The King of Elden does not die alone!

From the very beginning, or to be more precise, from the night they rested in the dilapidated house in Storm Hill, Mia had no intention of letting Wilden challenge Greg with her.

She knew Wilden couldn't do it.

If Wilden could, he wouldn't have asked me not to kill Greg.

Wilden was visibly relieved after hearing Mia's response.

"Thanks you."

"Well, I'll go first."

Mia waved her staff, and teleportation magic sent her invisible to the other end of the square.

Supplemented the previous chapter

I woke up at 4:30 and my head became clearer.

The previous chapter added about a thousand words, so refresh and read again.

Prepare to beat Xiao Ge.

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Chapter 2. Give Greg a family knock!

Under the gloomy sky, among the withered grass, the tombstones stood there in disorder like bushes.

Some have collapsed, while others have not been affected by much of the wind and still have sharp edges and corners.

But most of them are in a dilapidated state.

There are a few black, lifeless rotten trees surrounded by tombstones.

When seeing these, no one would think that this is where a king should be.

But the fact is, Greg's courtyard is like this, like a gloomy mass grave.

The deformed and ugly king was wearing a dull golden cloak, and the corpse of a young flying dragon was impaled on an iron stake.

Greg closed his eyes. He heard the carrion crows standing on the dead wood, looking at the dragon's corpse and making salivating cries.

"Hmm, hmm." The king used his twisted fingers to stroke the weathered tombstones around him. He seemed to regard the crows' crows as an ode of surrender to him.

He wandered in the cemetery, muttering to himself in a somewhat crazy way: "Noble knights under Greg's command..."

He paused as he spoke and frowned, as if he felt that this sentence should not appear at this time.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke again, addressing countless graves: "People say that orthodoxy is the main branch, and below the main branch are the side branches. The main branch is at the foot of the golden tree, and it is legitimate."

"The king of evil omen who abandoned the child, unattainable. The immature and deformed siblings, sighing in despair."

"We are the golden people, the orthodox people. Even though the land is barren and covered with dark clouds."

"Looking up, the trees are still as lush as usual."

When he finished speaking, he paused, then murmured to himself: "I said this... and then..."

"Greek's noble knight,"

"One day we will return home, and the blessing will stand up to guide us, to guide us back to the homeland of the golden feet."

He still had his eyes closed, completely immersed in his own fantasy.

And this fantasy was not without reason. He held his head high and stood in front of the young dragon's corpse.

"As a fellow dragon, your power is unquestionable." Greg stroked the lifeless, drooping head of the young dragon as if he were caressing a treasure.

Greg enjoyed the expectation that came to his mind.

"Your power will surely push me to a higher level."

Already an old and twisted king, Grek madly pursues power, simply because weakness is the original sin.

He suddenly put down his hands because he sensed a strange aura appearing behind him.

"Oh?"

Greg turned his head, and the girl's body looked so small and delicate in front of him.

Greg recognized it as a Fader.

'What are the guards doing? ' was the first thought that came to his mind when he saw her.

He didn't understand why a Faded One would appear without warning, through layers of guards, and appear in front of him.

Mia also looked at Greg standing in the cemetery.

His body became abnormally twisted due to the secret technique of limb reattachment.

A white-haired, thin head was placed absurdly on top of the huge body.

Mia knew very well what kind of body was underneath Greg's large robe.

And she could also feel the connection with the golden tree blood emanating from Greg's body.

But compared to Monggot, the blessing on Greg is like silk flying in the air, ethereal and thin.

Mia always felt that there was something a little weird about this matter.

Greg is his junior, but he has such an old face.

She has accepted her identity in this life, or rather, her true identity.

Even in memory, she was just a girl born on Earth.

But Mia is a person who lives in the present.

She only cares about whether what she is experiencing now is what she personally feels, experiences, and thinks about.

So now she is Godwin's sister and Greg's aunt. The blood connection exists. When Mia looked at Greg, she saw a child with an ill-fated fate.

Although this child looks older.

"Greck." Mia sighed.

But there is indeed an intelligence gap between the two.

Mia's pitying voice only made Greg frown.

"Humph." Greg looked at her sternly.

He was obviously not as sensitive as Monget, who could feel the golden power in Mia at first sight.

"You are just a faded person, but you are quite arrogant."

Greg's cloak fell off, and he was wearing a tattered robe, revealing his deformed body made up of countless twisted limbs and pieces of flesh.

That's a look that's scary enough to have a place in any horror movie.

Just one look at it makes me feel very embarrassed.

Greg held a heavy axe.

"Kneel down!"

The heavy axe smashed into the ground like a hammer, and even at the gate of the courtyard, Mia could feel the wind.

"I am the Golden King!"

Unfolded as expected.

Greg assumed a fighting stance, and the huge, deformed king walked towards Mia.

Those hideous and stiff limbs made him look like a pale rotten wood.

Mia pursed her lips.

It is only natural to prune small trees that are growing crooked.

Before that, she didn't want to say too much.

The best way to make sense is to beat the other person down thoroughly first.

Holding the great axe, Greg walked towards the Faded One who dared to challenge him.

He did not feel that the person in front of him was any different from previous sacrifices.

Before attaching the dragon's limbs, use this ungrateful Faded One as a ritual blood sacrifice.

Mia released a pyroxene magic gravel.

As a test before the battle, the pyroxene magic gravel flew towards Greg.

The latter did not dodge or evade. He swung his axe and shattered the meteor in mid-air.

Mia watched Greg's movements closely.

The choice to crush pyroxene is exactly the same as Mongget's previous choice.

But in terms of the fluidity and speed of his movements, Greg was much slower than Monggot.

Greg obviously would not be willing to be attacked by Mia's magic, he spun his axe and summoned a storm.

Although Greg is a descendant of the Golden Dynasty, he is also the ruler of Stonewell.

This city is famous for its storms.

To gain power, Greg doesn't care about heresy.

A rotating vortex rushed towards Mia along the ground, and the strong wind was condensed into a straight punch.

The wind distorted the air and howled, and Mia raised a barrier in front of her.

After the two collided, she only felt a gust of wind that disturbed her hair passing through her and disappeared in an instant.

Greg released another storm towards Mia, and as he moved, a layer of wind field enveloped him.

The crows cawed and flapped their wings in fear, flying away.

Weeds and gravel were swept up.

This time, Mia's pyroxene magic gravel headed towards the wind group, and the rotating pyroxene magic gravel collided with the also rotating wind group.

The wind swept away the surface of the pyroxene gravel, and the crystal pyroxene dust scattered like fireworks.

The power of the wind group was completely weakened, but the pyroxene still flew towards Greg.

Greg had no royal grace at all. His centipede-like body twisted as he rolled on the ground to avoid the incoming pyroxene magic gravel.

Mia has already made her own judgment.

Greg was like a wild beast, sticking to the ground. His limbs reminded people of swaying anemones in the sea. He kept twisting and rolling towards Mia.

There was ferocity in his eyes, and Greg suddenly jumped up under the steps where Mia was standing.

The huge and twisted figure paused in the air, he raised the heavy axe high and smashed it down on her with tremendous force.

Bricks and stones cracked, and the sound of bang echoed in the courtyard. Greg fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust dispersed with the wind, but where was Mia in front of him?

A huge wave of magic emerged from behind Greg. Mia stood in the center of the courtyard, with a huge and bright golden tree emblem as the background behind her.

She wanted a quick resolution.

Chapter 3. Greg, I am your relative!

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The brilliant golden light was called by Mia.

Under the illusory emblem of the golden tree, in the cemetery-like courtyard, golden light particles rose up.

Greg lifted the axe from the ground and looked at the light surrounding the girl in astonishment.

no doubt.

That is indeed the power of the golden tree.

Greg is familiar with the Golden Tree's priests, and can even use some of the Golden Tree's prayers himself.

But no one, including him, could evoke such light in this era when the golden tree is gradually withering.