Pullman opened his mouth, but there was no sound, only a low sound and blood foam coming out.

"I'm glad that you sent yourself to me so that I don't have to seek revenge from you," Roy said with a smile. "As a reward for your thoughtfulness, I chose such a burial place for you. You should be very satisfied."

Bar?"

"You..." Pullman opened his mouth.

"What am I?" Roy took a step closer and listened carefully.

At this moment, Pullman suddenly became violent and reached out to strangle Roy's throat.

For so long, he has only been waiting for this opportunity!

From the moment the battle broke out, he knew that it was impossible for him to rush out, let alone escape. However, he knew how much this boy hated him.

Therefore, what he has to do is to create such an opportunity.

He believed that this young man who had always stood outside the battle circle would definitely kill him with his own hands.

And this moment was finally what he had been waiting for.

Although his body was severely beaten, Pullman retained a little of his core strength. At this moment, he exploded with more than half of his combat power in his heyday. Killing an unsuspecting three-star knight of the Great Light was like killing a chicken!

However, the moment Pullman's only remaining hand touched the young man's neck, his eyes swept across and saw a sarcastic smile on the faces of the followers around him, without even moving.

how?!

As soon as this thought came up, he felt a chill in his vest, and immediately, a long sword came out straight from his chest.

Pullman stared blankly at the tip of the sword on his chest, then raised his head blankly.

His hand had already strangled his neck, but it was not the young man's neck, but the neck of a two or three-year-old boy.

The boy looked at him quietly, just like he did at the Frost River sixteen years ago, his innocent and clear eyes full of sarcasm.

Roy's voice came to my ears.

"The abacus is very beautiful, but you are really naive."

Roy drew his sword suddenly!

quack……

Pullman's throat made two unexplained noises, his eyes showed strong unwillingness, and immediately, he fell down in the mud, splashing a puddle of muddy water.

He tilted his head, darkness came over him, and the last bit of light in his pupils turned into ashes.

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In the dimly lit church, Pope Nicholas II sat with his eyes closed, like a lifeless sculpture.

Several cardinals stood silently, their faces ashen.

The candle on the table was extinguished.

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.Note 1: There were two people whose power system was wrong before. One was Morton and the other was Stevenson. They got crazy and thought that the ninety-nine level ladder was set to nine hundred and ninety-nine. Therefore, these two

Divide the ladder by ten.
Chapter completed!