——"Curse Fire Bomb!"

With the activation of the curse fire, his skin began to emit light, and his deep eyes became as bright as a light. Three fists-sized curse fire bullets were like lead bullets that were released from the borehole, and shot towards Xinbu from his palm.

"It's curse fire!"

Seeing Brian's attack, Storm was so scared that his face was pale.

She quickly sent a voice through her heart to remind Xinbu, who had been flooded with spells, "Be careful, Brian has the curse fire, don't resist it with silver fire!"

At this moment, she finally understood why Brian dared to confidently claim that he could withstand Xinbu's attack. It turned out that his biggest reliance was the legendary curse fire.

Although she helped Brian sort out the chaotic magic in his body through the energy of silver fire and allowed him to successfully advance to the legendary realm, she really did not expect that the other party could get the curse fire by such a coincidence.

This unexpected news surprised her and was both surprised and delighted.

What I was happy was that I had an invisible addition of an ally with great strength and potential, and I was shocked to worry about Xinbu's safety.

After all, the curse fire is said to burn all the flames in the world, and this flame naturally includes silver fire that belongs to the electorate.

Unfortunately, it was too late to remind the storm.

When Xinbu sacrificed silver fire and supported himself with a silver-white defensive barrier, the three spell fire bombs were like flames that ignited explosive fuses. In the hissing sound, it exploded, and the violent energy burst out instantly flattened the entire courtyard.

Azara and Methama, who were watching the battle, were not spared. A few of the people who were close to each other were even lifted out directly, falling to their noses and swollen faces and wailing.

At this moment, Brian also felt that the blood in his body seemed to be burning by flames, and the burning pain erupted made his face slightly distorted.

Obviously, he was not feeling well that he had just resisted the attacks of Xinbu's spell sequence. If the curse fire had not absorbed damage that was at least comparable to two Nine-ring spells, he would have been bombarded on the spot.

He quickly activated the healing ability that the curse fire was built with and released his spiritual power "Real Self-Plastic Technique" to relieve this pain.

At this moment, Santila slipped to him at some point, stretched out her little hand, and sent a green aura representing healing energy into his body, allowing him to quickly recover his energy.

At the same time, on the other side, as the smoke dissipated, Queen Agolaron's embarrassing figure appeared in front of everyone.

She staggered and took a few steps back. If it weren't for the storm's timely support, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

Seeing this crazy witch's embarrassing look, Brian felt secretly happy.

The reason why he was able to cause damage to the other party was not because his spell was strong, but the fundamental reason was that the curse fire restrained the silver fire.

If the opponent did not use the best silver fire resistance in the attack just now, he just needed to use a simple protective barrier to resist the three curse fire bombs, and this would not be caused.

"It turned out to be cursed fire."

After Xinbu's pale face returned to a little, the Agolaron's wizard queen actually showed a look of lingering fear in her eyes when she looked at Brian.

Of course Brian understood how she felt at the moment.

His curse fire is only level 5 now. If he was in the attack just now, he could release a curse fire bomb with a power that was comparable to the nine-ring spell "Meteor Explosion", and then ignite her silver fire energy and kill it on the spot.

After this brief confrontation, the next thing went much smoother.

By the time the sun sets, Brian has already explained his plans and arrangements for the Yinhun City in detail through the map.

"Mr. Brian." After hearing his detailed plan, the harpist leader couldn't help but sigh: "I admit that your plan for the floating city of Sachros is perfect."

"But, I want to ask." She hesitated for a moment and said again, "What do you think is beautiful?"

"Beautiful?" Hearing this, Brian put the map in his hand on the table and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

He looked at the leader of the Harpist Alliance sitting opposite him, but did not answer immediately.

Because he knows the purpose of the harpist organization, he knows that the storm has some more details.

Sure enough, soon, Storm leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his hands on the table, and stared at him with a smile.

"I think this world is a beautiful world, and every life has its own unique shining highlights. It is these highlights that make this dazzling world come together. However, under the light, there must be shadows. Ugly is to support the existence of beautiful things. I do not deny the value of ugly things, but... those ugly, vulgar and dirty will gradually pollute this beautiful world and make them lose their original brilliance. And all this comes from fear... Mr. Brian, I can understand your pursuit of victory. And I am also very grateful for your efforts to help us resist the attack of the ghost city. But... would it be too sad if you have to give up something in order to get something?"

The harpist leader didn't make it straightforwardly, but Brian already understood what she meant.

After all, if his plan is really successful and the floating city of Sachros falls, the population of more than 100,000 people in Selgonte, located below the floating city, will also suffer.

But he also deeply understood one truth: there are no unjust souls under the atomic bomb!

Brian was silent for a moment before he looked up.

He looked at the leader of the harpist in front of him without any retreat, without any intention of avoiding, and then he spoke and continued:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Storm, I can understand your thoughts, but for me... only victory is my pursuit. I can understand the efforts and sacrifices made by those losers, their dedication and spirit for this, but I cannot accept such failure. For me, victory is the only one. Any failure will only bring pain, not joy. I can accept comforting the losers as a winner, but I will not accept being comforted as a loser. I can understand your aesthetics, but from my standpoint, I cannot agree with your thoughts."

"That is, are you willing to sacrifice everything for victory?" A complex and curious glory flashed in the eyes of the harpist leader.

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Faced with the inquiry from the leader of the harpist, Brian shook his head slowly and said:

"I am not that great, and I never thought of sacrificing everything to win. Because victory is not a single individual, why do I have to sacrifice everything for victory? What I expect is not that kind of thing, what I expect is victory to enjoy with those around me. Instead of when victory comes, I am already empty. Such victory may be full of tragic beauty, but it is meaningless to me. In order to avoid facing a situation where everything needs to be sacrificed, I will "do my best" to achieve my expectations...

Please be honest, if you give up everything, the final victory is meaningless in my opinion. If they cannot protect what they should protect and choose to give up cowardly, it can only mean that they are complete losers. Only those who lack ability will face such a choice. Even if they stand to the end, I will not take them for granted for granted. I admit that sacrifice is inevitable on the road to victory, but if they want to give up everything for this, they are just slaves of desire."

If he had not allowed the floating city Sacros to fall into the Kingdom of Sambiya, then his next goal would be his Mokou Town to be ridden by the floating city.

"Even if we let them go, some things will not change." Brian calmly took a sip of tea and continued:

"But do you know what will not change? Ms. Storm, I tell you that hatred will not change, and the desire for power will not change. Once people have the idea of ​​selfishness, they will never give up until they achieve their goals. If the road ahead is contrary to what they want, desire will blind their eyes. In this way, any statement about reason and peace will become worthless in the face of desire. This is the nature of things, abandoning the appearance of the past and growing into a new posture. Just as the seeds will eventually turn into big trees, and the buds will bear fruit..."

After listening to Brian's words, the harpist leader looked at him quietly, until a moment later, then smiled slightly, revealing his signature soft smile:

"It's fun, Mr. Brian, very interesting...I admit that your ideas really refresh me, so we will be fully committed to the action against the floating city of Sachros."

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Queen Agolaron, who had never spoken from beginning to end, suddenly stood up, and her bright starry eyes looked directly at Brian sitting diagonally opposite her.

"I have a doubt, I hope you can solve my doubts."

"Please speak." Brian nodded slightly.

"Who are you?" Xinbu's momentum suddenly surged and quickly converged. "Why do you know so much about the internal situation of the floating city of Sachros?"

"Who am I?" Brian pondered for a moment and chuckled, "From today, you can call me the great arcane of the Neserel Empire."
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