In the port of twilight, hundreds of ships of various sizes blocked the entire bay.

Some of them belong to pirates, but many more belong to Froststone.

After the earthquake, the sounds of fighting and fighting slowly fell silent in the huge harbor, and everyone raised their heads and cast their eyes on the dark night overhead.

Lightning split the dark sky, dark clouds obscured the bright moonlight, and a dragon leaping across the sky with no view of it, roaring at the mortal world.

Pulling the battle axe out of the skull of a pirate, Carol, with straight eyes, looked at the black dragon hovering in the sky, and asked in a daze, "Is that the son of the gods that people call it?"

Aldenan slowly lowered his claws and said dumbfoundedly, "I always thought Randall was joking, but it turned out that everything was true!"

On the deck, beside the plank road, in the harbor, and on the street, thousands of warriors from Froststone City knelt on the ground in the direction of the black dragon flying in the sky.

After a few moments, only the sound of prayer and praise remained in the city.

Those citizens of Twilight City who were hiding at home had the courage to open the cracks in the windows and look at the barbarians from the north outside the door, who were bloody and brutal killing gods a second ago, but now they had become the most devout believers.

The black dragon flew around the city, overlooking everything on the ground, and finally flew back to the hill of the palace.

Carol, who was still immersed in shock, suddenly heard the voice of Ackerman, the commander of the Holy Cult.

"The Children of the Gods have sent down the oracle, and the Holy Cult Army has regrouped and marched to the headquarters of the Knights of the Dusk!"

In the same way, every commander in each of the Froststone Warbands received their own instructions from the soul space.

"The Son of the Gods has sent down a holy oracle, and the Falcon Warband has obeyed the order!

"Supreme Son of the Gods, command us to storm the naval barracks! Let us prove the loyalty and faith of the Red Branch Warband with the blood and heads of our enemies!"

......

As one order after another was conveyed to the various major battle groups of the Froststone Army, tens of thousands of Froststone warriors divided into dozens of armies and began to set off towards their respective goals.

Looking down from the sky, countless torches gather in a slow-flowing stream that flows down the streets of the city, from the sea to the land.

In the barracks of the kingdom's navy, the pirates who had not had time to escape looked at the barbarian gladiators covered in color outside the gate with trembling eyes.

The pirate with the appearance of a small leader was elected by everyone, and slowly walked towards the Red Branch Warband with a white flag, begging for mercy in a loud voice: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I surrender to you on behalf of everyone, as long as you are willing to let us go back, all the treasures on the ship are ......."

Before the pirate leader could finish his sentence, an arrow shot into his mouth, pierced his brainstem, and nailed to a wooden pillar behind him.

A warband leader dressed in a bearskin and wearing an eye patch stood on a tall wooden box, struck his shield with his axe, and roared: "The son of the gods has sent down a holy oracle, and tonight's war will not accept surrender! Death will be the only way to give you liberation!

Hearing the roar of the leader, the gladiators of the Red Branch, shouting the hymn of the gods, spurred on by faith and killing, rushed into the barracks like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.

In front of this group of mad fanatics, the pirates could not even put up the slightest resistance, and in the blink of an eye, they were reduced to piles of scraps of flesh and bones.

The City Hall of Twilight, a landmark of the Twilight Kingdom, is now a veritable wartime bunker.

The rebels and mercenaries blocked the gates with sandbags, set up muskets on every window, and even rolled out light cannons on the balconies.

A mercenary leader hid behind the window on the third floor and shouted to the Froststone army at the corner of the street: "I have six hundred battle-hardened soldiers under my command, and I also have the most advanced muskets and artillery in the Southern Empire, and anyone who tries to capture this building will pay a heavy price! If you know each other, let us go now! I will pretend that nothing happened tonight!"

Among the Froststone troops attacking the town hall, an old warrior with a longbow walked out, who was none other than Fried, the leader of the Falcon Warband.

I saw him take a horn from his waist, puff out his cheeks towards the sky, and blow hard.

The dull and long sound of the horn spread throughout the neighborhood in an instant.

The leader of the mercenaries listened to the sound of the horn, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

He turned to his men and asked, "What does he want to do?!"

The mercenaries looked at each other, and no one knew.

Two minutes later, a loud griffin chirped in the sky.

A Valkyrie in silver armor and a feather crown rode a huge griffin from the direction of the sea towards the town hall.

As she got closer to her target, Valkyrie patted the back of her mount and began to gradually lower the griffin's height.

The moment she reached the top of the target building, Valkyrie pulled the reins, the griffon's claws snapped loose, and a net bag full of spore parasites fell from the sky and fell straight down.

Earth-shattering explosions and intense glare flashed like ripples in a pond from where the town hall was located.

After the fire, the original gorgeous and majestic town hall was turned into a pile of complete ruins.

Amid the flames and smoke, the Falcon Bands descended into the ruins and began searching for the surviving.

The leader of the mercenaries was crushed under a large stone pillar, one arm was missing, and not a single piece of skin was visible from the top and bottom of his body.

Looking at the battle leader Fried who appeared in front of him, the mercenary leader coughed up a mouthful of bloody sputum and said with difficulty: "Help me...... I know the mastermind behind this rebellion......"

Fried squatted down, looked at the will to survive in the eyes of the mercenary leader, and unhurriedly drew the dagger, slitting the opponent's throat little by little.

Faced with the frightened look on the deceased's face, Fried wiped the blood stains from the dagger and said calmly, "We don't need your information...... God knows everything. ”

Knights of the Twilight West, Headquarters Building.

"Monsters! Monsters everywhere! Our people are dead...... They're all dead!"

A soldier with a pale face and a deranged mind sat in the hall of the headquarters, his eyes staring at the ceiling with a blank look, his body convulsing.

The aristocratic commander in charge of commanding the rebels looked at the panicked old man behind him and asked anxiously, "Lord Baianse, what should we do?"

As the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Silver Ring Kingdom, Bo'anse had long lost his former composure and calmness at this moment, and he listened to the screams of soldiers coming from outside the door, and said incoherently: "How can this be? How did it become like this?!"

The aristocratic commander walked up to Baianse and said anxiously: "My lord, listen to me! In my experience, any army in this world will only be defeated when facing those monsters! Therefore, we must abandon the barracks and flee the city as soon as possible!"

Bo Anse nodded vigorously and shouted, "You're right! We must evacuate now! As long as we can retain our strength, we can make a comeback sooner or later! By the way, Your Majesty! Get Your Majesty quickly! He is the hope for the future of the Silver Ring Kingdom!"

"Are you looking for this?"

A cold voice came from behind everyone.

A group of silver-ringed nobles with gloomy faces threw the body of a boy into the hall.

Paianse fixed his eyes and saw that the dead man was none other than the young king of the Silverring Kingdom, the six-year-old Guy VII.

"What did you do?!!

Boanse knelt on the ground and picked up the boy's body, grief-stricken and weeping.

A silver-ringed nobleman with his hands stained with blood said loudly to the silent colleagues in the hall: "Any smart person can see that the silver-ringed kingdom is over! Do you want to bury this kingdom, or do you want to gamble and fight for a way to live for yourself?!"

The silver-ringed nobles in the hall looked at each other, each with struggle and gloom written on their faces.

Bians held the body of the King of the Rings in his arms and shouted hysterically: "Traitors, shameless traitors! I curse you, and I curse your souls to never be at peace!"

In the hall, a nobleman looked at Baianse's crazy appearance, swallowed his saliva, took the dagger from his bosom, and slowly walked towards the latter.

Under the desperate gaze of the old man and the cry of pain, the silver-ringed nobleman stabbed the dagger into the other man's lower abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, more and more of the old ministers of the Silver Ring took out their respective weapons and slowly walked towards Bo'ans and the King of the Silver Ring.

Like a pack of hyenas gnawing on carrion, Boanse and Guy VII were dismembered and decapitated by the nobles in a matter of moments.

A loud bang came from the doorway.

The locked door of the Knights' headquarters was kicked open by an orc.

Orcs, werewolves, elves...... All the soldiers of the Froststone Saint Sect Army walked into the hall in a neat array, looked at the mess in front of them, and began to talk in a whisper.

Ackerman, the Dark Elf Commander, walked up to the Silverring nobles with the two Medusa sisters and asked, "Who is your leader?"

Several nobles rushed to pick up the heads of Boanse and Guy VII from the ground, crowded in front of Ackerman like a treasure, and said flatteringly: "Dear lord, please take a look, these two people are the first evil of this disaster!"

Ackerman took a closer look at the two heads, let out a long breath, and then motioned for the Holy Army soldiers to pack them and take them away.

The nobles of the Silver Ring bent down and asked with a smile on their faces, "Honorable lord, can we go?"

Ackerman turned his head and smiled: "Don't worry, follow the oracle of the Son of the Gods, and I will send you on your way......"

Seeing the orcs raising their great sticks and the werewolves licking their claws towards them, the nobles of the silver ring shouted in fear: "No, you can't do this!

A moment later, a heart-rending scream rang out from the headquarters building of the Knights of the Twilight West.