Don't confiscate my citizenship

In other words, the outcome will be decided in the next game and confrontation!

That's when Somerset's guffaws grew ever more shrill.

And Loren's heartbeat began to accelerate to the beat of a drum.

Loren felt the magic source of the Son of Destruction not far behind!

Salomon's attack finally arrived.

Loren couldn't predict how Salomon would make trouble at this critical moment that determined victory or defeat, and what consequences each of his judgments would have, but he had to stay calm and deal with any situation!

however.

Loren slowly turned his eyes in mid-air.

The other side.

Under the city gate.

The moment the Saint Son of Destruction rushed out and saw Loren's figure clearly.

Salomon's expression, originally excited about surviving the disaster, suddenly froze.

He stood stunned.

Then he started to take a few steps back in fear.

Just like when you are about to reach the exit of hope, you find that the real hell of despair begins before you!

"Lo, Loren!!!"

Salomon's screams echoed across the southern border battlefield.

Somerset stopped moving and frowned.

Loren was even more confused.

Is he so scary?

Chapter 513 The Ice Witch understands the seriousness of the matter

There are cracks in the city wall on the southern border, the towers are crumbling, and the winding streets are in a mess. The once-vibrant buildings and squares have been reduced to ruins in the tremors, and the stone pillars in the sand are still collapsing and sinking layer by layer.

Salomon was covered with stab wounds and his black robe was stained with blood. Although he was weak, he finally reached the city gate with a blazing flame of victory in his eyes.

But all of this was completely reversed when Loren's figure was clearly seen.

Moonlight faded into shadow.

The shouts echoing in the crowd seemed like undead spirits that could not escape the entanglement.

"Lie, lie..."

Salomon held his head and almost scratched his scalp.

Throughout the city, he could only hear calls for Loren.

These sounds were like roaring thunder, echoing in Salomon's ears, almost confusing his wrinkled brain.

Behind him seemed to be following the group of high priests of destruction who were completely brainwashed into strange creatures under the blood moon.

Already escaped? he does not know.

There are no answers in this darkness.

Salomon was full of fear all the way, trying to escape from this strange South Wantina territory, and fled to the city gate. When he was about to see the figure of the cardinal who was fighting with Somerset, what he saw was a man who how could he? No one expected either.

The brilliance of the Gods and the magic power that shakes the world are undoubtedly Loren!

At this moment, Salomon only felt the endless fate and the undeliverable message.

Salomon did not dare to think back to the guy who talked to him in the northwest area of ​​the city-state before. Every bit of analysis in his brain made his hair stand on end.

That thing in the northwest district is undoubtedly very strong, and it has an aura that is no less than that of the Bishop of Destruction.

Maybe Loren has obtained some ancient forbidden spell, which allows him to split in two and direct and act on his own. On the surface, he is a kind and upright great priest, but secretly, he is the black hand that controls the situation on the entire continent, no matter the kingdom or the empire. Or the Resurrection Church Vampires, they are just pawns of the great priest!

Salomon looked up, and Loren's sincerely confused eyes in the distance made Salomon even more frightened.

This person had obviously just played a trick on him in the northwest district of the city-state, and now when they met again, he could still maintain his flawless acting skills and perform the image of a hero and idol in front of the people of the Kingdom of Hutton.

It was as if he was not worried about the truth and conspiracy being exposed at all, and was laughing at Salomon, a pawn who was unable to resist.

"Salomon..."

The Marquis of Somerset, who was outside the border of Nanwantina, saw Salomon's expression and state and immediately understood something.

"Tsk..."

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, clicked his tongue.

Regardless of whether the mission succeeds or fails, the arrival of Salomon, the Son of Destruction, is the signal to retreat.

The barrier led by Nan Wantina was restored soon.

Against the increasingly powerful Loren, saving the Son of Destruction, whose magic power was in extremely poor condition, would not change anything.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, the Holy Son of Destruction seemed to have suffered a nervous breakdown just now and completely lost his will to fight. If he tried to save him by force, he would probably be betrayed by the Holy Son of Destruction and take advantage of him.

The vampires are not afraid of fighting a war of attrition with their opponents, but they are afraid of being tied up by their opponents until daylight.

The best choice right now is to give up the Son of Destruction, use the Son of Destruction as bait, and evacuate as soon as possible!

The Marquis of Somerset immediately chose to turn away from the border of South Wantina Territory and turned into a red comet straight into the Knox Mountains.

"..."

Loren is not eager to fight. It is best if the enemy is willing to retreat.

then.

Loren could only look back at Salomon, the Son of Destruction.

His eyes looked like he couldn't understand what was happening at the moment, and he could only look to Salomon for answers.

"...Loren!!!"

Realizing that the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, had evacuated without hesitation and that he was the only one left at the city gate, fear and resentment intertwined into bloodshot eyes in Salomon's eyes.

Why does Loren appear in the Northern Continent?

Why are there new cardinals?

Why does Loren's course of action always resemble that of the new bishop?

It turns out that all of this is just a stage set up for the birth of a hero!

The general trend of the world can be controlled by one black and one white.

But what if the chess player on the black and white chessboard is one person?

If there is no chaos in the world, Loren will create it himself.

The person who calmed down the chaos was still Loren, but what he did was not a fight, but a performance that did not require rehearsal.

What Loren did must be for the sake of the world, dedicated and selfless.

In fact, he knows how every step happens and how to calm it down!

Salomon didn't realize until this moment that he was just a small chess piece in Loren's hands.

By the time he knew his fate, it was already too late.

What Loren once told him in the Northwest District - "But if you challenge me, I guarantee that you will die in the South Wantina territory in an extremely miserable way today, and you will even experience far more than anything before you die." Destroy the greatest fear that the Bishop can give you." Now every word made Salomon's mind tremble.

His fate has already been decided.

All that awaits him is his exit.

The more you struggle, the deeper you fall.

"Salomon, I will not kill you. Surrender yourself."

Loren slowly descended from the air, looked at Salomon with dignity and said.

He was convinced that the powerful eighth-level enemy had gone far away, and he did not want to pursue him any longer. Pursuing him deep into the Knox Mountains would not only make it difficult to capture the opponent, but he might also lose his rear.

If he kills the Son of Destruction, it will only anger the Bishop of Destruction.

A young man suitable to defeat the Son of Destruction has never appeared.

The best outcome is for the Royal Army at the rear to imprison the Son of Destruction and hand it over to the United Kingdom Council.

"Loren..."

Salomon looked at Loren with tears of fear in his eyes.

"Hahahahaha, you stupid people, when you discover the truth, you will finally understand what kind of person Loren is!"

As he shouted, the magic power in his body suddenly rose.

Loren seemed to realize something and suddenly rushed towards Salomon.

However, Salomon committed suicide before Loren could stop him.

He used magic power to destroy himself as quickly as possible, leaving only blood foam scattered in the air, passing through Loren's horrified eyes.

"...?"

Loren stared blankly at Salomon's broken body.

I don’t know what Salomon meant, and why the Son of Destruction died so inexplicably.

From the time Salomon appeared until now, there were too many things that he could not understand.

Before Loren could react.

The sergeants had already rushed up and put their thick cloaks on Loren.

"The temperature difference between day and night is huge, Mr. Loren, please wear more clothes!"

"We won!"

"With just one look, you can scare away the Son of Destruction. As expected of Mr. Loren!"