I won’t say whether David’s statement is reliable or not…

OK, it's a joke to say it's reliable. But the facts are obvious here.

Petrochemicals in the whole field!

To give a not very appropriate example, it is like playing online games in this world and pushing dungeons. After finally struggling through mountains and rivers, I pushed to the last level of the dungeon and faced the final **oss. This **oss is also very powerful, with a profound origin, and her appearance performance is so shocking that it is beyond the reach, and her combat power is even more high... As a result, this side was frightened, and the next harsh words of **oss didn't even come to the next chapter...

Is this the end?

Isn’t it that I want to slaughter all the people in the world?

Can you still have fun together?

...

A single hair moves the whole body.

In fact, Tang En and others don’t need to feel ridiculous. Because there is not only one oops, almost at the same time, the intensity of some events is far greater than the absurd scene they are experiencing...

Brandu City, Wangting Castle under the drizzle of cows.

In the slightly cold king's bedroom, the heavy curtains swayed left and right with the cold wind snucking in, rolling the spicy medicine all over the room, and also rolling a little indescribable and unexplainable surging undercurrent.

As the most powerful man on this continent, King Bran is now really old. He lies in the hospital bed, his face is pale, thin, and his shriveled chest is slightly up and down... No matter how you look at it, he looks like the dying king of beasts, and he doesn't seem to be alive for a while.

However, compared to the bleak ending where the dying beast could only die under the claws of other similar species, King Bran is still happier, because to this day, no one dares to hand him a claw. It is also because the person standing by the bed holding the medicine bowl is his direct descendant, His Highness, the eldest prince.

The elderly have something to support, and the descendants are filial to their knees. Who can say that they are unhappy in such a warm scene?

Silently waved his hand to disperse the servants around him. The eldest prince stood quietly by the bed, silently looking at the old king with a weak breath, that is, his father, with his expression changing like a turbulent and complexity.

Hesitation, struggle, resentment, pleasure... just like the porcelain bowl in my hand. The medicine juice inside it trembled slightly, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a while, I took a breath, as if I had decided something, so I got closer and called me gently.

"My father, my father... it's time to take medicine."

"It's you, cough cough... the state affairs have been handled on their behalf? Why did you come to me with medicine today when you have time?" As he called softly, the old king slowly opened his turbid old eyes and looked at the eldest prince beside the bed. He was a little surprised. Then, with the support of the latter, he was placing a pillow under his body and lying on the head of the bed.

"Some days I haven't heard my father's teachings, so I came to see you after handling state affairs early today." The eldest prince lowered his head and leaned over to tuck the corner of his bedding and clothes while explaining.

"Yeah." The old king nodded with gratitude when he heard this, raised his hand and barely patted the eldest prince's arm, obviously very satisfied with his filial piety. Then he thought of something and asked slowly, "So many days have passed, what progress has been made in the negotiations between your brother and the gray-clothed army... Now that the empire is in danger, I can only comfort the gray-clothed army. The empire has the strength to free up his hands to resist the invasion of the Northern Wilderness Tribe. Cough cough... You must remember this when handling state affairs. Do it well and cooperate with your younger brother, the imperial throne, huff... the throne is yours after all..."

Haha, Dad, you said this a few years ago... A few years later, you still said this...

He looked up and gently, the eldest prince picked up the medicine bowl and agreed respectfully: "My father, please be content, children know. Well, the medicine is almost cold, so let's drink it while it's hot. Take care of your health."

"Well... by the way, how is the Sword God's health now? If I have any medicine here, he can use it, ahem, where can I go."

"Sword God is recovering, just like his father."

"Ahem...that's good, that's good..."

...

It's still the capital of Bran, or the castle of Wangting.

Outside the Royal Sanatorium, "Junior brother, are you calling me out for a walk, or on a rainy day? You have something to say but it's okay." While walking side by side in the drizzle, Haita turned his head and looked at Wen Silin, who was drooping his head, as if he was a little unconscious. "There is no shortage of people on the master. Please finish your words quickly and I'll go and take care of you... Hum? Junior brother?"

"Uh? Oh..." After a pause, Wen Silin seemed to have come back from his trance, wiped the rain on his face, and inadvertently turned his head away from Haita's surprised gaze, "That's right, didn't the Second Prince go to the north? I heard that his negotiations with the Gray-Clothing Army were not very smooth, so he sent someone to send a message back, hoping that Philip could go again. Relying on his personal relationship with the Gray-Clothing Army to deal with it, so as to break the deadlock."

"Then go...why, Philip doesn't want to go?"

Winsling nodded: "It should be the last negotiation. Those congressmen turned around without his consent, which made him a little disheartened... I went to persuade him, but the effect was not good. Philip only said that he missed that opportunity. It was impossible for the Gray Army to talk about anything else during the formal negotiation, so he was unwilling to go there for nothing."

He paused and spread his hands at Haita who was speechless, "So I think senior brother, you go and try it out again. Maybe he will agree..."

"How can I have that ability?" Haita smiled bitterly and shook his head, then frowned in anger, "At this time, these damn members of Congress are still only concerned about their own safety... Oh, forgot! Let's do this, I'll try it out for him now. Junior brother, go back and take care of the master."

"Okay, I'll give you it. My carriage is parked outside the castle gate. The coachman knows where Philip is now..."

He waved his hand, "What's the point of giving away this? It's not that I don't know your carriage, so it's important to go back and take care of the master..." After pausing, Haita suddenly turned his head in confusion, looking at the empty square, "Hey, strange, where have the Wangting guards gone here?"

"But... it might be a temporary change of duty." Wen Silin's expression stopped, and then he looked around and replied casually.

"Is that?" Although he was confused, Haita didn't think much. He was about to say goodbye to Winsling. His feet suddenly paused, and his expression changed drastically. He looked up suddenly, "Who? Come out!"

Before he could finish his shout, a mysterious rune magic array suddenly appeared above him. Under his head, he instantly surrounded Haita and Wenslin, who were caught off guard. Then, the holy magic light rose into the sky!

"The magic of light?! You dare-"

...

Boom-

In the bedroom, the old king had just put down the porcelain bowl, his frown had not yet completely melted, and the bitter medicine juice in his mouth suddenly came out of the house, and he was stunned: "Is there thundering outside...?"

It was not surprising that it was drizzling in the sky outside, and thunder was happening. But as soon as he finished speaking, there were loud explosions in his ears, and this time, there was a faint roar and roar and the dull roar when the house collapsed, which was obviously not like thunder.

It is true that the old king is old, but he is not stupid or stupid. Or even if he has Alzheimer's disease, he is at least awake at this time.

He was stunned again and looked angry: "What's going on? Does anyone dare to attack Wangting Castle? Cough cough..."

The eldest prince did not answer. Or to be more precise, he could not hear any sound at this time, including thunder and the old king's questioning... his eyes fixedly looked at the empty porcelain bowl. His expression seemed to cry and laugh, and his trance was complicated.

"Come, come... Damn! Where have these idiots gone..."

Suddenly interrupted, "Don't shout, no one comes." After taking a deep breath, the eldest prince raised his head and bowed slightly, as if he had instantly removed some burden, straightened his waist and back without any bending. He looked down at the stunned old king, with a slight compassion, and said quietly, "My father, now I am the only one here, you."

"Then why are you still standing there? Why don't you go..." After a pause, the old king suddenly shook his body lying down. He realized something. He looked up in disbelief and looked at the eldest prince who looked straight at him without any permission, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never known.

"you……"

Interrupted again, "Does my father want to know the source of these abnormal noises? Haha, there is no need to check this, I can tell you now." The corner of the eldest prince's mouth raised slightly, "This should be the movement made by Mr. Haita, who set up an ambush to kill the great disciple of the Sword God in the Temple of Light and killed... You don't have to worry, it won't take a while before these movements will disappear."

"What did you say! Ahem...they dare..." The old king was shocked and furious when he heard this.

"Of course they dared, and they would succeed easily. Because they had been preparing for this for a long time, because there was an insider, and because..." The eldest prince raised his chin slightly, with a proud look on his face, "They got the permission of Bran's next king!"

"You want to rebel!" Hearing this, the old king didn't understand the meaning, and even shouted angrily.

At this point, the eldest prince seemed to have completely relaxed and shook his fingers: "No, it's not that I thought. But I've done it, and I'm about to succeed. Haha... Don't be excited, my father. Because excitement will make the blood flow in your body faster, and it will make some things mixed in the medicine just now spread throughout your body faster..."

Before he finished speaking, "Puff--" the old king whose face was red suddenly trembled and spewed out black blood, his face quickly faded away.

The eldest prince was stunned when he saw this, rubbed a little blood splashed on his sleeve, and felt helpless: "I said don't be excited, my father."

"Ahem... Nizi, Nizi... You must die a little..." With the help of getting up, the old king suddenly reached out and grabbed the eldest prince's arm, his face twisted and he couldn't help but gasp and scold.

Under the accumulated power, the eldest prince couldn't help but retreat subconsciously in fear, but because his arm was grabbed and rushed back to the old king, struggling in panic: "Let go... I am a rebellious son, and I was not forced by you!" I don't know where the old king got the strength, but he was obviously in a dying state. However, the burly and sturdy eldest prince couldn't break his palm, which was like a dead branch.

"I am the eldest prince! I am the first heir to the empire! I should have ascended the throne long ago, but you, I am immortal, keep blocking and delaying it - letting go, letting me go - you just don't let go! Look, you just want to occupy the throne and not letting go, watching me fight with the hypocritical guy called my brother in secret, just like watching two wild dogs snatching bones - OK! Don't you want us to divide the superiority? Now that you are separated, that hypocritical guy will not come back from the north. Tell you, he is already destroyed by the attack of the temple! Haha--"

The harsh and crazy laughter kept echoing in the hall, even suppressing the loud roar from the distance, "No need for you, an immortal choice, nor do you need to snatch the hypocritical guy again... If you die, he will die too, and I will naturally be the next king of the Bran Empire! You, let me go-away-"

Looking at the old king who was already vomiting blood and unable to speak, but his palm still grabbed his right arm tightly, his eyes were as furious as a tiger. The eldest prince panicked and scared, and subconsciously stretched out his left hand to scratch it randomly, and grabbed the porcelain bowl placed on the head of the bed. Without thinking, he suddenly raised his hand and smashed it at the old king's white haired head.

"Let me go, let go, let go!!!"

Bang bang bang bang-crank-blood splashes everywhere, tiles flying around!

After a short moment, everything returned to silence, and only waves of breathing sounded constantly in the empty hall...

...

Similar silence.

In Wangting Castle Square, cows drizzled down, sprinkled on the broken walls, sprinkled on the many Templar Knights and Magicians, and also sprinkled on the sea tower that was surrounded in the middle of the crowd and still.

Tick, tick...

He looked down and stared at the familiar spear passing through his heart from behind. Blood mixed with rain slowly dripped along the arc of the spear tip. At a certain moment, Haita suddenly felt a sudden look, remembering the strange situation where there was no guard in the huge square before, remembering the obvious absenteeism of the people behind him, remembering the excuse that he had taken him to leave the sanatorium and leave his master's side...

Bang, kneel on one knee.

The long hair on his forehead covered Haita's face, and he could only hear a soft question, and a gentle tone as always: "Why?"

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Haita didn't turn his head, so he naturally couldn't see Winslin's panic expression behind him. He subconsciously let go of the spear in his hand and waved his hands randomly, "I don't want it, senior brother, I really don't want it... If you want to forgive me, you must forgive me..."

The blood flowed even faster, and instantly dyed the large bluestone floor under the Sea Tower. After gasping for a few breaths, the Sea Tower suddenly shouted, "I'll ask you...whoosh...why!!"

"Why... because I don't have a choice, I really don't have a choice! Senior brother, you are too close to the second prince... The eldest prince found my family, and the temple also found my family... Master is like this now, Senior brother, what should I do? Tell me what to do..."

Catching his hair, Winslin, who looked like a madman, couldn't help but retreat. Aside from him, the Knights of the Temple frowned and tried to swing their swords to kill the Death Sea Tower to end the siege. However, before he could get close, his expression was stunned.

"So that's it... cough cough..." Haita, who shook his head and laughed, coughed, and knelt on one knee, suddenly gasped for a few times, raised his hand and grabbed the tip of the gun, slowly pulled it out of his body, inch by inch, and splashed blood, "Winsling...Winsling..."

"ah?"

"You really... can't stand the wall..."

A faint regretful voice, swinging a gun, a pure green fighting light broke out suddenly, around her body, like a river water that swept across the audience in an instant,

“Not good – back, back-”

Boom...boom...boom...boom...
Chapter completed!