Daniela was the first to speak, and she glanced at Fasco, "You expected that, too?" ”

She then sneered, "I knew that all prophecy things were unreliable, and with such a powerful power, how could the original world snake be killed?" ”

Fasco didn't speak, just stared at Hamza.

For this legendary First Apostle, this was Roger's first meeting with him, and among the transcendental, he was not considered tall in stature.

His hair was meticulously combed back and topped with an old aristocratic headdress, he had a tough line and a handsome face, with a black sun mark in the center of his forehead.

And this imprint is exactly the same as it is in Roger's memory.

The strangest thing is that his eyes, as if communicating with the abyss of the world, appear a little strange pale at this time in the center.

Instead of heavy battle armor, he wore a well-cut aristocratic garment, with a black base and gold edges.

Heavy and solemn.

There is no need to speak, and there is no power to release, and his appearance alone gives people a special feeling.

"You can find it here."

Staring at Hamza's strange pupils, Roger felt a chill down his spine, if this guy was really as powerful as rumored to be, it would be very difficult to complete the mission.

"You shouldn't be here......"

"So where am I supposed to be? Frontal battle? ”

Hamza smiled and pinched the dark gold scepter in his hand.

"I really don't know what madness you're doing, now that you've found your body, who will let it go?"

He made a thoughtful gesture, "Let me do the math, one, two, three...... There are too many, why do you come to seek death one after another? ”

"I can get anywhere I want to put my body whenever I want, I've killed too many people to even remember your names."

"Hehe, let you little minions charge into battle, but hide behind, that woman is still as cautious as ever."

Hamza said it calmly, and the hearts of everyone who listened to it beat wildly.

It turns out that the transcendents who carried out the final mission have all died at the hands of Hamza, and it seems that the Lord of the Mist has already found all of his bodies, but for some reason he has not been able to bring them together.

The dragon envoy in the Dragon Court knew nothing about this, and regarded it as the key to the whole battle.

And in the end, what they thought was a well-thought-out plan turned out to be nothing more than a net.

It's a desperate image to think about, and it's a terrible enemy that has been waiting for a long time.

If it was in its heyday, it might have a hard time.

But the journey and the strength expended in the whole process, the double blow of physical strength and spirit, in the face of such a Hamza, the battle has been lost before it has even begun.

"Okay, it's my last mercy to make you die a little more understanding."

"Let's get started."

With that, Hamza stretched out his left hand, and a piercing scream came from the air, and a black claw appeared beside Fasco.

Click.

The entire space was crushed, but after the blow, Hamza's face showed a hint of doubt.

"Not dead?"

"I see, you're the Fasco who claims to never be hunted down, the so-called Voidwalker."

"Then let me see, can you escape under my hands?!"

The expression on Hamza's face became solemn, and at this time, Fasco's voice sounded in everyone's heads.

"I'll hold him back, you find a way to get around and break that heart, don't forget, that's what we're here for!"

"I will not flee this battle, and I will do everything possible to create opportunities for you."

"So please."

"Let my death have some value!"

Roger's face changed slightly, he thought that this trip would be very dangerous, but because of the so-called prophecy of the eyes of the snake of the world, Roger did not realize that he would meet Hamza here.

To be honest, he was very hopeful at this time, and everything in front of him was foreshadowed by the eyes of the serpent of the world.

Because that means that Fasco may have been prepared for all this.

But if not, then you can only desperately.

Powerful perception tells him that Hamza is by no means a three-ring.

"Give me that thing." It was Daniela who delivered the message.

The space trembled slightly, and a cracked hourglass appeared in Daniela's hand.

She took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes, "I can't escape, but if you work hard, you may still have a chance." ”

"Don't waste the last of my strength."

After saying that, she smashed the hourglass in her hand with a slight force.

Unlike previous rituals, this time Daniela's palms shattered, dense lines all the way up through her wrists, past elbows, and over her shoulders, before exploding from within her body.

The hourglass shattered in the explosion re-fuses, and then an eyeball-shaped sign appears on top of the hourglass.

But beyond that, Daniela has vanished completely.

Her flesh and soul, as well as all her power, melted into this hourglass.

Oh!

It was caine that howled.

The mask on his face cracked inch by inch, and a large hole was cracked in the back of his head, and a blood-stained hourglass swirled into it.

Immediately after, an eyeball glowing with multicolored light appeared in the center of his forehead.

The cracked fragments coalesced in the air to form an ancient symbol, the last remaining bloodline, an ancient language that dates back countless years.

"Mark of Destruction ......"

Fasco sighed softly.

"This is a forbidden power that can only be used once in the life of the Caine race, and he will mark his enemies and burn all the propulsive forces."

"The more time passes, the stronger the strength, the heavier the wounded, the stronger the strength, and the closer you get to death, the stronger the strength!"

"This is the real destroyer."

"Both to yourself and to others."

Communication between people may seem slow, but in fact it is only a matter of moments.

By this time, Fasco had already mobilized his power to imprison the space around Hamza, and Cain roared and rushed in one direction, as if he was planning to cross Hamza and attack the broken black sun.

Naturally, Roger was not idle, the witcher unleashed the most powerful power, the lines on the spine of the sword were shining, and the light even affected the surrounding symbols, almost making people think that there would be two sword marks at the same time.

The bodies didn't need to move, or even ignore the distance between them, and as long as the attack fell, Roger believed that he would be able to break the broken heart.

"What a weird self-confidence, why do you every one think you can beat me?"

"I have to admit that Fasco, you have almost reached the limit of the existing level of mastery of space."

"Although I can't perceive this kind of power, my strength level is higher, and I can completely form a rule crush!"

As he spoke, the black ring on the surface of Hamza's body expanded, the rich black, like the darkest corner of the plane, but this power brought a sense of familiarity to Roger.

That's the shadow.

This was followed by the second ring, which was also extremely black, but violently agitated, like a flame in the abyss.

And then the third.

The black ring seems to swallow all the light, heat, and energy.

The change is not over yet.

In the center of the three rings, there was also a burst of black energy, and then a fourth ring was formed.

A black ring that symbolizes the power of Hamza's soul!

Four rings.

It seems to be unexpected, but it is reasonable.

Everyone once imagined the strength of the four rings, but only when they faced it could they feel that deep sense of powerlessness.

Even if it wasn't the same kind of rule, at this time, the other forces around it seemed to have been completely squeezed.

There is only darkness here.

Only Hamza.

Roger attacked and fell, but didn't hit the shattered sun, for a pitch-black, almost Hamza-like figure stood in front of the broken heart.

Roger is familiar with this force.

The power of shadows.

He created another Hamza.

A four-ring ring is already desperate.

Two......

Even Fasco seems to have lost confidence.

But at this time, a roar was shocking, it was Cain, and he was still striding forward and charging.

Hamza's rule suppression didn't seem to have any effect on him, and the single eye on his forehead was blood-red, in which Roger could feel the power that belonged to Daniela.

"Destroy, Destroy, Destroy!"

There was a special magic in Cain's voice, and the direction he was heading in was extremely strange, as if he was on the edge of the core of the battle.

But it didn't take long for Roger to understand what Caine was about.

The aura of destruction erupted from his body, and then condensed at a certain point in the void, and the power collapsed inward, and at this time, Roger's voice also sounded in his heart.

"It's Daniela's all-seeing eye, she can peep through, she can see, she's helping us, helping us break Hamza's rule oppression!"

"Hamza's power is not complete, he is not the real Four Rings."

"We still have a chance!"

The moment the message arrived, Roger also launched an attack at the same time, and his target was exactly the same as Caine's.

And at this time, Hamza, who had always been extremely calm, finally had emotional ups and downs for the first time.

Without any nonsense, he shot straight away.

Grip of Destruction

Kain, who was the first to succeed, did not escape, and after releasing his power, he took the initiative to meet Hamza's attack, as if he planned to use his body to buy time for the others.

At the same time, the power of Roger and Fasco also exploded one after another.

Blinding light and furious energy.

Hamza's reaction was a little slower, and he even used his shadow clone, but Cain completely put everything into his own.

"Hahahaha!"

"Destroy Destroy Destroy!!"

"Destroy everything!"

The more severe the injury, the more frantic he became, and the power of the explosion skyrocketed.

Such an ascension is simply unreasonable, and perhaps this is also a very special rule, referring only to the original one.

Thundered.

The sky is falling apart.

The surrounding rules were crumpled and crumpled, turning the entire space into a chaotic place.

"Haha, now we're on the same starting line."

"We have four, you only have two!"

The results of the rule disorder are terrifying, and even Hamza can't find the rules of energy that he can control in this chaos.

And all they can rely on now is themselves and the weapons in their hands.

Although Daniela is no longer there, and the last burst of power and the aura of energy that belongs to her are gradually disappearing, Fasco still stubbornly believes that Daniela is still fighting side by side with them.

"Four?"

Hamza sneered.

"That thing is living too?"

Roger tilted his head sideways, and then saw that his whole body was shattered, and only one skull was still stubbornly supported.

He was still able to fight not because of Cain's tenacity, but because of the accumulation of countless broken bones, and on top was his head.

Burning everything and fighting for the last chance, Cain is also on the verge of death under the powerful power of Hamza.

"This damned race should have been wiped out long ago." Hamza snorted coldly.

The aura on his body faded, and Caine revealed his true face.

It was a middle-aged man who looked a little innocent, with almost smashed eyeballs on his forehead.

"I did my best."

Cain uttered the first and last sentence, and then fell silent.

"Now it's just the two of you."

Hamza sneered.

At this time, losing control of the rules around him, Roger did not have any panic on his face.

"It doesn't matter." He shook the weapon in his hand and slowly moved forward.

"Be careful." Fasco reminded from the sidelines.

Roger raised his head and stared sharply at Hamza not far away.

"I guess your shadow clone is just a virtual figure, the rules around him have been disordered, and he is not much different from the real shadow now."

"So what." Hamza snorted coldly, I am enough for the two of you.

"Hehe, I'm thinking the same way."

Roger's fingers ran across the spine of the sword.

"The only person who can make me feel jealous in swordsmanship is dead."

With that, he lunged forward, and the weapon in his hand slashed a trajectory and stabbed Hamza's throat.

"Do it!"

Roger snorted softly, and Fasco comprehended that he would rush towards the black sun not far away.

"Want to go?" Hamza snorted coldly and was about to pursue Fasco, but in the next second, a chill hit his neck.

He subconsciously stepped back to block.

While!

Burst!

With the sound of metal striking, a cloud of blood mist bloomed in the air.

Hamza opened his mouth, but there was not the slightest sound in his throat, because in the moment he had just now, his throat had been cut by Roger's sword.

As long as his reaction was a little slower, then he might not have a chance to feel the pain again.

Fasco looked back in distraction during the run, and then saw a scene that shocked him.

That sword seems simple, but in the confrontation of Roger and Hamza, swordsmanship is no longer a simple move.

Sometimes victory or defeat can be decided by just the difference between victory and defeat.

"We made it!"

"Daniela, Cain, you didn't die in vain!"

With extremely mixed feelings, Fasco jumped high.

"No!" Behind him came Hamza's frightened voice, accompanied by Roger's indifference.

"Bang!"

The broken heart shattered at the sound.

And at this time, Roger also swept away the weapon in Hamza's hand, and pierced the long sword in his hand into his chest!

Laugh at!

While!

The sudden obstacle made Roger's face change drastically, and the next moment a powerful force exploded from Hamza's body.

Flesh peeled away, and as the force of the rage subsided, Roger saw the twisted beating heart on the scarred Hamza's chest.

"That'...... Is it fake? ”

"Hamza is the heart of the Lord of the Mist?!"

And at this moment, the pitch-black heart was exposed, the energies converged, and Hamza stood up expressionlessly.