"Your injuries are serious. Sun Fei frowned, because he found that Constantine's body had already accumulated terrible injuries inside and outside his body.

At this time, Constantine's internal organs have undergone a significant displacement, which is obviously the reason for forcibly cultivating the [Seven Injuries Fist], leaving a large number of dark wounds, for example, it is like a dam that intercepts an excessive flood, and there is a danger of extinction at any time, and what is even more terrifying is that once these injuries all erupt, it will be like a real mountain flood and reverse, but it is really too late.

In addition, the battles of these days have also left a large number of shocking external wounds on Constantine's body, the most terrifying of which is a sword mark from his left shoulder to his right hip, which almost cut his whole person into two pieces, although the wound has been slightly scarred, but it still leaves a charred black trace.

"I'm lucky to be able to survive. Constantine was a tough guy, smiled calmly, and said: "These injuries can be healed sooner or later, but if it weren't for your Majesty's timely appearance today, Byzantium would have perished, and the southern sea line of the empire would have fallen into the hands of the despicable Lyonnais." ”

Sun Fei took out a bottle of blood-red [Life Recovery Potion] from the storage ring, handed it over, and said, "Let's treat the injury first, and I'll talk about other things later." ”

Generally speaking, the same dose of potion has a lower effect on the higher the strength, not only because it can hurt the injuries of the strong with outstanding strength, basically leaving the residual strength of fighting or magic, but also because the strength and life of the strong themselves are extremely strong, and the vitality gap that needs to be filled is even greater.

A bottle of [Life Recovery Potion] can probably only heal the superficial external injuries on Constantine's body.

When the potion was exhausted, Sun Fei switched to [Paladin Mode].

With a clear sound, the Paladin's [Prayer] skill was activated in an instant, and the whole person bloomed with an extremely powerful golden warm light, like a god.

In an instant, the people in the entire command cabin instantly felt that the energy they had consumed in the battle just now was rapidly replenishing, and some small wounds on his body were also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, Sun Fei stretched out his palm filled with golden light, and stroked the charred black scar on Constantine's body from top to bottom, and under the soaking of golden light, a trace of black-red smoke escaped from the wound - this was the residual flame destruction power left in his body.

After repeating this several times, Constantine's severe trauma was finally healed.

"Phew, it's really troublesome, it's a pity, the level of today's [Paladin Mode] is still too low, and it still stays at the level of the Dark World of Normal Difficulty, if it is raised to the level of Nightmare difficulty, it will not be so difficult to treat such an injury, it seems that it is necessary to pay attention to balanced development in the future!"

This thought flashed through Sun Fei's mind, and he instantly switched back to [Barbarian Mode].

The secret wounds left by the forced cultivation of the [Seven Wounds Fist] in Constantine's body are very serious internal injuries, and they have accumulated for a long time, which can be regarded as a sinking scabies, and ordinary healers can only be helpless, and only the power of the [Barbarian Mode] in the realm of the Great Sun Venerable can be treated.

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In the next few days, Sun Fei temporarily sat in the Byzantine royal city.

Considering the need to build momentum in the imperial war, Sun Fei did not hide his identity.

Soon, under the propaganda of the Byzantines, almost the entire Zenit people in Qingfeng Province knew that the Byzantine State had won the first hearty victory in the battle against the Lyons in the southern part of the empire, destroying a quarter of the Lyonnais Empire's naval fleet, and the most important thing was that they knew the reason for the victory of the Byzantines-

Alexander, the god of war and the legendary protector of the country, came to the southern frontier of the empire.

This sudden good news, for the Zenit people who were struggling to survive under the haze of war and the iron hooves of the coalition forces, was like a sudden fire in the long darkness, which suddenly made them see great hope.

There was almost no need to mobilize and appeal, and as soon as the news broke, there were a large number of fleeing civilians, scattered Imperial troops, other affiliated royal families who were fleeing, Imperial officials and nobles in Qingfeng Province, and idle mercenaries...... A large number of people, like a tidal wave, gathered towards the Byzantine royal city, and came here to seek the protection of Alexander, the imperial god of war.

What happened in the defense of St. Petersburg, the imperial capital a few days ago, has been preached by a bard named Materazzi and his peers, and fueled by the official power of the empire, at this time almost throughout the territory of the Zenit Empire.

Everyone believed that as long as there was such an invincible god of war, it would be impossible for Zenit to perish, and sooner or later the invaders would pay a bloody price.

In less than two days, more than 200,000 people had gathered in the royal city of Byzantium.

Contrary to the jubilation of the Zenit people, the Ten Imperial Alliances, which were originally rampant in the southern frontier of Zenit, fell into an uncontrollable panic after receiving the news.

On the day when the news of Alexander, the god of war of the Zenits, came to southern Xinjiang, the invasion garrisons of the coalition forces, which were originally active around the Byzantine state, flaunting their might and plundering war resources, and slaughtering desperate troops at will, were evacuated to a hundred miles away from the Byzantine royal city almost overnight.

After calming down, some people in the coalition army questioned the authenticity of this news.

Because everyone knows that Alexander, the king of Chambord, should be sitting in St. Petersburg, the imperial capital of Zenit, at this time, how could such a big man who would affect the victory or defeat of the Zenit people in the war, how could he suddenly come to southern Xinjiang quietly? In order to save the civilians? It's really ridiculous, is there anything more important for the Zenit royal family than to defend the imperial capital?

So on the third day when the news broke, the Ten Great Imperial Alliances selected a death squad composed of ten elite masters and powerhouses with more than six star cases, and secretly mixed in with the flow of refugees heading to the Byzantine royal city, trying to find out the truth of the matter.

Just in case, the masters of the coalition army were very cautious, and they were dressed as refugees all the way, not showing the slightest trace of horses and flaws, and even mingling with the poor people of Zenit......

Unfortunately, in the evening of the same day, the moment the refugees entered the gate of the Byzantine royal city, a handsome and flowing young man with long blond hair and a white robe suddenly appeared above the city gate.

This handsome young man like the son of an elf in the dust, there was no superfluous words at all, he stood in the setting sun, dressed in golden light, blonde hair moved with the wind, pulled the longbow, opened the bow and shot arrows, only to hear the bowstring tremble, the cyan streamer tore the sky, shook the entire royal city, like the most brilliant and beautiful fireworks in time, shot ten arrows in an instant.

Ten arrows.

Ten brilliant and beautiful streamers!

Among the top ten masters of the coalition army, several were shot on the spot and turned into a pile of broken flesh and bones, and there was no time to dodge or escape, and the remaining one was also pierced through the right arm by an arrow, and was almost crucified to the ground!

After firing ten arrows, the blonde archer flickered and disappeared from the city wall as if it had never appeared.

And the last coalition master, in the end, relying on the instinct of outlaw, cut off his right arm by himself, and ran away like a lost dog all the way, becoming the only lucky one to leave alive!

Since then, no one has suspected that the Zenit god of war is not in Byzantium.

Because the handsome archer who appeared on the city wall was none other than Fernando Torres, the close guard officer who had been following Chambord King Alexander all along, and one of the saints of the Twelve Golden Sacred Palaces of Chambord City.

[Son of the Wind] is here, and the King of Chambord must be there!

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The first update.