Just after entering school, you became an emperor pilot?

Tilvice, who was fighting against the Nadak Legion, paused for a moment.

She looked solemnly into the depths of the continent. Just now, she sensed an aura that made her uneasy.

That is the feedback of the power of the void.

As a commander-level powerhouse who descended from the ancestor, she has long been able to resonate with the void power of this world, and when necessary, she can even mobilize the void power of the entire world for her own use.

therefore.

She sensed the wailing of the void power deep within the continent.

"With such serious injuries, is there any possibility of recovery?"

Tilvice muttered to herself.

Before coming, the ancestor told her that the "Haotian" monarch was seriously injured and it was lucky to be alive.

She only needed to bring the mecha back to complete her mission.

In order to facilitate her movements, the ancestor even gave her some power, allowing her to move freely within a certain period of time without being restricted by her spirit.

But now, something unexpected seems to have happened.

Tilvice looked at Nadak on the ground. She was not going to slowly wear down the opponent's strength any longer. She planned to crush him to death directly and find the taken away "Haotian" monarch and his mecha as soon as possible.

On the land torn apart by the aftermath of the battle.

The Ghost Lord, who was struggling to hold on, took advantage of Tilvith's distraction, retreated a thousand meters, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked down at the Manglong Monarch who was lying on the ground and asked, "How are you?"

"Should be, shouldn't die."

Lord Manglong was breathing heavily, one of his axes was broken. His free left hand was holding Lord Lancer's spear, which he stuck on the ground, trying to stand up.

But his trembling body could not provide enough strength, and he fell down halfway.

The knight's armor on his body was shattered into pieces and turned into powder after this fall.

The majestic and withered body of the Wild Dragon Lord was revealed, covered with scars.

The spiritual fire in his eyes was weaker than ever before, like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished in the next second.

The remaining Nadak Legion was also in a miserable state. Originally there were nearly 50,000 soldiers in the legion, but now there were only a few hundred people left, scattered here and there. The spears that condensed the legion's will were so illusory that they almost disappeared.

The Ghost Lord sighed sadly, his tense expression relaxed, and he had accepted his fate of failure.

"In the end, I still can't go back and take a look."

Whispers spread in the wind.

The Wild Dragon Lord lay on the ground, with the knight's spear stuck beside him, like a tombstone.

"That's it... It's not bad at all."

The Wild Dragon Lord gasped for breath, the light in his eyes dimmed, and his voice grew lower and lower: "At least, he died on the battlefield..."

Darkness poured down.

Tilvice attacked with all her might.

After realizing something was wrong, she didn't dare to remain secretive any longer and wanted to kill Nadak immediately.

The thick tentacles seemed to pick up the entire sky in their hands and smash it to the ground.

The Ghost Lord closed his eyes and calmly accepted his impending fate.

But that's it.

There was a fierce sound of breaking wind in his ears.

Did they succeed?

The Ghost Lord looked in the direction of the sound in surprise.

He saw a tiny speck of light appear at the end of his sight. While he was still wondering what it was, the light had already arrived in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a series of overlapping sonic booms came.

It was as if hundreds of donuts stacked on top of each other appeared in the sky.

Tilvice's attack was penetrated by the light spot in the blink of an eye. The white air wave mixed with the purple fog hit the land and spread out for thousands of meters.

Tilvice's eyes were fixed on the light the moment it appeared.

Although the appearance had changed a little, the overall image still allowed her to recognize at a glance that this was the "Haotian" monarch who was supposed to be dying!

"You actually survived!"

Tilvice was shocked and angry.

This means that she missed the best opportunity, and this will cost her an extremely serious price!

Haotian stood in mid-air, his armor covered in blades spewing out a faint golden mist.

Ignoring Tilvith, Haotian's golden eyes turned and fell on the Ghost Lord and the Wild Dragon Lord.

"Vital signs: None."

"The mental reaction is weak and death is imminent."

The ghost and the wild dragon are in a similar situation, both are on the verge of extinction.

"Thank you for your hard work, leave the rest to me."

Lu Yun retracted his gaze and raised his hand.

An invisible force lifted up the ghost and the dragon, and sent them into the Black Prison that followed closely behind.

"Xiao Ai, send them into the hexagonal space-time cone and stabilize their injuries. Use all available tools to repair mental trauma on both of them."

"Got it, leave it to me."

The main control screen inside the Black Prison lit up, showing Xiao Ai's image.

Several robots came forward and carried the Ghost Lord and the Dragon Lord into the hexagonal space-time cone.

This thing has always been fixed on the Black Prison and is used by Lu Yun for his daily practice.

Because the flow rate in the internal space is slow, more time can be bought for the two monarchs, Ghost and Wild Dragon. As long as enough resources are collected, it will be enough to cure the two.

As for the remaining one hundred or so soldiers of the Nadak Corps.

Lu Yun was powerless.

Unlike the monarch's strong and resilient spirit, the spiritual cores of these Nadak soldiers are too weak and cannot be strengthened through external means. Only destruction awaits them.

When the fire in their eyes died, the lives of these more than a hundred soldiers in the corps also came to an end.

Many eyes turned to Lu Yun. Their language ability had degenerated as their bodies withered, and they could only utter simple bytes.

However, the will revealed in that mental power was clearly conveyed to Lu Yun.

They long to see their homeland and return to their roots.

"Don't worry, I will go back for you."

Lu Yun nodded slightly and made his promise seriously.

slam-la-

One broken body after another fell to the ground, and the remaining spiritual flame in the eye sockets floated out and fell into Lu Yun's body.

This was their last act of help.

"Tilvey, you deserve to die." Lu Yun took a deep breath and said calmly.

There wasn't much anger or murderous intent, only a sense of calmness and confidence, as if he was simply stating a fact that was about to come true.

This kind of contempt and offense was something Tilvice had never felt before.

She stared at Haotian with great anger:

"It's you that damn it!"

The sound turned into tangible sound waves, rolling in.

The space is distorting and the purple mist is boiling.

Countless void creatures fled away in terror.

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The void energy condensed into billions of sharp blades, covering every inch of the battlefield!

However, facing this overwhelming attack, Haotian twisted the hilt of the knife with his right hand.

Amidst the low roar of a dragon, the blade was unsheathed, and the dark red blade with a hint of golden light faced the attack from the sky, slashing out straightly and simply.

This knife is ordinary.

However, in Tilveys's eyes, the shining knife light occupied her entire field of vision, making her lose her mind.

This strike has exhausted all of Lu Yun’s understanding and has reached the ultimate form, the strongest strike!

Endless brilliance converged into the sword light.

It is like a black hole, swallowing everything in this space!

The sharp blades whistling in the sky suddenly stopped.

Also stagnant was the spiritual will of the giant creature deep in the sky.