a trance from the Hall of Heroes, the Palace of Heroes that he once knew has become him.

A place of pain that is difficult to face throughout your life.

As an unforgivable and irreparable sinner, returning to the Palace of Heroes is like a long dream, out of reach for him.

So when Michael stood here again a few hours later, he just felt that everything was like a dream.

But what does it matter?

Michael grabbed the hilt of the knife at his waist and told himself that part of his heart had died twelve years ago, and another part had died twelve years later today.

And what he is doing now is just habit and instinct - this is what he convinced himself when he received the summoning order from Nicolai.

Although he had prepared himself long ago, he asked himself that no matter what the situation was, he could accept it...

But when the enemy's figure actually appeared from the shadows, Michael couldn't help but be shocked.

It wasn't until this second that Michael realized that his heart had not completely died, and the last part of his heart was still alive.

But now it seems that this part is also going to die.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar enemy in front of him, Michael sighed.

There was a faint sound of fighting in my ears.

Michael knew that in other parts of the palace, their scattered men had already begun to encounter the enemy.

It was just as the deputy star envoy expected - Michael sighed secretly in his heart: The enemy would not engage in large-scale wars and mobilize troops, but they could send out elite squads to intercept their group of invaders in every corner of the palace. They did not seek to annihilate the enemy.

blocking.

Sap their energy, trap their hands, and curtail their movement.

so……

Michael raised his head and looked at the silent figure in front of him.

The former officer smiled wryly.

I hope the star man's plan works.

Michael took a step forward.

"You know," Michael rubbed his dry lips, with a heavy and sad voice, "When the White Blade Guards sent word that Charmaine Lombard of the Black Sand Territory was plotting a rebellion, I kept convincing myself: This should be with you.

It’s irrelevant.”

"You won't participate..."

"It can't be you..."

Michael looked sadly at the motionless enemy in front of him, with a look of disbelief and even a trace of begging: "Why..."

On the other side of the corridor, the silent enemy slowly raised his steps and walked towards him, but did not answer.

It was as if the Byrne Michael in front of me was just a stranger.

At that moment, Michael's expression became even more painful.

When they were only a few steps away, the enemy raised his eyes and stared at him coldly.

Michael just looked back at him quietly, seeming to be expecting something and also hesitating.

Finally, the enemy slowly spoke.

"So, you have become an officer of the king," the enemy's words seemed to be filled with sarcasm and ridicule, as well as a bit of unnoticeable hatred and disgust: "Congratulations, you have transformed from a commoner to a white-blade guard, and then to the rank of

The king's ministers..."

"Lord Byrne Michael."

"How glorious, how dazzling."

Michael's whole body shook as if struck by lightning.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes gently.

The sounds of fighting elsewhere came to my ears again, becoming more and more intense.

"I once sent people to look for you in the Black Sand Territory," Michael's voice was full of complex emotions and his tone was slightly trembling: "They all said back then that you didn't want to come back..."

The enemy sneered: "But I'm back."

"With my sword!"

The moment he finished speaking, the enemy's weapon was unsheathed without any warning!

"Qiang!"

The blade of the sword cut through the air, the chill was overwhelming, and it collided fiercely with another blade in the air!

"clang!"

The harsh metal sound echoed in their ears.

Lord Michael held his sword horizontally, pressed the handle and back of the sword, and blocked the enemy's hands from the bottom up. He said with a painful expression: "Yes, you are back."

"Whoa!"

The enemy's weapon was instantly withdrawn and he was about to retreat, but when Michael tried to reverse the attack, a sword slashed at his wrist!

Michael was shocked.

Years of instinct allowed him to twist his wrist in time and step back!

With an unpleasant and harsh sound of metal friction, his hilt guard deflected the blade, and Michael was able to avoid the fate of losing his wrist.

"You have become different too," Michael glanced solemnly at the knife-wielding hand who was almost injured, and then looked at the murderous enemy in front of him, his eyes complex and subtle: "It is indeed the Tower of the End."

"You're not bad either." The enemy swung his sword and said coldly, "It's not common for you to be able to interrupt my moves."

Michael frowned, feeling increasingly bitter in his heart.

This is……

My own destiny?

As His Majesty said, eternal life to atone for the mistakes he made?

"Are you the only one? Where are the others?" the enemy asked coldly.

Michael sighed slightly and shook his head:

"They're where they're supposed to be."

The enemy didn't answer, just snorted, then immediately stepped forward and struck again with his sword!

Michael gritted his teeth and relied on his combat experience and instinct to advance instead of retreating.

"Cang!" The swords clashed.

This time, Michael hit the opponent's sword before he changed his moves again, interrupting the opponent's continuous moves and attack rhythm.

Amid the enemy's surprise, Michael kept moving forward, pushing the blade forward along with the enemy, and asked painfully: "Why?"

"Why is that you……"

The enemy couldn't help but retreat under Michael's unprepared impact, but when he retreated to the sixth step, he stepped on the ground calmly.

The power of termination surged within the body, and the enemy held the sword in both hands, instantly sliding past the center of gravity of Michael's blade!

clang!

The blade of the sword caught the knife grid hard, and the two sides fell into a stalemate again.

"More than ten years..."

"Why did you come to ask me now?" At that moment, the enemy gritted his teeth and stared at Lord Byrne Michael in front of him, his expression full of anger and disdain: "Isn't it too late?"

The former officer's opponent, the female terminator swordsman, Chloe Melk pressed the hilt of the sword tightly with her hands, her eyes were red, and she bit out the strange and subtle word from her mouth:

"Father!"

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At the same time, Raphael, who was around the weapons depot, also heard the faint sounds of fighting coming from the surroundings - sounds traveled very quickly in this rough palace.

But he had no intention of stopping to think of countermeasures or rushing to the fighting place to help.

Because at this moment, Raphael only felt a deep chill and fear.

No matter how hard Raphael suppressed it, his arms were still shaking, and there was even a strange rustling sound under his skin.

Like an animal that feels threatened.

Raphael narrowed his eyes and stared at the corner ahead: he heard the footsteps gradually approaching.

However, his arms were trembling more and more violently, and the temperature of the flesh and blood under his skin increased rapidly, and its activity increased rapidly, surging back and forth like an erupting volcano.

Since reshaping his arm in endless pain and torture, Raphael has almost never encountered such a situation.
To be continued...