I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

Hannibal kicked Alan.

This kick passed over Allen's body, just like kicking a phantom.

His power comes from the desires of the past.

But Allen's strength is to abandon all shackles.

The power of the past and the future cannot affect Allen.

When Beth saw Alan rushing towards Hannibal, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

She could clearly feel that Allen's Freedom Knights were the biggest enemy of her Saints power.

Of course, Allen also felt the same way.

But he did not care about the conflict of beliefs. Although he understood the free will in his heart, he did not want to expend any more energy for it.

The princess is dead, and his freedom is no longer necessary.

The freedom of the people of the world has nothing to do with him.

Since everyone wants him to die, he will die here. Choosing his own death is the freedom he gives himself.

Allen stabbed Hannibal with a sword, but the phantom sword could not leave any scars on Hannibal's body.

Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Allen could not harm him.

He turned to look at Beth, then glanced at Alan, unable to make a decision.

Beth looked at Allen, then at Hannibal, and felt equally confused.

Alan is Beth's mortal enemy in belief. She vaguely feels that if Alan wants to kill her, she will have no room for resistance.

What should I do?

Alan stood between Beth and Hannibal, his heart calm.

He could feel Beth's hostility, but he didn't care.

He could see Hannibal's hesitation and just found it funny.

Even if you are a saint, what can you do to me? I am not bound by any shackles in the world, so who can say anything to me?

Even if you are a true God, what can you command me to do? I have no requests from you, and you have no trace in my heart.

Alan turned his back to Beth and said slowly:

"Go away, Beth. I have no intention of killing you."

Beth was in a state of confusion. Her body was badly injured and covered with cracks. If Alan attacked her while she was relaxed, all would be lost.

If that ghostly figure were to launch a surprise attack, there would be no way to prepare for it in advance.

And Beth had sensed the presence of the Freedom Knight.

That figure could not be sensed at all, or rather, the Free Knights were completely disconnected from this world.

free……

Seeing that Beth had not left yet, Alan revealed a hint of sneer on his face. This was really in line with her power. Anyone who went against her will would not be able to gain her trust.

"Since you won't leave, let's fight."

Alan raised his sword and turned around, stabbing Beth straight with the sword.

The sword was not fast, it was even a little slow.

Beth didn't dare to be careless. She raised the sword in her hand, trying to deflect Alan's sword, but it seemed to be directed at the phantom again.

The rose sword passed through Allen's sword, but could not collide with Allen's sword at all.

But Alan stabbed Beth with a sword.

Hannibal looked at Alan and Beth in shock. Everything changed so quickly that he found it hard to understand.

Beth was even more shocked.

Alan's sword pierced through Beth's body, but not a drop of blood flowed from her body.

And when Alan drew out his sword, Beth's chest was not hurt at all.

It was as if what was stabbing Beth was a phantom that did not exist in this world.

Although she was not physically injured, Beth suddenly fell to one knee, with blood spurting out of her mouth.

And till now, there is still no scar on Beth's body.

She was indeed not physically injured.

Allen's sword was not aimed at her body.

What the sword pierced was Beth's saint power, the source of Beth's power, the golden tree of power.

Beth was horrified. Such power was the biggest threat to power.

"you……"

"I have no intention of killing you. This strike of the sword is just to prove to you that I have the ability to kill you with one strike, without relying on a sneak attack."

Alan said this and turned to look at Hannibal, leaving his back to Beth.

Beth observed her own saint power, and the golden saint tree was left with a sword mark forever.

"If you want to kill Hannibal, you have to have what Bennett left in your heart."

Alan sighed. He could now feel what Bennett had left in his heart.

It's terribly tight.

If he hadn't distrusted Bennett, Beth and Hannibal would have died long ago.

But if he did not distrust Bennett, how could he have felt such will and strength before his death.

Allen pointed his sword at Hannibal and said:

"I have seen the power of the saints, but I want to see the power of the mortals."

Hannibal took a deep breath. He vaguely felt that Beth could no longer be killed by his own hands.

With a sigh in his heart, Hannibal took back the blue sea of ​​desire, and the sea of ​​desire merged with his own body.

The arms that were originally lost slowly reunited under the blue filling.

And Hannibal's eyes also glowed with a lake-like blue light.

This is the true power of becoming a mortal. If one does not dissolve into that tiny wish, how can one feel the boundless ocean of wishes?

At the top of the snowy mountain, he saw the hearts of the orcs with his own eyes and felt his own confusion. Then he had an epiphany and became a mortal.

As for the other mortal, Adam of mankind, it was only after he personally experienced the humble life that he sensed the sea of ​​ideals.

Hannibal never used this trick when facing Beth.

When Allen saw Hannibal's arms grow back, he knew that Hannibal was serious and his face became serious. He felt that it was a worthy death for him to be defeated by such a strong man.

Seeing that both of them were paying attention to each other, Beth felt relieved. She staggered to her feet, holding her sword, and walked out of the battlefield.

The surrounding orcs surrounded Beth, and Beth swung her sword and slashed, leaving a row of broken bodies.

The battle between Allen and Hannibal also began.

Hannibal's arm hit Allen, and Allen waved his sword to block it.

This punch actually hit Allen.

Alan was violently whipped away, and a trace of Hannibal's blue was left on his sword, which was left there by Hannibal specifically.

This blue color continued to transmit memories to Allen, trying to pull him into his pity for the world.

Alan looked at the memory in front of him and knew that this was a wish that Hannibal had drawn from the sea of ​​wishes and specifically used to infect him.

A spot of light is a person's life, and in the moment of contact just now, the lives of hundreds of orcs emerged in Alan's mind.

He knew that he could not resonate with these orcs, because once he did, there would be shackles in his hearts and freedom would no longer exist.

Saints are the natural enemies of mortals. If Hannibal uses this trick on Beth, not only will Beth ignore him, but the tyrant Beth will invade the Sea of ​​Wishes and make the entire Sea of ​​Wishes become Beth's back garden for drawing power.

Freedom is the natural enemy of saints. A free heart is destined to be unable to be oppressed by power. Every blow fought for freedom strikes directly at the origin of the saints.

Just like the sword that Alan stabbed at Beth.

But mortals are the natural enemies of freedom, and the faintest wishes in this world are boundless.

You can ignore one person when you meet him, but when a thousand people, ten thousand people, or a hundred million people are all looking at you, when all those pairs of expectant eyes are looking at you, can you still remain indifferent?

The power and will of the past cannot affect you, but what about the people in the past?

The memories of these people are boundless. Your freedom is based on compassion, while tyrants like saints are based on ruthlessness.

Alan stood up with his sword in hand, breathing heavily. He felt as if his figure was being dragged by something and began to become heavy.