From the location of the screaming woods, looking into the distance, you can faintly see that the battle in the city continues.

With the transfer of a large number of people from the Supreme Order God Society, it has been difficult for the remaining wizards of the Deep Blue Castle to suppress the besieged wizards of the Avengers in the city, and the situation that originally had an advantage was brought back little by little by the wizards of the Avengers, and they were in a fierce melee at this time.

Nearby, Franklin was suspended in the air, still talking to Richard, who stood on the ground and listened calmly without saying a word.

As he spoke, Franklin noticed that the atmosphere was a little delicate, and suddenly stopped talking, closed his mouth and looked at Richard without saying a word.

Now the atmosphere is more subtle.

The many members of the Supreme Order Society in the sky, and Richard standing on the ground, seemed to mix ten thousand emotions in the air between the two groups of people.

Franklin's eyes twinkled, and the expression on his face was cloudy, staring at Richard, unsure of what to do.

It stands to reason that since Richard can kill the Muses quickly, it is definitely not difficult to kill their group, and the wisest thing for them to do now is to flee.

However, this kind of behavior seems sensible, but when really analyzed, it is not necessarily the best choice.

On the one hand, behind them, a big war is going on on on the situation on the East Coast for the next few hundred years, and once they escape, who can guarantee that Richard will not interfere? Once Richard intervenes, then such a long-term plan will fall short, and the punishment of the organization will definitely be more serious than death. In that case, they might as well block Richard.

On the other hand, if they do fight Richard, they will not necessarily fail. Richard did kill the muse and proved his strength, but Richard was not in a very good state right now, to be precise, he looked extremely weak.

This may be the opportunity.

Franklin thought.

Franklin was right, Richard was indeed weak now, not because of any injuries, but because of the enormous consumption of the "gauntlet of destruction".

Before, using the "Glove of Destroying the World", attacking with a single finger, was a great burden on the free energy reserves in Richard's body, but now using the complete function of the "Gauntlet of Extermination" almost drained Richard's whole person.

At this time, Richard stood on the ground, supporting the injured Pandora, but his face was paler than Pandora, his body shook slightly, and his weakness could not be concealed at all. Even if you hold the energy storage staff in one hand to quickly replenish the consumption, you can't fully recover in just a few breaths.

Franklin in the sky looked at Richard for a long time, felt that his guess was correct, and further probed: "Boy, are you a little scared now, and regret going against us? Don't you, understand that going against us is only a dead end? Do you understand, you can't resist us? If you really understand, maybe, I can give you a chance to survive?"

At this point, Franklin paused and waited for Richard to answer, ready to make an unceremonious move whenever Richard asked "what the chance" was.

But Richard didn't do that, raised his face slightly, and looked at Franklin suspended in the sky, his eyes as calm as usual, no fear, no panic, just a little anger in the deepest part.

The next moment, Richard spoke, staring at Franklin and the many wizards around him, and spoke slowly. The tone is very gentle, as if he is simply telling a truth, telling a fact:"

Actually, I don't need to say it, I know you very well. I know that you are powerful, mysterious, and have many amazing means at your disposal, and your strength is incalculable. Therefore, you can destroy the Black Spirit Empire without leaving any traces, you can destroy White Rock City, take tens of thousands of lives, and now you are ready to use a trap to clean up all the wizards on the entire East Coast.

I don't know what you're trying to do, and the rest of you should be just as confused. In fact, knowing your purpose, you can't stop it.

The previous Black Spirit Empire gathered the strength of the whole country to stop you, and after defeat, the country was destroyed. Hundreds of wizards from the White Stone Tower tried to stop you, but when they failed, they were razed with meteorites. Thousands of wizards across the East Coast are stopping you now, and while they haven't failed, they don't seem to be far from defeat—if it weren't for me, they'd all be dead by now.

With so many examples, I don't want to stop you.

On the one hand, I don't like trouble. On the other hand, I have my own things to do. Therefore, even if there is a conflict with you, I can avoid it, and I can hide it.

But then again, that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want.

I don't want to stop you, and I can't stop you.

You know, it seems to me that you are powerful enough to call your organization "God" the Divine Society. It is true that it can represent some kind of supreme order, which is called supreme order. Calling others ants is also completely confident.

But...... I have a word that I really want to say to you. That is, you may be powerful, but ......"

Speaking of this, Richard paused slightly, looked at Franklin and the many others, and spoke. The tone is rarely angry, it is the anger that has always been obstructed by the other party, intentionally or unintentionally, the anger that has always been at the other party's wanton behavior, the anger that has always been empty of the other party, and the anger that Pandora was injured by the pond fish.

In winter, the afternoon sun is very warm, but suddenly it cools down, and the beams of sunlight seem to turn into knives with handles, slicing the whole world open. The dust on the ground was swept into the air by the sudden whirlwind, crashing into beams of light, shattering in an instant.

Richard spoke up and said word by word: "You may be powerful, but in my eyes, you are something!"

What a thing!

What is it!

Stuff!

West!

The voice spread through the air, and Richard said very seriously: "Yes, what are you? You are indeed powerful, but are you strong enough to change the laws of physics? You are indeed high, but is there any essential difference between you and the people you call worms? Have you experienced the baptism of philosophy beyond the times, or have you been transformed by the soul? All I see is that you are fighting in the same way as the rest of the people, thinking with the same thinking.

Amazing knowledge does not play any more role in your hands, and powerful spells do not make you far beyond ordinary people.

What qualifications do you have? Actually, you're no different from the people you killed, but you're just a swarm of ants.

Not long ago, someone asked me to kill you, but I didn't agree, because it was troublesome and I didn't think it made sense. But now, I think it's okay to bother a little, and it's okay to do something that doesn't make sense once in a while. Just like those beautiful works of art, it takes a lot of effort and does not help the progress of science and technology, but at least it helps their creators show what they want to express. ”

"Do you know what's on my mind right now?" Richard said, looking at Franklin.

"What...... Franklin subconsciously exclaimed.

"It's simple. Richard replied, turning his hand over and taking out the black iron mask of the Black Spirit King from the spatial iron ring and pressing it towards his face, "That is, I want you to die." ”

"Click!"

With a soft sound, the black iron mask was firmly put on Richard's face, and the earth-shattering momentum erupted violently.