After losing control of the world, Afeifa finally could no longer maintain his form.

The girl's figure was twisted and gradually turned into a twisted black shadow. Three twisted heads stretched out from the black shadow, and countless shaking tentacles gradually resembled her incarnation image.

Her voice also became hoarse and low, but she let out a sharp laugh, "Now we all control half of the world, but even if we lose the protection of the laws of this world, so what?"

"With you just a mortal, you want to kill me and kill a god? It's really a delusion. Why don't you think carefully about how long can the souls of the two mortals last?"

"That may not be."

Fang Zhu walked forward, bent down, gently picked up His Royal Highness's sword, held it in his hand, and faced him straight.

The sky-blue light was climbing up the sword edge of the cold light little by little.

His voice seemed as firm as steel: "Do you think that only you have extraordinary power?"

Descartes' incarnation was stunned at that moment.

"Descartes," Babartan also spoke.

The princess' voice was soft, "Maybe one day the Istani people will still face you again-"

"But today," Fang Yu raised the sword in his hand, and the voices of the three people seemed to overlap in this world, as if echoing, "This is destined to be your burial place."

Behind Fang Zhu.

Babaltan only gently pressed the shoulder of the boy in front of him - as if it was the same as the scene in front of Casan Palace that day. Then the old king gently held his wife's hand and turned around.

“Go…”

"Ed."

"Go and beat it."

The voices of the two said in such a soft voice.

And the figures of the two people are gradually disappearing into the snow-like light.

At that moment, a tall figure was gradually revealed. The white knight, holding a sharp sword, stood behind the square pulp. Looking at this scene, Descartes' voice gradually brought a hint of incredible tremor:

"Then, what is that..."

"The glory of the sky," Fang Zhuan replied: "Descartes."

The blue light spread little by little from the snow-white dragon knight. It seemed that at that moment, a lady finally remembered the origins of these two dragon knights.

In that peaceful dream, the fairy lady recalled the past.

“Tata.”

"This is the first dragon knight born in the world--"

"And it comes from the ancient, glorious light."

"Its name..."

And all of this was now turning into a tender voice, as if waking up from a dream, with a hint of naughty meaning coming from the body of the dragon knight:

“Papa—?”

Descartes' figure was almost unsustainable. At that moment, she made a sound that was simply incredible:

"Gold-flame-fire!"

"Lifgard!!"
Chapter completed!