The rigorously trained Nights can keenly perceive the killing intent from the Ash Prince's voice, and in this killing intent, the Nights do not feel the anger of being offended, only the heart of the game full of banter.

Thinking about the intentions of the Ash Prince, the night spoke:

"Does Your Majesty misunderstand the definition of 'loot'?"

"Isn't it natural for the victor to take the loser?"

The Prince of Ashes can't deny it, because the demon is the creature that brings out the spirit of 'loot' to the fullest!

However, it is one thing to admit it or not, but it is another thing to allow it not to be allowed.

Night's answer caused the Ash Prince to laugh like a thunderbolt:

"Human, you are even more presumptuous than I thought!"

The laughter shook the whole palace, and the feeling of the night was not only deafening, but also the tremors of the earth and the fear of the god-like body.

The Will Judgment was triggered, and although it was quickly passed, Nightshade was left in a state of stiffness that lasted for 3 seconds, enough to kill him 37 times if the Ash Prince wanted to do so.

The laughter then stopped, and the Ash Prince looked at Nightshade with a playful look, and despite the fact that the two were about the same height, Nightshade felt like she was being looked down upon by a giant.

"Bold human, you're right, but ......"

The Ash Prince's left hand raised slightly, and Cangye felt an irresistible force piercing him, pinching himself, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in front of the Silver Crystal Throne, his feet three feet off the ground, and his whole body could not move.

The Demon Monarch raised his hand and pinched Cangye's throat, and his words were full of frivolity:

"You forgot the most important point, here, I am the master!"

"Whatever your reason, in my eyes you are nothing more than a burglar who enters your master's house to steal."

Cangye didn't expect to convince the other party with great eloquence, even the most eloquent Gu Heart Demon (the high-ranking purgatory race) among the devils couldn't do this job better than himself, Cangye's purpose was just to test the other party's intentions.

One is the incomprehensible motive of the former Omega 95 - to have fun!

Feeling the gradually increasing force of the neck, before being crushed again, Cangye said quickly:

"Your Majesty, what you said is not bad at all, if you want to do it, then please!"

After saying that, Cangye seemed to have really given up resistance, the tense nerves relaxed, and his limbs hung limply to the ground.

The Ash Prince didn't look at it, looking at this human who could be pinched to death like a bed bug at any time, and finally, it was released from its confinement, and Nightnight's body landed on the ground, and at the same time, the Ash Prince's voice was still buzzing in Nightnight's mind with a playful voice:

"A generous host can give the erring thief a chance, and if he completes a little game, think of it as an aftershow before the prize is awarded to the winner."

With that, the Ash Prince clapped his hands, and an iron-armored figure walked up to the Silver Crystal Throne with heavy steps.

It was a burly human warrior, with a middle-aged male appearance, slightly curly hair, charred skin, and fine lava patterns, wearing only a vest armor, revealing strong arms.

The armored warrior carried a two-handed broadsword, almost the same length as Beowulf's first form, and it didn't seem to be low.

Putting all of this aside, Nightshade felt an extraordinary coercion from this samurai's body, which was unique to mythical species.

Sixth Order Mythical Level!

The Ash Prince pointed to the samurai and said:

"This is my doppelganger, the Doombringer, and he used to have a good name, I want to think about it...... Well, it's called Beowulf......"

Cangye immediately drew his black knife and made a slashing motion.

Beowulf, a legendary hero, ended up like this, which is not a setting in the era, and there are only 3 of the several doppelgangers of the Ash Prince, and the Destroyer is not among them, so the night is not aware of the weakness of this clone.

The former Beowulf, now the Messenger of Destruction, the greatsword he got is still his weapon, and at least the weapons and size can be judged to be a fierce hero fueled by strength and like a berserker.

The Ash Prince shook three fingers and said:

"He only slashed three times, and if you don't get hacked to death after three times, then I'll admit that these are your trophies."

"But only if you can't use that same ability as Hydra."

Nights had no choice but to go all out and survive three rounds of attacks under the hands of a mythical warrior to complete what the Ash Prince called the aftermath.

Sonor! Boom!

The Messenger of Destruction struck out in one step, spinning his greatsword in his left hand, and without hesitation, he slashed out with a sword.

There was no sword qi sweeping, no sword crushing and grinding, the Messenger of Destruction controlled his strength at a very appropriate balance point, without the slightest leakage, and all the pressure was controlled within the range of no more than 5 feet in the night, and the distance was negligible.

Not to mention slashing out three swords, just the first slash Cangye can't resist.

It's just that although the speed of the destruction messenger's attack is fast, fortunately, Cangye calculated 60% of the opponent's attack pattern and 70% of the sword path trajectory one step earlier, so that when the sword was approaching, he teleported out of the attack trajectory with a dimensional wand.

This sword is not only an absolute destruction of the physical concept, but the night can even sense that a part of the space has been cut and cannot be sensed.

The void space suddenly ignited with transparent flames, burning the place that the night had occupied into a large void.

Looking at the night that had escaped, the Ash Prince suddenly clapped his hands and applauded:

"Very nice juggling!"

The Messenger of Destruction turned to look at the night, his giant sword on his shoulder, and in an instant, he leaned forward, his knees slightly full, and suddenly slashed out with a terrible sound of breaking through the sky.

As he charged, the giant sword swirled with airflow, tearing out layers of vortices, and the 20-foot-long and 7-foot-wide fan-shaped area in front of it was all isolated by transparent flames, and the space was also sliced apart.

Cangye seemed to have no way to retreat, but when the sword wind swept in, Cangye's divinity suddenly turned into a bubble and dissipated.

After another large void was formed, the night calmly watched the Destroyer from another position.

The smile on the corner of the Ash Prince's mouth grew stronger.

This human really calculated to a very terrifying level, not to dodge temporarily, but to calculate the possible attack of the Destroyer one step in advance, so as to avoid it in advance, as if he could see the future, but ......

Myths are myths because they rely not only on the terrible destructive power that exists only in the transmission of myths, but also on all kinds of incredible abilities that mortals cannot comprehend.

Next, even if you calculate it in advance, it's useless.

Night's sixth sense is frantically warning, operating beyond the limits of the brain, but no matter what, it can only measure the garbled code, and in the state of the naked eye, the messenger of destruction holds the sword in both hands, slowly raising it above his head, and next, what Cangye sees is...... It's dark!