The audience gathered at the foot of the mountain. Each of them was a powerful "extraordinary" in the real world, but at this time they could only open their eyes wide and look at the axe shadow that suddenly appeared and disappeared, and instantly killed two "legendary" existences.

The source, smooth, huge black stone, was wearing an old tuxedo, a bow tie and a pale skin in a middle-aged man. He ignored all the extraordinary people in the field, first nodded at "Ludwig", then looked at the three "Immortal Fellows" and showed a gentle smile.

Then, his figure began to slowly dissipate.

In the void on the Black Mountain, his motto seemed to echo:

"Justice, never absent?"

"Is that adult?"

Not far away from Tang Qi, the extraordinary female person who gave birth to the "evil baby" due to pollution had no time to swallow the secret healing medicine. He looked at the shadow dissipated in disbelief and murmured.

The rest of the Eagle Nest Association, including two senior deacons, nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a name appeared in the minds of the extraordinary people.

"Holy Axe!"

"His Excellency Justice Lincoln!"

Among the twelve saints, the most powerful candidate was Martin Sims, the Saint Confess. But when it comes to fame and reputation among the people, the strong competitors were the last few who joined the "saints", and the most recognized one was Justice Lincoln, the Holy Axe.

Although his "death" is full of suspense, his funeral was witnessed by the people of the whole federal government.

Now, come back from the dead?

"To be precise, it was a projection force left by the Lord of the Holy Confess. Everyone knows that he is a great friend to Lord Sims, the Holy Confessor. If all this was arranged by Lord Sims, perhaps we will not only meet Lord Axe, but others..."

"saint!"

The senior deacon wearing a monkey mask just finished speaking, and the deacon on his side said.

At the same time, other viewers also reacted the same way.

Obviously, everyone realized that the current situation might be within the expectations of the "Saint Confession", so the saint also arranged a backup plan to clear the obstacles for his disciple Ludwig.

As long as the mysterious person who is a little familiar with common sense, he knows that Martin Sims' popularity is extremely terrible.

Almost most of the twelve saints are his friends, and even if they have no friendship with Sims, they still respect the confessor who pursues the "way of practice".

The saints are at least 'demigod-level' existences. Even if they are just a projection, it is enough to make people excited.

Of course, most of the order camps think so, but the chaos and evil camps look ugly at this time.

At this time, while the audience was stunned and the legends stopped at the same time, the second corrupt head appeared again. He emerged from Ludwig's shoulder, rolled up his flesh and moved behind the monks, facing the legends.

He let out a harsh sneer and annoying ridicule.

"I have already reminded me that the stupid Luther is the successor chosen by Sims. You dogs not only cannot hurt him, but also cannot cross him and snatch the thorn suit."

"Are you so angry? The crown of thorns and thorns are real, powerful magical objects with divine nature. Even if an ordinary person wears them, he can become a powerful person at the level of "saint". Even I am moved."

"The magical outfit is right in front of you. You can only see but not take it. The only guy who can take it is like a snail crawling now. The more you look at it, the more you get angry."

This chattering "talkable" ridicule seems to have finally had some effect.

Tang Qi could also feel that the legendary auras had fluctuated some times.

Among them, the most intense one comes from three organizations.

Ancient Mystery Library!

Maum Nursing Home!

Church of Light!

The first two were directly killed by the projection of the Holy Axeman.

Maum Nursing Home is just a real evil organization that brings together madmen and mentally ill.

However, the "Ancient Mysterious Library" has always claimed to be a neutral camp in an orderly manner. Now the recognized "saint" has been hacked to death by a legendary agent. After Crystal's death, a legendary agent wearing a white bone mask was released, and the whole person exuded an extremely cold and strong murderous intent.

As for the Last Church of Light, it is easier to understand. Even in the churches with "divine objects", the thorn suit is an absolute top wonder.

One of the treasures that should have become the bottom of the church, but now it is about to fall into the hands of an unknown man.

For a moment, the entire black mountain fell into a strange atmosphere.

In the foot of the mountain, the audience watched with a breath of concentration, while the legends stopped tacitly, and their eyes passed by "Ludwig" again, staring at the huge and towering "Black Stone Steps" ahead.

The thoughts are very consistent.

Who will be the "saint" that appears next?

The only thing I don't care about is Ludwig.

He was still like a mummy, shaking, and his body exuded a pious and ascetic atmosphere. He climbed through the black stone steps step by step, walked firmly towards the top of the mountain, and walked towards the seat with the "thorn suit".

In everyone's eyes, it seemed that under the "Prairie field" that suppressed everything, a flame of life was burning.

"Which organization will be the next one to do it?"

Tang Qi was extremely confident in his heart.

He stared at the legendary figures shrouded by clusters of "oil color" and "ghost light", and they followed closely behind Ludwig.

"It is not difficult to scare away ordinary extraordinary people or mysterious forces from the reputation of the twelve saints, but at this moment, the ones gathered here are the decayed heads, the Eternal Council, and the Mysterious Deformity Show. Even if the real saints are resurrected, they dare to take action, let alone just projection?"

Tang Qi blinked as his thoughts flashed.

Above, Ludwig, who was climbing, slid his hands and fell straight from the high place to the bottom of the steps.

At this moment, around him, the blue starlight formed a small universe like a cloud of Ludwig, falling constantly, but there was no end at all. The extremely pleasant sound of wind chimes and floating feathers directly sounded the "whisper" deep in the soul, and swept across the black giant mountain at the same time.

The audience bowed their heads and entered a deep, extremely peaceful "sleep".

"It is being eroded by the dream god..."

When the information fragment exploded in Tang Qi's mind, he had already woken up in advance.

Almost at the same time, the legends also woke up one after another.

Time lasts...half a second?

No, even shorter.

If there is no "intervention", this time will be enough for a legendary "dream master" to take Ludwig away.

After walking out of the storm, wearing a floor-drawing blue robe, a kind and gentle face, with sparse white hair, he wore a special hat, covered with bright and colorful feathers, as if the feathers of all living beings in this world had appeared on it.

Wherever he passed, stars spread out and wind chimes rang.

When a gentle breeze blows over, the old man and Ludwig turn into blue starlight at the same time, flashing, about to leave the "Praforce field" and enter the dream palace that appears outside the mountain.

But at this moment, another phantom appeared on the huge steps that made Ludwig fall.

This is a lady!

She was wearing a snow-white long skirt and a crown that seemed to be condensed by ice and snow. Her long hair was dispersed to her ankles. She had an elf-like facial features, and she was glowing, holy and natural, and letting all evil feel ashamed of themselves.

In the field, no one could look at her.

Everything on the black mountain was frozen as her phantom slowly walked out.

She looked at the "Dream God Palace", and the ancient, mysterious language was spit out from her mouth. In an instant, everyone's heart felt a gentle and peaceful light shining down.

"The power of dreams should not fall into the hands of evil."

As the elves sounded, the light that shone through everything exploded completely.

No wailing, no screaming.

In the frozen world, another breeze blew over, with the sound of running water, the singing of birds, the whispers of trees, and the chanting of elves... When everything returns to normal, everyone can no longer see the dream palace wrapped in colorful grids.

The "kind" legendary dreammaker, he was curled up in the void like a baby, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a beautiful dream. With the slight snoring, the old man's body turned into a white spot of light and dissipated in the breeze.

Not far away, on the cold black stone, Ludwig slowly woke up.

He was originally like a "mistress", but now he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His flesh became full of rosy and his movements became lighter. The dead silence and withering were also replaced by the agile breath of life.

The only thing that has not changed is his immersion.

After subconsciously stretching, he continued to climb the huge steps.

On his shoulder, a bright red "sarcoma" swelled silently.

With a puff, the second corrupt head emerged from it again.

He seemed to smell the extremely disgusting smell, narrowed his rotten eyes slightly, muttering in a voice that everyone could hear:

"I knew that the gossip spread by those guys in the Immortal Council was right. Frita, a heavy-mouthed little bitch... Sure enough, there was an affair with the old man Sims. No wonder he looked down on the handsomest William Sid. It was really disgusting and sour smell."

As soon as this dirty word containing extremely rich information came out, everyone's minds and the same memory information churned.

The holy figure that no one can look at him gradually overlaps with a "saint" in historical legends.

"In the Dark Age, the saints who saved countless civilians and signed a peace contract with humans instead of the elves."

"One of the twelve saints, the great, holy elf princess 'Frita'."
Chapter completed!