Liquidation, launch!

Griffith's eyes seemed to be burning, burning Commodus's soul like a flame. Instead of weakening, his momentum continued to rise.

The next attack will be like waves one after another, surging crazily and hitting continuously!

The shining sword light cut through space and time, cutting out countless thin lines.

Breaking the shield, Griffith smashed Commodus's last shield, split his greaves, and cut off his left leg. At this moment, Commodus felt as if his soul had been cut into pieces.

When the block came down, I couldn't help but scream in pain!

Behind Griffith, the steaming blood showed the crazy illusion of the mountain monster, its muscles danced wildly, and it hit Commodus unstoppably!

Amidst Griffith's roar, although Commodus slashed his sword in the face, he did not dodge, and stabbed Commodus's abdomen with a fierce sword. As the sword edge struck,

With that, the regicide's armor shattered into fragments all over the sky.

Break armor!

At zero distance, a silver flintlock suddenly covered Commodus.

Griffith pulled out Judgment, and an invisible momentum swept over him.

The flow of time seemed to be slowed down. In the dark, invisible pressure held Commodus down, like a sinner awaiting judgment.

The silver flintlock gun blessed by the extraordinary law-breaker is like the supreme judge, glaring coldly at the sinner at his feet, ordering him to repent of all his sins and depravity, and then giving the final sanction in despair and terror!

"I will identify and excommunicate the regicide!"

Silver light, flames and loud noises followed one after another. In the illusory bells of the Sin Tower, countless voices shouted: "Execute this sinner!"

"Boom——!"

Commodus hurriedly dodged aside, but in the end he couldn't move faster than the flintlock gun and was hit by a single blow!

The extraordinary perception and physique allowed Commodus to truly hear the terrifying sound of bones shattering, the internal organs and brain were violently shaking and squeezing, and hot liquid sprayed out from the throat. In the deafening roar, the sprayed semen

The golden bullet shattered Commodus's shoulder blade, tore off his entire left arm and threw him away.

His spiritual energy was detonated by this blow, turning into a chaotic blade-like vortex that exploded within his body.

The body of Commodus, who had been severely injured, began to stir as if he had crawled into a carpet of rats. Flesh, flesh and spiritual energy collided in his body and was about to burst out of his body.

Suddenly, the screams were strangely distorted and deformed:

"I object!"

Not guilty! Commodus was actually loudly resisting the power of condemnation, and was about to reject the fatal blow. He was fighting for his last chance of survival on the edge of despair.

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is righteous!"

The whites of Commodus's eyes rolled out with frightening colors, and his eyeballs bulged outward. His whole body trembled, and he flew backwards from the critical attack. At this moment, Commodus ignited his own spirit and destiny, and sacrificed without reservation.

Get out. The nightmare in the deep sea heard his prayers and twisted the rules to answer again.

"You miscalculated, Griffith! We distanced ourselves!"

The seriously injured Commodus fell heavily to the ground. However, he immediately struggled to get up, grabbed the horn around his waist with his remaining right hand, and blew:

"Remember who's here!?"

Griffith, who was also seriously injured, knelt on one knee. In front of his field of vision, the top of the Zulhaqa Pyramid suddenly burst into flames.

Commodus, who had distanced himself, escaped the mysterious obstruction of the war knight. At the end of the bloody battle, he blew the horn again, and the illusion of the nightmare would attract the hand of the third god here!

"..."

After a brief period of dead silence, the entire remaining army on the battlefield suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering cry.

"Run!"

In Commodus' stunned eyes, the nearby soldiers abandoned their helmets and armor. They saw the liberator taking shape again and lost the last bit of their will to fight.

However, Griffith was not in a hurry. He gritted his teeth and cut off the barrel of the spear stuck in his shoulder, and staggered towards Commodus.

"Do you know why I'm not in a hurry?" Griffith didn't even look at the thunderclouds and lightning above his head.

"Maybe you know that no matter what you do, you can't escape the judgment of the monarch and justice, knight," Commodus gasped and spit out blood.

Lusha? She will beat you to death first, hahaha, hahahahaha, hahahahahaha!"

Griffith waited for Commodus to finish laughing, and then said slowly:

"Fighting to this point. Haven't you understood the nature of the Godhead and clearly seen the rules for the operation of our authority?"

"Ah?" Commodus stopped laughing for a moment.

Griffith supported his crumbling body with his sword and looked up at the sky:

"Power must be responsible for its origins.

"One thing I learned from my short life is that the more people seek power, the more likely they are to pay the price for power."

"You, what are you talking about?" Commodus stared at him in shock, "At this point, you say this..."

"What I want to say is," a wry smile appeared on Griffith's face, "I have clearly seen the rules for the operation of power."

Commodus didn't understand. However, an unexpected and ominous premonition made him feel that something was wrong. The spiritual energy that was unfolding on the Zul'Haka Pyramid suddenly seemed to have encountered a powerful enemy and actually converged.

A low growl that penetrated into the bone marrow aroused fear deep in the instinct. This unique cry did not belong to any living creature, like the harmony of several taut strings. After listening to this special sound

At the same time, everyone felt a sense of weakness that the vitality of the whole body was being sucked out, making it impossible to resist.

Under the low sky, huge shadows of ice blue, red and black suddenly appeared.

An extremely powerful oppressive force makes the sky drop low, making people feel depressed!

The huge flying wings slowly glided in from a distance, yet elegant and calm, like an emperor patrolling its territory. The bone dragon filled with the aura of death flapped its huge withered bone wings, flying among the strong wind and flying sand and rocks.

Above the prince.

The Frost Dragon has finally arrived!

Its bones are as white as jade, but the dazzling light can't help but remind people of bones and make them feel sick.

It is not composed of a single dragon bone. It also incorporates various bones. After the Battle of Verona, these huge bones were hidden under this muddy swamp. It was formed by the accumulation of transpiration miasma pollution over the years.

Waves of desolate dragon roars that shook the soul.

"It's over, Commodus," Griffith said, "Erza has exhausted her psychic energy. Without the support of the Eternal Staircase, she can neither hunt nor have a source of psychic energy."

He opened his arms and issued a declaration of victory: "And the reason why I am victorious is precisely because I understand the rules of the operation of authority. There is no need for the 'original napkin' in this world."

Commodus was devastated and watched helplessly as Griffith read out an ancient edict.

"Dracarys"
Chapter completed!