Hot sand spilled from Dean's fingers, and then, straight down.

Leaning on the support of his arms, Dean slowly stood up.

"At least 40°!"

Dean made a preliminary estimate of the temperature and pulled up his hood to cover the top of his head.

For Dean, whose physique has entered the 'domain' level, even if the temperature is several times higher, no matter how direct exposure to the sun is, it is okay, but the instinct of the body allows him to maintain a protective measure as much as possible.

Glancing at a place with only a third of health remaining.

Dean quickly recovered in a [mixed element] style, and at the same time had palpitations.

The scene just now is definitely quite dangerous for Dean.

The rules are distorted!

It was the first time he had encountered it.

"Is it based on the rules of Ryrol?"

Dean secretly guessed, and at the same time, took out what the Heavenly Dead called 'Saint. The branches' branches, connecting the other three.

However, none of them can be accurately linked.

Whether it's Longlang, Flowing Fire, or Heavenly Death, it's the same.

"It's ......"

Dean subconsciously thought of the sudden power when they entered Ryrol.

Motthill!

According to the information provided by the Heavenly Dead, Dean is extremely sure that this power comes from this being.

As for the so-called Your Majesty not to participate in the war?

No one of them will be involved in the war!

However, that doesn't mean that items with their power can't be.

For example: Dean is holding the 'St. Branches'!

Perhaps the only difference is that it is more or less. and the difference in the way things are done.

As for whether it is fair or not?

Dean definitely doesn't dwell on that.

The gap between the two sides is heaven and earth. The word 'fair' is a joke in itself.

And. Now is not the time for him to probe this question!

What he needs most now is to find him Longlang, Flowing Fire and Heavenly Death.

Because, if they weren't fast enough, they would probably be broken by each one!

At the very least, Dean was sure that in Ryrol, the spokesperson for the 'Motthill' crown had been fully prepared.

Such adequate preparation is not at all like treating this place as a battlefield, but as if it is ...... Take control of this place!

If that's the case. He is not safe at the moment.

Even, for the purpose of 'control', the other party will send people to quickly 'clear' him, the 'intruder'.

"There should be information I don't know!"

Dean groaned,

Although he had a general idea of the current situation, Dean did not have much of a grasp of the actual situation.

At the same time, this perception has not changed, Dean's original plan!

After discerning the direction, Dean walked briskly towards the east.

One of the longest rivers in Ryrol is just to the east. It runs through almost the whole of Rirol, and on both sides of the river are many cities.

In the 'St. Branches' unusable premise. Entering the city, searching for and probing the traces of Longlang, Flowing Fire and Heavenly Death became Dean's first choice.

And, of course, ...... Emerald Grand Duke!

And the enemies that could appear?

As long as Dean still wants to build the 'Seal of the Overlord', then he can't escape.

You can only move forward!

What's more, except for the 'spokesperson' under the crown, the other party will not cause any trouble to him.

And that 'spokesperson' should be focusing on something important here or the body of the Celestial Death at this moment.

After all, only the killing of the 'spokesman' will effectively change the situation - it is the rule of this 'war'!

No matter how many people participate in each crown, only their respective 'spokespersons' can be representatives!

To put it simply, if you want to let a 'crown' out, it is most direct to kill that spokesperson.

And the others were killed, and it still didn't work.

Of course, because the number of 'spokespersons' under each crown is different, there are still some subtle changes.

For example, there is a limit on the number of 'spokespersons' per crown.

Six!

This is the news that Dean got from the Celestials.

Therefore, Dean knows very well that when many people are focusing on those 'spokespersons', the probability of him encountering a real opponent is very low!

Dean had already thought about this.

But that doesn't stop Dean from targeting these 'spokespeople'!

Fight for war!

Dean had already thought about it.

……

In Ryrol, somewhere in the town square, black-robed people stood one after another, and a slender and tall man was surrounded in the center.

"My lord, the traces of the four have been determined!"

A cold voice rang out from under the black robes.

"Oh, who is it?"

The slender body was half-leaning in the chair, and the black robe was retreated to the waist, revealing an extremely strong body and strange patterns.

The blood-stained palm kept brushing over these strange patterns.

Immediately, the patterns turned bright red.

Then, he actually came back to life, constantly twisting on this cultivated body, licking and eating the blood on the body.

And this feeling seemed to make the slender man feel enjoyment, he made a burst of ** sounds, and then, jumped straight into the 'bathtub' on one side!

A 'bathtub' filled with blood!

On one side of the tub was a long tube, and at the end of the tub was a deep pit with thousands of corpses.

Men, women, and children were separated by their throats, and blood gushed out and went down the tube into the 'bath'.

Faced with such a scene, the black-robed people around him seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and they simply ignored the report.

"Yes, Liss El's 'spokesperson' Heavenly Death!"

Honorifics are included in the utterance. But in a cold tone. But there is not the slightest hint of respect.

"Oh. Is it the guy we claim to be the strongest 'newcomer'? The man soaked in blood smiled sarcastically, and then waved his hand and said, "Go, get rid of all his helpers, but don't hurt our strongest 'newcomer'...... I'm very interested in his blood! ”

"Yes, sir!"

The man in the black robe should be.

……

Driftfire shook his head and slowly crawled out of the deep sand pit.

Although at the last minute utilize elementalization. He didn't suffer much damage, but the dark and chaotic air currents he had encountered in the 'rift' before made Flowing Fire feel extremely uncomfortable.

It's like a flock of sparrows chirping in your ear.

Irritability, unspeakable irritability, rises from the bottom of the fire.

"Damn, it's still affecting me!"

Flowing fire slapped his head vigorously, so that he could judge the current situation more calmly.

In the last scene, the scene of Heavenly Death being struck by that great force and vomiting blood instantly appeared in the bottom of Liuhuo's heart.

Almost subconsciously, the flow of fire came out with the 'Saint. The branches' began to contact the Celestial.

However, to the disappointment of Flowing Fire, it was not only the Heavenly Death that could not be contacted. Even Dean and Takashi couldn't be reached.

"What's wrong?"

Flowing Fire pondered.

However, the irritability in his heart made it difficult for him to think clearly.

But. One thing is still there!

Fighting instincts!

Therefore, when that sound of breaking the air appeared, Liuhuo subconsciously tilted his head.

Sou!

A stone shot out of the desert grazed the cheek of the flowing fire.

A hint of bright red ran down the cheeks of the flowing fire.

"Can you even get out of the way?"

A slightly surprised voice sounded from behind the flowing fire, and a man in a black robe walked out slowly, and the stones in his palms kept moving.

"Absolutely! Does this 'noise' want to affect me? ”

Liuhuo turned around with a sneer and looked at the black-robed man behind him.

"People with a hard mouth generally don't end well!"

The other party threw the stones, and immediately, the stones were suspended in the air, and the next moment, they shot out like bullets.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Of the five stones, none of them missed the target, and they completely hit the body of the flowing fire.

"Tsk, that's what happens to hard-mouthed people!"

After looking at the blood-flowing fire, especially the large hole that penetrated back and forth in the heart, the black-robed man turned around with a sneer and prepared to leave.

However, as soon as he took a step, a scorching breath came out from behind him.

Subconsciously, the black-robed man was about to dodge.

However, the scorching breath behind him was even faster.

By the time the black-robed man came back to his senses, he had been tightly wrapped in a flame man.

"Hey, where are you going? My assault is just getting started! ”

The muffled voice of the fire rang out.

"You, your heart?"

The black-robed man looked at the flowing fire.

"I'm a fire man! Fire has no body! ”

The sound of the fire became deeper and deeper, and then, the flames in his body burst out.

Rumble!

A pillar of fire, twenty feet in diameter, rose into the sky.

Among them, there are certain wails and screams.

……

In a dilapidated and weathered abandoned town, Long Lang looked at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The hostility on the other side is obvious!

"I think we can simply communicate, after all, we don't have real entanglements of interests......"

Long Lang said almost subconsciously.

"Kill!"

And the other party's answer is also clean and clean.

A touch of cold light slashed straight at Long Lang's neck with the other party's low drink.

Then, just like that, it swept over Long Lang's neck.

It's just that Long Lang doesn't have the slightest thing!

On the contrary, the person who made the attack had his head flying up and blood spurting out.

"I said, we can communicate briefly!"

Rumolo said this, and then, again discerning the direction, he needed to find a real city, and he believed in the 'Saint. If the branches are useless, Dean, Drifting Fire, and Heavenly Death will move towards it.

PS First Update~~ (To be continued......)