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Chapter 396 "Dance of Fire"

The white crown remained motionless. Clear Hong's shadow within the sea of ​​flowers sensed the nodes scattered across the vast expanse of space. The crown dimmed slightly, its blood-red core slowly turning within it. This time, its purpose wasn't to destroy—that was simple. But this time, it seemed to "understand."

It seems that he will not force the White Crown this time - has he discovered the problem with the White Crown...

Then he is going to die on this trip.

However, Qing Hongying just shrugged his shoulders. Even if he died, he couldn't get out. He had to wait. The power of the black snake thoughts, information sea fragments, and several evil demons and superior projections he obtained had only recovered a little... Bai Guan was a little unwilling to listen to himself. After all, lies are based on truth, and the dream of "rebirth" is becoming more and more solid.

This is really difficult... Xiaoxie lowered his head and "saw" the icy lakes under the sea of ​​flowers... and the curled-up reflection.

Close your eyes, and the "deep sea" flows slowly across this world, the undulating ocean stretching freely and wantonly. It breathes and beats, like a giant heart slowly beating, and the first signs of "life" emerge...

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"The Duke actually wants to support the Red Dragon as the master... Oh my God, King Tara... How long has it been since Victoria last met King Tara?" Even after so many days, the soldiers on the high-speed battleship were still filled with shock and admiration for the generosity of the big man who wielded the Iron Crown of Thorns. After all, they truly felt Victoria's shock.

The handling of the remnants of Deep Pool was also proceeding in an orderly manner, screening out the valuable and sacrificing the cancer. The outside world was unaware of the quiet and efficient handling of Deep Pool within Tara. Wellington was very arrogant. On the surface, his accusations and attacks on Deep Pool were like a storm, but in fact, the targets of his plan had already spread to every Duke of Victoria - whether they supported it or not, Wellington would not make a mistake at this time. This was a gamble:

The bloody war traumatized the armies of the major dukes. Stafford and Caster, who were the first to be hit, had to consider whether they would be pushed to the position of sacrifice if they wanted to revolt. And for all the dukes, as the harvest season was approaching, in order to use the excuse of war to suppress the purchase price of grain, the consumption of stored grain in recent days was very low. Wellington was obviously not a short-term opponent. Even if the dukes joined forces, the deterrent effect of the reputation of the "Iron Duke" stained with Gallic blood would not be weakened.

But the dukes were not of one mind, and some of them even showed signs of leaning towards Wellington - or Tara. When Wellington secretly hinted to the electors on the border of Leithnia, Windermere, another militarily powerful force, had to lead the marquis back to the border to confront their ambitions.

"What do you think about the Qianfeng City incident?" The soldiers were silent. The so-called "Deep Pool Conspiracy" was just an explanation to the civilians and a target for criticism. However, as they were closer to the truth, they naturally understood that this was the most vicious move in the Duke's plan.

Without food, who could sustain a protracted war? Accepting Nasr Shah's food would be tantamount to accepting Wellington's rhetoric. Rejecting Nasr Shah's food would necessitate massive imports. Leithania, eyeing the enclave with eagerness, would inevitably control quantity and price. Casimir himself, having dealt with the aftermath of the Bloody Rebellion, harbored deep resentment. Even more distant nations would face enormous expenditures, making them even less able to wage war.

At this moment, human life is worth less than grass. This man, who was bound by the shackles of the "Duke" identity by other dukes, chose to exchange the widespread wailing for the flying flag of Tara.

But... what is this uneasy feeling in my chest? What is this organ that makes me speechless and throb violently when faced with certain questions?

Is it conscience?

"...In the past, when we couldn't hold our heads up, they went much further than we did." The conversation on the deck finally ended with an evasive conclusion. To be honest, their idle chat had violated discipline, but the Duke had been particularly tolerant recently. The brief exchange soothed their anxious minds, and they returned to a state of high alert. Not long after, it was time for the shift change.

The soldiers saluted each other, but the moment they opened their mouths, they felt suffocated. Their words shattered in the foamy air, turning into fragments of indistinguishable murmurs. Even the air became turbid. Anxiety tore through reality at this moment, and in fear, they immediately sounded the alarm.

However, like green smoke, the alarm sounded crookedly and crawled for a distance in the air, and it was completely unable to play its due role. However, this horrific fact seemed to happen not only on the deck. Soon, panicked soldiers and officers of all ranks rushed onto the deck.

They didn't understand what was happening, but there was no doubt that they were in the most tense and extraordinary period, and it was obvious that they were under some kind of attack - but they didn't see the attacker at all, only the uneasiness and fear of the unknown were growing rampant.

Along with the spread of silence, pressure also spread. Every soldier enveloped in the silence felt that their blood vessels were burdened with invisible pressure. Pain and restlessness were lurking. Their physical condition became extremely bad. Those with relatively weak willpower even collapsed in shock. Unable to withstand this restlessness, the Tara soldiers rolled on the deck, banged their heads, and cried out silently.

But the impact does not stop there. The officers with strong physical fitness are enduring the discomfort and organizing discipline to try to find out the cause.

Amidst the broken noise, the sergeant with bloodshot eyes rushed to the control room and activated the communication equipment. However, the signal was like being thrown into the deep ocean, not even a ripple was stirred up. The sea surface was heaving like a giant beast taking a long breath.

The sound of the wind disappeared.

A thin figure emerged from the thick air and appeared behind the defense line of the high-speed warships.

Following the roaring emotions in his chest, the sound overflowed from the "ocean", broke through the boundary between dreams and reality, and poured out from the boy's chest. However, the spectacular roar of the mountains and the sea did not appear. The sounds of the mountains, clouds, and city-state warships were completely eliminated. Everything was silent, leaving only tranquility.

The White Crown was dormant, and Ling Dengxian was unable to control it. However, when he arrived at Nasrsha without hesitation, the accumulated emotions were almost uncontrollable. He followed his thoughts, "paralyzed" the difficulties in front of him, and allowed him to pass through the obstacles... to find the most important person and ask for an explanation.

...This was probably the "seed" Isamara mentioned. Ling Dengxian was not completely clueless, but at this moment, he didn't have time to delve into it.

Leaving the high-speed battleship behind, he stepped into the city of Nasrsha. Whenever he sensed the gathering of soldiers, he would be hidden by the thick air, avoiding the perception of ordinary people and choosing a relatively secret route. His target was the fluttering flag of the Tara Red Dragon. For no reason, he felt that Draco, who "invited" him, must be waiting for him there.

The influence of "tranquility" was gradually weakening, but Ling Dengxian never thought of retreating, nor did he expect such favorable conditions to last forever.

The first person who appeared in front of him to block him, Philin, raised his staff tremblingly. He was a little surprised, but did not care. As he went deeper, it was only a matter of time before he was discovered by the elite. The person he was looking for was not Mandela, and she did not seem to be a real character involved.

The appearance of Bai Yan made the quiet space loosen. He drew out the white sword and did not order Mandela to move away, because that was a waste of words. The coldness stung Filin, and Mandela let out a roar mixed with fear and anger. The strange and quiet blockade was broken, and the sword light flashed. The core of the earth and stone creation that had just condensed was cut through and collapsed to the ground.

The second sword was swung, and Ling Dengxian and Mandela crossed paths. The white sword returned to its sheath. Mandela's expression was a mixture of fear and unwillingness. She knelt on the ground, and the khaki magic light collapsed along with the staff split in two. She covered her lower abdomen with blood and growled:

"That has nothing to do with the leader! It was the orator who made the decision! He was the one who pushed the button... and me."

"...The Orator is dead, right?" the young man said expressionlessly, his steps unwavering. "And you're still alive. Don't force me to kill you."

Mandela also spontaneously contracted oripathy in that canyon, and could still cast spells without his staff.

"...Why do I have to go find her...Tara, hasn't Tara been devoured by Victoria enough?!" Mandela struggled twice, but couldn't stand up. Ling Dengxian attacked without causing any trouble to herself. When she wanted to fight desperately, the back of that person who never stopped was almost out of sight.

Mandela was not really so weak that she was no match for him, but he had seen her cast spells too many times. Mandela had not received any real systematic training, and the core of her spells was the same. She lost because Ling Dengxian was too familiar with her spells and had sufficiently precise swordsmanship.

But the biggest reason was probably that she had no confidence in winning him from the beginning.

Ling Dengxian thought of being mentioned as an orator. The autumn wind was bleak, the sound of the wind was gradually returning, and the silence was gradually lifted. Originally, after being discovered by Mandela, he had already made preparations to overcome all obstacles, but in fact, his path was smooth.

He figured it out quickly and finally arrived at Nasrsha's castle with flags flying. He stepped into the open space in front of the building, which was in full view. He slowed down his pace and looked up at the building. The red dragon flag was flying and lingering. A figure with purple flames cast his eyes at him, as if praising his performance.

Nasrsha's castle was not particularly high, but he had no intention of climbing up the tower. He just drew his sword and attacked with evil.

He originally thought that Ravshini would stop him on the road with a conflicted heart, but she didn't.

Ling Dengxian sneered twice, guessing what Abrana was thinking. A blazing white flame rose from behind him, competing with the flamboyant purple fire, illuminating the sky of Nasrsha.

As the spell was cast, his perception was amplified. Ling Dengxian noticed the armies of the various dukes who reacted very quickly and seized the opportunity to march forward. He also felt the dangerous thoughts hidden under Abrana's smiling expression. The white flame was rolling up the Nasr yarn.

Draco soared into the air and fell with a waterfall of dead fire. The white flames roared up, and the sword and gun collided, erupting in waves of flames. The figures separated. Abrana swung the tip of the gun to stabilize her body. Ling Dengxian brought up a vortex of fire and plowed two traces on the ground with his legs. With just one move, the advantages and disadvantages were clearly determined.

"Fei Yu, who has come from afar, what makes you stop?" The red dragon said slowly, his terrifying eyes spewing flames, mocking his stupidity.

White flames enveloped his entire body, finally gathering into flaming wings behind Ling Dengxian. Facing Draco's sarcasm, he simply gritted his teeth and retaliated:

“Uneven roads lead to uneven things.”

There are always dissatisfied guests.

'A bright star appears and disappears, and flames are naturally accompanied by light and heat. Flames will spread and burn, and they have infinite possibilities.

Disaster or hope, pain or refinement, it can be anything.'