Although Lily has a lot of things to do with the experiment, Bran doesn't want to sit back and enjoy it. Even if it's not for yourself, you have to think about Huahua and Zoya at home.

A few days later, a new landscape was added to the Northland City - the Sky Garden. The garden is small, and the base seat consists of a central pillar and several auxiliary pillars around it, surmounted by a round, semi-open platform.

There are many places at the bottom of the fence that are transparent, and many views can be clearly seen through these places. The most obvious of these are the two idols of the gods, which can be seen from multiple angles below.

The most intriguing thing is the many translucent figures on it. They either wandered around or prayed solemnly around the statue. Some of them are lively, and they will also lean out from the fence curiously.

At this time, Zoya stood beside Bran, looked at the newly completed garden, and suggested, "You should erect a statue of Flowey alone." ”

"It won't agree, just let it continue to rely on me. ”

Zoya couldn't help but laugh and said, "No wonder, I always feel that you in the statue are more like a pedestal." At first, I thought it was an illusion, but I reacted to you when I said this. ”

"Flowey is secretly collecting the fire of life, you know?"

"You know, you'll give me a share every time. Zoya was a little proud, "This is kind of accepting me." ”

"Well, almost. Bran gently bumped Zoya's shoulder, "Don't be complacent, don't you have enough devout believers." ”

"Yes, it's a pity that I won't be able to die for a while, why don't I kill two first?"

Bran wanted to agree casually, but immediately reacted that something was wrong, "Who are they?"

"Dolma," he hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Mr. and Mrs. Niels, and ......."

Listening to the names of the people being reported one after another, Bran quickly interrupted: "Okay, no need to report again." Let it be, we'll talk about this later, don't rush. ”

......

While Bran secretly pinched a cold sweat for Zoya's former family, Dolma was standing in front of a city ready to show off his might.

It's been a while since I've been here, and the chaos here is far worse than I thought. Adam's extensive management has left the area full of factions. At the same time, the way of doing things is too fair, so that all parties have enough room for growth. Even the dragoons, this completely marginalized force.

Stimulated by land, wealth and population, all the forces are flourishing in this fertile land. The natives are being reduced to slavery, becoming the cheapest and most important labor force in the territory.

And they, the outsiders, only need to clench the sword in their hand and wield the whip in their hand. In the process, the military forces of the parties were reinforced.

Dolma thinks this is not a good thing, because most of these military forces are not in Adam's hands, and there are even signs of getting out of control. Many people do not understand why the offensive should be stopped when the situation is good. They want more, and their desires have been thoroughly ignited.

Today, marginalized dragoons are becoming a target for emulated.

Ever since the dragoons occupied the border, they began to use it as a base to sweep the perimeter. Beyond the borders, it is becoming their world.

As a result, the border area, which was originally not favored, suddenly became hot.

Dolma still remembered his father's words and stood firmly by Adam's side. He even persuaded the wall grass in his own forces, but unfortunately it had little effect.

Since the great wizard Bran's plan limits the sphere of influence, there must be a situation that he is also afraid of. But those people have red eyes and have lost their minds.

In anticipation of everyone, Adam finally determined the name of the country - Glory. It's a pity that the founding celebration is still far away, because he is suddenly obsessed with magic and is absent-minded about many things around him.

Now under the throne, his real rival is the Anya knight brought by the queen. I believe that they are the only ones who really surround the throne now.

A knight came to his side and reminded him softly, "My lord, everything is ready." ”

It was said to be a preparation, but it was just to bring many nobles over to watch the scene that was about to happen. Leaving the Barren Continent, without the awe of the Great Wizard, these people are losing their awe.

Dolma didn't care if these people were in awe of the Great Wizard Bran, because he also knew that Bran didn't care at all. He only cares about the former sister, the flower of the night who is now worshipped by the family, the patron saint of the nobility - Zoya.

He knew that it was not only the enemies in the city who died today, but also the individual people in the ranks behind him.

Dolma sighed, maybe there were friends with whom he had a good relationship, because familiarity is often a prerequisite for losing awe.

He raised a hand and began to admonish one last time. Not to the small city in front of him, but to the people behind him.

Never lose your fear of the gods.

The gods are all around us, in our hearts, with us day and night. In the company, some people gradually lost their initial awe. Even forgetting the original vow, words and deeds are becoming more and more contemptuous.

Perhaps, they just don't realize that this is blasphemy!

Here and now, before the power of the gods comes, I remind you again. Maintain your reverence, my friends, and remember your first vows.

Judgment is coming, and it is not only against the enemies in front of you, but also against you and me. ”

At this point, Dolma paused. Then he cried out with all his might, "God bless!"

After speaking, he rode alone towards the city wall, and a demon flower was also held high above his head.

On the city walls, many archers have locked on Dolma, just waiting for him to enter the best range.

In their eyes, this is a madman, or a madman of no low status. The martial arts of outsiders have spread throughout the land, and they are able to be ten or even hundreds. But rumored to be, a warrior like a demon god is not holding a sword and a shield.

Holding a delicate flower branch, do you want to ask for death?

But another thought came to me involuntarily, this flower—how beautiful! So all the archers in the city pressed their bows down a little, for fear that they would accidentally injure the beautiful flower branch in the next attack.

Random arrows!

Although it is not overwhelming, it has become a rain of arrows. Especially on the pathetic lone rider where the target was concentrated, the rain of arrows formed a curtain in front of him and covered it.

The audience was silent, as the knight was unscathed, and only the front of the horse was filled with dense arrow feathers.

Dolma shouted again with all his might, "God bless!"

With a shout, the warhorse man stood up and let out a neigh. The cry like a tsunami and landslide behind him also sounded immediately, God bless!

Everyone forgot the previous order and spontaneously rushed towards the city wall. It was as if it were a piece of tissue paper, waiting for them to rush through.

But an even bigger change took place at this time. The sky seemed to darken, and the delicate flower branches suddenly disintegrated in Zhuoma's hands, turning into countless bright crystalline powders, floating and falling.

The arrow feathers in front of them suddenly sprouted flowers, and they instantly paved towards the city along the path they had come.

Floral scent, everyone smells of flowers. With a hint of sweetness, it lifts the spirits. The source of the fragrance is above the walls, just behind the walls......