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The situation at the banquet changed rapidly, and Mikaela quickly made a judgment—abandoning Marikas.

Some things cannot be avoided, so don't avoid them.

Now there is still a chance to grab a head start.

Mikaela patted Marenia on the shoulder, and Marenia reacted quickly.

With a bang, he picked up a wooden box from under his feet, stood up, and threw it on the table.

The loud noise drew the attention of everyone present.

Malika's smile restrained a bit: "What do you mean?"

Malenia didn't answer, and directly lifted the lid of the wooden box, presenting the contents to everyone.

Mikaela said at this time: "This is the gift I want to give to my mother. For this thing, my mother must be very familiar with it."

When Malika saw what was in the wooden box, her golden pupils first enlarged and then shrank.

There was surprise in the eyes first, followed by anger.

Marikas also didn't care about taking care of Lani, and the wolf's eyes also aimed at the things in the box.

"Marikas!!!" Malika raised her voice several degrees.

"I know!" Marikas also growled in reply.

"when"

He slammed his fist on the table, shaking the pile of plates in front of him into the air.

"Where did you get that?" Marikas glared at Mikaela.

Mikaela could almost see the black and red flames burning in Marikas' eyes—Destined Death.

At this moment, taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was attracted by Mikaela, Rackard inadvertently swept his robe sleeve over the night wine prepared by Lani.

Lani scooped up another glass of wine, held it quietly, and kept silent.

Mikaela had thought about a lot of wording before, and had arranged an opening speech to heighten the atmosphere and create a sense of suspense before pointing out the answer.

Let everyone's hearts hang first, and then fall to the bottom.

But there was no time for him to do so now.

So he said bluntly: "Tari, the god of Latarn."

That's right, the thing in the wooden box is the great sword of the hunting god.

A representative item held by the once troublesome enemy.

In the junction, not even her name.A loser who was completely buried in the dust of history.

But what I have to say is that the fateful death back then could indeed deal a heavy blow to the Golden Tree camp.

Because the person who was killed by the doomed death cannot be resurrected by the golden tree.

The Queen of Night Color can really deal with Malika's side, causing a reduction in combat personnel.

After much deliberation and debate among the older generation, it was finally decided that Marikas, who was flexible and extremely capable of attacking, would carry out special operations.

"Special", a special way of fighting, Marikas didn't bring a single soldier, and single-handedly charged into the camp of the Shenpi clan, and strangled the doomed death.

The plan is extremely simple, but this is tantamount to putting a huge pressure of death on the beast of Marikas.

As the Beast Orc and Marika's Shadow Beast, Marikas readily went and won in the end.

Until now, the doomed death is still sealed in his black sword.

It was a sharp sword polished from black stone, with a gold guard and hilt.

He has become the new "Reaper" in the Golden Dynasty, a sharp sword hanging over the head of the immortal demigod.

It's the sword of Damocles.

It's a pity that the demigods don't have a clear concept of death.The existence of Marikas did not really prevent them from going astray.

Malika thought about too many things, but she never expected to unseal Fated Death from the black sword.

She doesn't think about things that can really hurt her son.

Maybe freeing Doomed Death now might make things easier.

Unfortunately, sometimes there has to be a process of simplifying and simplifying.

"Latan, what's your explanation for this?" Malika looked up at Latan.

Ratan showed no signs of fear, even a smile on his face.

First she took a sip of wine from the glass, and then said, "Goddess, why are you so nervous? This is nothing more than a sword. I admit, I know what this is and what happened before."

"But?" Marikas also stared at Rataen, with his hands hanging down, faintly intending to do something.

"But I don't think it's a big deal." Latan was still smiling. "My troops found a godskin apostle holding this sword in his arms. Then we brought him back."

"Then we found out that getting the black flame is magical, so we wanted to use it in the army to increase combat power."

"There are even Black Flame martial arts cultivators who believe in Black Flame. This is what I want to see, but it's just too late for the entire army to learn Black Flame."

"I didn't expect that, Brothers and Sisters of the Holy Tree. You are all thieves. You sneaked into my God's Tower, killed the God's Skin Apostle, stole this sword, and now it's out to make people unhappy. If you stay where you are, no one will unhappy."

"You brothers and sisters are really rotten. From the inside to the outside, there is a rotten smell. If you are not doing well, you want us all to have a bad life."

"In the entire Golden Dynasty, I'm afraid there is no one more vicious than your brothers and sisters."

Ratarn was just trying to beat him up, calling for a thief.

Words are as powerful as swords.

Good words are warm in the winter, and bad words hurt the cold in June.

Malenia turned to Rataen: "What did you say?"

Mikaela pressed her hand to Marlenia: "Calm down."

"General, I didn't expect you to be so eloquent. It seems that people in your family are very good at sophistry. I'm afraid it has something to do with Queen Full Moon's education."

Mikaela tried his best to smile easily. He wanted to reproduce Godwin's signature smile, but he couldn't learn the essence, and couldn't imitate [-]% or [-]% of it.

But when it comes to exposing each other's scars, Michaela won't lose!

"We have the same father, but there are such huge differences. The problem can only be with the mother." Mikaela shook her head, "Maybe the Queen of the Full Moon didn't teach you what honesty is."

"That's enough, I don't want to hear you bickering here anymore." Malika let out a breath, "Before Lakad hid a snake, I handed it over to Radagon to deal with it. Now Lataen is hiding the god's skin again? You guys? Brother is indeed a big problem."

It seems that Radagon concealed it on purpose, and Lakad also hid the matter of the god skin.Only tell Malika part of the information.

She looked at Lani: "Why, isn't the youngest sister going to give me a surprise?"

"Surprise? Surprise is..." Lani didn't even think about it, "Surprise is that Radagon is Malika. You are one person. As a goddess, you have been lying to us. Since we got married, we were not born. Your conspiracy looms."

Marika's body trembled.

"What?" Marikas looked at Marika incredulously, "What's going on?"

Mood ups and downs too much, leading to thirst.Marikas subconsciously picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Seeing this scene, Lani smiled for a long time.

Lakad also heaved a sigh of relief, and looked towards Latarn.

Ratan stood up knowingly: "This is really great news, ha, goddess, don't you plan to explain something?"

"There is nothing to explain." Malika smashed the cup in her hand, "I have been arguing from morning to night, and now I can't even let me have a good meal. Radagon is right, you really lack education. Too much It's rampant."

"Just colluding with a cult is enough to sentence the death penalty. Now it's too ridiculous to hurt me and King Elden in the rumors." Malika clenched her fists, "You want war, right? Then I will give it to you." You fight."

Mikaela could see the veins popping on Malika's forehead.

"I'm afraid it's not up to the goddess to make a decision." Lataen was still calm.

Rackard pointed at Marikas: "Fall!"

Marika suddenly felt top-heavy and almost fell to the ground, her heartbeat accelerated and her breathing was difficult, and it was very uncomfortable to hold her chest.

His eyes were bloodshot, first he looked at Marika, and then at Lani who was beside him.

"You, what did you do?" Marikas roared, and the black and red light of doomed death appeared on the back of his hand.

The black sword emerged from it, and he wanted to kill Lani first.

Lani's pupils dilated, she didn't expect the "Black Sword" Marikas to be so terrifying and even have the power to fight back.

When Lani prepared the poison, she doubled her own dosage according to the medicine, and then multiplied it.

I'm afraid Marikas won't be able to fall down.

Unexpectedly, it is still not enough!

The pitch-black greatsword lingering around Fated Death arrived in front of Lani in the blink of an eye.

"Dang" sounded crisply.

Lakad's sword stopped Hei Jian first.

"Silly sister, what are you doing in a daze, you're doing something serious!" Lakad gritted his teeth and wrestled with Marikas.

Just between breaths, he fell into a disadvantage.

The blue veins on Lackard's forehead popped up, and he couldn't believe that Marikas, who was in a weak state of poisoning, still had such violence.

If it weren't for the gorgeous long sword in Lakad's hand that he named "The Holy Sword of Rebellion", a weapon he asked skilled craftsmen to forge, I'm afraid even Marikas's sword would not be able to catch it.

"What are you going to do to Marikas!" Malika couldn't stand it anymore, her fist was covered with golden light, and she punched the table.

The golden light ran around irregularly, smashing the entire table and the high platform together in an instant.

"It's done!"

At this moment, only Mikaela was secretly delighted.

Marenia held Mikaela in one hand and the great sword of the hunting god in the other, dodging among the ruins of the collapsed platform, and landed smoothly.

Grego fell headfirst.

Lakad faced Marikas and protected Lani at the same time, so he was really at a loss.

But then a purple arc supported them.

Gravity weighed on Marikas, pressing it to the ground, and pulling Lani and Lakad to fly to Ratan's feet.

The golden tree erupted with an unusually dazzling light, as if it was about to ignite a golden flame.

"Don't hold back anyone." Ratan stretched out his hands, and there was a sound of breaking through the air.