The third round of selection for Windmill City's 'Martial God Festival' was still easy for Dean. In fact, facing a group of warriors whose strength is only between knights and great knights, Dean can crush them all with one finger with his eyes closed. However, in order not to attract people¡¯s attention, Dean could only deliberately suppress his strength. And Delsac¡¯s luck is still good. The young man who took a complete rest in the second round actually faced off against the samurai who finished the battle at the end of the second round. The scarred and exhausted opponent was no match for the young man. After several swings of the mace, the young man entered the final round. But, the young man was not happy about this. Especially when there were bursts of boos all around. Dekanlon has an obsession with fighting that is beyond ordinary people¡¯s imagination, and in this persistence, honor and so on also appear. What the young man did before was completely dishonorable. ¡°In the next battle, show your strength and everything will be solved!¡± Dean said. Dean couldn¡¯t help but remind him of his favorable impression of the young man in front of him. Then, the young man immediately became full of fighting spirit again. "It's so innocent!" Dean smiled and walked onto the ring again. The fourth round of battle is randomly selected from the remaining nine people in the third round. To put it simply, as long as two people are eliminated, the remaining people will all advance. As for who is eliminated? That still depends on luck. And Dean, who had the loudest voice, was regarded as the champion. Looking at Dean walking onto the stage, everyone around him looked ugly. They don¡¯t want to face Dean. ?¡ ?Dekanlon, Capital Temple. Among the splendor, there is an eternal light shining on everything. On the throne made of gold, Mertieri, whose divine light was slightly dim, looked at the crystal ball in his hand, and a series of pictures appeared on it. "Damn Zelgon, Lionel and Liesel!" Looking at the arrangements of the three false gods outside De Canlon, Mertieri's expression changed continuously. Finally, the false god gritted his teeth and said : "Do you think I will be impulsive? When I regain my strength, I will come to settle accounts with you one by one!" "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait until that time!" A deep and powerful voice sounded. "Who is it?" Merdili's expression changed, and a long sword appeared in his hand. However, as a figure walked out of the shadows, Mertieri became surprised. Then, angry. "Rieldran? You rude guy!" Mertieri looked at the tall, strong man in front of him and narrowed his eyes slightly. He said like this: "Do you think I have no power to fight back now? Even a mere mortal like you dares to offend me like this!" After the words fell, the glory of God on Mertieri's body shone brightly again. Great pressure appeared on Rieldran. But, here¡¯s the surprise. Rieldland didn't even take a step back. Even, he continued to take a few steps forward calmly, and did not stop until he was in front of Mertieri. "What are you going to do?" This time, Mertieri panicked. He looked at Rieldran who was very close, clenched the long sword in his hand, and pointed straight at him. "I have brought your Majesty's decree!" Looking at Mertieri's ugly appearance, Rieldran's silent eyes did not waver at all, and his words were as calm as before. "Quentin? What's the purpose?" Mertieri tried his best to maintain his dignity. However, the furrowed brows showed his confusion at the moment. His representatives were all killed by Rieldran. so. He was extremely angry and negotiated with Quentin, and Rielderan was imprisoned. This happened not long ago! Therefore, Mertieri was surprised and angry when he saw Rieldran suddenly appearing, and he became panicked when he discovered that the other party was able to resist the divine power. Because both sides have grudges. ¡°However, Mertieri also believed that Quentin would not deal with him. Even though Quentin is so powerful, there is one thing we all know: integrity. Even if Quentin kills and destroys. But for what I said, it is absolutely true. Mertieri believes that Quentin will not break the only virtue in Rieldran. "However, Rielderland's appearance seems to be indicating something. This made Mertieri have some guesses. And such speculation. This gave Mertieri a bad premonition. However, Mertieri did not show it. "Kill Dean Ken Zelgon!" Rildran relayed. "Kill Dean Ken Zelgon? He came to Decanlon?" Mertieri repeated these words, and then looked at Rielderan with a scrutinizing gaze. The next moment, Mertieri laughed. "That guy is my enemy, of course there is no problem in killing him. But that guy's strength is beyond imagination. He is not even afraid of the 'Fire of the Sun'. I have no way to fight him, even in Dekanlon. ! So, I need Quentin¡¯s help!¡± He said. "No problem!" Rieldran threw a dimensional bag to Mertieri. After briefly inspecting the items inside, Mertieri couldn't help but laugh. "With these, I can quickly recover from my injuries! However, if I want to truly kill that guy, I'm afraid I need His Majesty Quentin to take action himself. Of course, I will provide my help wholeheartedly!" Mel Emperor Lee said seriously. "It's natural! Your Majesty will arrive soon!" Rieldran said, turned around and walked towards the shadow again. Not even a word of farewell. This made Mertieri look a little ugly. However, Mertieri soon returned to normal. He checked the medicines and items in the yuan bag again. With his ability, he was naturally able to identify that these potions and items were genuine, without leaving any behind-the-scenes tricks. Quentin obviously knows this too. ¡° However, Quentin¡¯s approach made Mertieri curious. "Zelgon and Quentin have a grudge?" Mertieri thought. After a moment, a meaningful smile appeared. ¡ ¡ The selection for Windmill City¡¯s ¡®Martial God Festival¡¯ has ended. Delsac faced Dean to defend the ring, but still walked up, and then. A very exciting battle was given to the public. The boos turned to cheers. Let the young people who are eliminated always smile. "You could have gone to the capital!" Zaku looked at Delsak who came out after the game and complained a little. "But I hope that I can have no regrets. The honor I want must not be obtained by luck! If that's the case, I don't want no matter how great the honor is!" The young man took his own said stubbornly. Zaku looked at the young man in front of him, said nothing, and just patted him hard on the shoulder. "Then stick to it!" Zaku said. "Yes!" The young man shouted loudly. Dean, who was standing aside and watching the two of them, was smiling from beginning to end. Although Delsak seems naive. But Dean appreciated it. Becausehe can't do this himself. Dean always believes that luck can be regarded as a kind of strength. Zhagu is obviously too. However, it was precisely because of this that the two of them were infected by the young man's sincerity. "Ed, I am taking Delsac back to the village! You will have to go on the road alone for the next battle. However, the Lord of the City will arrange everything. When the 'Martial God Festival' is over, we can go hunting together!" Zaku bids farewell to Dean. "Okay!" Although Dean knew that such a hunt would never happen. But he still smiled and answered. "Brother Ed, when you come back, please let me train with you!" Delsac requested. "Yeah!" Dean also nodded. Then, they watched the two people leave Windmill City in the car pulled by the camel dragon. Windmill City¡¯s ¡®Martial God Festival¡¯ has ended. If you stay any longer, you mayYou have to pay for it out of your own pocket. Although Zaku and Delsak are not too poor, it is better to save money if they can. What¡¯s more, Rhinoceros Village is not far from Windmill City. After watching the shadow of the trailer disappear, Dean turned and walked back. but. When I walked to the city gate, I met a middle-aged man dressed as a butler. "Sir Ed!" The other party bowed first, and then continued: "The Lord of the City has prepared a dinner for the winners. Please attend on time!" As he said this, an invitation appeared in front of Dean's eyes. "Okay!" Dean nodded and took the invitation. The middle-aged man dressed as a butler saluted again, then turned and left. "You can't escape these anywhere!" Dean looked at the invitation in his hand and smiled to himself. Then, he threw the invitation aside. Regarding the city lord¡¯s dinner, Dean didn¡¯t have to go to know what it meant. It¡¯s nothing more than two points. First. Guidance and cheer for the ¡®Martial Arts Festival¡¯ competition in the capital city. The second is to win over! "Those who can win among the tens of thousands of people under Windmill City's jurisdiction must have considerable abilities, even if some are lucky. As a lord, naturally he will not let these talents go. Similarly, these talents are also willing to serve the lord. It¡¯s just that Dean is different. That was not his original purpose. So, Dean doesn¡¯t plan to go to the dinner party. Although this will offend the city lord, it does not prevent Dean from continuing to go to the capital to participate in the ¡®Martial God Festival¡¯. ¡° Even the lord cannot easily modify the results witnessed by tens of thousands of people. So, after throwing away the invitation, Dean walked towards the hotel. However, before arriving at the hotel, Dean stopped and looked sideways. "Hey, your behavior is inappropriate!" A figure standing in the corner sighed repeatedly. ps First update~ The decadent dog has been undergoing infusions and injections for four days, but there is still no improvement Looking at the dog's uncomfortable appearance, decadent feels all kinds of discomfort in his heart! (To be continued.)