There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Frémont's words sounded like he was laying out his final wishes, but...

In fact, it’s almost the same.

Ever since he knew what the afterimage he left behind had done, he had been prepared.

This matter started with him, and naturally it will end with him.

This was the only remedy he could make and the only way to survive.

"teacher..."

Looking at Flemont's resolute figure, even the lively Ermengarde couldn't help but feel sad.

Liches are also human beings. Since they are human beings, they cannot escape the influence of emotions.

As the master of the Temple of Knowledge, Fremont has lived for countless years and taught countless students, hundreds of whom she has seen with her own eyes.

But the disciple that Frémont loved and valued the most had come to this point...

As the teacher of the Witch King, he is about to die.

Ugh...

After sighing silently in her heart, Ermengarde also joined the battlefield.

Everyone has their own way of living. Since this is Fremont's choice, she will not stop him too much.

On the battlefield ahead, with the addition of Mainna, the situation became one-sided.

After all, he was a ranger who once roamed the front lines of the Uka War. Both his strength and skills were first-class, otherwise he would not have been able to live peacefully for so long.

The same goes for Tolan. Apart from being caught off guard at the beginning, his performance can be ranked in the middle.

Talina rushed to the side with a knife in hand, and from time to time she would seize the opportunity to strike, and she was safe for a while.

"There's no energy reaction on the Witch King's body. The core you're looking for is probably not on him."

On the other side, with the help of the small robot behind him, Federico had scanned all the wounds of the Witch King, but did not find any suspicious energy points.

"No... If it weren't for that so-called core, he wouldn't have been able to hold on for that long..."

Federico knew very well that as a residual spell in the Golden Rule Movement, the Witch King in front of him would definitely need an energy supply point if he wanted to take action. Otherwise, he would not be so powerful as to withstand the attacks of several people present.

You know, if they get together, they can form a luxurious assassination team, and there are few people in the whole Terra who can defend against them.

but...

why?

What exactly does he rely on?

Past analysis has lost its effect at this moment, and Federico's reliance on getting here has completely lost its effect.

He was good at rational analysis and was helpless against the Witch King in front of him. The bullets in his hand hit the opponent's body, but it had no effect except to make him stagger...

"emotion..."

Suddenly, a light voice appeared in Federico's mind, making his dodging movement slow down a little.

The Witch King, like a trapped beast, seized this opportunity and tore at him with his claws with unrivaled power, but was blocked by Tolan.

The blade collided with the flesh, making a sound of metal clashing.

"Don't be stunned! It's not pleasant to block such a blow!"

Deflecting the weapon that hit his knife, Tolan smiled coldly: "No need to thank me, just go out and pay me some money, thirty or fifty thousand is not too much, three hundred or five hundred is not too little, give me a heart...Aa ...

Before Tolan could finish his words, the Witch King, whose attack was blocked, cast an even sharper spell, chasing the bounty hunter everywhere.

Tolan's little episode did not affect Federico. Federico saw an opportunity and looked behind him.

He looked at the criminal he had been looking for for a long time, Arturo.

At this moment, Arturo was tied up like a dumpling. She sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at Federico with interest.

As a saccharine, Federico knew exactly what the sound was.

Sarkota's empathy...

but why...

I should have turned it off, and normal empathy can only convey emotions, not specific information. So what about the voice I just heard...

"Are you stupid? My dear brother, if you continue to be stunned, they won't be able to rescue you."

Arturo's voice rang out in Federico's mind again, waking him up from his daze.

Federico fired two bullets, hitting Arturo. He looked at his cousin indifferently.

This is a warning, warning the criminal not to have any bad ideas.

"If you want to win, then you have to listen to me. It's normal for a younger brother to listen to his older sister, isn't it?"

With a smile on his face, Arturo seemed to be sitting on a throne, extremely steady.

"explain..."

After hesitating for a moment, Federico chose to listen to his cousin.

Anyway, Arturo is tied up now and the instruments have been put away by him. It is completely impossible for him to do anything. It doesn't hurt to give it a try.

Thinking of this, Federico agreed to Arturo.

"Ferdie, what drives him is...emotion."

Arturo was also very considerate and told the information he had directly.

"The desire to lead Leitania to greater heights, the pain of his mentor's lack of understanding, the unwillingness to fulfill his mission—these emotions drove him on. Ultimately, the golden rhythm he had personally reshaped became the support of his body. These were the source of his strength."

"He is not a god or an emperor. He is merely the remnant of Herhunzoren, born from the lich's life knot. He then found his own path, which continues to this day..."

"I think the reason you can't find his energy core is because he has abandoned it, or... Pavillon is his support."

"This palace, the front line against evil, is everything to him."

He spoke out his words in one breath, and the playful smile on Arturo's lips disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.

While the Witch King was exploring her inner thoughts, she also saw the darkness deep in the Witch King's heart.

He saw everything the Witch King did and knew why he had supported him until now.

That's... fear.

Fear of the unknown, fear of one's own insignificance...

When she first learned this fact, she actually didn't quite believe it.

After all, the Witch King has already stood at the pinnacle of the world. If he is considered insignificant, then no one can say that he is great.

But this is the fact. After eliminating all possibilities, no matter how outrageous the remaining answer is, it is the truth!

The Witch King... is afraid? ! !

Federico's expression became strange as he received the information from Arturo.

But the emotions conveyed by empathy could not be faked, and he was absolutely sure that Arturo was not lying.

"Control him... I have a way!"

Arturo's firm confirmation voice came to my mind again.

Federico looked at the Witch King who was gradually showing signs of fatigue, shook the shotgun in his hand, and finally lowered the muzzle.

"Control him, maybe there is a way to solve it..."

Federico flashed in front of Mainna and said seriously.

He knew that among the people present, only Mainna was at a gap level, and if he wanted to "subdue" the Witch King, the other party's ability was necessary.

"Stop! Disperse!"

Without hesitation, the moment Mainna received Federico's message, she spoke up to remind the others.

Among them, Maria and Tolan reacted the fastest. The former dragged Talina and ran back desperately.

Family members know their own business, and Maria knew very well that her uncle would never say useless nonsense.

The latter had seen more, and every time Mainna said this, nothing good happened.

The Twin Queens hesitated for a moment, somewhat reluctant to give up this good opportunity to kill the Witch King, but seeing that everyone else had already left, it didn't seem right for them to stay any longer...

For a moment, the battlefield, which had been extremely lively just now, suddenly became eerily quiet.

Maenna stood in the center holding a sword, with golden light condensing in the palm of his left hand.

The golden light was extremely dazzling, completely different from Maria's and Margaret's. This was a light that belonged only to Mainna, and it was also his understanding of the Linguang family's motto.

Throwing the light in his palm into the air, Mainna stood there blankly as if he had lost his soul.

Although the Witch King didn't know what was going on, he knew this was a good opportunity, so he immediately stepped forward, ready to take the lead in dealing with the most threatening Pegasus.

But just as he took a step, he stopped uncontrollably.

Golden raindrops fell from the sky, bringing a different color to this desolate area.

Volume 8: Chapter 88: Reality

The raindrops fell silently, gathering into a pool of golden "water" under the feet, enough to submerge the shoe surface.

Unlike usual, when the golden raindrops fell on her body, Talina could only feel a warm feeling, which moistened her wounds and accelerated their healing.

Is this... the power of my elders?

Looking at the figure standing alone in front of her, leaning on a sword, Tatarina suddenly understood why Chitolan trusted Mainna so much and why he would come every time the other party needed help.

This is not driven by profit, but just mutual help between friends.

You help me, I help you, it's that simple.

"Huh... This guy, I thought he was going to use some big trick."

Tolan on the side curled his lips, put the knife back into the sheath, and folded his hands in front of his chest, looking relaxed.

He turned to look at Talina and warned her, "Hurry up and change your form. Cooperate with him to control this guy. Use... that ice thing. I remember you know how to use it. I saw you use it before in Casimir."

It's so easy to say...

Talina curled her lips, and the sense of reliability she had just felt towards this "elder" disappeared instantly.

I also saw her use it... So you were watching the fight last time, right?

After removing the Wendigo blood that was a heavy burden on her body, Talina rested for a while and then poured the last bit of rabbit blood into her mouth.

"It's a crude method, but... it works. Don't tell me you were with Hildegarde and the others. I don't remember them having a sister like you."

Having witnessed the entire process, Frémont also understood a little about the source of Talina's power.

Their original goal was to gain strength by sucking blood.

But after trying a few times, they were forced to give up the idea. The reason was that it was too difficult to achieve 100% inheritance.

Their best experimental result was inheriting 37% of the target's power, which was far from achieving their goal.

But now, an individual who can perfectly inherit it appeared before him...

This is of great appeal to him who controls the Temple of Knowledge.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes, but then he spat and cursed himself inwardly.

"You're already half buried in the ground, and you still care about these things..."

Hiding his thirst for knowledge in his heart, Frémont took back the threads of everyone except Talina and Mainna.

After the silk thread was retracted, bloodstains began to appear on Flemont's dress.

There were wounds about an inch long on the chest, arms, thighs, and even on the face.

It is true that the battle just now went smoothly, but not no one was injured. It was just that with his help, the wounds were transferred to his body.

In the past, these wounds would have been a minor problem for him. The worst that could happen was that he would "die" once and then come back to life again.

But now it’s different. Without his fate knot, he has no capital to start over, and he has also lost the ability to be reborn.

Just as he was feeling sad, the originally quiet raindrops began to become agitated.

They fell to the ground and suddenly began to shake, like glass marbles, rushing towards the Witch King.

"I've been looking for them. I thought they might have gone to Ursus, and I also wondered if they died in some unknown corner..."