"Even if Na Sero didn't do it directly, the power under his command also swept the entire Dragon Court, and we died too many people for that ultimate plan, and we were powerless to resist on the surface."

The figures of the two shuttled, passing through one world after another.

This time, the Lord of the Mist did not choose to figure it slowly, but directly attacked the core area controlled by the Dragon Court with the power of thunder.

Once this place is over, the rest of the world surrounded by the fog will soon be in his pocket.

Roger immediately focused on the imaginary tragedy, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I've already got you figured out something like that." Ophelia seemed to know what Roger was watching.

"I've helped you hide a few worlds, but you can't take care of the others."

"Thank you." Even if he understood what Ophelia was doing, Roger was grateful.

The Lords of the Mist have soulified many worlds, and the goal of their journey is the depths of the Sea of Souls.

Roger stared slightly as he shuttled, then stopped abruptly.

"Give me a moment."

After saying that, he broke through the spatial barrier and plunged into it, Ophelia did not follow, she was the primordial dragon high above, and was only interested in matters related to the safety of this plane.

Luo Ming was now in a square, surrounded by mountains of corpses, dragons and legendary creatures, and many powerful transcendents.

Other than that, the bodies of any intruders cannot be seen.

He looked up, and not far away was the familiar temple.

He has been here many times and has witnessed the coming of the Twelve Thrones.

But at this moment, the phantus of the throne on the temple appeared, but no one sat on it.

Wait, throne...... Phantom?

Someone started the ceremony.

Roger suddenly realized the problem, and walked quickly to the door of the temple.

There were large patches of blood on the ground, but the entire temple was barely intact, and it was obvious that someone had taken care of it.

Within a few steps, he saw a pious figure kneeling on the ground.

"Kenneth......" Roger called softly.

At the sound of his voice, the kneeling figure shook violently, then struggled to get up from the ground and turned around.

His right arm was broken at the shoulder, his armor was tattered, his face was crisscrossed with wounds, and his hair was disheveled and devoid of his former look.

The most important thing is that his eyes are dull, and he seems to have been stripped of his soul.

It wasn't until a long moment later that he said Roger's name with trembling chapped lips.

"It's me."

The next second, Kenneth burst into tears.

"Dead, everyone is dead, they are left with me and the whole empty city."

"Mother and Tiffany, and everyone I know, I can only kill them completely in their madness."

Muttering to himself, he soon seemed to remember something, and he rushed towards Roger, and in the process of rushing forward, he tripped over a weapon next to him in a vague and cold manner.

Thump.

He crawled towards Roger like an ordinary man, still roaring, "Where have you been? ”

"What about Lord Fasco? Are there any other dragon messengers? ”

"Are you all hiding?"

"Why can't I see any of them!"

He bounced off the ground and grabbed Roger's shoulder.

"Answer me, where are you?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Wait!" As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, and casually reached behind him, as if trying to find his weapon.

"Something is wrong, you're not Roger, don't try to fool me, I'm not going to be fooled!" He shouted loudly, his expression full of madness.

"Kenneth." Roger's voice was low, and hearing his voice, Kenneth's frantic spirit seemed to be soothed, and the whole person gradually became quieter.

Roger stepped forward and patted Kenneth on the shoulder, his eyes shining.

"It's not your fault, you've done it all."

"They're all dead, everyone is dead, why are you still keeping me alive?"

Under Roger's guidance, he slowly closed his eyes, his voice gradually faded into obscurity, and then fell to his knees.

Roger reached out and touched Kenneth's eyebrows.

"You need rest now, and these hurts ......"

He knew he wasn't in a position to seal off this sad past, but Kenneth was on the verge of collapse, and he needed a moment to buffer and slowly accept it.

As Kenneth fell asleep, his body stretched out and revealed its original form.

The once powerful Silver Dragon Clan, in this catastrophe, may be the only one left.

Roger jumped out of the temple, sealed the building in front of him with his hands, and then without pause, broke through the space and returned to Ophelia's side.

Ophelia didn't judge Roger's actions, she just nodded and asked, "Can you go?" ”

"Let's go!"

"One more reason to eliminate him!"

After a few more jumps, suddenly the feeling of squeezing from the space completely disappeared, and Roger felt his spirit relaxed, as if he had merged into a vast ocean.

"We're here."

"This is the sea of souls of Nasero."

"Where to find him?"

"Not really." Ophelia shook her head.

"Because he's already here."

The entire space was made up of countless soul fragments, and then the souls like waves parted in the middle, and a straight passage led to the depths of the sea of souls.

At the same time, the voice of the Lord of the Mists rang out from Roger's ears.

"Surprisingly, it was the two of you who came."

"But it looks like you've reached some kind of cooperation, and I'm really ashamed of you, we're just passers-by here, and you've abandoned your hometown!"

"But it doesn't matter, I proved to be right, and I'll take it back with your lives and the entire plane."

"You will be buried in your homeland, and this is the greatest mercy I can leave you!"

There is no imaginary army to press the realm, and there is no so-called temptation, and the number of ordinary transcendents in the final battle is almost meaningless.

The figure of the Lord of the Mist appeared, wearing standard armor and an extra shield in his hand, on which the sun imprint was extremely dazzling.

"Anything else to say?"

Ophelia's eyes were calm, she didn't speak, just tilted her head slightly to signal to Roger, and the next moment her body disappeared, and the dazzling light scattered out, clearing a large blank area around her.

"Do what you planned."

That's Ophelia's only admonition.

Then the darkness and the light came to a final collision.

Roger squinted, observing the battle between the two.

The forms of power may vary, but they all represent the ultimate power of the entire plane.

Those shattered soul fragments were destroyed, and if the battle broke out on the real sea, then I am afraid that a vacuum would have appeared in an area of several kilometers.

"Haha, that's true, we chose different directions, Ophelia, unfortunately, I may never be able to kill you with my own hands."

"But so do you."

"The biggest difference between us, though, is that you want to protect this plane, and I don't."

"I can't find my way home right now, but it doesn't matter, one day the fog will fill the entire plane, and if I can't find it by then, then I'll destroy this place completely."

"Break this jar and I can see the wider world."

"You're crazy." Ophelia replied.

"Your obsession is too heavy, if you reincarnate again, that thought will even destroy yourself!"

"There is no next time."

"This is my last chance, so get ready for utter madness!"

There wasn't any fist or foot contact between the two, it was purely a clash of regular forces, but just as Ophelia had guessed before.

They can injure each other or even suffer heavy losses, but they can't kill each other, and such a battle for too long will even affect the rules of the entire plane.

"And what about you, my witcher friend, why haven't you made a move?"

"Waiting for the last chance to land?"

The Lord of the Mists chuckled.

And just as he was about to attack Roger, Ophelia suddenly burst out with all his strength.

Her body turned into a streamer of light and slammed into the Lord of the Mist.

"Senseless attack."

The Lord of the Mist casually spun a thrust, and Ophelia did not dodge or dodge, and the attack landed on her body with precision, and then exploded with a bang.

At the same time, her voice rang in Roger's head.

"Now is the time!"

Receiving the attack signal, Roger's wrist shook, and the long sword fell into his hand, and at the same time five rings appeared.

"I knew that it was the serpent of the world, and if your body was trapped in the sea of souls, then as an important part, the end of the entire plane could be imagined."

The Lord of the Mists no longer paid attention to Ophelia, but turned his gaze to Roger.

"You are different, there is a soul breath hidden in you, and sure enough, you are not pure enough!"

The next moment, Roger felt a sting in his soul, as if a hammer had smashed into his mind.

Click!

He heard a crunch, and a deep pit the thickness of a thumb appeared in his skull, which healed almost in the blink of an eye, but for Roger it meant that the defenses he had laid out with his body were in jeopardy.

"It's a shame you made the wrong hand." The Lord of the Mists sneered.

"It's me who wins!"

Drink!

At the moment of crisis, Roger roared, he had no time to think about what Ophelia was doing at this time, because in the next second, his defense was about to be broken, and his soul would be completely pierced.

No one noticed that just as Roger was unleashing his full potential, his soul power had also increased explosively.

It is the correlation between the body and the soul.

This is a secret that even Ophelia does not know.

Ping!

Numerous rifts appeared on his body, and Roger's defenses were crushed, but fortunately, after the buffer just now, the attack dropped by the Lord of the Mist was not as good as before.

He even let Roger block it with his soul energy and fight back!

"Ahh

The Lord of the Mists shook his head and let out a scream, and it was then that a panic rose in his heart before he realized it......

Ophelia!

Countless points of light converged, sticking to the surface of the Mist's body like fireflies.

Ophelia seized the golden opportunity, and she actively broke her body in the impact just now, and then regrouped in an instant.

It's just that when the combination is complete, she has completely enveloped the Lord of the Mist from the inside out.

"What are you going to do?!" The Lord of the Mists roared.

"Seal you, with my body."

"So you can stay here forever!"

"Everything is arranged, my body is just right to isolate your soul!"

"No ......!"

Numerous cracks appeared on the surface of Ophelia's body, each filled with the resentful gaze of the Lord of the Mist.

Rodger didn't think about it while unleashing his power to help Ophelia suppress the soul of the Lord of the Mist.

Their bodies were all snakes from the world, and the power of the same origin quickly fused together.

In the process, Roger was surprised to find that the fusion between him and Ophelia was indistinguishable from each other, you have me, I have you.

The two of them exerted their strength at the same time, and the Lord of the Mist lost the opportunity again, even if he struggled hard, he could only lose in the long competition, and then be sealed little by little.

I don't know how long it took, the surrounding souls subsided, and the presence of the Lord of the Mist was no longer felt here.

"It's over?" Roger let out a sigh of relief.

Although the process was tortuous, the progress was much faster than Roger imagined, and when he calmed down, he remembered everything that had just happened.

"In the so-called plan, I'm just a bait to attract the attention of the Lord of the Mist?" Roger sneered.

"You're as cold as ever."

"This is the safest way, you have changed a lot, and you have been preparing before the battle begins, although Nasero doesn't care on the surface, in fact, most of your attention has been attracted to it."

"So at this time, as long as you attack, he will definitely be fooled." Ophelia replied lukewarmly.

"But you didn't tell me in advance that his attack would kill me, and if it wasn't for my luck just now, I would be lying on the ground right now."

Roger scoffed.

Ophelia shook her head, "Although I told you, there is a good chance that you will agree to this plan, but I don't dare to bet, I don't want to affect the final result because of this small mistake." ”

Ophelia didn't care about Roger's attitude at all, and her stereotypical approach of only pursuing results made Roger inexplicably think of a word.

Machine.

Having abandoned her soul, all her actions and practices may have been calculated instinctively, and Ophelia was almost indistinguishable from a line of code.

From this point of view, the choice between the Lord of the Mists and Ophelia is not a coincidence, but an inevitability.

Thinking of this, Roger suddenly lost interest in arguing, and he shook his head indifferently.

"Now that it's over, it's time for me to leave."

"The rest is left to time, and when we meet again, it's time to kill him."

"It's fine."

Ophelia didn't say anything.

But just as Roger turned to leave, Ophelia, who was standing in place, stiffened, and then a crack appeared on her cheek.

Laugh at!

A ray of light shot out, and it didn't reach Roger's forehead!