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As his soul returned to his body, Apas opened his eyes, looked at the majestic lion-like face close at hand, and said with a chuckle: "My dear Your Highness, actually I like men who are like beasts~"

Leon released his grip on Apas's waist, and said with no expression on his indifferent face: "Tell me what you found."

Hearing Apas's voice, Ildur, who was pacing back and forth on the coast, immediately stopped. His face, which was still as beautiful as ever after thousands of years, was filled with concern for the safety of his compatriots.

"My dictation alone may not be able to explain clearly what happened under the sea." Apas looked at the sea. From under the undulating sea, a spherical transparent floating bag was pushed up by the current. "There is this person who has experienced it firsthand." The existence of the reader can further prove that what I saw is true."

"Atrat!"

Even though they were several kilometers away, the powerful eyesight of the elven race allowed Ildur to instantly identify the identity of the elves in the floating bag: "Asuryan! What a terrible torture it was. He suffered Such a serious injury!"

Telling what he saw and heard in the trench one by one, Apas waved his hand to mobilize the waves to wash the pontoon onto the beach.

The crack across the starry sky at the bottom of the sea made Ildur have a lot of questions to ask Atrat. At this moment, he immediately pulled out the mithril dagger made of elven craftsmanship from his waist and cut across the surface of the floating bag as thin as cicada wings.

With a sharp neigh, the mithril dagger that could easily cut steel actually drew a dazzling spark on the transparent air bag. This seemingly thin transparent air bag did not leave even a scratch on it, and it was solid. beyond imagination!

Ildor looked at the dagger in his hand in shock. This was the first time in his long life that he had encountered an object that could remain intact under the edge of the mithril dagger.

The elf Atrat in the floating bag was startled by the sound. When he looked up and saw the elf king Ildur, he immediately sat up and beat the wall of the bag with his bloody hands.

It's just that the strong emotion shown in those eyes is not so much the excitement after seeing a member of the same race as Ildur, but it is better to say that it is the desire of the beast when it sees its prey.

This was definitely not a normal reaction, but Ildur was so focused on liberating his compatriots from the prison in front of him that he didn't notice it at all.

But another beast present had noticed this immediately.

"Back off."

Leon reached out and grabbed Ildur's shoulder, pushed the Elf King directly behind him, and then pulled out the Lion King's exclusive sword-the Lion Sword from his waist.

This is a large sword in the shape of two hands. It has been fine-tuned very precisely according to the height and usage habits of the original body. Its cross-shaped sword grid is embossed with the head of a roaring lion, and rubies as bright as charcoal are inlaid in the eyes of the lion. .

The moment it was held by the emperor's eldest son, the dark blade of the lion sword burst out with pale light from the inside out.With a bright moon-like arc, the helpless membrane of the mithril dagger was instantly cut open, and scorching flames spurted out from the crack, burning the entire floating bag into ashes in an instant.

"Atrat!"

Seeing his people wailing in the heat, Ildor immediately wanted to rush forward to rescue Atrat from the fire, but a giant steel hand blocked him in front of him, like a wall of sighs. Life and death blocked his steps.

"Don't be fooled by the appearance of similar people, Elf King."

Leon's standing body was as unshakable as a towering reef. He pointed the tip of his sword at Atrat, who was roaring and struggling in the flames, and said to Ildur, who was already furious: "Look carefully, a person who has suffered It is impossible for a person who has been severely punished to still have such mobility.

"And his movements are so smooth, which only shows that these seemingly serious injuries are just a new disguise to lower his vigilance.

"In addition, according to what Apas said before, the creature that released Atrat specifically asked him to come to you.

"So this is clearly a bureau trying to exploit your compassion to use your own kind against you."

Before he finished speaking, Atrat, who was struggling in the flames, suddenly burst into flames, spit out incomprehensible syllables and language, roared and flew towards Ildur behind Leon.

Just when Leon was about to swing his sword, an ice pick shot through the air and pierced Atrat's chest. The strong kinetic energy carried his body back and landed heavily on the beach.

Withdrawing his still cold palm, Apas said loudly to Leon: "The language this elf speaks is that of the Star Sea Federation. There is a 'water' in his body that does not belong to the earth. There is something parasitic in it." Inside his body!”

As if in response to Apas' words, Atrat's body suddenly swelled, and countless ciliated tubes drilled out of the pores of his skin, intertwining and condensing on the body surface to form armor-like bone plates, smooth and eyeless. There is only a large, zigzag-shaped mouth on the head that constantly opens and closes, spitting out hot, thick white steam.

In just the blink of an eye, Atrat transformed from a demi-human into a four-legged beast nearly five meters long and covered in rugged bones and armor!

But in this form, its huge jagged mouth spit out mechanically synthesized blunt Elvish language: "With such a powerful guard protection, you must be the emperor of the empire, right? I am from the Palazzi clan. Palameo, stupid and backward emperor of the empire, surrender under the glory of the Star Sea Federation!"

"Atrat...the descendant of the Golden Forest..." Ildur looked at the monster in front of him painfully, "Do you still remember me? I hugged you when you were a child..."

"There is no Attrath anymore." The harsh Elvish language was so harsh. "His consciousness has been assimilated and absorbed by me, and it has become the nourishment for me to understand your world. What stands in front of you now is only the assault of the Star Sea Federation. Hand, Palameo! For the stability of the Star Sea Federation, please die, Emperor!"

A powerful spiritual shock wave erupted from the eyeless bone armor head and surged towards the three Leon people.

This is the talent of the Palazzi family. Not only can they parasitize their fragile bodies into other organisms, they can then develop strong and powerful bone armor bodies.

They can also use their powerful mental power to directly destroy the spiritual world of living creatures, thereby turning their enemies into a godless and unintelligent vegetative state.

In just a moment, Palameo entered the spiritual world of the three people in front of him. Just when it wanted to let go and fight, a giant steel hand suddenly strangled it in the spiritual world. throat.

Palameo was horrified. His special photosensitive organ looked at the pair of forest-like dark green eyes in front of him, and he exclaimed: "How can you still move?! Your mind should have been paralyzed by my mental shock wave." yes!"

There was no answer. Palameo could hear his bone armor cracking inch by inch under those giant hands. No matter how its claws covered with phase cutting blades scratched and chopped on the blond giant's armor, it could not hurt him at all!

Death is approaching quickly, and the crackling sound of bones is the sound He makes when polishing the sickle.

It was only at this moment that the owner of those dark green eyes spoke: "The location of your home world is in the direction of the Big Dipper."

"What?! Impossible?!"

A biting chill climbed up his spine, and Palameo felt the fear very clearly. He screamed: "How can you invade my spiritual world?! You have no such ability!"

"...You don't even know about the existence of psychic energy and subspace? It's really——"

Reality and the spiritual world were synchronized, and with the sweet sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, Palameo's head was torn off by the Lion King!

"——The backward and ignorant federation!"