"What do you know!" Milia suddenly yelled.

Her expression was excited, with golden vertical pupils, roaring loudly like an evil ghost: "What do you know? Our pain, our sorrow, our hurt, our past, what do you know! What do you know!"

Her demonic energy was trembling all over her body as if it was about to explode at any time. The blue veins on her face were shaking irregularly, and her demonic power was rampant due to emotional excitement.

But her words just touched everyone's hearts, one was her identity as a great sword, and the other was her almost collapsed face.

That's right, this man doesn't know anything!

"Relax." Kailar stood up and hugged her waist and then gently pressed her eyes with his other hand.

"Relax, Milia." Keral's voice was as gentle as a lover: "This is not enough. It's not just you who are hurt, they, you, and we will be hurt." Keral used three strange words rarely: "Relax, Milia." A faint light flashed on Keral's hands, which was the light of calm humanity.

Since the age of sixteen, Keral has tried to use words to comfort ordinary people and slowly release the power of magic to express his magic. This is not a miracle, but an absolute control over the human heart.

But now, what Kailar comforted Milia's emotions was not Milia's emotions, but the ecstasy that broke out in her body.

Keral, who examines the time, uses "stabilizing people's hearts".

"Hu················" Milia gradually calmed down.

"Calm down?" Kaylar asked.

"Yeah." she replied.

"Then I'll let you go." Keral gently let her go, and his eyes were together.

"So, can you talk to me calmly?" Kailar said gently.

"Yeah." Milia was sweating coldly on her face. She was not half-bang just now. She had tried to half-awaken and then recovered to humans. Her tolerance for demon power increased greatly. Even if she crossed to 85%, she would not have awakened state. Although her body shape would deform, she could still maintain her rationality. However, it was true that the demon power had uncontrollable fluctuations in the ups and downs of her mood. It was very dangerous. It was only one step away from awakening!

"I have something to ask you." Keral looked at Milia with admiration. He nodded gently, raised his hand and moved gracefully and gentlely: "Please say."

"The first question, do you say that the organization is an outsider, is there any evidence?" She understood in her heart that in terms of Kailar's speculation, the biggest beneficiary is definitely the mastermind behind the scenes. In other words, over the years, even if it is not the mastermind behind the scenes, the organization for the sake of interests will definitely push forward this plan.

"It's very simple." Kailar shook his head and smiled: "Maybe you don't understand, but you have the most important evidence."

Everyone was stunned, and then their eyes turned to their most loyal companion: Great Sword.

Keral pulled out Ophelia's great sword. She didn't say anything at all. She no longer cared about organization or something, but she came to the conclusion just now that organization or something was not important, what was important was the brother in front of her now!

"This sword...you don't have any questions?" Kelar made a crisp sound as he smiled.

"Light, strong, tough, sharp, and wear-resistant. Do you have any questions? In this era when bronze weapons are still used, this weapon is absolutely impossible for today's technology!" Keral turned his head and asked.

"This is the sword I presided over." Keral pulled out his sword. Although he would give it to specialists for maintenance, this sharp sword can almost be said to be symbolic. It is very sharp, but Keral rarely uses it because it is just a symbol of a kingdom's martial arts, and Keral's wearing is just symbolic.

One is to commemorate the significant improvement of the wrought iron technology he had studied for several years, and the other is to let the knights understand what kind of signal a civil servant wears a long sword gives them.

And this is the strongest and sharpest sword besides the dragon sword.

Kailar pulled him out and raised him high.

"Bang!" Keral's sword cut the big sword but broke it into two pieces.

"Look, this is the highest point of craftsmanship in this era. The craftsmanship of this sword makes the best materials and tools that I can find, but I can't even bear a single blow when facing your sword. Your sword can easily cut off the demon's scales and cut off the demon's arms. Aren't you confused about this sword at all?" Keral gently raised the sword.

It is engraved with sword seals, round and vertical, and Ophelia's mark.

"A sword that is so sharp can even be produced in large quantities. Let's do it. If it is five years, each 47 people will be in a term of water. However, in five hundred years, at least 4,700 swords have been thrown on this wide continent. As far as I know, the organization has not recycled the graves of these great swords or the abandonment of awakened people. Then the problem is that the organization does not take this thing seriously at all. They can even make it in large quantities. So how did they make it? How much capital does it require for their manufacturing?"

"The most important thing is, where does their technology come from? As far as I know, five hundred years ago, the organization has always been this sword." Keral's face was solemn: "I should be glad that the organization did not have the mind flower to upgrade weapons. Maybe it was because the dragon shocked them too much? They almost fell into a misunderstanding and focused on their thoughts on genetic weapons. Well, that is, to upgrade yours."

If they had focused on their weapons, gunpowder and even artillery would have been made out by them in five hundred years, right?

However, they are obsessed with genetic weapons, but they can last for five hundred years because of this? After all, it is necessary to maintain the power of the great sword and maintain the organization by cultivating the great sword.

Keral suddenly felt a little worried. He shook his head and put these thoughts out of his mind, raised his sword and inserted it back behind Ophelia: "This is the most direct evidence."

"And my fleet had already embarked on a journey to find the other continent a year ago. If it were accurate, I should have come back recently, right?" Kailar understood from the beginning that this is not something in the West and ancient times, and that is definitely not a simple place. The existence of demons, the activity of monsters, the existence of titles, everything here is different.

It may be wonderful, exciting, but unreasonable for heroes from different times to gather here.

The same space-time relative planes... are the only ones that can explain the truth of this kind of thing.

And in this way, there are more things to consider.

In the same plane, in the same space, was the East in the Seven Heroes and Five Hegemons, the Great Qin, the Han Dynasty or what era was it?

Similarly, what is in the American world?

Perhaps the East can really come here through the Strait of Malacca, maybe they will do all these sins, but with just a little bit of Keral, you can confirm that it is definitely not the sin committed by the Orientals: the Orientals will not regard the totem since ancient times as an enemy and use all their strength to become enemies! With the character of the Orientals, they will only reflect on themselves, correct their mistakes, and then let the dragon named god calm down their anger and reach balance.

The highest political skill called Doctrine of the Mean is a thousand years of history that penetrates every Chinese bone marrow.

Only the West regards the phoenix as a holy beast and the dragon as a monster, and only the West regards the dragon as an enemy.

Kailar has killed a monster called dragon, but he doesn't know if this dragon is the dragon mentioned by the organization.

But this is not important. The organization must be pulled out! Another continent must pay the price!

Sins committed against the whole continent, against all lands, against all people.

You must repay it.

Keral raised his hand gently, letting everyone's attention come to him.

"So, please give you to me." Keral stretched out his hand: "I need your strength, please be my sword of revenge, and I will lead you all to revenge."

"Hate cannot blind my eyes, but this hatred cannot be put down." Kelar said strongly: "For five hundred years of blood, not only Camelo, Roman, and Macedonian. This is because all the people on the entire continent have been hurt by them. In addition to the great sword, how many people died? How many people were eaten by demons? How many people were caught by them to do experiments?"

"Too much, too much! It's so much that it makes me angry and scares me." Keral's voice was quiet and cold: "Also, our strength is too insignificant, so I have to unite more and more power!"

"So I'm going to stop Isli,"

"I am not trying to annihilate him. I need peace negotiations and try my best to preserve power for this continent." Keral's ideal is noble, but Milia's wisdom can see the loophole that Keral said at a glance.

"So what! Our strength is not enough!" Milia accepted Keral's statement, but was even more excited. This time, it was not that she was even shaken in her heart, but she wanted to try her best to refute Keral's unrealistic remarks: "For us who have no power, even you, the awakened ones just think that we are food and reptiles, and will not talk to us on an equal basis. Your statement is not valid at all!!"

"No, Kai's statement is realistic." The silver-haired sword that pushed the door opens with an absolute juxtaposition sword: "If Isli receives the heads of Nanmao and Xiloli......"


Chapter completed!