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Three days later, the roar of the Daxodas could be faintly heard in the capital where the sun never sets. And at the very top of the fortress, a huge fireball was rising, hovering a hundred meters in the air, spreading the light and heat rich in divine aura to the entire city where the sun never sets, like a new sun rising in the sky!

Eternal brilliance, its grandeur is like the mountains and the sea, you sometimes forget its existence, but it is everywhere.

When the new sun hangs high above the city on which the sun never sets, the outside of the fortress becomes a world of darkness.

In the deep darkness, countless strong men of Daxoldas were roaring angrily, almost mad. As an absolute opposite, the eighty-six perfect life annihilation camp, as old rivals who have fought each other for nearly a thousand years, it is not the first time that the people of Daxodas have seen eternal brilliance, and they have also deeply experienced its omnipresent power. However, what drives them crazy is the source of power generated by eternal brilliance.

According to Norland's interpretation, the eternal radiance circle burns all sacrifices. But from Daxodas's point of view, the so-called sacrifices are the corpses of their compatriots who have been cut off.

However, in the few legion fortresses occupied by the Daxodas, there are also several large-scale dark circles. The source of power that drives the circle is the ** and soul that have been captured by the Norland powerhouses over the years.

This is war.

War.

The war never ends.

War and strife can be seen between planes, continents, races, nations, lords, neighbors, brothers and sisters, and relatives, and this is the eternal theme of intelligent life.

Now, war is rife in Richard's life. Day and night, there was always a fight, screams, or moans wafting into Richard's room and into his ears. Richard always turned a deaf ear to these sounds, and did not distract from them, because to be able to hear the sound of the eighty-six perfect words of life means to be safe. Approach without sound is the danger.

Oh no, the word danger doesn't seem to be quite accurate. But Richard didn't have time to find a more precise definition.

It was dusk, and Richard was standing in front of his workbench, concentrating on the magic pen, and under the tip of the pen, which was as slender as a needle, a perfect line was extending on the substrate, and the extracts of several magic materials were flowing from the tip of the pen in different mixing ratios driven by Richard's magic power, giving various power attributes to the drawn lines.

This is also the most frustrating part for countless builders, mixing different magical materials in a single line, and the proportions change accordingly as the line spreads.

The line finally came to an end, and Richard suddenly disappeared from his workbench. The next moment he had appeared in front of the window, the savage slaughter short knife in his hand vibrating at a high frequency that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and slowly handed it forward.

Outside the window, a demon poked his head out and cautiously looked into the room, and then his entire view was completely taken over by a blade that was getting closer and closer.

The savage slaughter stabbed into the Demon's head without hindrance, and then with a soft thud, the Demon's entire shoulder and above exploded, and the blood and flesh sprayed Richard's head and face, and splattered everywhere.

Richard clenched his teeth, his cheeks trembling slightly, apparently exerting himself to the extreme. He let out a cry of frustration, and looked back, and sure enough, a large cloud of blood had landed on the unfinished composition.

The blood of the demons has strong magical properties and corrosiveness, and Richard didn't need to check it to know that the structure was ruined again. This is already the fourth life that has been destroyed.

Perhaps for the first time in his life, Richard made a loss of capital, and a lot of losses.

The knife that had just pierced the demon's head was actually a superposition of a full eighteen knives, and the cumulative life extinguishing effect was so powerful that it instantly shattered the demon's body. In fact, this knife is surprising, and it hits the nail on the head, as long as three or five knives are superimposed. It's just that Richard is drawing a life to kill, and the killing intent in his chest is boiling, and he doesn't control the severity of his shot for a while.

It's not the first time that Richard has always been bloody with a knife, and then his outfit often suffers because of it. At the moment, this will certainly not be the last.

Richard snorted, switched to a new substrate, and picked up the magic pen again. Since he chose the city defense area as his residence, he would not change his original intention for this trivial matter.

At this moment, the anger and murderous intent accumulated in Richard's chest were almost overflowing, and with a stroke of the magic pen, a line of murderous intent jumped onto the paper. As soon as the first line came out, he already had a premonition that this picture of life would be different. So I couldn't care about anything else, and I was buried in the world of construction.

The magic pen swept across the substrate like the wind, the magic materials piled up around it were gradually consumed, the killing intent in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and the murderous aura in Richard's heart was gradually accumulating, like the deep sea before a storm.

A rat demon came, and it inexplicably split into two halves and fell in the courtyard. Another manta ray appeared, and it smelled a strong magical scent, which attracted it like cheese attracts mice. However, it had just swam into the courtyard through the large gap in the courtyard wall, and a spring of blood suddenly erupted from its back, and its tentacles had already shattered, and there was an extra blood pit on its back, pointing directly at its brain.

In this way, day and night passed, and Richard's life was about to be completed.

At this moment, a terrible shout suddenly came from not far away. It was a human voice, apparently experiencing unspeakable pain and fear to make such a distorted cry.

However, the human beings who are fighting in the capital where the sun never sets are all strong in the Holy Domain, that is, there are a few who have not reached the level of the Holy Domain or the Magister, and they are also strong people like Richard who need to restrain their own strength, or have some talents and want to get some sacrifices. What can scare a strong-willed man like this?

Richard's heart moved, put down the magic pen, walked upstairs, pushed open the window and looked out. From his point of view, he could see just beyond the city walls.

Not far from the city walls, a strong human man was being stripped naked, his hands and feet pierced with spikes, and he couldn't move. The two-headed rat demon was smearing him with a dark brown goo, the seasoning of the Daxodas. And next to it, there were more than a dozen Daxodas of different heights.

They actually want to add food, and the object of the meal is this captured human powerhouse!

Moreover, it is so close to the capital where the sun never sets.

Richard looked at it and knew that it must be a trap, and a very clumsy trap. But the terrible trombone sound of the human powerhouse was loud in the ears. Even the most determined person may collapse when faced with the desperate situation of being torn apart alive.

Richard returned to his workbench, thought about it, leaned over and grabbed the weapon box that had been leaning against the table, flipped it among the three long knives, then drew the short knife of savage slaughter and the long elven knife, pushed open the door, and walked out into the street.

Upon reaching the street, Richard was surprised to see White Night. The two men looked at each other, said nothing, and walked naturally towards the city gate. The white night was ahead, and Richard, with a knife in both hands, was slightly behind, protecting her flanks and back.

And so they went out of the city.

Moments later, Richard and White Night returned to the capital where the sun never sets. They had an unknown number of wounds on their bodies, and blood soaked everywhere, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the enemy's or their own blood. But the Sacred Domain powerhouse had already returned, but it was divided into two parts, the upper body was in Bai Ye's hands, and the lower body was carried by Richard. There were already some signs of gnawing on his body, but he finally came back.

At this time, a skirmish battle at the city gate that had been going on for a day and two nights had just come to an end. A small group of human powerhouses recaptured the city gates, temporarily driving the Daxoldas out of the city. They stared blankly at Richard and Bai Ye, and even more at the corpse of the Sacred Domain powerhouse who was almost buried in the belly of the Daxoldas, and they couldn't believe that these two people actually rushed into such an obvious trap, and then not only came back alive, but also snatched back the strong man, although it was only a corpse.

No one cheered or applauded for a while, they were thinking the same thing, White Night was a madman, and now there was another Richard.

With two thuds, the body of the Sacred Domain powerhouse was thrown in front of the group. Richard said lightly: "Bury him, it's quite loud." ”

This group of strong men was quite ashamed for a while, this person was originally one of them. Although the desperate situation faced is indeed terrifying, such a terrible cry is somewhat unreasonable, and it is extremely demoralizing on the human side. But he is dead, and the disgrace of his death will not be mentioned again. His name will remain on the Pillar of Heroic Spirits outside the Temple, along with all those who responded to the call to defend the Land of Twilight and gave their lives for it.

Richard and White Night naturally separated. He returned to his place of residence, slammed the door shut, knocked out a demon hiding behind the door with the back of his knife, and stood in front of the workbench, picked up the magic pen, took a deep breath, and poured out all the bloody and tragic battles of the battle, completing the final stroke of the construction!

A bloody light flashed in the room, and a faint roar seemed to come from an incomparably distant place!

Richard shuddered suddenly, and then woke up from his near-mad state. Looking at the composition in front of you again, it is indeed a life absolute, but it is obviously different from an ordinary life absolute.

There was a thick layer of blood light floating on its surface, and as he gazed at it, countless thoughts came to him, wanting to pour into Richard's consciousness. It doesn't look like a dead thing at all, but a construct with a soul of its own.

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