?Under the sky shrouded in negative energy clouds, there is a sky of gravel rising from all over the island and gathering somewhere on the island.

At first, it was just a tan sphere with a diameter of about ten meters, on which Dalton Warren stood. The entire sand ball began to spread downward, and changes in shape appeared.

neck, arms, chest...

Even if it is only half-length, there are still giants more than ten meters tall who finally appeared on this island.

The sand and dust that has not yet fully integrated into the body of the sand giant surrounds it, gradually turning into something similar to the gravel belt around the planet.

At this moment, the people who were fighting in other areas on the island felt as if a boulder had been pressed against their hearts, and their strength was slightly weaker. who wants to escape the range that the sand giant's power can affect.

The real dominant powerhouse, Dalton Warren, is starting to get real!

Standing on top of the sand giant, Dalton's eyes fell on Behemoth Edward, who looked no more than the size of an ant. He habitually put his hands into the left and right pockets of his coat.

Anyone who is familiar with Dalton Warren knows that the burly-looking chief of the alien bureau is actually a complete elemental alien, whose fighting style and the police chief are two complete extremes.

"Edward, apart from yourself, no one in Demingham knows more about your abilities than I do. Explosion and slashing mean extreme speed and destructive power. It should be the easiest to deal with a heretic like me. of."

Dalton did not shy away from the repressive relationship between the two. During the Thunderstorm War, he had seen too many heretics who were forcibly beheaded within a few seconds of meeting Edward. At the moment Edward's amazing speed, his body was chopped into two pieces.

As Demingham's only Dominant-level heretic, from the moment Dalton decided to go to the opposite of Edward, his imaginary enemy has always been Edward.

"Over the years, in order to deal with you, I have thought of many ways, but I still can't think of a move that can crack your swordsmanship. In the past, I fought with you, and winning three in ten games is the limit, but today is different. The poison on your body will soon break out. I know this is your last battle, and I know that you will fight with me in a way that burns your soul, so... I am not going to give you this chance. "

As soon as the voice fell, a sand platform was born under Dalton's feet, lifting him up into the sky.

Dalton's answer to Edward's fight to the death is simple, run!

Not simply fleeing the battlefield, but leaving the sand giant as Edward's opponent, involving him while placing himself in an absolutely safe position.

He's going to consume Behemoth Edward to death!

It's okay to be called despicable or a villain.

Once the civilian Dalton entered the fighting state, all he thought about was how to win.

Respect the enemy?

For him, it was only when he was facing a certain enemy that he would have the same idea of ​​giving alms when he saw a beggar.

And what he is facing now is a dominance-level alien with a mortal determination. The opponent's pursuit is still the ultimate explosive output, and he is confronting people head-on?

How much water does the brain have to go into to do such a stupid thing?

Victory is everything.

This is Dalton's creed!

Behemoth Edward looked at the cloud of negative energy that was so close to it that he couldn't even see a human figure from his position.

Points of light representing the energy of the soul poured out from all over Edward's skin, and immediately turned into a deep red, as if every bit of soul was ignited at this time.

Dalton's idea was correct. For Edward, who was the last battle, burning his soul was the only way he could defeat the former.

Unfortunately, even this step was still counted by Dalton.

"Edward, this is where your bones are buried..."

Dalton knew too much about Edward's talent, bursting and slashing, coupled with burning souls, in terms of ground-based duels alone, Edward in this state would definitely make most of the dominance-level aliens of the same level go unnoticed. But what if his slashing could tear space apart?

If it doesn't fall on him, it's just empty talk after all.

Edward standing in the open space is still burning his soul, completely and unreservedly!

The long knife was inserted in front of him, and his eyes fell on the sand giant in front of him. He didn't move, and the sand giant didn't move, as if he was determined to make a sandbag.

He raised his hand expressionlessly, and the space ring he had given to Nancy before returned to his hand at some point.

When he woke up before, he noticed this space ring. At first, he was extremely disappointed, but when his consciousness entered his space ring and found what was inside, he turned to joy.

After wiping it with his fingers, a bottle of potion fell into his hand, and the label on it clearly read: Lionheart potion.

The exact same potions that Nancy had eaten for her soul puppets appeared in Edward's hands one by one.

He poured all these medicines into his throat, and finally came out a note.

"Father, I forgive you!"

This is what was written on the note.

"Oh, Borsh, you still like to do this kind of boring stuff..."

Putting the note in his pocket, Edward knew that it wasn't written by Nancy, but it didn't seem to matter who wrote it at this time.

What if it was true?

At least these potions don't lie.

"There are a lot of things prepared."

Squinting, Dalton's eyesight is not bad, as a dominant class, his body has surpassed mortals to a certain extent.

"Nancy, I know you can hear, you can control the wind silk, you should have the talent of Gooniz, in order to achieve your goal, how about helping me, the sinner, in the end?"

Reaching out to hold the long knife, the breath exhaled between his mouth and nose shattered the sand and stones that were attacking him in an instant.

With all the power restrained, he cast his eyes to the sky, and said softly.

A wisp of wind came along with the wind and circled around Edward, creating a pair of azure wings behind him like weaving embroidery.

With full power released, the wind wing took Edward to the sky. Dalton, who was at a high altitude, looked at this scene with a gloomy expression.

"I didn't expect that you still have this preparation... Quicksand shape!"

The heavy sand giant beneath him suddenly slashed his arms, and the heavy sand armor formed before the next moment peeled off instantly, and a smaller bird formed of sand and gravel was born out of the sand giant and fluttered its wings.

There was a gust of wind on the flat ground, and the sand platform under Dalton's feet seemed to be magnetic, and fell vertically on the bird's back.

Can't beat it, can't run?

However, Edward told him with practical actions that if he wanted to run, he had to ask the chasing people whether they agreed or not!

This is the wings condensed by the silk of the wind, and its speed is not comparable to the sand bird formed by a pile of heavy gravel.

When the blue light flickered, Edward appeared in front of Sand Bird's head.

"Edward!!"

Dalton's roar can still be clearly heard by the people below even at a height of 100 meters.

Knife Technique · Crack!

In the next second, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the sky...

The battle is not entangled, Edward's talent, the pursuit of the ultimate explosion at that moment, after burning the soul and drinking so many potions, in the end only a knife.

This knife shatters the space.

Kill Dalton Warren!

"Is this the dominance level?"

Donald looked at the vision in the sky. The previous sand giant transformed into a sand bird was shocking enough for him. However, before this knife, these things turned into nothingness, and the impact can be imagined.

"Losing... Lord Warren, dead..."

The two sides were fighting, but the leader was beheaded and killed, and he seemed to be running away from the beginning to the end.

This is undoubtedly devastating to the momentum of the thunderstorm.

Looking at the crack in the space, I don't know how many thunderstorm remnants fell to the ground, and their energy seemed to be taken away.

In fact they did lose.

Dalton Warren, the Lady of Despair fell one after another.

The three leaders in the thunderstorm were killed by Donald alone, and the remaining one was facing the deputy director of the Discord Bureau, Clark.

The remaining people may still be able to win in low-end combat power by relying on numbers.

But it was a pointless victory...

The energy of the riots in the air will eventually dissipate.

However, no one fell from the sky.

Dalton Warren was crushed into flesh and blood by the cracks in the space, and once the effect of Behemoth Edward's burning soul disappeared, the side effects of the medicine on his body naturally broke out completely with the decline of his body.

Only one space ring slowly fell from the air under the connection of the wind thread, and finally fell into Nancy's hands.

Semir, Borsh and Fern looked at the sky over there. UU reading www.uukanshu.com watched helplessly as old friends sacrificed themselves for the ultimate success of this plan. The faces of these weathered men appeared undisguised.

But now they haven't come to the time to reminisce about the past.

"Say, who gave you this chart and the information here!"

The mechanical puppets surrounded the people of the Saintess, and the threat could no longer be obvious.

"Someone called the Lady of Thorns... We don't know where she came from, but she once mentioned an organization called the Deep Cult in her speech... According to her, This organization foresees the end of this world in some secret way, and soon the world will face the end, and only a new **** can save the world..."

The lady of pain, who seemed to be lost, finished these words intermittently, turned around and pulled out the knife from the waist of the guard beside her, and stabbed her heart with her backhand.

Faith is dead.

She could not find the meaning of continuing to live.