The black mist has a strong aura of negative energy, and the people standing around have a feeling of coldness just by seeing it.

But what makes people more concerned is the violent fluctuations, violent and crazy.

Judging by perception alone, it is as if the person in front of him has suddenly become a bucket of water with ice on the outside but explosives inside, and in a breath, the bucket becomes a water tank.

Anyone can tell that if you continue to do so, something will happen that you don't want to remember.

"You're all going to die!"

The other side roared fiercely, but his eyes were staring at Dean.

Of the assignments he was given, only the man in front of him was noteworthy.

As for the rest?

In his state at the moment, it is not worth mentioning at all.

If it weren't for the many limitations of such a state, and every time he used it, there would be a great backlash, and he would have wiped out the Wind Tribe in the simplest way.

"Zelgaon, Crowned ......"

"Noise!"

The other party wanted to threaten something, but Dean interrupted the other party lightly.

At the same time, a beam of moonlight shone down from the evening sky and fell straight on the other party's body.

Laugh at!

It was as if boiling water was used to water the snow, and in an instant, the black mist melted, and the negative energy and the violent fluctuations disappeared without a trace.

Only the other party was left alone.

At this moment, the other party's appearance has changed greatly.

As the negative energy disappeared, the power used as a disguise also disappeared, revealing the true face of the other party - a middle-aged man with a pale face.

And the most impressive thing is the other party's triangular eyes.

Especially when there is resentment and horror in it.

"I will have a battle with Morbius, so the threatening words of your mouth. I don't need to say it at all - I just want to know something, something I want to know! ”

Dean said this, and looked at Rand on the side. Tempest, asked, "Can you give me a separate room?" ”

"Of course, Your Majesty!"

The young man replied in a tone of reverence.

Although he still had surprise and disbelief in his heart at the moment, it was when he was most desperate. It was Dean who reached out to him.

On this alone, the young man knows what to do.

The young man led Dean with the Morbius minions to the largest treehouse, which was the young man's room.

Rand. Tempest pushed the door open, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar room.

A moment earlier, Rand. Tempest thinks he's going to lose the one in front of him, or even die in some unknown corner.

However, a moment later, it turned around again.

Everything was back to the way it was.

Rand. Tempest looked at everything in front of him and realized the unreality from the bottom of his heart.

A feeling of being separated from the world pervades the young man's heart. His eyes were confused.

Airplanes!

As if sensing the master's heart, the Sword of the Wind trembled slightly.

Feeling the ripples coming from the Sword of the Wind, Rand. The wind took a deep breath, his eyes gradually cleared, and the young man turned to Dean and knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, I want to be your follower!" ”

Dean, who bound Morbius's minions with moonlight, looked at the young man who made such a request in amazement.

If it is expelled from the Wind Tribe, the other party is in a desperate situation. Dean must not have been surprised to make such a request to him.

But. Now that the other party has regained the grasp of the Sword of the Wind and has the capital to stand up, Dean will naturally be surprised to make such a request at this time.

"Your Majesty, something like this has happened, and I need to sober up for a while. And I hope to be able to follow you during this time! ”

Looking at Dean's astonishment, Rand. Hurricane said.

And this made Dean more and more surprised, Dean looked at the other party young, even with a somewhat immature face, as if he was looking at an old man who was about to be wooden.

Rand. Does Blast have a grudge against the rest of the Blast Tribe?

Of course there is. Dean can fully imagine what has happened to the other party during this time.

Maybe Rand. Tempest didn't suffer any physical damage, but in soul and heart, it was enough energy to destroy a person.

Words are like knives!

Dean knows this very well.

Wasn't it for this reason that he and his wife were separated in the first place?

Therefore, no one knows the power of 'words' better than Dean, especially the gossip mixed with some unknown people, which is enough to make people despair.

In such a situation, if there is enough counterattack force, it is not too much to do anything.

However, Rand. The wind is different.

Because, while hating the Wind Tribe, Rand. There is love in the wind.

The place where I grew up is called 'home'!

No one can let go of their feelings of 'home'.

So, Rand. Tempest chose to leave temporarily.

It takes a while for the young man to be calm before he can understand how he should face the current Tempest Tribe.

Dean thought a little in his heart, and grasped the mentality of the young man.

To this, he has no objection.

"We need to face that evil god, and you will be one of the indispensable forces!"

Dean said.

"Understood!"

Rand. Tempest nodded, turned around and walked out of the room, but when he reached the door, he turned around again and saluted Dean respectfully, "Thank you again for all you have done for me, your deeds will be remembered and spread by the entire Tempest Tribe for generations to come!" ”

With that, the young man went out and closed the door.

Dean was smiling.

Isn't that what he's trying to achieve?

The merits that have been remembered and passed on from generation to generation will naturally produce the power of faith, and moreover, after experiencing the initial enormity, it will continue to flow for a long time.

It's like the souls of those who want to follow him from the bottom of their hearts.

Halfway through his goal, Dean turned his head and looked at Morbius's minions—the rest was naturally the other half.

"I will not betray Your Majesty!"

Triangle Eyes looked at Dean fiercely.

"Really?"

Dean asked with a smile.

"Of course!"

Triangle Eyes replied with a stiff neck.

Merely. The next moment, the triangular eyes wailed wildly.

A white flame appeared on the opponent's left hand, burning slowly.

The burning of the flames is definitely the highest pain for the human body, especially when Dean controls the strength. In an extremely slow way, when burning the opponent, it makes every minute and second as long as a year, and under such a long premise, the pain immediately increases exponentially.

Of course, Dean gave the other party more than just pain.

His voice was as slow as a controlled flame, ringing in the ears of the other party—

"You know what? When I walked into the Tempest Tribe, I found you and the Sword of the Tempest! Your disguise is good, and the Sword of the Wind is very hidden. I even used the power of alchemy to completely cover his aura, but under my 'domain', everything became the slightest bit clear! Is it hard to understand? Actually, it's not difficult, haven't you noticed that my power is very similar to that of Morbius? ”

"That's right, you guessed it, it's the 'moon'! It's just that Morbius's 'moon' has been swept off the altar, and mine is ascending the altar - up and down. Isn't it amazing? Morbius has a hunting mentality for me, and why don't I have the same mentality? 'The Moon'. After all, there's only one! ”

"And what are you caught in the middle of? Abandoned son? Well, indeed an outcast! After all, Mobius knows my details very well, but under such a premise, Mobius still sent you out! Think of the Sunset City-State, the Thunder City-State, the Flame City-State, and the Frost City-State. Didn't you notice that only your Tempest Tribe was very different? ”

Dean's voice turned into a sword, attacking the opponent's defenses.

And obviously, Dean's half-truths have played a considerable role.

"Nonsense! His Majesty won't do that! ”

Triangle Eyes endured the pain and yelled loudly.

"Won't do that? So, can you tell me since Mobius won't do it. Why will it give me the opportunity to face you! It knows that you don't have any chance, but it has to deliver you to me! Don't you think it's weird? Even, I'm guessing, it expects the scene in front of me - it needs to get some wrong message to me through your mouth! Tsk, what a Mobius style! ”

Faced with Dean's rhetorical question, Triangle Eyes fell silent.

Dean's last words had become the last straw that overwhelmed his defense.

Because, as Dean said, Morbius used to do it.

Moreover, more than once.

At that time, he used to laugh at that guy's bad luck and lack of knowing whether to live or die.

But when he became the one who was ridiculed, he found that such things were not funny at all.

He couldn't laugh at all.

"No, it's all your guess!"

Triangular Eyes roared again.

Looking at the other party's appearance, Dean smiled in his heart.

It's just the other party's dying throes!

When the other party was silent before, his psychology had already compromised.

Dean, who has considerable experience in torture, can see it at a glance.

And Dean wasn't in a hurry.

Even though he needed more time now, Dean knew better that if he wanted to get everything out of the other person's mouth, he needed to take his time.

Torture is more than just pain and humiliation.

Patience is also required.

This is true for both the torturer and the tortured.

Fortunately, torturers generally take the initiative.

Dean happens to play that role.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)