The moment he saw the Prime Minister's head fall to the ground, General Lucas only felt a sour feeling all over his body.

The motivation that supported him to desperately hold Moretti and never let go no matter what attack he received suddenly plummeted. His shoulders were completely crushed, and only a trace of flesh remained on his arm and left shoulder, and some of the fragments of bones were scattered with the blood on the ground, and some were stuck in his limbs, and the blood flowed out like a fountain of living water.

As the strength dissipated, the intense pain regained his mind, and Lucas slumped on the ground, moaning softly.

"!" Lucas said weakly: "It's good that I met Brother Valentine, otherwise Lao Tzu's arm would be useless." ”

"If you have the strength to talk nonsense, it means that the injury is not so severe." Although Faroua was still unforgiving, there was still a look of concern in his eyes. He walked to the wall next to him, pressed Father Valentine's chest, and said, "Relax, man. If you hold your body, it will be more difficult to draw your sword, and you will take another damage as a result. ”

Valentine nodded weakly.

Faroua pulled the blade from Valentine's ribs, bandaged Valentin's wound with ease, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, hurry up and clean up that dead dog." He gestured to Lucas, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"I'll be you." Lucas said weakly.

Grim laughter rang out without warning, and both Valentine and Lucas were startled - it was the voice of the Prime Minister!

They searched in amazement for the source of the sound.

General Faroua, however, walked over to Moretti's severed head. After the head was cut off, it rolled down on the ground several times, but the crown on the skull was firmly anchored, and there was no sign of falling off.

The sinister smile was Moretti's head.

Faroua lifted his foot and stomped it down.

The bloody neck under the skull spurted a stream of plasma from under the foot, looking like a water balloon that had been stepped on. Faroua's rude gesture was so effective that the sinister voice was cut off. Immediate results.

Faroua bent down, tugged at the crown, and lifted Moretti's head up.

"I know you're not dead, so you don't need to feel like this." Faroua glared at Moretti's head, "You think you can scare me like this?" Don't be delusional. Not all the people of the Lakhta Kingdom don't know the origin of this guy of yours, I know you very well, and I know you better than yourself. Moretti is just a mortal, your heart is crushed and you don't die, I knew then that Moretti's consciousness has probably been occupied by you; Now, you give me some peace and let Father Valentine heal the dead dog first. And then I'll deal with you, how about it? ”

Faroua's guess was accurate, and after the head was cut off, the last wisps of Moretti's consciousness disappeared with the fall of his body, and the evil spirit had taken over his broken body.

"How dare you—"

Unpretentious, Faroua lifted the crown and used Moretti's head as a boxing lob before landing a 10-point uppercut.

"You-"

A left hook that can score 10 points.

"I'll never—"

Faroua hung the crown on the throne with his head - which made Moretti's head look more like a boxing lob - and landed a very beautiful combination punch.

"Rude mortals!" The evil spirit screamed, "I don't feel pain! ”

"But it quiets you down." Faroua clenched his fists, "Warm-up." The game begins. ”

……

When Father Valentine completely controlled Marshal Lucas's injuries by treating serious injuries three times in a row, the two of them saw that a good head had been beaten into a pig's head by Faroua. Other than that. Because Father Valentine's healing spell had been cast, General Farua, who didn't need the evil spirits to be quiet, stopped.

The demon finally got a chance to speak.

"You vile, lowly human!" The evil spirit screamed angrily, "No matter how much you humiliate me, you can't kill me, I want you to know how powerful I am!" I'm going to make your life worse than dead! ”

"It's noisy!" Faroua began a new round of combinations.

Faroua will be among these days. All the depression and annoyance in my heart were vented, and in the end, even if the evil spirit had stopped talking. He also punched and kicked him to the ground: Moretti's head was unrecognizable—except for the crown, which was still spotless—and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell that such a mess could be a man's head.

Valentine sighed and said worriedly, "Faroua...... Although this guy is arrogant and hateful, he has a point. We can only control him temporarily, but there is no way to eliminate him. One day he will still run out, and he will still be in trouble. If you disturb his good deeds, and if he plots to take revenge on you, will not this kingdom be at peace? ”

Faroua laughed.

"Don't worry, Valentine." "I have a way to deal with this disgusting thing," Faroua said. ”

Father Valentine was astonished.

"What are you going to do?" Valentine asked.

Such a powerful evil spirit, even as a believer in the Holy Light, without such means as oracles, it would be difficult to hurt him in the slightest. He remembered that General Faroua was a warrior who didn't know anything magic, and although he had an unexpected understanding of the law of the soul, Father Valentine only thought that he had been looking for information on himself during the two days that Faroua had been missing. If Farua had any good solution to this, he really didn't believe it.

Even the evil spirit scoffed at it, but it didn't show it.

He is only an illusory spirit, and if he cannot tempt and control the host, he is not a threat in itself; Now the evil spirit is in a period of weakness, it is really unwise to offend Faroua, although he does not feel pain, but it is not good to be slapped in the face, this evil spirit is no different from humans, knowing that he may be beaten, why bother to ask for hardship?

Faroua was also very tired after a series of battles, and he leaned back on the throne seat and stretched.

"It's sad that you all can't trust me so much." Faroua smiled, "I said there was a way before I came. If you don't believe me. And why did you come here with me? ”

Father Valentine was stunned for a moment.

"I'm just here to do what I have to do." The priest bowed his head: "Whether you can deal with this evil spirit or not, I have to come here." This is my mission. ”

"It's so boring to talk to someone like you." General Faroua pouted: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, I'll tell you what will happen next." ”

General Faroua removed Moretti's head from his throne and flicked his crown with a clanging sound.

"The evil spirit has transferred its original power into the crown." Faroua said, "Now, all I need to do is take this crown off—"

He tried to do so, but it didn't work, and the crown was firmly attached to Moretti's head. Refused to come down.

"No matter how troublesome you are, you can't change your fate." Faroua looked at the evil spirit indifferently: "In this world, everything that happens is doomed. If something happens, then it will happen; If something doesn't happen, it won't happen no matter what you do. Demon, your demise is what is destined to happen. ”

Ignoring the demon's struggles, Faroua skillfully shaved the entire scalp off the old prime minister's head along Moretti's skull.

Naturally, the scalp is connected to the crown.

"Just like now." Faroua said coldly to the evil spirits, "No matter how much you struggle. In the end, it fell into my hands. ”

Under the horrified gaze of Valentine and Lucas, Faroua tore off the bloody scalp and pressed the crown to his head.

The demon let out an earth-shattering scream, a scream like thunder. It rang out in everyone's hearts.

The evil spirits struggled desperately, wailing, and a row of sharp silver thorns and glittering golden cones sprouted from the gorgeous and delicate crown, and Faroua was silent. He gritted his teeth and pressed the crown to his head, allowing the sharp thorns to cut him.

on his head. The place where the crown was shrouded was cut with countless wounds, and blood flowed down line after line, and soon Faruya's face was covered in blood, and it looked hideous and terrifying.

Yang Hai and the others looked at the crown and were stunned.

This time they entered the final quest item of the dungeon, the Crown of Thorns, which turned out to be how it appeared-

"What's going on!" Father Valentine was the first to react, and he shouted.

"I'm forcing an evil spirit to possess me." Faroua's face was covered in blood, but his eyes were unusually clear, but his sometimes strong, sometimes weak tone betrayed his physical sensations—the pain of ten thousand ants devouring his heart.

"You're crazy!" Lucas's injury had just been suppressed, and he was shocked when he heard this: "Stop." ”

"This crown is the sustenance that the evil spirit depends on after it materializes." Faroua said calmly, "Whoever touches it will be possessed. Its modest deeds are not enough to tempt me. This is the best option. ”

"But do you have to sacrifice yourself!" Lucas shouted angrily.

"That's the best thing to do, Lucas." Faroua smiled faintly: "Soon, this qiē will be over." Valentine, if you remember my words, you must remember. ”

The priest sighed and said, "Say it, my friend. ”

"The seal that sealed me, the kind that has been sleeping for a long, long time." Faroua looked at Valentine and said seriously: "It has been fused in my soul, I have been sealed, and its power has been lost, and it cannot leave, it cannot do evil, it can only be sealed with me." I will cooperate with you in the seal, I hope ...... You can always stand by my side, keep filling the seal, and keep this evil guy in the dark forever. ”

Valentine was silent.

"I know, I know it's not fair to you," Faroua said earnestly, "You're not from Lakhta, and if you promise me, it means you'll be guarding me for the rest of your life, and I'm not qualified to ask you to do that." But—"

"I promise you." Father Valentine lowered his eyelids: "You made a bigger sacrifice, don't be sorry for me. ”

"But I'm a Lakhta." Faroua sat down on the throne contentedly and closed his eyes: "I don't know if the result has been changed. But...... I've done what I've been able to do, and it looks like the land has been redeemed, hasn't it? So, don't be sad for me, guys. ”

Valentine was silent.

Lucas burst into tears.

The breeze blew into the temple, and the smell of blood mixed with the fresh air, giving off an astringent fishy smell. Lucas's tears rolled in his eyes.

He's about to lose his best friend, and there's nothing he can do about it.

We completed an epic war.

Yet, yet.

Is our kingdom, this beautiful land, really worth the sacrifice of a good man's life to protect?

For the first time, Lucas had such doubts.

Behind him, Father Valentine had taken out the canon, placed it on Faroua's chest, and sang a hymn......

And where they couldn't see, in the underground of the Prime Minister's Mansion, in a cold, damp corner where there was no daylight, something was quietly happening.

The alchemists, who were privately raised by Moretti, are now following Moretti's orders to destroy the "elixir of life" they have developed.

They chose to pour the potion into the river, and with the river, it flowed into the boundless sea of magnificence.

What they don't know is that the river makes nine turns and eighteen bends in the lofty mountains of the western continent before flowing into the sea, turning into a stream under the cliff and into a clear spring next to the mountain forest...... Into...... In the well of the royal city of Lakhta.

Whether you want it or not, the result is doomed.

You can change the process, but you can't change the outcome. What should happen, no matter how you try to stop it...... Eventually, it will happen. (To be continued......)