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"You just don't trust my power."

Alan exposed his lie without hesitation and then said lightly.

"But it doesn't matter. I am the strongest, whether you trust me or not."

"Well, you two, one of you treats me like a tree hole, and the other treats me like a dead person. I am a little angry."

Wuming tilted his head. The Prince of Wales walked slowly towards him and stood in front of him with a slightly frown on his face and disgust in his eyes.

"He's just a human being, but he dares to rule the world with such ideas. Just as I expected, humans are incapable of governing themselves."

"Huh? Miss, you are not human?"

Isaac smiled delightedly.

"Great, I like you more and more, Mr. Wuming. Humans are really boring, right?"

"Don't think of me and you as the same kind of people. I'm a noble lecher, and you're just a despicable lunatic."

Wuming said seriously.

"I am the head noble of the royal family, the Prince of Wales. Damn human, listen to me, I rarely take action against humans because they are all very fragile. I hope you can be strong when I break your neck."

The Prince of Wales drew his saber, his face icy cold. She was not deaf and heard it clearly. She was fully aware of the nature of this man, so in addition to her duty as a guard, she also had a personal dislike for Isaac.

"I agree with part of what you said. Ike is not very likable most of the time, and he is also very arrogant. These are all true, but I am here, so you don't have to dream of killing him."

Alan appeared like a ghost, and his ordinary clothes instantly turned into an unusual bikini.

Large areas of her pale skin were exposed to the air. The inside was woven with black magic cloth, and the outside of her body was covered with icy silver-white armor. The icy armor extending from her shoulders slowly unfolded, floating beside her and silently aimed at Wuming and the Prince of Wales. In her hands, each of them tightly grasped a cold light blade emitting a chill.

"Oh my, really."

Isaac acted completely unfazed by his old friend's verbal teasing, his eyes remained fixed on Wuming, full of fanatical curiosity.

"Alan, is it okay to let these two friends survive with their bodies intact?"

"I try my best."

Alan said in a calm tone.

This is not because she is not confident of defeating the two of them. On the contrary, the self-confidence she has accumulated from her continuous victories is much stronger than ordinary people think. Even if they are from outsiders, even if they are opponents she has never met, for her, she is confident that she will not be defeated at worst!

"It's you who should step aside. That woman is quite capable."

The warrior's confidence told her that there was no enemy in the world that she could not defeat, but the warrior's instinct kept warning her, warning her that the woman standing in front of Wuming was by no means comparable to those previous scum!

"When facing me, use honorifics properly, human!"

The Prince of Wales swung her saber. This seemingly ordinary iron blade was not as intimidating as Alan's lightsaber, but it was also made from the royal family's top-level weapons and was strong enough to withstand the tearing force of a ship's full firepower. She had used her unmodified saber to split open several of Siren's high-end mass-produced ships. Even a sea fortress hundreds of meters long could not stop the sharpness of this saber.

"Very good. The third person I hate the most is Ike. It's a rare honor to personally teach a guy as annoying as him a lesson."

Ike bent his body slightly, and the metal wings that were suspended behind him clanged, and instantly turned into infinite propulsion, carrying her straight towards the Prince of Wales. Almost instantly, the two of them crashed into the shop behind them. Before the huge gap in the shop could be ventilated, the next moment, the whole street surged like a tide, and the bricks on the ground were thrown high into the air. A deafening roar was heard, followed by a terrifying invisible shock wave that swept in all directions, turning the originally peaceful neighborhood into the core of a battlefield.

Wuming's figure remained motionless, looking particularly unusual in the center of the conflict that was like a natural disaster. He silently twisted his neck and walked towards Isaac step by step.

"The ladies are still fighting. It's not a good idea for us to just watch, right?"

The corner of his mouth curled up.

"Why don't I kill you before they have enough fun!"

Chapter 1281 Fight Hard

Facing Wuming's words, Isaac seemed quite calm. He spread out his hands with a somewhat helpless expression.

"I'm not in good health. Can't we wait a little longer? What if Miss Prince of Wales wins?"

"I think so, but I have never had much patience, especially when facing an enemy who poses no threat to me. I can't think of any reason to keep you alive for a while longer."

Wuming was not moving fast, he walked step by step, paying attention to Isaac's body movements and changes at all times. As one of the few genuine magicians, in this world shrouded by neighboring boundaries, no one knew how far he could go. If possible, Wuming did not want to play a multi-stage battle with the boss, not to mention the risk of rollover, the additional damage caused by this was also something he did not want to face.

"Ah, you seem very confident. Yes, there should be nothing in this world that deserves your extra attention, except the elves."

Isaac smiled slightly. This man possessed all the qualities of an annoying villain, such as although he was a scumbag, he surprisingly liked to clean himself up, which made his appearance not so annoying and completely different from the punks on the street. He also had a calm demeanor and was indeed a good guy when he was not crazy. He also had endless cards up his sleeve.

"Before I left home, I asked a good friend to make a prediction for me. What do you think the result of the prediction was?"

Wuming stopped.

The shaking of the street became more and more frequent. The two women, who were equally angry, tacitly regarded their position as a battle zone. Outside the two of them, the streets were covered with traces of slashing. Office buildings more than ten stories high were cut into pieces of building debris, covering the bungalows below, which were piled up like low tombs. Not only did the two of them cut off the natural gas pipeline, causing a chilling and pungent smell to spread all around. As expected, these flammable gases exploded one after another after coming into contact with high temperatures, turning the six or seven nearby streets into a sea of ​​fire.

"Is it a death sentence?"

Wuming asked coldly.

"almost."

Isaac smiled.

"She said that fate is on my side, but fate does not favor me infinitely. After all, some people have abilities that even fate itself cannot restrain."

Wuming nodded and slowly tightened his five fingers.

"Then why did you come? Is dancing on the edge of a cliff fun?"

Although Isaac's tone was vague, Wuming roughly understood it. He thought that old aunt Honjo Niya was in trouble, and he forced her to use the angel in some way to change her fate of death. However, Wuming never felt that fate had much authority. At least when he changed the plot, there was no main god who rewarded him, nor a white-haired man with his back to stop him. The so-called fate is a huge inertia. If there is an ant blocking the wheel, it must feel irresistible, but this wheel is just a slightly harder cardboard to Wuming, and now it is time for him to tear open the paper.

"No, no, no, I don't believe in fate, but I think that today I won't..."

Isaac's sides lit up uncontrollably. These translucent honeycomb shields, the highest masterpiece of DME, allowed him to maintain his composure in front of two bad-tempered women, but when facing an angry superman, he could not just hide in the air.

"die."

Before he could finish his words, the fifteen layers of outer shields were easily penetrated by an ordinary hand. Wuming unwrapped the thin meat wrapped in plastic wrap as easily as in the kitchen. He did not feel any sense of hindrance from these shields that were enough to protect Isaac and allow him to move freely in front of wild elves.

Isaac's expression remained unchanged, not because he was really calm to that extent, but when Wuming focused, his brain would think faster, and the speed of his thinking exceeded the reaction limit of mortals, so that when Wuming punched, the whole world was like a still photo, the flying dust was frozen in the air, the humid water vapor appeared colorful in the sunlight, and even the light itself turned into discontinuous dotted lines under his gaze, distorted into irregular shapes by the atmosphere.

"It's over, Isaac."

Wuming whispered in this world that belonged to him alone.

"Letting you die without feeling anything is a mercy to you. You should feel lucky for it. I am not interested in torturing my enemies, nor do I want to dirty my hands. So, goodbye, Isaac. I will probably forget about people like you as soon as I turn around."

He shook his head and with a little force, smashed Isaac into pieces. He had no interest in dismembering the body, so the kind-hearted Wuming decided to smash Isaac into components, thus saving the cost of cremation.

"save......."

Wuming was startled, and suddenly he heard a voice that was infinitely slowing down. He looked closely and saw that deep in Isaac's heart, an illusory figure was opening his lips little by little. However, in this world that was infinitely accelerated to almost still, her voice was still too slow.

"Life.....He...want...to, eh?"

Wuming slowed down his sense of time little by little, and immediately heard the voice's normal speaking speed.

"If you die, then I will also... ugh!"

The illusory figure looked around and stared at Wuming, his expression becoming more and more desperate.

Oops, I spoke a little too slowly, Isaac is dead!

Before she could utter any last words, Wuming had already taken action.

"I hate villains who drag others down with them even after they die."

Time stopped again. Wuming shook his head and sighed a little distressed.

"Hell, I haven't even tried to piece a person back together from molecules!"

There are only two options before him now. One is to jump onto Nilelu Island right now. This is not a difficult problem for him. If he wants, he can even make a cup of coffee and take a sip, then think carefully about the logical relationship and find a way to terminate the link of life and death. In fact, he did so.

In the still world, he searched the island thoroughly, but could not find the old lady on the ground or underground. This meant that the plot had changed. This unlucky guy who had suffered so many misfortunes was gone. He even saw Tokisaki Kurumi hiding in the shadows. This girl, whose maturity was inconsistent with her appearance, was eating bread with a stern face, thinking about the opportunity to sneak in, and she did not realize that she had been transferred away.

Therefore, there is only the second option.

Wuming flexed his fingers, went to Laichan Hospital on the spot, looked up the medical textbook for a long time, and finally nodded confidently.

"I already understand the structure of the human body, so I should be able to put you back together."

He looked at the scattered human dust and his tone suddenly became a little unconfident.

"perhaps."

Chapter 1,282 The power of love?

"...But I don't think I'll die today."

Isaac said this smoothly, and suddenly he covered his chest with a painful expression. After gasping for breath for a while, he quickly raised his head and looked at Wuming.

What surprised him was that Wuming, who had been thinking of hacking him to death the previous second, had calmed down at this moment, and his face showed a look of fatigue from working overtime for several days in a row.

"What did you do to me?"

Isaac felt uncomfortable all over, but when he looked closely, he didn't see any injuries.

"I killed you, and then I brought you back to life."

Wuming said weakly.

"Well, that sounds ridiculous."

Isaac endured the discomfort and tried his best to maintain his usual composure. However, he was lucky enough that Wuming had kept him alive. Of course, he would not perform any delicate operations on him. Wuming was too lazy to fix his occasional minor ailments. Now this body could continue to function, but it was definitely not healthy.

Before he could say anything else, a figure surrounded by invisible flames flew down from the sky and smashed straight into the middle of the two of them, stirring up countless fine gravel.

"cough!"

In the choking smoke, a man stood up tremblingly from the hole created by the smash. The weak cough almost made Isaac unable to maintain his smile.

"Alan."

"If you're half as capable as you say, I'll be the one in danger."

The Prince of Wales walked slowly along the ruined street. Her red dress had some marks of burning, but her saber was still sharp, flashing a chilling light in the sun. Even brighter than the blade were her pair of translucent scarlet eyes. After fighting with the strongest magician in the world, the laziness in her eyes was swept away, leaving her whole person with a sharp and sharp feeling.

"Humph."

A strong wind blew past here, blowing away the smoke and dust, revealing Alan who was half kneeling.

Her condition was not good. Her silver armor was shattered, and her shoulders, thighs, and even arms had deep scars that could be seen to the bone. Blood was mixed with the armor scales and flesh, and small pieces of metal fell off from time to time.

Behind this most powerful magician, in the hole that she had created herself, the accumulated blood even filled up a small gap.

"I'm sorry, Ike, I'm no match for her."

Compared to the elves who were mostly passive in combat, the Prince of Wales gave her a completely different feeling. His fighting style was concise and effective. At the same time, the amplified armor [Ship Suit] that was stronger than the armor she was wearing also made her easily fall into a disadvantage in terms of hard power. This obvious failure was frustrating, but for a warrior, being suppressed and defeated in a head-on battle was not so difficult to accept.

"Oops, I miscalculated."

Isaac frowned, and he completely understood the current situation.

"But that's not what the prophecy says."

As he said this, he looked at Wuming.

"What are you going to do with us?"

Better kill him.

Wuming thought so in his heart.

But killing him means that another unlucky guy will die as well.

The nameless silence made this once bustling street silent, and the few people who were still able to breathe all closed their mouths at the same time, waiting for the moment of the end.

For a moment, the only sound here was Alan's suppressed heavy breathing.

"drop!!!"

At this time, there was a faint sound of whistling wind in the sky, and along with it, the sound of the urgent beeping of an ambulance.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A team of young AST members quickly descended from the sky. They observed the surroundings vigilantly and immediately discovered the wounded here.

"You have someone from the Dem Society? Have you encountered an elf?"

The commander in the lead was a black-haired woman. When she saw the armor on Allen, her expression became obviously displeased, but when she saw Allen's appearance, she still asked awkwardly.

"need any help?"

Alan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and continued to look at Wuming. For this small fry, the proud and powerful magician did not respond to her plan at all.

"Tsk."