"You have let me down too much… "
As the young magician spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Rafa's forehead, a burst of flames suddenly flashed from his palm, and the smell of scorched and pungent meat came out all of a sudden, the poor soldier howled and struggled miserably. In a few seconds, the whole body turned into a cloud of black mist and floated in the air. "Such a waste, what else can you do with it..."
The young man seemed to have done an insignificant thing, and said calmly while taking out a gold silk handkerchief to wipe his hands.
The entire underground hall was suddenly eerily quiet.
All the soldiers looked at the young magician with terrified eyes. Shocked by his cruel methods, they all knelt on the ground, not even daring to breathe.
"You commit suicide, lest you suffer from the burning flames just now."
The young man smiled and looked at Fei.
"I'm not a member of the Blood Knife Mercenary Corps."
Fei folded his hands on his chest, shook his head and said.
"Whether you are or not, I just want to see you die in front of me now."
There was a contemptuous arc on the corner of the young man's mouth, and his joking expression was not concealed at all.
"Oh, interesting."
Fei laughed, His Majesty the King just couldn't see others being arrogant in front of him, so he was in a mischievous mood again, and asked with a smile: "Then do you know who I am?"
"I don't need to know who you are, you just need to know who I am."
The young man's eyes were cold: "If I want you to die, you must die."
"Oh? It's more interesting. Can you tell me who you are?"
Fei was still smiling.
"You lowly ants, you talk a lot of nonsense."
An impatient look appeared between the brows of the young magician. He gently raised his palm, and red flames emerged from his palm. The scorching heat raised the temperature of the gloomy underground hall by several degrees. Pointing his palm and the astonishing flame at Fei, he softly said his name: "Christo, the fourth prince of the empire, you know my name, now, go to hell!"
boom!
Endless flames spread from his arms in an instant, and the fire all over the sky gave people an illusion, as if the entire hall was filled with flames instantly, and then all the flames spun and turned into a huge roaring fire dragon, roaring It swept towards Fei, and soon obliterated Fei's figure.
Four-star peak fire attack magic - [Dragon Flame].
Although he didn't go all out, this move [Dragon Flame] is also one of the fourth prince Christo's proud attacking magic.
Every time he used flames all over the sky to burn those hated guys into beautiful ashes floating in the sky, and listening to their heart-piercing wailing, an indescribable sense of satisfaction and joy would emerge in Christo's heart.
But now, the person in front of him who has no strength but is extremely arrogant will become his poor object of satisfaction and pleasure.
He closed his eyes, and he couldn't wait to hear the beautiful music of heart-piercing wailing and begging for mercy.
But - more than ten seconds passed, 'beautiful music' did not come.
He opened his eyes.
I saw a scene that made me extremely surprised and astonished.
[Dragon Flame] The roaring fire dragon that came from the magic effect suddenly quieted down, and it was difficult to move forward any more.
One palm, through the flames and scorching heat, pinched the dragon's head like pinching a disobedient kitten. Then the flame, hot enough to melt steel in an instant, seemed to have been attacked by a terrible force, and began to dissipate amidst the whine, almost in the blink of an eye, the famous four-star fire-type attack magic [Dragon] Zhiyan], it was cracked lightly.
The way to crack it is to gently crush it with one hand.
The fourth prince Christo's pupils shrank.
Arrogance does not mean being an idiot. The facts are already obvious. The strength of the young man in front of him has far exceeded his expectations, because the other party has already told him clearly with one hand—you, you are still far behind. Far, not my opponent at all.
"Who are you?"
Christo's face became serious, and he didn't try to make a second shot. He knew that even if he shot with all his strength, he would be humiliating himself in front of this person.
"Didn't you say that you don't need to know who I am?"
Fei withdrew his hand, and still answered with a smile, but this smile, in Christo's eyes, was no longer the feeling that was not worthy of the slightest attention, but a moment of tranquility before the storm was approaching.
The fourth prince, Christo, froze, and his face was extremely ugly: "Strength is not the capital you can indulge in in front of an imperial prince."
"Hehe, the status of a prince is not the capital you can be presumptuous in front of an opponent who can easily crush you to death, well, your highness, I tell you very seriously, from now on, this king will never want to hear about you again." Noisy, don't show off your ignorant sense of superiority in front of this king, just shut up, otherwise, I can't guarantee that you will be able to leave here completely... "
Fei suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor in the distance, and immediately lost the entanglement with this inexplicably arrogant little prince who wanted to die but was a bit perverted.
"you… "
The fourth prince was furious, and wanted to say something, but when his eyes met the opponent's gaze as cold as ice for thousands of years, all the anger and pride disappeared immediately, and he no longer had the slightest courage to say any words to save his face. .
The footsteps were getting closer, and another crowd appeared.
"Hey, Alexander, so you are here, and it will be easy for people to find you for a while."
The coquettish witch Paris walked in the front with a bloody rose in her hand and a white dress. When she saw Fei, her eyes lit up and she greeted with a smile: "Hehehe, it seems that you have been here for a long time. "
"just arrived."
Sun Fei responded calmly.
Behind Paris, followed closely by [Red Beard] Granero and more than a dozen masters from the Imperial Police Station, a handsome young man who was holding a small dog with a disabled hind limb. He didn't seem to wake up, with long black hair hanging loose, dozed off in a daze, and wobbled at the end.
Fei also saw Roman Pavlyuchenko, the Grand Knight Commander who once escorted the eldest princess to Chambord City, and a purple dress that outlines a slender and beautiful figure. He has a beautiful appearance and strong strength. He used to follow the eldest princess Tanasa His Royal Highness's personal bodyguard is Zi Yan, a purple-clothed girl. The two of them were accompanied by ten sturdy warriors wearing black standard black steel battle armor, and the word "iron blood" was engraved on the front chest mirror. , if Fei guessed correctly, he should be a master of the [Iron Blood Battalion] under [Military God] Arshavin.
In addition to these two groups of people, a knight wearing a bronze battle armor came in next. He was tall and slender, with long hair pouring out of the helmet like a waterfall, and a crystal mask with water-like brilliance on his face. . Behind him are also ten bronze battle armor masters with good strength. The bronze masks cover their faces, and their faces cannot be seen clearly, but the cold light scattered from the pupils shows that these ten people have experienced life and death. Killing the dead on the battlefield.
This group of people, Fei didn't know which side they represented.
Immediately after that, slowly walking in from the corridor was a holy priest of the Holy See with a sad face. He was wearing a black and white robe. This robe had obviously been worn by him for a long time. Covered with large and small patches, the pinholes are very fine, like blossoming gray patterns blooming on the black and white coarse cloth, the robe is very clean. This priest is probably in his fifties, his hair and beard are already a little gray, and he is wearing a pair of sandals made of bark. The bare instep is covered with dense scars. These scars are like Like the patches on his robe, it exudes a vicissitudes of time.
"Huh? Even people from the Holy See participated in the battle for the treasure of blood knives? Something seems wrong."
Fei didn't look calm on the surface, but his mind was running fast.
The gray-haired priest was alone, and his steps were very slow, and every step was steady.
Behind him, there are dense figures, although everyone looks anxious, but no one dares to jump over the old priest and rush to the front. This is not only because the Holy See is unparalleled in Pangea, but It was also because of the shuddering aura surging from the old divine master. This aura was as vast as the ocean, as wide as the sky, and as peaceful as the sun. Even Fei Fei couldn't help being moved by it.
The old priest walked slowly into the underground hall, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Fei alone, then lowered his head and stopped looking at anyone else, as if everything had no light on him, but no one dared to ignore his exist.
Behind the old priest, another group of people broke in.
However, these people have an undisguised aura of recklessness, each of them has a fierce look on their faces, and their eyes are fierce, with vigilance in their expressions. The people in the battalion are so special, the clothes on their bodies are fairly uniform, but the weapons are all different. From these people, Fei felt the same aura as the blood knife mercenaries.
In the not-so-big underground hall, more than a hundred people were accommodated at one time.
Everyone looked at the piles of treasures, gold coins, magic stones, and the sophisticated weapons and armor on the weapon racks that were enough to equip a cavalry squadron. There were flashes of light in their eyes, and no one spoke for a while.
Each wave of people occupied a position, carefully looking at each other with a look of vigilance.
The invisible pressure circulated and diffused in the air, spreading out.