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Summerfield stood on the side holding the hilt of his sword, feeling a little dazed.

"Just now... what happened?" Not only our Majesty the Demon King, but everyone around couldn't help but stop what they were doing and looked at each other.

The scene that happened just now was too dramatic.

Froxstein couldn't help applauding the wonderful performance just now: "Summerfield, after all these years, you still impress me."

"If it is the ability to sell teammates, he is indeed second to none." Shay said very calmly that he had become accustomed to his old friend's behavior of selling teammates like a curse. Sting smacked his face.

"Summerfield, why are you in a daze?! Are you still looking for some space-time tunnel?!"

Shay's attack interrupted Froxstein's pace, and Julius successfully left Froxstein's attack range and turned his head to scan the entire battlefield.

The brown-haired woman stood there with her head down, looking devastated. The sword in her hand was not held tightly, as if it would fall if touched.Behind her, Hewlett slowly raised his sword.

"Evelyn!" Julius called out the name of the female hero to remind her, and quickly rushed towards the two.

"Chong————"

There was a loud metallic sound as the swords collided with each other. Evelyn held the sword behind her back, and the sword stabbed upwards from the lower right side, touching the man's sword.Evelyn stared at Hewlett closely with her brown eyes, her tone was very calm, she swept away the decadence just now, and said to Julius:

"Julius go help those two guys, I'll take care of it here." A little force from her right hand shook Hewlett away from behind.

"Bad boys are always punished, aren't they?" Evelyn casually threw the long sword aside, and pulled out a purple-gold long whip from her waist.

"Oops!" Julius hurriedly stopped when he saw the long whip, turned around and ran towards Froxstein.

"Smart children are always likable." Evelyn watched Julius leave and sighed: "Then, it's time for treatment, Hewlett, I will definitely take you out of your fantasy world Wake up!"

……

"Froxstein." Summerfield and Shay blocked the man's route one after the other.

"This is really, really..." Froxstein spread his hands: "It's a touching goodbye after 1300~"

"I don't think it's touching." Somerfield threw away the staff, and his long silver hair gradually turned black as he said, and the black magic power slowly covered the blade: "What is the purpose this time? ? Or that ridiculous idea of ​​wanting to dominate the world?"

"Is there any problem?" The young man tilted his head as if he didn't understand: "As a god, it is normal for him to control his people?"

"But you are not a god." Xie approached Froxstein with two swords in his hands: "If you can kill you once, you can kill you a second time. The dead should stay where the dead are, and you should return to you honestly." Go underground!"

"Ridiculous!" Froxstein's tone also began to be sharp: "No one can kill me! No one can kill God!" He raised his hand, and the huge magic power brought a sharp gust of wind to him and Xie. Yi separated, and the air passed by Shay's side, scratching painfully, and Shay's face and body slowly began to have scratches of varying degrees.

"Summerfield!"

The sword edge of the Demon King with powerful magic energy swept across Froxstein's hair. He was immune to magic power and was not trapped by the wind with magic elements.He immediately took over from Shay and entangled Froxstein's actions.

"Difficult!" Froxstein dodged Summerfield's attack, and he said coldly: "You can't kill me, no one can kill God! 1300 years ago, you used very despicable methods to force I fell into a deep sleep, and now, on this island, there is no condition for you to use that method again! Just watch, I will kill you, and then dominate the world!"

"That's really bad..." Shay wiped the blood on his face with his thumb: "But Froxstein, unfortunately, we all know that God has left this world, and the power of God in this world has been drained , no one can be a god, and neither can you."

"Shut up!" The young man seemed to hear something he didn't like to hear, and the wind in the air became even more crazy, and he could even faintly see it forming a sharp spike.

"Are you angry?" Somerfield's voice sounded like he was laughing: "How dangerous..."

Even so, both of them raised their vigilance and secretly prepared for the battle.

Nathaniel's staff was blown far away by the magical wind, and a pair of white and delicate hands picked him up from the ground:

"Oh……"