Grand Duke bayev sat shivering in the hall. He thought that sumakov would be defeated. After all, his opponent was the incredible mengdabaikuga.


    But he didn''t expect sumakov to die in battle. Bayev was at the head of the city. Every soldier at the head of the city heard sumakov''s sad cry before he died. At that moment, Grand Duke bayev and his soldiers trembled together.


    The two fourth rank guards were dead, and the remaining four third rank guards stood trembling beside bayev. If bayev hadn''t caught their wife and children, they would have escaped.


    But can they really stop mengdabaikuga?


    Don''t mention that Mengda may sneak into his castle. Even if Mengda led the soldiers to attack the city, bayev had no way to resist. The previous wars were lost one after another, and almost every battle was wiped out. There were not many remaining soldiers. After the scene just now, the soldiers guarding the city had completely lost their fighting spirit.


    A guard hurried to bayev and sent bad news. His fifth and eighth sons had arrived at the castle, but the fourth and sixth sons were gone.


    Taking into account the captured ekwen, he lost a total of four sons. If these two sons make mistakes again, it means that he has only two sons left.


    He hurried to send someone to look for it. Although he thought it was superfluous, he knew that the chances of survival of the two sons were very low. Sure enough, before dawn, Manda and asuraf sent his two sons.


    A skull fell under the black fog. It was his son''s bodyguard.


    There are two heads behind the skull. The knife is neat and the face is peaceful. It is the two sons of Archduke. Manda''s automatic hand is regarded as respect for Archduke.


    There are two hundred archers, four third-order guards, thirteen second-order and twenty-one first-order in the hall. Such a lineup is absolutely gorgeous in Bayer, but Manda and ashuraf float in the air and look down on the Archduke with a relaxed smile.


    "Fight! Fight with them! Fight with them!"


    Inspired by the Archduke, a third-order Apollo believer shot an arrow at Manda, and all the archers fired arrows at Manda together.


    Out of politeness, Manda imagined a symbolic evasion, but asuraf took the lead and sucked all the flying feather arrows into the black fog.


    Until the archers ran out of arrows in their quivers, ashuraf circled the ceiling and gave them all the arrowheads.


    Rain like arrows did not have much strength, and only some soldiers were injured. Manda was going to start a whirlwind and then let ashuraf finish it for them, but unexpectedly, everyone in the hall fled, including the two sons of the Archduke.


    They collapsed suddenly and completely. Both believers and soldiers lost their courage to fight when they saw their heads one after another.


    But the Archduke didn''t die. He calmly sat on the throne in the hall and looked up at Manda.


    The arrow rain just now hurt him too, and the injury was not light, leaving a large blood mark on his face.


    But he didn''t show a trace of panic. At this point, he seemed to have underestimated life and death.


    "Are you mengdabaikuga?" grand duke bayev could even squeeze out a smile. "Come down, let''s have a good chat, and have a good chat in a way that suits our identity."


    Manda looked at bayev''s chest. After all, he was also a believer of cleus, the God of celestial bodies.


    His chest glittered with gold. From the perspective of value, it was really a second-order. I thought he was just bluffing.


    This is a little troublesome. Believers of the God of celestial bodies have never heard of it.


    "Don''t you dare to come?" bayev spread out his hands and said he had no weapons. "I''m just a second-class believer with bare hands. You two should have five levels? Maybe your level is higher. In your eyes, I''m not much better than a blind duck. What''s there to be afraid of?"


    Manda fell from the air and stood in front of bayev: "if you could talk like this earlier, you wouldn''t lose so much."


    "No matter how powerful the enemy is, I must make due resistance. This is the minimum dignity of the aristocrat," bayev looked at his head. "Do your subordinates still fly on it? If this is a dialogue between the aristocrats, please give me the most basic respect. My life is in your hands. There is no need to let a guy like death swing around on my head."


    Manda raised her head and said to ashuraf, "come down."


    Ashuraf looked at Manda. He thought it was a little hasty. But after confirming Manda''s eyes, he immediately returned to the ground and changed his body shape.


    No matter what you think, there can be no discount for executing orders.


    Bayev got up and went to Manda: "You stand and I stand. We are equal. Now please tell me, what do you want from me? If you want to take ice Rock City, kill me. If you want to see me die, you have killed my five sons and captured one of them. I don''t know what else you can torture me, and I don''t know what you can get from me To what? "


    Manda said: "in fact, what I want is very simple. It''s just two small things. The first thing is to stop taxing the dispatchers."


    Bayev was fair: "the priests are the vassal of Bayer. The king of Bayer handed over the guardianship of the priests to me. Taxing them is my power and the responsibility entrusted to me by the kingdom."


    Manda sighed: "I didn''t expect that we couldn''t reach an agreement on such a small matter."


    Grand Duke bayev shook his head: "I just affirm the significance of this matter to me. I just want to tell you what I have lost. You are the winner of this war and you have the right to control everything. I promised that I will never tax in the dispatch country in the future."


    "You may have misunderstood what I mean. I''m not talking about not taxing the missionaries in the missionaries'' country, or not taxing the missionaries, whether they are in the missionaries'' country or not."


    "What''s the difference? The missionaries never leave their land."


    "Now they have left, and you can see that there are many paiwu scholars under the wall."


    Bayev frowned and said, "you mean..."


    "This is the second thing I need you to promise. You should allow the missionaries to enter the ice Rock City, allow them to exchange fur for food here, and allow them to make a living here. If they can afford a house, you should allow them to settle down here."


    "If so, is ice rock still my territory?"


    "This is a good thing for mutual benefit. The Bayer people can also find a living and a home on the land of the missionaries."


    "Who wants to go to that ghost place?" bayev''s voice was a little loud, and Manda frowned with a rather strange smile.


    "It seems that we still can''t reach an agreement."


    Bayev took a deep breath, nodded and said, "I almost forgot. I have no choice. I promise."


    "Very good!" Manda took out a piece of parchment from her arms, on which the contract had been written. "Write down your name and leave your blood fingerprints on it. It''s over."


    Bayev took the parchment, took a general look, immediately wrote down his name, and then pricked his finger with a quill pen, leaving a fingerprint.


    Everything went so smoothly, but when bayev wanted to give the parchment to Manda, Manda smelled the breath of divine power.


    He''s gathering power. He wants to use his skills.


    Manda could kill him at any time, but he didn''t do it. He wanted to see what the skill of the celestial God was. Even if the other party tried his best, it was just a second-order, which could not pose any threat to Manda.


    But this time, mandato is big.


    At the moment of delivering the contract, bayev did launch the second-order technique, but the power of this second-order technique completely exceeded Manda''s imagination.


    The first was the violent tremor. Manda thought it was an earthquake, but the actual situation was much more complex than the earthquake. There seemed to be a strange force rising under her feet, which was very similar to the feeling when she took off with flying boots.


    Manda subconsciously looked out of the window. The scenery outside the window was moving and falling. He clearly saw a tree, slowly passing through the window from the trunk to the top of the tree. He saw that the buildings in the distance slowly disappeared, leaving only the deep night.


    Manda was surprised. The whole castle flew up and was rising vertically like an elevator.


    Manda is now curious about the appearance of the castle, especially the bottom. Is it a flat base or a foundation connected with a large piece of soil?


    This is second order? Just second order? This has realized Manda''s fantasy of the city of the sky.


    Manda was intoxicated with the scenery outside the window, but ashuraf realized that things were bad. This skill also surprised him. He wanted to kill bayev before more "surprises" came.


    But he found himself unable to move. Since the castle began to rise, his body seemed petrified. First, it was extremely heavy, and then he lost the ability to incarnate into fog. The higher the castle rose, the more rigid his body became. When he took a few steps towards bayev, his whole body fell into absolute rigidity and completely lost consciousness.


    Is this a second-order believer''s skill?


    So a second-order believer completely controls a fifth-order fearless?


    Ashuraf looked at Manda. Manda was his last hope.


    Manda is a little better than him. He can turn his head back hard.


    The castle no longer rose. Bayev wiped the sweat on his face. This spell cost him a lot.


    "Now the castle is 200 feet away from the ground, which is the limit of my power. In the process of you soaring with the castle, you have come to the world of God and my world. I am the God of the world. Everything of you is controlled by me. Without my permission, you don''t even have the right to blink."


    When he said these words, bayev''s expression was cold and solemn.


    But Manda blinked in front of him.


    "Can you move?" bayev stepped back two steps.


    "Of course you can move!" Manda could still speak. He raised his right hand hard. He could move, but his action was very stiff, just like a God who had just been given magic.


    After twenty breaths, Manda finally raised her right hand over her head.


    Such a slow movement must not be able to fight. Ashuraf, standing behind Manda, was desperate.


    Grand Duke bayev smiled: "it seems that you have more than five levels, maybe six levels, or higher. Look how honored I am to kill a saint."


    While talking, he went back to the throne and drew a short knife from under the throne.


    "You killed my five sons, captured one, killed my two most precious guards, and killed my countless soldiers. How many knives should I cut you? Cut five knives first for my son."


    Bayev came to Manda and said with a grim smile, "this is a celestial body outside the sun, moon and stars. It''s your honor to die here."


    The short knife waved and fell on Manda''s cheek first. He was going to cut Manda''s ear.


    With a crisp sound, the short knife got stuck between Manda''s two fingers.