Francis looked around as he stood in the magic communication room, which was strewn with corpses and barely a place to put his feet.

I saw that the area of the magic communication room was not very large, and the number of corpses piled up was even more than on the steps outside, and on the ground, endless blood had become a sea, dyeing the entire magic communication room a bright red.

At the end of the magic communication room, next to a telecommunication device inlaid with a magic crystal array, a middle-aged swordsman with gray hair was sitting with his back against the wall, placing a blood-soaked long sword on his lap, gasping for breath. On his heaving chest, he could see large patches of blood and hideous wounds.

Although the middle-aged swordsman was seriously wounded, there was a hint of fortitude and strength on his blood-stained face, this middle-aged swordsman full of iron-blooded military temperament was Francis's titular deputy, José Casado, the deputy head of the Red Flame Dragon Mercenary Regiment. And his real identity, like Francis, is also a general from the Byzantine Empire.

When Jose, who was dying, saw Francis, a fierce flame of hatred suddenly burst into his already gray eyes. He picked up the blood-stained sword that rested across his lap, held the hilt in his hand, and supported the ground with the blade of the sword, struggling to his feet. In the end, though, he failed. After only half of his body was on his feet, he was too seriously injured and his body went limp, and he fell back to the ground.

"Jose, my dear comrade-in-arms, why force yourself when you are powerless to stand up! You are always so fond of doing things that are beyond your means!" Francis sighed with a pun.

"It's not that I can't help myself to stop you from leading the Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Group out of the Empire, but it's my duty!" Jose gasped and responded coldly. After speaking, he said with a hint of annoyance: "This time I was careless, I didn't expect you to decide to betray the empire when the orcs increased their troops in the grassland and the situation faced by our mercenary group deteriorated sharply, so that those eagle dogs under your command suddenly attacked in today's meeting!"

"Why didn't you come to me for this meeting today?" After being annoyed, José asked another question in his heart.

"I knew you were wary of me, and if I showed up at today's meeting, you wouldn't be able to come to it! I don't need to deal with you myself, Albert and O'Brion are enough!, but unfortunately they didn't kill you in the council chamber, and let you end up here. You've sent the news of my rebellion back to Byzantium, haven't you?" said Francis.

"Not bad!" Jose sneered.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter! Anyway, Byzantium will know about my rebellion sooner or later, so it doesn't hurt to know sooner!" Francis said lightly.

"Do you remember the oath you took when you joined the army?" asked José suddenly, staring into Francis' eyes.

"'Loyal to Byzantium all your life, never betrayed!' For the sake of the great Byzantium, go to the fire and die at the expense!'" Francis whispered in a low voice: "This is the oath of the Byzantine soldiers, of course I remember!"

A hint of disdain appeared on Francis's face: "What does this mean? Every Byzantine must say this under the banner when he becomes a soldier! For me, this is just a routine recitation ritual! My heart will not be affected by this at all!"

"You shameless traitor!" José let out a roar after a long pause.

"Hehe, traitor, it was the Byzantium who first apologized for me and sent me to the northern steppe, a remote and wild place where birds don't, and I have a lot of resentment in my heart! Therefore, I have no guilt for betraying Byzantium!" Francis smiled.

"I was stripped of all my honor for my defeat against the Snow Clan on the front lines of the northern Empire, and then I was sent to this hellish place as well. But if it weren't for the fact that the other legions had missed their planes and put my legion under the siege of the Snow Clan, I would not have been defeated! However, after the war, I was the only one who was tried and punished by a court-martial, and the other legion commanders were all safe. Should I also think that the Empire has been unfair to me, and then complain and hate the Empire, and use that as a reason to defect from the Empire?" asked José coldly.

"That's you, not me!" Francis shook his head and said: "You are foolish and loyal to Byzantium, that is because you yourself are willing to accept your fate! You see, I refused to accept my fate, but launched a struggle against fate, betraying Byzantium in exchange for surrendering to the Worship Dragon Sect, which in turn allowed me to obtain the power of the Holy Order, and now I am even at the peak of the Bronze Holy Order! It's just that I don't know if those old things in the military department will regret it because they have no eyes and let the empire lose a sword saint for nothing!"

"Haha, Francis, don't be so narcissistic! What about the peak of the Bronze Holy Rank? You don't know yet, the news came from the Empire half a month ago that Urban has successfully advanced to the Silver Holy Rank, and he still continues to suppress you! You, after all, are still inferior to him! Those adults in the military department are not blind, but their eyes are like torches!" Jose laughed mockingly. He laughed so hard that he was involved in a chest injury, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

After hearing the news from José, the originally bright smile on Francis's face gradually froze, and his chest was blocked for a long time.

After a long time, when he finally opened his mouth again, his voice had become extremely cold: "It turns out that Urban has been promoted to the Silver Saint Rank? This news is actually hidden from me, it seems that those old things in the Imperial War Department have long been suspicious of me and have taken precautions!"

"Well, one day, I will surpass Urban in strength! Francis, who was in a ruined mood, didn't want to talk nonsense with José anymore, so he raised the middle index finger of his right hand and pointed it at José. Immediately, a sword qi shot out from his fingertips, and with a snort, the sword qi pierced through Jose's skull, leaving a huge bloody hole in his forehead.

Jose's whole body shook suddenly, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. This general, who was loyal to the Byzantine Empire to the death, died instantly before he could even scream. From José's eyes that refused to close after his death, but were open with angry eyes, we can see how angry and no, before he died

Sweet.

Looking at Jose's dead corpse, after a cold smile on the corner of Francis's mouth, Huo Ran turned around, waded through the sea of blood under his feet, and left the magic communication room.

After exiting the magic communication room, Francis saw a Red Fire Dragon mercenary warrior standing next to Albert and saying something. And after Albert saw Francis come out, he immediately hurried up to Francis, pointed to the mercenary warrior who was talking to him just now, and said to Francis: "Great Elder, His Majesty the Pope has returned, and he has sent someone to summon you to discuss the matter of the orc army pressing the border!"

Under the crown of the Pope in Albert's mouth, it is none other than the lord of the Dragon Cult, the flame dragon Doragni.

Ever since the Battle of Zanmodaya, when Doragni chased the injured Offalian, Francis has not heard from him. Now that he had heard that Doragni had finally returned, Francis rushed over at once.

The headquarters of the Red Flame Dragon Mercenary Group, in the conference hall.

Earlier today, Jose presided over a meeting in the council hall that was attended by all the captains of the nine brigades of the Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment. In the course of the meeting, the five captains belonging to Francis's faction suddenly attacked José himself and the other four captains belonging to José's faction. After a short but tragic fight, the unsuspecting José and his faction were wiped out. Except for the leader of the faction, José, who was only spared and escaped from the council hall with serious injuries, the other four captains of the Jose faction were all killed on the spot.

Although it has only been half a day, the meeting hall, which had been in disarray due to the outbreak of a bloody battle, has now returned to its original appearance neatly and cleanly. The bodies of the four slain mercenary captains were moved to another place shortly after their deaths, and the pieces of blood left on the ground had already been washed clean with water repeatedly, and there was no trace.

On the wall behind the first seat of the conference table in the conference hall, there was a huge map of the northern grasslands, and at this moment, a young elf man dressed in red clothes, with red hair on his shoulders and a pair of pointed ears, was standing in front of this map, quietly looking at the map.

When Francis walked into the chamber and heard the sound of footsteps in the hall, the elven man slowly turned his head.

On the angular face of the elven man, a pair of long eyebrows that flew into the beard diagonally were actually red, and what was even more surprising was that there was a trace of heat surging out of his red eyes, burning the air in front of him to the point of expansion, so that the space began to twist and shake slightly. If you look closely, you will find that the two pupils that make up his eyeballs are clearly two small clusters of flames that are jumping and burning.

The elf man looked at Francis, a Bronze Saint Rank Peak Sword Saint as strong as Francis, and he also felt that his body suddenly sank, and a great pressure enveloped his body, giving him a sense that he could not move an inch.

Francis silently and silently activated the fighting energy in his body, and then quietly relieved the heavy pressure on his body.

Immediately, I saw him bow and bow his head to the elf man, "My subordinates meet His Majesty the Pope!"

It turned out that this red-clothed and red-haired elven man was the flame dragon Doragni who had turned into a humanoid form.