A sword

Chapter 399 Death of the Circle

The empire is in 1917, spring. Ten days after the genius battle of the three holy places and the power of heaven, late at night. The miracle of light came to the world again. Countless citizens said that on that night, they were awakened by the dazzling light and the roaring thunder. After getting up, they saw an extremely strong sacred pillar of light, which rushed straight to the sky, and then dropped light thunder from the sky... The scene was like that. Spectacular and dazzling...

The light is obviously holy, and the thunder punishment is lowered. The Rolls mansion located in the prosperous position of the imperial capital is extinguished here and no longer exists. The case of the Wojind Chamber of Commerce, which has attracted much attention in the imperial government and business circles, has been solved without attack, because the originators have been completely purified under thunder and punishment. So the dark night was shocked, did not dare to show his head, completely lurked or retreated, and many people who did something wronged were guilty, worried and afraid, and then vowed to start to be a good person from now on...

But these are all the later words, and time goes back to that night...

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The circle carefully set many traps and surrounded and killed Lance, but he did not expect that he still miscalculated the opponent's card, so he calculated himself. Seeing the supreme golden fighting spirit and the sacred light thunder, he felt that all this was like a joke. No one would have thought that this young genius was no longer a member of the genius, because at this moment of holding the light thunder sword, he was no longer the person who was very close to success, but had succeeded. The pressure of the paladin is accompanied by the divine power of light, who can defeat it? The circle has done its best, and he believes that even if the leaders of each branch come, it will not be safer than his own arrangement.

Then he knew that he was finished and became a leader in the eastern continent from the killing of the dark parliament. He was undoubtedly powerful. Except for the battle with the great knight of the temple many years ago, he won all the battles. The strong man who came out of the dark parliament knows better than others how helpful the battle of life and death is for the improvement of the realm. Therefore, although he lost and was sealed by the power of light, he did not regret it. Instead, he kept thinking that when he recovered to the peak, he would challenge a stronger existence, semi-saint, and even saint. jing.

Now he knows that he is wrong, because the unparalleled golden fighting spirit exuded by this teenager is the supreme spirit, the power of the saint, which is the real superior, the higher creature, and the supreme existence. If you can't be sanctified for a day, you will eventually become an ant...

When he figured this out, he was not relieved, but became more and more afraid. No one can overcome this psychology. The fear of death is the simplest and most primitive fear of human beings, the end of time, the nothingness of value, and I will not be there...

The circle has been aware for a long time, but I didn't expect to face this problem that all human beings can't avoid in history today...

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Lance slowly fell from the air. This time, he was no longer a temporary flight with the help of powerful fighting skills, but a real floating air, which was much more powerful than the magician's 'floating skill'. Thunder punishment fell from the sky, and the sinners were killed. Under the double power of Lance' golden fighting spirit and the light god thunder, no one could resist it. Vice President Raws, an ambitious conspirators and his high-level swordsmen, were purified at the first time without any residue...

"Cough! Cough... I didn't expect that I would die in your hands, cough... Cough..." After an energy storm, except for the great swordsman in the upper realm, the rest of the people present, whether magicians or swordsmen, have closed their mouths forever, including the two powerful practitioners from the dark parliament. There is no exception. Only this powerful president of the former local chamber of commerce still retains the last breath.

"It's true, I'm unwilling, cough." Blood kept surging up from the chest and abdomen, almost blocking the trachea. He coughed up the blood laboriously and said tremblingly, "I still have unfinished wishes!" Ah ah!!!" The circle looked up unwillingly and roared, and his fat face, which had lost too much blood, was full of ferociousness, and then slowly returned to calm...

The pale golden noble flame slowly converge, revealing the strong body of the young man under him. Although the light and supreme fighting spirit have dissipated, at this moment, the young man's face can't see any trace of tenderness. Some are just calm, solemn and thick. The sword of light in his hand suddenly trembled, and a trace of light power decomposed from it. Lance lowered his head and then stretched out his left hand. After a moment, two bright thunder swords, one left and one right, reappeared in his hand.

His eyes widened, looked at Lance, who came over and squatted beside him, and looked at the light left and right thunder swords in his hand, and suddenly smiled nervously. Hahaha... A hundred years, I didn't expect that someone could really combine the two thunder swords into one, the strength of the holy level. Is this the supreme blessing brought by this bright artifact under the complete state? Hahaha, I won't lose it if I die in your hands..."

"It seems that we really underestimate you. The pope of this generation is a genius who has been dormant for a hundred years. No one knows how much strength he has hidden. Now... Now that you have used such a number one person, maybe you can really overturn the whole dark parliament, haha..."

After saying this, he laughed a few times, then trembled his arms, took out a piece of writing paper from his arms and handed it to Lance, which was Woking's signature. You also have an inseparable relationship with the Pope of the Temple. Even without this, the crisis of the Wokind Chamber of Commerce will not defeat you. No wonder you dare to come alone... Here... It turns out that there are so many cards... Cough... However, take it..."

Lance squatted down and reached out to take the document, but suddenly noticed the ring on his right hand. In his previous life, although he knew little about the president of the strange local chamber of commerce, he never thought that such a person would wear a ring. Many strong people have their own habits or hobbies, and some people will like to bring some accessories on themselves, because they believe that it can bring luck. However, the ring on the circle finger is not a superstitious jewelry of the strong. Lance could see at a glance that it was a ring symbolizing love, so he was curious and surprised.

Surprised because he recognized the source of the ring. He once investigated a file related to the famous Schieger University in the empire, for which he specialized in researching and investigating this scholar and his family. At this moment, when he saw the small character 'Lifetime Love' engraved on the ring, he recognized the identity of the writer at the first time.

"What's your relationship with Ruth-Wan-Seag?" Lance asked with a frown.

The eyes of the circle enlarged in an instant, and I didn't expect that this young man could say the secret that had been hidden in his heart. His first thought was fear, because he was afraid that this person would hurt his lover; the second thought was to fight desperately, but he only had one last breath, how to fight. If you can get the recognition of the Bright Thunder Sword, then this young man's mind is naturally bright. Although the circle hates the bright forces, it has to admit that the bright man is decent.

"Ha ha... all my life... love is wrong, it's hard to repay the debt... That's all..." The circle gasped, and blood kept flowing along the corners of his mouth. He was unable to raise his head, but his last will supported the ring in his hand and gave it to Lance: "Since you... have seen through... I don't ask you to help me... take care of her ...Just don't bother...she...don't...hurt her..."

It was not until Lance nodded silently and reached out to take it, that the circle finally put down his trembling hand. At the moment of death, this former figure in the Western Continent remembered not the end of the dynasty hegemony, but the woman who made his soul dream. His eyes were remembrance, memories, reluctance, or a trace of regret. Until it finally turned into a word of unrequited love.

"Goodbye, Ruth Wan...goodbye...my...love..."