Grace's face was calm, with a melancholy indifference.

Mu looked at her, and was suddenly a little surprised to find that the corners of the eyes of this woman who looked no different from a young girl actually had subtle wrinkles hidden by makeup.

Years are merciless.

Maybe years ago, she was also the dream goddess of countless young people, but now she is just a woman who has been a wife for many years.

"I don't really believe in love very much," Grace said softly.

"Why?" Mu asked subconsciously, she didn't think her feelings were wrong.

"I'm an actor, I've played many roles on stage, most of them are infatuated women, and many of those in the audience who watched my opera also claimed to be my infatuation, and they all said that I was a A woman who is crazy for love, but I know that it was all performed by me."

Mu didn't speak, she knew that what she had to do now was to listen quietly.

"Afterwards, I married Donald and dutifully played the role of a wife. He thought I loved him very much, but I was just at my age and wanted to find a suitable person to marry me off."

Grace stopped a little, came to the window, and looked at the night outside the window.

The weather is not bad tonight.

The night wind is sparse, and the night is bright.

She squinted her eyes and looked up at the starry sky, dotted with thousands of stars, I don't know how many thoughts of the world were carried.

"I think you just lied to yourself." Mu said slowly.

"Maybe." Grace smiled lightly, "But now, these are not very important anymore. For more than ten years, I can't tell whether I am accustomed to playing the role of a wife, or whether I really have feelings in this long relationship, and I feel a little… regretful.”

"Why?" Mu didn't quite understand. "Since you don't believe in love, you shouldn't feel this way, right?"

"...Because in the past ten years, the only thing I am sure about is that Donald really loves me, but I am not sure whether I love him or not." Grace sighed softly, "If possible, I really wish I loved him a lot."

…

The body of the knight turned into silver armor surging with bright streamers, appeared behind Oxia, the giant sword fell, and the space wailed.

Donald recited softly, and the surrounding lines were folded and twisted, turning into a magic puppet of equal size, roaring with both heads.

Oxia's figure flickered, and when it reappeared, it was by Donald's side.

Without any words, he simply stabbed the spear out, the air was separated and screamed, and countless tiny cracks appeared in the space.

The ground was shaking, and the two magical creatures also began to confront each other at this time.

At this moment, Donald seemed to have only the approaching long spear in sight. The enormous pressure almost suffocated him. It was just the energy fluctuations that were not yet elementary, which caused the fat on his body to ripple.

In the nick of time, the dancer twisted her body into a strange angle in an almost incomprehensible way, almost dodging the attack.

The fat body did not affect his speed, on the contrary, he was exceptionally flexible.

This great contrast between appearance and speed did not change Oxia's icy expression.

In the long years, she has fought against various opponents, and the strange scenes she has encountered are far more complicated than today.

The spear stagnated, turning stab to pumping.

The black spar spikes condensed out of thin air and turned into a shield to stop it.

The spar shattered, the huge impact made a violent roar like thunder, the wind was agitated, and the waves of energy swept out incessantly.

Oshia retreated a full tens of meters before stopping the retreating trend, leaving a deep trace in front of her.

The disgust gradually dissipated, and Donald slowly straightened his body. The previous impact seemed to have caused some damage to him, and his face was no longer as relaxed as it was at first.

Oxia's eyes were still cold, she raised her arm towards him and spoke slowly.

"Judgment."

Countless places in the space are rippling with starting points, like raindrops falling on a calm lake, and the things hidden beneath them quietly emerge. There are countless floating cannons, magic crystal cannons, and energy-gathering cannons of various shapes... The hollow muzzle points straight ahead. The space anchoring device is activated, turning the space into an invisible cage.

Donald's pupils shrunk suddenly, and his instinct is crazy, and the danger from all directions makes his skin tingle.

Without any hesitation, the black crystals condensed and grew, like ice crystals rapidly emerging in the water.

But not enough.

When he just reacted, a blazing white light beam appeared, passing through the gap between the crystals in an instant, penetrating the body easily.

The cannon roared, and the dazzling brilliance exploded, completely swallowing Donald in an instant.

The magical creature summoned by Donald not far away roared angrily, as if trying to rescue its master, but was completely blocked by the silver guard.

Oxia stood quietly in place, and the howling wind blew her hair.

There was really nothing to talk about between the two.

This battle is not for profit. The dancer wants to achieve her own purpose through the promotion ceremony. She is also the purpose of this trip to prevent all this. The ideas of the two sides are different. The battle cannot be stopped. Only one party can die.

All kinds of explosions made the entire space vibrate, and even vague distortions appeared in the distant positions, which was the consequence of the unstable space.

Oxia's expression remained unchanged.

In fact, the outcome of this battle is already doomed.

As the chief commander of the tide, she faced an obliteration cultist who took the wisdom route, and the result was self-evident.

After ten seconds, all artillery fire ceased.

The muzzle exudes a terrifying high temperature, and all kinds of magical smoke and dust are scattered with the wind, covering the things behind.

The gust of wind stirred, and the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing the pitted ground baptized by countless artillery fire, and the crystal peaks cast by countless black crystals, but there were countless cracks on it.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the entire crystal peak shattered into a sky full of brilliance.

"Cough, worthy of being the commander of the tide."

Donald coughed twice and walked out of the brilliance.

The fat, almost spherical figure disappeared, replaced by an ordinary middle-aged appearance, the kind that can't be found when thrown into the crowd.

There are some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his face is peaceful. No matter how you look at it, people can't associate him with the Annihilation Cultists. In fact, this is normal. After all, no Annihilation Cultists will write their identity on their faces, their usual identity. It may be ordinary people, or it may be emperors and generals.

The magical creation stopped moving as the artillery stopped, glanced at Donald, and disappeared.