Under Zeras' control, the crowds were bustling like zombies rushing into Azer's army like living people.

Azer didn't do anything because his army was full of immortal puppets, puppets, and sand soldiers. These unarmed mortals could not even cause damage to his army.

"Zeros." Azel no longer paid attention to these mortals, but instead spoke the name he hated in a vigorous voice.

"Do you think I dare not attack the slave?"

In a pun, Azerjen reminded Zelas not to forget his slave identity, and at the same time he also showed his attitude of not being afraid of fighting.

"You underestimate slaves too much." Zelas's voice was dipped in honey, just like when he was a mortal: "Is that idiot who was destroyed by a slave? "

"You just confessed so easily?" Azer's anger was like a star about to explode. He didn't expect Zelas to admit his crime so frankly.

He knew that Zelas was a very cunning person, and it was a bit unexpected for the other party to admit his crimes like this. After so many years of getting along, Azer had seen Zelas's eloquent speech, and such people were often good at verbal slander. He thought Zelas would deal with him on this topic and confuse him.

"Why not? Isn't this exactly what you want to hear, but how can you do to me? I just want to see you, like your father, who was cheated and killed so much that there were only a prince who was the least popular, with anger left, and there was nowhere to vent. In the end, he died in a chaotic knife in the deep palace, and he didn't know who the murderer was. And you, don't you know that it was me who pushed you off the altar until you die? But you are alive now, so I told you with mercy!"

Zelas laughed, his laughter as if the fire spirits were whistling.

"So you did all this! You killed your father and mother!" Azer, who learned the truth, hatred for Zelas hundreds of times stronger.

Although the late emperor neglected him, he knew very well that this was for the purpose of the glory of Shurima to be able to continue. If he replaced the person who was sitting on the throne at that time with himself, he would not have chosen a thin and stupid boy to inherit the throne.

"You don't know that I helped you so much? Your royal brothers are all better than you. If it weren't for me, how could you become the emperor of Shurima? How could you step onto the altar and receive the baptism of ascension? You have to thank me, right?"

"Stop it! You traitor!" Azel said gritting his teeth.

He really didn't know that Zelas had done so many things behind his back. In fact, when he saw Zelas practicing black witchcraft, he should have thought it was him, but he just blamed himself for trusting this childhood friend too much, and thought that his loyalty remained unchanged from beginning to end, and he never had any doubts.

Azir thought it was his efforts that made him the glorious side of Shurima Wei, but he did not expect that the shameful things that Zelas did in the shadow were the greatest help to push him to the throne. This discovery made Azir furious, but he would not lower his proud head!

He was confident that he was the emperor appointed by Shurima. Before his destruction, Shurima had flourished under his rule for a period of time. The resurrection from the dead also proved that Shurima needed himself and the Sun Dynasty needed to be revived under its own leadership.

Azil stared at the Witch Spirit with his keen hawk eyes, just as the eagle was staring at the hare. He knew that Zelas wanted to anger him, so he wanted to break his conspiracy head-on.

Azir waved his scepter, and the sand soldiers who had been waiting for a long time quickly stabbed the golden god out. The crazy crowd fell down one after another with the sound of flesh and blood piercing.

The blood was stained with yellow sand, and the dirty magic splashed on the sand soldiers through the blood.

Zelas laughed again, drawing Azer's attention with his disgusting laughter, allowing him to avoid the slight changes on the battlefield.

Arcane fire appeared in his chest and scattered it aimlessly.

Azer remained motionless and asked the troll to raise his arms to block it. After a series of bursts, the troll's arms were blown into countless pieces, smashed down in response to the sound, crushing several sand soldiers.

Azil narrowed his eyes. Although he had not been a soaring man for a long time, as a royal family, he naturally had to study a lot of legends and records of the ascendant. With his understanding of the ascendant, Zelas in front of him just used his power casually and made him feel that it was a little beyond the specification. His real strength may be much stronger than what he saw on the surface.

And the Sun Disc is not around, will this become a key turning point in this war?

...

Nethers saw the confrontation between Zelas and Azer.

The authorities were confused, the bystanders were clear, and the Ascension Grand Secretary, who had always been known for his wisdom, naturally saw Zelas' sinister intentions.

He controlled the innocent mortals to rush to Azir's army to die, in order to use this to test Azir's strength and attitude to see if he was decisive in killing. After all, Ci did not control the troops, and he just wanted Azir to kill these mortals.

In addition, Zelas also angered Azir with vicious words, hoping to make a wrong judgment by his anger.

His purpose was also achieved. I don’t know if Azir was angry with words, but he really killed these mortals. The blood of the witch energy was flowing on the sand soldiers, polluting Azir’s ascension power.

It won't take long to wait, Azer will have no soldiers and become a commander-in-law. After being absorbed by the entire Piltwolf's energy, Zelas, who is far stronger than him, will easily defeat him.

Piltwolf, who had died a large number of residents, will be in a slump and will completely turn into a deserted city.

In fact, Zelas was not interested in the royal power and other things at all, and he would not care about what the city turned into. He released the news that he was the emperor to attract Azel, who was not provocative, to this place far away from the Sun Disc, and then defeated him. After being pitted by the two brothers Nathers once with the Sun Disc, he became more cautious.

Zelas's actions seemed to be very vicious to Nathers, but the cruel behavior of the Witch Spirit did not stop there.

The terrifying high temperature made it impossible for ordinary people to easily approach the fire-burning Wu Ling. Just as Nathus was about to go to support Azer and first explained the matter to Taliyah and Shiville, a burning wind swept over like a wave of hatred. With only one heartbeat, the dead wood on the street turned into ashes and blew it completely.

He protected Shiville and Taliyah and ran back into the station again, and then he could barely avoid the scorching wind.

"Nethers, eavesdropping on others is not a scholar's behavior. But I still have to thank you very much, thank you for bringing me this disgusting bloodline, so that I can't find it at all times."

Zelas smiled extremely wildly, obviously this was for another person to hear. Hearing his last sentence, Nathers's hair suddenly stood up.

He knew that cutting off blood was always what Zelas was best at doing.
Chapter completed!