As the eastern sky grows brighter, seagulls chirp, salty smells drift in the morning breeze, and thin clouds cascade like fish scales, today will be a good day for a big battle that will decide history.

On the west side of the battlefield, facing the direction of the sun is the aristocratic coalition. They filled their stomachs in the dark of night, came out of the camp early, and began to line up on the battlefield. This is a precious opportunity, and the Church of the Goddess of Truth Thunder has earned it for them. According to the previous agreement, the day of the decisive battle will begin from the second when midnight turns into the start of a new day, but only Feige has absolute field combat ability on the battlefield, which will mean that the noble alliance will be killed by him without realizing it. So the priests who came to watch the battle wanted to delay the battle until dawn, and they would finish their prayers to the goddess before dawn, and the battle could take place after sunrise.

Feige agreed—it was just a trick to negate him, and there were many more like it.

He looked to the north, and there was a grandstand not far from the battlefield, on which fifty citizens of Tawugang who had come out of the "lottery" sat upright, holding blankets and shivering. He believed that many more people were watching the battle nearby, and they were seated on the hillside in front of the palace. In this era, wishes, promises, and the like have to be put back, and success or defeat is the language that people can understand, and it has always been in the first place.

It's often as simple as that, win and lose.

The dawn of winter is cold, and the hot breath exhaled by men and horses forms a white mist that rises towards the sky one by one. The knights in array struggled to control the horses under their seats and calm their nerves. Perhaps these people thought that the impending blinding dawn was causing the animals to panic, but in fact, these intelligent creatures had already smelled magic and instinctively called them out of the way, only to be dragged away.

"This Hall, who had already thought about the problem of the dawn sun in advance, wanted to fight with the light on his back, is really a cunning fellow. Some of the knights snorted and tried to squint, "But where is his army? It can't be a tunnel to hide underneath, right? Be careful, maybe there's something wrong with the ground." ”

"Instead of worrying about the ground, it's better to worry about what else you can grab in a while. Another knight said, "See those giant trebuchets, which will throw at least tens of thousands of fist-sized stones and build a tombstone for Feige Ziweili Hale." Don't bother writing him an epitaph, Tawu Harbor City and Shaki Manor are the more important places. ”

"Haha, yes! Yesterday, when Count Raphael finally persuaded him to surrender, he also took out a white flag and planted it in the south, saying that those who wanted to surrender could go there at any time, and he would be as careful as possible not to hurt the people near the white flag. It's really too much to say. I guess as soon as we charge at the beginning of the battle, he will run towards the white flag as soon as we charge!"

"You're thinking too much, and when the time comes, you'll really have to be careful about those Hell Knights on the left and right! Their magic guns are dangerous, so you must keep charging speed, and hesitation will be in vain!"

The eastern sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the red morning glow is about to be replaced by the brightness of white, and it is less than a minute before the official start of the war. The trebuchet was tightened, and the crossbows rattled and were ready to be fired. Feiqi faced the combined army of nobles alone, and even the black and white winged golden thunder banner held high was two hundred meters away from him, and was outside the normal margin of error of a trebuchet.

A beam of white light illuminates the spire of the palace tower and dyes the summit of King's Mountain a snow-like color. Feige opened his eyes, red flames burning in his pupils. At the same time, the trumpets rang out, the drums of war beat wildly, the sound of swishing even drowned out the cries of battle, and black shadows and lines rose from the west, which were arrows from thrown stones and longbows and heavy crossbows. But the first to rush to the east was a thin green line, like a light snake that burrowed through the gap in the air, silently but with great power, and slammed headfirst into Feiqi's protective spell.

Like thunder colliding and exploding, the dazzling light forced everyone to block their eyes, and perhaps only Feige still had his eyes wide open, and the flame of his pupils was still the same. The green ray twisted and twisted itself, moving closer and closer to Fitch, protected by a series of shattering runic spells behind it, like bullets piercing glass.

Feige took a step to the right, tilting his head slightly to the right, and the green thread brushed past his left ear, and in vain. At the same time, many teleportation channels opened in front of Feiqi, and seven or eight vicious creatures jumped out, roaring excitedly and waving their weapons viciously.

"Of course I know that demons can teleport too. With a flick of his hand, Feige activated the magic circle around him and made it public. This is an inverted bowl-shaped offensive and defensive formation, and there are thirty-two sections on the ground, each of which is covered with complex runes, and each section is intertwined with at least three rune energy lines with all other sections, supporting each other through spatial runes.

Each of these runic lines is a cut of space. Even spell arrows that barely take up space will be weakened, so the spatial teleportation channels opened by the demons are at least the size of a person, and they are cut more often. The weapon-wielding guys jumped out and then turned into pieces of minced meat.

"The soul of the abyss, although it smells foul, it can still burn. Fitch flicked the lantern on his waist with his left hand, and the red infernal flame ignited, and the soul trap began to capture the surrounding fuel, and in doing so, strengthened Fitch's spell. At this time, it was suddenly dark in the west.

"Come on!" Feige roared, his arms raised upward, and the protective circle began to spin and rise, and Feige flew off the ground at the same time, holding the entire circle towards the black pressure of stones and arrows, colliding with it head-on. In an instant, black engulfed everything, and Feige and his circle were drowned in the attack. However, in the next moment, the black faded, and the rotating circle and the Feiqi in it were still clearly visible, and the upper and lower parts of the circle with a total of sixty-four facets were shining like diamonds in the morning sun.

"The space around him is chaotic, and it's impossible to cast spells into it!" shouted from the noble coalition, and the few spellcasters who tried to attack Feiqi with a spell first locked onto him, using the "tracking magic spell" that Feiqi had once made public, but they all failed. While everyone can see Fitch with the naked eye, the Tracking MONOCULUS can't. They chanted the incantation countless times and then watched it crumble.

Several spell rays, each with its own brilliant color, flew towards Feiqi, a thunderbolt from above, and green energy arrows reappeared. They all crashed into Feige's spatial shield, then lost themselves in the ever-changing spatial passages, and were all thrown out. Feige smiled contemptuously and continued to rise higher and higher.

"He's flying, what's the use of us knights?" the nobles had charged from the beginning, but now they realized how blind and useless they were. Despite its claim to be indestructible, the knight's strength comes from the horse's hooves, and the horse has no ability to take off. They could only vent their anger on Feiqi's two bannermen, so they reversed course and charged at the black-and-white-winged Golden Thunder Banner.

Feige simply ignored it. During the time he was preparing, his spatial spell had already stirred up the dirt underground, and there were hollows everywhere, unable to support the cavalry charge at all. They only need to run a little longer and fall into a subsidence area that is even more dangerous than quicksand. They didn't have to do anything at all, they weighed enough to kill.

He flew upwards to a height where bows and trebuchets were powerless, looked down at the formation of the noble coalition, and then attacked. The method of attack is simple: throw fireballs.

He casually dropped a fireball, the fireball fell lightly, suddenly disappeared when it touched the rotating space array, and appeared directly in the coalition's military array in the next second. The explosion and the loud bang were unexpected, and some people didn't know they had been beaten until the flames and blood were slapped on their faces. They don't understand why fireballs can't fly without paths, and didn't their spellcaster say that the space around Feige is chaotic, why do stones, arrows, and spell rays fly wildly, but fireballs don't?

This question is like asking why a three-year-old boy can shake with a ten-pound hammer when an adult knight can use the same weapon. Asking is the answer of whether it can or not.

Feige "stands" in the air and teleports the fireballs one by one into the aristocratic coalition, which is much better in terms of suddenness and explosiveness than drawing a trajectory. Flame is the most commonly used power by humans, and the process of familiarization with flame is accompanied by fear of flame, and at this moment the fear explodes. Those who died undoubtedly warned the living, and those who were set on fire and fled in all directions brought great confusion to the ranks, and many were completely dazed and became hysterical on the battlefield where fireballs exploded on all sides.

There was no shortage of valiant men among the aristocratic coalitions, who struggled to get to the giant ballistas and trebuchets, or climbed the four-wheeled platform that was intended to attack Tawu Harbor City, hoping to close the distance and attack. Feige admires these brave men, but at the same time reminds them with enough fire that the siege equipment is made of combustible wood. Occasionally, spells would be fired at Feige, but most of them died down after the fireball returned fire. Only the green energy arrows could still shoot from time to time, each time making the protective spell shake for a while, and it looked a little embarrassed.

"Not killed yet?" Fitch also wondered. He used the Eagle Eye Meditation technique to find the transmitter of the energy arrow, but the man seemed to be very nimble and extremely good at concealment, and Feige never caught his place. In this case, there is only one way to find the snake hiding in the grass, and that is to burn it all.

He turned his head and flew in the direction of his flag, and soon came to the position of the pit. The charging cavalry was wrestling with the collapsing ground, and the seemingly solid dirt would collapse like sand when clawed. They struggled, men and horses were entangled, no one could really control their bodies, and even breathing became extravagant. Some people reached out to Feige, as if to call for help.

They are greeted by flames, and what awaits them is the Soul Trap Lantern.

Red flames rose and black plumes of smoke sprung up, twisting and swirling like rivers into the Soul Trap lanterns. The soul can be used as a kind of energy, and with its strengthening, Feige can cast stronger, more violent, and more persistent spells. He "recharged" himself with the lives of his knights, then returned to the positions of infantry and engineering weapons on the other side and began to cast the next spell.

"What is he doing?" The residents of Tawu Harbor City who were watching the battle were in a safe place, but they were not very comfortable. Listening to the screams in my ears, my nose smelled a terrible smell that I couldn't tell if it was fragrant or smelly, and all I saw in my eyes was the bloody reality of the battlefield, and many people were already vomiting. They tried to leave, but were stopped by guards guarding them. It's not good to run on the battlefield, I don't know how many traps there are here. And they all have the responsibility of witnessing history, and the gambling game of tens of thousands of gold coins in the city is still waiting for their report, how can they do it without reading it?

"Don't use him, call His Majesty King Fitch St. Hall. One of the residents said with a pale face: "Your Majesty has won, Your Majesty alone defeated the entire noble coalition, which means that Your Majesty is the strongest person here, enough to protect us all." ”

"But ......," said the other cautiously, "shouldn't the saints of the goddess use thunder?"

Of course, Feige will use thunder, and he is summoning thunderstorms right now, but this is not the rune magic of the goddess, but pure magic. He had a lot of fun setting fire to it before, but he needed to suppress the inferno aura at all times, and not let the power of the Deep Hell Purgatory appear on the battlefield, which made him a little constrained. Battlefields, killings, blood, death, all of these are always attracting his demonic side. It's too dangerous, and the priest of the Goddess of Truth Thunder Church is still watching the battle not far away.

A normal thunderstorm needs to gather thunderclouds first, which will be black and oppressive, and it will not look beautiful. As a mage who is very familiar with spatial spells, Feiqi directly draws some of his power from the air plane and converts it into lightning with magic runes, so that he can create thunderbolts "out of thin air". No one can move faster than lightning, and the massive amount of metal armor underneath reinforces Lightning's hit rate.

"Boom, boom~~~~~" Countless thunderbolts fell from the sky, smashing into the ground like a waterfall, leaving almost no gap. The sound of thunder splitting the air was endless, and even the people who were fighting for a thousand meters were numb in their scalps and trembling all over their bodies. Many people felt that Feige summoned a huge pillar of lightning with a radius of several hundred meters, which pierced directly through the air and smashed the entire enemy army underneath. If there is a Thor in this world, then this must be Thor's hammer.

The hammer was struck three times, and then fell silent. In fact, if you listen carefully, there will still be a very sharp high-pitched tweet in your ears, and then you will find that the silence around you is just a temporary loss of function in the ears after the roar. In the midst of the lightning, the protective circle around Feiqi also began to disintegrate, falling with the remaining lightning, smashing one crater after another on the ground like a heavy object. Feige, though he took off his armor, still looked down on his victory like a king.

The ground was already in shambles, and even the previous raging fire was smashed out in the thunderous bombardment, so could there still be room for the fire of life to exist? There was not much tangible thing left at the scene, and even the soul was greedily absorbed by the lantern. Powerful energy fluctuations even changed the weather, and the thunder was followed by rain clouds that formed a rain of sun over the battlefield.

At this time, Feige finally saw the giant bow and the man covering his face with a black mask. Under the thunder, he finally had nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, and was pierced through his body by lightning. A large, charred hole was in his chest and abdomen, and death had consumed him, but the great bow was still intact. Feige landed, drew the Pit Excalibur, and sliced through his mask.

Beneath the mask was a burned, crumbling face that would normally be unrecognizable. However, if every burned face is different, this one does bring back Fitch's memories. "Sedron?" Feich's voice hesitated, as he wasn't sure it was the missing Lord of Minas Ihir. He was about to examine further, when he heard creaking footsteps around him.

"You've won, but I can't really say a word of congratulations. The people who came were the "witnesses" sent by the Patriarch, replacing Mackintosh, who was no longer physically able to serve, and Bernard Joyce, who had just become the archbishop. "As a saint, you have killed too many people. ”

"It's a lot. Feige nodded, and he continued to slice through "Sedron's" clothes with his sword, only to be stopped by Bernard. "Don't be disrespectful to the dead, since you have already won, you should respect these opponents. ”

"Opponents, do you think these people are my opponents?" Feige shook his head and continued his job. When the black chest wrap was cut, Feige saw an intricate rune tattoo on the burnt skin, right on the heart. "Look, do you know this rune?"

Bernard walked over, and at this time he also noticed the intricate rune tattoos located on the heart and lungs of the corpse. "I don't recognize this kind of thing, but I feel that these runes exude evil and are not a good thing. ”

"This is the rune of the Bottomless Abyss Demon, it's time for you to enhance your learning. "This shows that our enemies—the real enemy—are always active around us. Hmm? What's that?"

Feige looked up to his left, and Bernard turned his head, but he didn't feel anything. However, he soon saw the corpse of a warhorse break open in the middle, and out of it staggered out a dwarf creature less than a meter long, using a human skull as a helmet. Bernard covered his nose, he didn't know what it was, but his disgust was even stronger. And in Feige's perception, this guy is filled with the smell of death.

"Get up, corpse, fight for me, explode, corpse, kill for me!"

Feige sighed and shook his head when he heard him.