That's not a game

"Poet! You will surely win!"

"Brother Poet! You have already soared high, nothing can stop you!"

"Poets! Go for it!"

Under the high tower, countless people raised their hands and shouted loudly at the high tower.

And on the high tower, Lin Xiaoge, facing the tornado slamming down, did indeed do it.

The first sword!

Broken dragon roll!

Second sword!

The dragon roll is broken again!

The third sword!

All the tornadoes are shattered!

At this moment, there was nothing that could stop Lin Xiaoge from pulling the lonely king down from the throne.

The huge white bird was right in front of Lin Xiaoge.

And what Lin Xiaoge did was to raise the big sword in his hand and slash straight at Dekarabian!

He wants to cut off Dekarabian's wings, so that this tyrant can no longer fly, and let her try to lose her freedom!

Dekarabian let out a scream, waved his strong wings, and slapped Lin Xiaoge, wanting to slap Lin Xiaoge away again like before.

But this time, Lin Xiaoge slashed at the pure white wing much faster than before.

When Dekarabian slapped his wings, the scarlet sword in Lin Xiaoge's hand was already covered with cold pale flames.

Under the pale flame, it seemed that a giant white wolf appeared, biting off Dekarabian's wings mercilessly.

Blood, splash out!

Countless white flying feathers bloomed like blooming flowers at this moment, and fell like snowflakes.

Dekarabian let out a cry of pain, because Lin Xiaoge's sword cut to the position where she was injured by the arrow before.

Moreover, the great sword transformed by the wolf king is like the sharp claws and ice teeth of the wolf king, which has the power to hurt her.

Coupled with the burning of the pale flame, Dekarabian felt that his wings were about to be cut off by Lin Xiaoge's sword.

She struggled to resist, and slapped Lin Xiaoge with the other wing, trying to blow Lin Xiaoge away.

Only this time, Lin Xiaoge didn't take it stupidly.

He gritted his teeth, the pale flame on the sword flared up again, and the black butterfly imprint on the back under his right shoulder lit up again.

In the next moment, the strength of the great sword that had been half cut in his hand increased again, and he cut it down suddenly like a bamboo!

That white wing was cut off by Lin Xiaoge's sword at the connection between himself and his body!

This blow is a blow that mortals sacrifice their lives!

When the pure white wings were cut off from Dekarabian's body, they turned into countless flying birds, flapping their wings desperately, trying to fly to the sky again.

However, no matter how desperately they flap their wings, they are like lonely kings who have lost their wings and cannot become the king of tornadoes again. After flying high and high for a certain distance, they fall from the sky like angels with broken wings. Falling to the ground, unable to fly to the sky.

The solitary king of the tower, with one of his wings cut off, uttered a mournful cry, and fell from the sky onto the broken throne.

But at the same time, the other wing of the lonely king also slapped Lin Xiaoge heavily, sending Lin Xiaoge flying.

But this time, the lonely king's angry attack seemed so weak, it just made Lin Xiaoge roll around on the ground a few times before it had any effect.

But when Lin Xiaoge stood up, ready to attack Dekarabian on the throne again, she was stunned.

Because the huge white bird before has now turned into the lonely king in the white dress again, clutching his bleeding left arm, lying powerlessly on the throne, looking at Lin Xiaoge with a pale face, asked in a relieved yet expectant tone.

"Poet, are you finally going to kill me?"

She had been pierced through the chest by Lin Xiaoge's arrow before, and now she had lost a wing by Lin Xiaoge. She could no longer maintain the posture of the demon god, and she became the lonely king in the white skirt.

Lin Xiaoge pursed her lips tightly, but said nothing.

But the scarlet sword in his hand flashed, and the wind and snow fell, turning him back into the wolf king of the north wind.

Andreus quietly glanced at Dekarabian on the broken throne, then at Lin Xiaoge, and sighed softly.

"Poet, let's... use your own strength to give her the final blow."

After fighting Dekarabian for so many years, Andreus no longer regarded Dekarabian as a pure enemy, so he naturally didn't want to give Dekarabian the final blow himself.

Lin Xiaoge nodded silently, and the Wolf King took one last look at Lin Xiaoge, walked past Lin Xiaoge at a leisurely pace, and walked slowly.

"poet--"

The wind spirit flew out from the wings behind Lin Xiaoge, looking at Lin Xiaoge anxiously and worriedly, his eyes wandering erratically on Lin Xiaoge's pale complexion and that head of white hair.

The little guy's clear eyes sparkled with tears.

"Poet, let's go home soon, okay, I'm so scared."

The wind elf was terrified, the little guy could feel that although his poet's aura was strong now, there was a kind of weakness from the bottom of his heart.

And that weakness, it seems, is permanent and untreatable.

"fine……"

Lin Xiaoge smiled and said with a smile.

"poet--"

The wind spirit cried and threw herself into Lin Xiaoge's arms. It knew that it could not stop Lin Xiaoge, so all it could do was help Lin Xiaoge silently.

Lin Xiaoge gently rubbed the head of the little guy in her arms, then raised her head, looked at Dekarabian on the throne, and said calmly, "Deikarabian, you lost."

"Yes, so, pierce my heart with a sword, tread upon my dead body, and ascend to the throne, poet."

As Dekarabian said so, she sat there quietly, waiting for Lin Xiaoge's arrival.

Lin Xiaoge turned her head and took a look. The huntress handed the female knight's long sword to Lin Xiaoge's hand.

Lin Xiaoge grasped the long sword in her hand and walked slowly towards Dekarabian.

The wind elf in his arms couldn't stop crying, but he didn't stop Lin Xiaoge.

It's just that the little guy's tears were shed for Lin Xiaoge's unbearable weakness, or for the upcoming ending of Dekarabian.

Lin Xiaoge walked towards the broken throne step by step, and the lonely king in white skirt on the throne was also talking about something.

"Poets, do you know?"

"Actually, I've been waiting for this time. I'm an unqualified king. I can't let my people get enough freedom while getting enough protection."

"However, I can't tolerate things like breaking the agreement, and I can't tolerate the harm of my people."

"So, I have been waiting, waiting for my people to defeat me, waiting for the arrival of a new king."

"And now, you are the new king."

"so……"

Dekarabian lowered his head, looked at Lin Xiaoge who had come to her throne, sat on the throne slowly as before, closed his eyes with such a noble posture, and said slowly.

"So, come on."

"Use my blood to sacrifice you as king."

Lin Xiaoge raised the long sword in his hand high, and the white-haired him, holding the long sword high, was about to bring down the judgment on the lonely king in the white dress.

Everyone is watching this scene, and countless people are also watching this scene.

They couldn't help clenching their hands, looking forward to the white-haired poet beheading the tyrant and becoming the new king!

"poet--"

"Cut it off!!"

People shouted Lin Xiaoge's name loudly, and their voices gathered together, turned into a torrent, and passed to the top of the tower.

That torrent, as if possessing a willpower, urged Lin Xiaoge to slash the long sword raised high up towards Dekarabian's neck, beheading the tyrant's head.

Lin Xiaoge looked indifferent, unmoved, and chopped off with a single blow.

Click!

The throne under Dekarabian, like tofu, was split in half by Lin Xiaoge, fell from the tower, and hit the ground heavily.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand why it wasn't the tyrant's head that was cut off, but the throne under the tyrant.

"why?"

Dekarabian opened his eyes and looked at Lin Xiaoge in front of him.

Lin Xiaoge's answer was also very simple.

"Mond, there is no need for a so-called king."

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Chapter 69 To meet again, my friend.

Dekarabian laughed, but her smile was not laughing at her own escape, but at Lin Xiaoge.

She stretched out her finger and pointed to the top of Lin Xiaoge's head.

"But poet, you already have to be king."

Lin Xiaoge froze, raised her head, and looked at the top of her head.

That illusory crown, stained with Dekarabian's blood, has already solidified, just waiting for Lin Xiaoge to wear it.

Lin Xiaoge couldn't help but pause, recalling when the crown appeared, and muttered to herself, "So, at that time... was everything already doomed?"

"The new king ascends the throne, and the old king dies. This is an unchanging rule in this world, ahem! Poet."

Dekarabian stood up. She lost her throne and was extremely weak, but she couldn't even stand properly, and almost fell after taking two steps.

However, Lin Xiaoge was in front of her, and she fell directly on Lin Xiaoge's body.

The blood on her body stained Lin Xiaoge's white hair, bringing blood red to Lin Xiaoge's hair.

Leaning in Lin Xiaoge's arms, she rested her chin on Lin Xiaoge's shoulder, and whispered in Lin Xiaoge's ear.

"Poet, you have already become a king."

Lin Xiaoge was taken aback for a moment, but Dee Karabian was still talking.

"You are already the king of that lucky little guy. When it becomes your wing, it has no freedom and can only be used by you."

Lin Xiaoge paused.

The words that the wind elves said when they became his wings echoed in his mind again.

"Poet, let me be your wing!"

"Poet! I don't seem to be able to stay too far away from you, but this seems to be better. I can always be by your side, poet."

"Poet, what is the crown on your head?"

"poet……"

Thinking back on all this, Lin Xiaoge couldn't help being stunned.

That's right, since the wind elves became his wings, he seemed... to have deprived the other party of their freedom.

"Poets! Don't listen to sister Carabian's nonsense."

The wind elf flew out from the wings, and hurriedly said to Lin Xiaoge, "I voluntarily become your poet's wings! I have absolutely not lost any freedom. Rather, being able to be by your side, the poet, is enough. It is the freedom I hold dearest!"

Lin Xiaoge's eyes paused, and when he was about to say something, Dekarabian, who was lying on his shoulder, asked again.

"Poet, have you ever thought about what will happen to this lucky little guy after you leave?"

leave?

The wind spirit pushed Dekarabian away with all his strength, but the other party fell to the ground powerlessly. He opened his hands and stood in front of Lin Xiaoge. He said loudly to Dekarabian, "No matter where the poet goes, I will accompany him. By his side, this is the promise I made to him! Right? Poet?"

Wind Elf turned her head and looked at Lin Xiaoge, hoping to see the gentle smile on her poet's face as always, and to see him nodding.

However, the Wind Elf didn't see what he wanted to see.