The puppet was silently accompanying him, and her two false eyes were so dull. But if someone who felt keen could still read a touching tenderness from the stiff eyes.

And as Singhler used all his power to break the seal of the Iron Throne, Dora finally woke up from that extreme emotion.

The grayish white in her eyes retreated like a tide.

"I, I..." She looked at the magic sword in her hand in surprise. Everything that happened before shook before her like a slide.

"How could I do this...I actually did this."

Her chest was undulating violently, looking at the crazy-looking Singhler and the cold and dull Herro, her eyes full of despair.

Christine, who was standing beside her, had a face full of pain. The puppet threads hung her neck and several other important joints, making her unable to resist at all.

"No, I want to stop him." Dora struggled to stand up from the ground, but almost fainted.

The sword just now used up all her strength. It was almost time to lose her strength.

Just as she was about to fall, a gentle force steadily supported her.

"Be careful." Such a voice came from her ear.

As calm and gentle as ever.

"Lance, I..." Dora suddenly lowered her head and gritted her teeth: "I...I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault," Lance said softly.

"Don't you blame me?" Dora's guilt became even stronger.

"No," his eyes moved from Dora to the trembling Iron Throne: "I said, we are friends..."

Before he could finish his words, a violent sound exploded in the darkness, suddenly submerging the last two words in the noise.

The Iron Throne, which Gu Wanlun has been passed down for many years, has finally been declared to collapse!
Chapter completed!