"Please tell me" Nelia raised her eyebrows. At this point, what else does this knight want to ask for him? Nelia can no longer think of it.

"I want to ask you to give me a chance to fight with the king."

As soon as these words came out, the three of them turned their heads and looked at the warrior's spirit.

"Brother, why are you?" Scarlett asked in confusion.

"I made an oath before I swore allegiance to the king. If he deviated from the king's duty, I would cut off his head with my own hands to destroy our friendship between the king and the minister." The warrior's spirit replied plainly.

"Then Scarlett and I will help you, we are..." Lewis said.

"This is my oath alone, it has nothing to do with you. You two have been separated for too long and have suffered more torture than me, the gatekeeper... more... Now you can all leave, so don't take risks with me." After the warrior spirit said, he walked towards the gate.

Nelia left Lewis and Scarlett, and Lewis, who wanted to say something, was grabbed by Scarlett.

He shook his head gently. As a sister, Scarlett couldn't understand his brother very much. As long as he decided to do something, no one could stop him.

Nelia walked forward, the dog food here was full, and it was time to go and see the next plot.

Scarlett and Lewis behind him looked at the two people walking towards the gate, bent down and bowed, and the two souls held hands and turned into light and disappeared.

As the door of the final ruling hall was opened, the sound of ethereal armor sounded, and a middle-aged man wearing a crown slowly walked down from the throne, looking directly at the warrior spirit on the opposite side.

"Bukot, I've been waiting for thousands of years. Have you finally come out to face me?" The King of the Unjust Soul said sarcastically. He said the name of the warrior's spirit, and Nelia had already known the true identity of the warrior's spirit.

"I have abandoned that name for a long time. I have... been destroyed with my beloved country." Bucott said as he raised the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was straight towards the King of the Injured Souls.

"Destroy? Hahahahahahahahahaha..." The King of the Injured Soul smiled coldly, "No, Bucot, my kingdom has not perished! It has become a permanent existence, an immortal, immortal country of eternal life!"

The King of Injured Soul said frantically. What the king said made Bucot tighten the hilt of the sword in his hand. He knew that the king he had served loyally before was dead... a long time ago, in various senses.

"It's useless to say more, fight to the death! Littod!" Bucott shouted, raising the sword in his hand and rushed forward.

The collision of the long sword and the warhammer declares the moment when the oath, which has been late for thousands of years, is fulfilled.

"Bukot! Are you going to betray me?!" Littod roared.

The sword hammer separated, followed by a series of confrontations. Bucot, who was holding the spiritual sword, fell into a disadvantage. The root of the spiritual sword transformed into an ordinary iron sword cannot be compared with the war hammer in Littod's hand.

Breaks began to appear on the spiritual sword. Realizing this, Nelia immediately made an alloy sword, and then threw it gently at Bucott, "Next!"

Without turning around, he stretched out his left hand behind him, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and swung his sword to bounce the smashed hammer away, "Let me one more!"

Nelia, who had already expected, threw out the newly made alloy sword and thought to herself, "Old fox, if I had no encyclopedia, I really didn't know that you would be playing a two-handed sword."

Starting with the sword hilt, a faint white light burst out from Bucot's eyes, and he whispered softly: "God of War... Please give me the last time you have the support!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint white light appeared on Bucott's body, his muscles were bulging, and the subtle wrinkles on his face disappeared. The age of the spirit body quickly showed that it was a sixteen-year-old young man.

The sword in both hands burst out with electric current, and a series of fatal slashes slashed towards Littod. The entire dim hall of ruling was illuminated by sparks from the two swords and warhammers, and the dull collision of iron tools continued to echo.

Looking at the battle of the two-handed sword master, Nelia wrote down every move in detail in her mind. The technique of swinging every sword was engraved in her mind, becoming the top combat record for Nelia's future use of the two-handed sword.

The situation reversed with the trend, and Bucot, who was originally suppressed, burst out with extremely huge power. At this time, in Nelia's eyes, Bucot's panel attributes increased significantly, and his status bar also showed the buff of "God of War Protection".

"Bukot! You have become weaker! I didn't expect that you can compete with me with the protection of the God of War!" Littod smiled strangely, and the giant hammer resisted the sharp blade's slash.

A purple-black mist emanated from the warhammer, attached to Littod's arms, and then invaded Littod's spirit body. Then, with a wave of his hand, the warhammer's fierce force knocked Bucott back.

The double blades penetrated straight into the ground and prevented themselves from being pushed too far away. He looked up at Littod, raising his hands to the top of his head, and the loud collision sounded again.

The brutal force made Bucott bend his knees. He knelt on one knee, using the double blades in his hand to resist the warhammer. Littod, who was pursuing victory, swung the warhammer quickly. Bucott, who tried his best to parry, was constantly repelled by this powerful force.

Suddenly, the white light on Bucott's body turned into red, and the white thunder above the double blades also turned into dazzling red, gathering strength to repel Littod's warhammer, and eight scarlet sword lights burst out on Bucott's double blades.

"Thunder Blade!" After the cold words, Bucott swung his double blades, and the red sword light flashed over Littod's armor.

The spirit armor shattered, and an ugly smile appeared on the backward Littod's face. He waved his arm and hit the heavy hammer again on Bucot's double blades. Then his figure turned into a mist and rushed towards the throne.

Littod's spirit fell on the throne, and Bucott, who looked at the throne coldly, asked, "Littod, why do you do this?"

"Hahahahaha!" Littod smiled wildly, "Bukot, it seems you have really forgotten that we have built a dream of the future and made the kingdom the dream of the empire..."

Bucott didn't reply, he never forgot the dream that Littod said, but... when did this simple longing change...

"I never forgot that time, our shared dream." Bucott replied.
Chapter completed!