"Join? You turned the people into tortured souls, which violated our original aspirations!" Bucott angrily scolded.

"A little price for immortality, but as long as you build a country that transcends the empire, it doesn't matter! As you said before, there is no right or wrong in war, but I can only say...only the winner is right!"

Littod retorted proudly, and quickly looked at Nelia, raising the hammer in his hand and threw it towards Nelia. Seeing this move, Bucott wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

He lifted his weak arm and stretched out his slender index finger. The war hammer that was difficult to catch in Bucott's eyes was easily resisted by Nelia with her index finger. The powerful impact force did not move Nelia a little.

He turned the heavy hammer around, then put it on his shoulder, put one hand on his hip, turned his head toward Littod, who was activating the switch on the throne. The other party did not care about his situation at all, and quickly ran to the secret passage behind the throne.

"Tsk, you can run fast." Nelia said with a very unhappy expression, then looked at Bucott, who was sweating coldly, and saw the other party silently turning his head and chasing towards the throne. He obviously had forgotten the strength that Nelia had.

"What a weird uncle." Nelia complained, stepped apart, and slowly walked towards the throne.

The secret passage behind the throne, the hovering stairs leading directly to the upper floor of the ruling hall, Bucot had never known it, and at the end of the stairs, a faint blue light was emitted.

"Is there the magic circle located?" Bucott gritted his teeth, quickly climbed the stairs, and ran towards the end.

When we arrived at the top, we saw countless spiritual iron cages, each of which was filled with unjust souls. The expressions on the faces of these unjust souls, both men, women, young and old, were more distorted than those outside the city. We didn’t even know how much torture they suffered here.

"Bukot, you're here." Littod said, walking out from behind a wall, looking at Bukuot contemptuously, and slowly walked towards the center of the magic circle.

"Litodd! What did you do?! They are your people!" Bucott said angrily, lifting the sword in his hands and rushing towards Litodd.

Littod raised his hand and held it in vain. A black double-edged battle axe appeared in his hand, sweeping towards Bucott with all his might, forcing the other party to stay away from him.

"Isn't this the glory of being a people and sacrificing everything for the king?!"

Littod, who held the long-handled battle axe, said this, inserting the sharp blade on the axe blade straight into the center of the magic circle on the floor, fitting the groove on the ground, and then turning the axe handle.

The dark blue light bloomed, and the entire secret room was rendered into dark blue by this light, and the uncontrollable smile on Littod's face revealed endless madness, "Bukot! Just watch!"

For a moment, the wronged souls in the secret room howled and were gradually pulled onto Littod by the magic circle and merged into one.

Feeling the power of the wronged soul integrated into his body, Littod pulled out the giant axe to activate the magic circle, "Now! I want to get rid of you, and then personally lead the army to expand the territory of the kingdom!"

"Then I have to fight with this remaining soul to stop you." Bucott said, rushing towards Littod with a huge blade.

The collision between the double blades and the battle axe, Bucot's figure flew backwards. As he said, now he is just a wisp of residual soul, and his strength has only reached the ordinary level of his life after two strengthenings.

And now, Bucott looked at Littod who was completely lost, and black mist emanated from his eyes, and countless evil souls behind him were howling. Only at this time did he truly realize why the number of his army of evil souls thousands of years ago was wrong.

Supporting his body with double blades, looking at the current Littod, Bucott said: "It turns out... the wronged souls that were originally everywhere in the city..."

"Yeah yah yah zhei" A female voice interrupted Bucot's words.

Turning his head, he saw Nelia walking into the secret room with a war hammer. The difference was that Nelia was wearing a black outfit, a long black windbreaker on the outside, and a black student hat on her head.

"I said, if you hurt me, where else do you want to go?" Nelia said as she raised her palm slightly. Her slightly red skin proved that Nelia was injured, but it was limited to the basic damage that could not penetrate the defense (damage was 1).

"Ms. Nelia, this is mine..." Bucott needed to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Nelia, "Are you still his opponent now?"

Bucott was silent. He was no longer Littod's opponent now, especially Littod's current pulling the wronged soul from every corner of the city and assimilating it. It is obviously not a good thing to continue to delay such a situation. Bucott, who knew this, had to stand up and retreat.

Looking at Littod coldly, the other party knelt on one knee, looking at the magic circle patterns on the ground, one after another of the wronged souls was absorbed into his body, constantly enhancing the panel data that Nelia saw.

Looking at the slowly rising data, Nelia sneered. Compared to her malicious devouring, Litod's attributes rose poorly, and the efficiency of the attribute values ​​absorbed was only about 10%.

"I'll give you this thing back," said Nelia, throwing the hammer in her hand out as a javelin.

At this time, Littod, who felt an object flying in, raised his battle axe and wanted to resist it, but the crushing of the panel attributes was not something Littod could resist.

The warhammer mixed with light attribute damage hit Littod's spirit body. The huge amount of light attribute damage knocked out all the wronged souls in his body. Before Nelia's movement was finished, the fireball technique attached to the light attribute flew towards the wronged souls who had escaped due to the impact.

Before the wronged soul is pulled back to Littod's spirit, it cannot become the source of Littod's power again, but as for Littod? He is not worthy of being littod.

The resignation of the wronged soul restored Litodd's eroded consciousness to awaken, and his originally twisted expression returned to his anger. In Nelia's eyes, this was just an ugly face.

"No! You can't stop me!" Littod roared angrily, and slashed at Nelia's body that looked "soft and rubbed".
Chapter completed!