“Barton?”
Dudian looked at the face behind the armor. His mind went blank for a moment but it was only for a moment. He looked up at the kings around him, there was a small hole in the front of each blade. There was a long white silk that spread out like a spider web and stuck to the bodies of the kings. The white silk was thick and tough. Many kings were trapped and couldn’t break free.
“Why?”
A sharp blade covered with dark energy reached Barton’s chest. Dudian’s expression was blurred in the shadow. He couldn’t see clearly but his voice was low.
Barton didn’t think that his helmet would fall. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted: “Dean, I’m sorry. You have to kill me.”
