"I wish to go through fire and water for the Lord, and I will never refuse to die!"

A sound full of resolute and majestic echoed on the top of the mountain, and an unconcealed powerful aura spread out from the bodies of the sniper god, programmer, ghost shadow eyes, and shadows. Behind each of them was an illusory figure that seemed like a substance, making each of them look holy and powerful and inviolable.

They have not wasted all these years!

They have not experienced all these years of hardships!

Time and hardship are the best whetstones, making them all strong enough to support half of the sky and half of the country for that man!

Even when facing the powerful King's Hall led by Limia and the vast and unknown depths of the ancient starry sky, they were not afraid at all, because he had enough confidence in his strength.

"All up!"

Looking at the people who were kneeling on one knee, looking enthusiastic and pious, Lan Feng bent down and stretched out his palm to help his body up.

In his heart, he no longer regarded these people as subordinates, but family, sisters, and brothers!

"Thank you sir!"

Everyone clasped their fists and spoke.

Lan Feng nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the people at the scene, and said in a deep voice: "After investigation, the thief Mickey Mouse is careful and smart and flexible. Now he is promoted to the 14th Blade under the throne and replaces the position of Silver Shadow!"

"Swish!"

As Lan Feng's words fell, the ring he was wearing burst out with a dazzling light, and an ancient wood appeared in Lan Feng's hand. The Dragon Emperor dagger in his hand appeared and quickly carved the piece of wood.

Under the carving of Lan Feng, the wood gradually became clear, with a striking big character "Jun" on it, and under the word "Jun", there are two words "Thief" on it, which looks very eye-catching and dazzling.

What Lan Feng gave to Bao Xiong was the last token in the King's Palace, and he could only re-carve and craft all of them!

"Thief, accept it!"

Lan Feng walked to the thief Mickey Mouse, handed the token to him, and said faint words came from his mouth.

Although the thief Mickey Mouse has always been one of the most core members of the King's Palace, he is not a member of the Fourteen Blades. Now the King of Intelligence Yinying betrays him, his position is vacant. The thief Mickey Mouse is careful and loyal. In addition, his strength is indeed sufficiently qualified, so Lan Feng promoted him!

"Thank you sir!"

Looking at the token handed over by Lan Feng, listening to Lan Feng's words and announcements, the thief Mickey Mouse was extremely excited and stretched out his trembling hands to take the token, with extremely respectful words in his mouth.

No one knows better than him the importance of this small token and the meaning of the Fourteen Blades. Even if he was once the most core member in the King's Hall, his status was almost the same as that of the Fourteen Blades, but he was particularly eager to be a member of the Fourteen Blades, because it represents the highest honor and recognition given to him by the adults, and it means that he is an extremely sharp sword in the adults' hands!

Becoming a member of the Fourteen Blades is the biggest wish of the thief Mickey Mouse!

"Haha... Congratulations!"

"Thief, congratulations..."

"Mickey Mouse, your boy's wish has been fulfilled!"

Seeing this scene, the others congratulated the thief Mickey Mouse at this moment, just like Lan Feng's announcement that the bear became the thirteenth blade of the King's Palace.

"Haha... Congratulations!"

However, at this time, the laughter came from a distance, which made the eyes of the people present tremble, and they turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

Under their eyes, a young man was walking slowly with a white-haired old man.

The young man had a strong and tenacious face, his facial features were full of contours, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his whole body exuded a sharp and powerful feeling. He was A Long, the former minister of the Criminal Law Department of the King's Palace!

Under the influence of Lan Feng's cold-bing heart formation, he had already recovered himself.

The old man next to Aaron was gray-haired, his old face was covered with layers of wrinkles, and countless traces of years left on his forehead. His thin body was wrapped in a blue-gray robe. He walked tremblingly with a crutch in his hand, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

A breeze blew by, causing his robe to float, revealing his dry, fleshless arm, and there were dense whip marks covered with blood scabs on his dry, wrinkled arms.

It is hard to imagine that this old man was Prometheus, the once majestic and highly respected Emperor of Light!

"Pu Lao!"

"Pu Lao!"

"Pu Lao!"

Looking at the Emperor of Light, who was walking tremblingly with Aaron's support, the people present couldn't help but tremble, tears flashed in their eyes, and they rushed to Prometheus, and a voice of incomparable concern came from their mouths.

"Prometheus has met the adults!"

Looking at the Lan Feng who was rushing towards him quickly, a deep smile of relief appeared on the old face of the God of Light Prometheus, and he bent down and bowed to him...

"Old Mr. Pu, you have suffered!"

Looking at the vicissitudes and tortured appearance of the God of Light Prometheus, Lan Feng rushed to him and supported his bent body, and a voice with a strong apology and guilt came from his mouth.

"Sir, you are so serious...ahem..."

Seeing this, Prometheus's dry hands tightly grasped Lan Feng's palm, looking at his handsome face full of sharp outlines, his vicissitudes of eyes were filled with unconcealed relief and admiration, and a gratifying smile appeared on his old face, and a hoarse voice came from his mouth: "I... I knew you will definitely be able to return safely! In three years, you have become more calm and powerful, good... very... ahem..."

As he spoke, Prometheus started coughing violently, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Now he is already weak and is supported by one breath.

His body had already decayed and exhausted due to his age. Coupled with his cancer outbreak and the torture and abuse of Limia, he had already stepped into the coffin with half his foot. If it weren't for the persistent thought that supported him, he would have died long ago!

"Pu Lao...Pu Lao..."

"How are you?"

"How did Mr. Pu become like this?"

Looking at the weak Prometheus's voice with deep concern came from everyone present.

They did not expect that the once respected and majestic Mr. Pu would become like this after such a long time.

"Old Pu, don't talk first. Come here to rest. I'll treat you!"

Lan Feng held Prometheus's body and walked towards the rock beside him, making him feel better when he sat on the rock.

Now he no longer has any energy or energy in his body. He is just an ordinary old man who is about to die, and is heading for depletion and death. It has already taken all his strength to escape from the headquarters of the King's Palace to climb up this mountain.

"Sir, my life span is exhausted and my bloodline is exhausted. I am already a dying person. I am content to see you before I die. Don't spend energy and energy on me, a dying person. Sir... I..."

Prometheus looked at Lan Feng with concern and convening face. The smile and appreciation on his pale face became more and more intense, and a low voice came from his mouth.

"Old Mr. Pu, don't worry, even if God wants to take you away, I will rob you back! You must be alive, watch me take back the King's Palace, drive away the alien races, and unify these great rivers and mountains!"

However, before Prometheus's words were finished, they were interrupted by Lan Feng's resolute and domineering voice.

"Boom!"

As his words fell, he took out the Dragon King ring from his pocket and put it on his hand. With a thought, the Dragon King ring burst out with a brilliant light, and a unique fruit with golden energy flowing in his hand.

This fruit is the fruit of the god that Wang Xiaoshuai and the others picked after breaking into the ruins of the Ghost God. It contains tremendous vitality and divine power, and has the effect and effect of extending life.

"Old Mr. Pu, you will eat this God's fruit first, I...I will help you refine it."

Lan Feng put the fruit of God at Prometheus's mouth and spoke in a deep voice.

"Ahem... it's useless. I'm exhausted from my life, my heart... don't waste it!" Prometheus, the Emperor of Light, shook his head gently and spoke hoarsely.

"Swish!"

Unfortunately, as soon as his words fell, Lan Feng stuffed the fruit of God into his mouth. The warm imperial energy in his palm refines the fruit of God, so that the medicinal power of the fruit of God permeates every corner of Prometheus's body.

At the same time, the sharp light flashed in Lan Feng's eyes, the sword eye quietly opened, and the dragon shadow wandered, making Prometheus's body clearly appear in his sight.

There were too many hidden injuries left in Prometheus's body, and his lungs rotted out of a large hole of 62x46mm due to the outbreak of cancer. At the same time, his heart also failed due to old age, beating slowly, and it was difficult to transport blood. As Prometheus said, he was already half a dead person!

"call!"

Seeing this scene, Lan Feng's eyes flashed with a strong light. He pondered for a moment, raised his head and fell on Prometheus's old face, and spoke with a serious look.

"Old Pu, I can cure your condition and injury for you. The premise of all this is that I need to replace you with a strong heart!Old Pu, are you willing to accept a heart-changing change?"

As Lan Feng's words fell, a powerful heart that was frozen appeared in his hands.
Chapter completed!