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This news is no less than a thunderous thunder, and it exploded in her ears! It has been a matter of one or two years since Passephine became the Dragon Knight General. She naturally knew how powerful the Speaker and the Queen were hidden underwater. Perhaps the resources and inheritance were not as good as the three giants, but the Spider Queen beat Qunren with her incredible powerful abilities, and could balance the three giants with one force. And many powerful abilities under Bebraraz's command could also vaguely compete with the Spider Queen.

Most importantly, in the past decade, no one has known how strong Bebraz himself is.

"It seems that many things need to be reconsidered..." Passephine's thinking was moving rapidly. The two powerful people started a war, and there was no possibility of neutrality. Although it was Bebraz's motion to deprive her general, *** was ***. In the eyes of the upper class, there was no completely unresolvable contradiction between her and Bebraz. And Passephine was naturally one of the upper class and had the wisdom of the upper class, so she naturally understood this. Perhaps the only person who could maintain neutrality was Admiral Morgan of the Dark Dragon Knight. But this neutrality would not last long.

Another important reason she could not hide was her deep worries, her worries about Mortimus.

Persephine never likes Mortimus's character and is completely unfavorable to his fate. In her eyes, if it weren't for the terrifying power of the Spider Queen, Mortimus would have long known how many powerful men he had provoked and how many times he had been killed. Even on the battlefield, the commander would have tried his best to arrange tasks that suit Mortimus for him because of the Spider Queen. For example, Lieutenant Colonel Julio at the Dragon Knight Headquarters was not strong in combat, but he was a rare talent in arranging tasks and commanding in battle, and he was one of the few people with strategic vision among the Dragon Knights. It can be said that every time the Dark Dragon Knight gave Mortimus a task to Mortimus, he carefully planned it, and he spent several times the time and energy, or even more than ten times more than ordinary tasks.

If not, Mortimus might not have lived now.

On a truly sinister battlefield, a guy like him who condenses a blood-colored pillar of fire that has something to do or not is a beacon in the dark, and the crows in the snow are the most obvious targets. Passephine has some ways to easily destroy him. For example, bombing with heavy cannons, or mobilizing many snipers to saturate snipers.

"If it was Su, you would be hit with one shot!" She thought proudly.

No matter what, my intuition told her that Mortimus's fate this time would probably be very bad.

The battle ended in a few minutes, except for the half-charred Pariel successfully escaped, the rest of the abilities were engulfed by Mortimus' flames.

Looking at the charred corpses on the ground, Mortimus changed from sneer to laughter, and the flames rose again and rushed to a height of more than ten meters, as if demonstrating to the enemy near and in the distance.

The demonstrations are very effective.

A blood hole suddenly appeared in Mortims's eyebrows, and a large mass of blood mist burst out from the back of his head! His expression was stunned, his body was stiff, and he slowly fell down. Until he fell to the sky, Mortims' incredible expression never changed.

"Idiot!" Two silent comments rang out at the same time.

One is in Persephine's heart, and the other is a sniper who has just released the trigger.

Although he was mocking Mortimus' idiotic behavior in his heart, Persephine did not act any other way, but quietly retreated and stayed away from the battlefield. Mortimine was a powerful man in the seventh-level magic domain. He was only a handful of people who could shoot him in the head a thousand meters away. Persephine was almost certain who was this person. She didn't want to be involved with this guy. If a fight broke out, it would be a hard battle.

Among the truly powerful people, fewer and fewer people are willing to use guns. Even the new-era gunpowder weapons developed by the Dark Dragon Knight cannot pose enough threats to high-level abilities, and even have little impact on those who are prepared and targeted at the sixth-level abilities. Therefore, even those who are powerful in the spiritual domain will basically have no human evolution of the control ability of weapons in the later stage, but will strengthen the ability of various regional controls. In the turbulent era after the war, the mutation and evolution of organisms have made rapid progress, and a new generation will evolve almost every ten years. The development of science and technology requires time to settle and accumulate, and decades are still too short. And after the destruction of war, the material basis for the large-scale development of science and technology will no longer exist.

The sniper's hand should also be a heavy sniper powered by electromagnetic power, and its technical content is even greater than that of Su's hand. With Passephine's current ability, he is unwilling to be the prey of his sight.

After leaving the battlefield, Persephine quietly accelerated and disappeared into the vast wilderness.

A few minutes later, a pair of solid and durable military boots appeared beside Mortimus's body. This was a very beautiful young man, with his long silver-white shiny hair that looked very eye-catching, and was tied behind his head with a white ribbon. On his back was carrying a heavy sniper rifle that was almost as high as him. Looking at the alloy spear body shining with a faint blue light, it was probably at least hundreds of kilograms. However, the thin young man seemed to be unable to feel the weight on his body at all.

It was just a scar that slanted across most of his face completely destroyed his handsome face.

He reached out to move Mortimus's face right, looked carefully, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, patted Mortimus's red face with his hand, and stood up. He walked around the battlefield again, and suddenly stopped when he came to the vicinity of Persephine's original hiding place, with a layer of bright silver in his eyes, staring at Persephine's lurking place. A minute later, a beautiful figure crouched in the grass appeared in his pupils. Although it was very blurry, it could still be seen that it was Persephine.

"Fanni? It's you! You're back too? That's a bit interesting." The silver color faded in his eyes, and a bright light turned on.

Night falls again. For Dragon City, this means another uneasy night, but compared to the turmoil outside the city, it is as calm as heaven.
Chapter completed!