On the chaotic and noisy battlefield, Lori Zade, the chief of the Imperial Court with a long knife in her hand, quickly shuttled between the chaotic elven warriors.

There was a chaotic shout, the clash of blades and armor, the noise of carriages and footsteps, the shouting of trumpets and commands... The white afterimage hurried through the chaos, rushing straight to the end of the line.

Or rather, to the rapid sound of vibration.

The elf girl who lost her eyes in order to inherit the "Heart Slash", from the day she became sensible, there were only "voices" left in her world - the sound of the wind, footsteps, breathing, heartbeat... The laws of sound and vibration outlined the world in her dark vision.

Only Anson... His only brother... Exception......

Feeling the gradually hot breath between her mouth and nose, the elf girl who held her breath and hurried continued to pass through all kinds of "noises", and the steps under her feet became faster and lighter, like a dancing feather and a dragonfly touching water, not stained with dust.

Right now......

"Boom ——————!!!!"

A swift explosion sounded not far ahead.

This voice... It's the alchemy bomb of the Imperial!

The elven girl, who immediately stopped, heard the movement of hundreds of footsteps and armor weapons colliding in her ears, and the chaotic and shocking sound was the prelude to the war that she had been exposed to since childhood.

"Cavalry, it's the cavalry of the Imperial people rushing this way!"

An angry and fearful roar came from Lori Zade's left: "Hurry up, hurry up and line up, line up the spears, and the archers go to the back!"

"The rest of the samurai, come with me... Draw your sword and meet the enemy!"

"Draw your sword to meet the enemy, rush to ——!!!!"

In the sound of neat muffled cheers, the chaotic movement began to gradually become orderly, and Lori Zade, who was blocked in her way, had no choice but to rush forward with the samurai who were arrayed to meet her.

The neat and imposing vibration gave the elf girl the illusion of being in a torrent.

But this delusion only lasted for a moment... Because in the next second, the real "torrent" has already been paved.

"Byrne, Attack ——!"

"Long live the Black Duke——————!!!!"

In the sound of galloping horses' hooves, the roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth seemed to shake the whole world!

The Byrne knights, lined up in a neat and dense line on the Imperial Boulevard, were in stark contrast to the scattered Azorean elven warriors on the opposite side, and the leather-clad horses galloped like close comrades, their breath and iron hooves drowned out all sounds.

This is the real, torrent-like rush.

"Just rush over, rush over them, break them!" Lusen, who roared angrily, brandished two short swords, and almost rushed in front of the "Riding Wall":

"Crush them - put the gun!"

At the moment of the roar, the sea of flowers-like flags and spears suddenly flattened, turning into bursts of cold with murderous intent.

"Archery, archery, archery!"

The next second of the roar, like a rain of locust arrows falling from the sky, exploded countless dazzling sparks on the charging Byrne knights, but... And just a spark.

Unless it's face-to-face, an archer who only dares to shoot will never be able to shoot through the armor of a Byrne knight!

At the same time as the rain of arrows fell, dozens of elven warriors had already crossed the gun array and took the lead in rushing towards the oncoming Byrne knights.

Sharp blade to flag gun, fifty steps... For both sides of the sprint, it was just a moment between three breaths.

Three breaths can make the difference between life and death.

"Bell ——————!!!!"

In an instant, a hundred and ten times of agitation turned into a chorus of firelight!

At the moment when the blades collided, almost all the elven warriors parried or deflected the oncoming spears, and the Azorean long knife mixed with Mithril in their hands turned into a retrospective light, and pounced on it with a desperate roar

The skill of the sword was so superb that the Byrne knights in the saddle did not even have time to react, and many of them only blinked an eye, not even realizing that their spears had been swung away.

But they didn't need it at all—and a row of Byrne knights who were sprinting with all their might, and they were terrifying more than just the flag guns in their hands.

"Knock ——!"

With a terrifying sound, the first Azorean elven warrior to pounce on him had not yet swung his sword, and his lightly armored body had already slammed into the kite-shaped shield in the knight's hand.

The shield shattered, the elven warrior with a sunken chest spat blood, flew upside down like a sandbag, and fell weakly on the dusty Imperial Avenue, the long knife still clenched in his hand as if it was still struggling.

He never had a chance to struggle again.

Countless steel hooves trampled over the limbs, torsos, and heads of the elven warriors, raising a bunch of petals in the billowing smoke and dust, staining the hooves red.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth... Nearly the same scene of constant confrontation played out, and the very few elven warriors who killed the Byrne knight with a long knife would also be pierced through the chest by the knight who followed, falling to the ground, and being trampled by the horse's hooves.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of elven warriors had been exhausted.

But... Not without exceptions.

"Bell!"

The moment the long knife was unsheathed, the tip of the spear and the body of the spear split in two, a trace of light had already swept through the neck of the Byrne Knight, and the moment the blood sprayed, the wailing knight fell from the saddle.

The first... The blindfolded elf girl said secretly in her heart.

In the dark world, all she could "see" was hundreds of "voices" coming from all directions, fast and slow, far and near... The only difference is that there is a gap in their speed and the direction of approach.

And seizing that flash, the gap in an instant, is the way of the samurai who is destined to "slash the heart".

Knife, three feet long.

Within three feet, everything is cut down.

"Bell——! bell, bell, bell... Bell ——!"

The charging Byrne knights only had time to hear the sound of blades clattering in their ears, and by the time they raised their eyes in shock, the world had turned pitch black.

Leaping up and dodging the arrows and spears, Lori Zade's butterfly-like body danced in the air, leaping and pounced on the next "sound".

Rush over, you can't be stopped here, otherwise you won't be Duke Byrne and his ...... at all

"Bell ——!"

The long knife drawn with her backhand blocked the two sharp blades that came from directly below, and in a moment, the blindfolded elf girl, who had lost her foothold, had to land, swinging away from the enemy and sliding backwards.

"Your Excellency is ...... this weapon"

"Rush over, I'll stop her!" The gray-eyed boy who roared angrily didn't give the elf girl a chance to dodge himself, and the figure leaped down from the saddle and pounced straight up.

"Bell-bell-bell-bell——!"

Three sparks, the elf girl holding the long knife behind her back blocked the two short swords that stabbed at the door and neck, and the sharp blades of the collision continued to make a piercing sound.

The fast-charging knights kept passing through the left and right sides of the two figures, like flying fish moving through the water, and the smoke and dust rolled up made their shadows only faintly visible outside.

The roaring sound of horses' hooves continued to explode in their ears, and the cold swords and sabers continued to slash through their heads with white light.

"I remember that your Excellency was the Duke of Byrne's bodyguard, the Imperial who defeated the Grand Adjutant of the Overgeet. As if she didn't see the two sharp blades in front of her, Lori Zade, still whispered in that "childlike" tone:

"Lusen of Ellemont... Right?"

"It's just Luceen!"

With a cold snort, the gray-eyed boy slashed the short sword in his right hand, turned around and slashed back, and the moment he was dodged, the tip of the "Dragon Knight's Spear" in his left hand also hit the elf girl's blade.

Lori Zade frowned slightly, sliding backwards with the oncoming impact.

"I see... No wonder Lord Loren said that this time the enemy's movements were not quite in the style of the little elven prince - stupid like a beast, the slightest irritation would provoke it, and then rush forward desperately. ”

As he spoke, the gray-eyed young man's eyes had turned gray-blue soaked in the power of the void, and the evil god mark on the back of his neck flickered with a dim fire: "I understand, the one who commands this elven army... It's you, right?"

"In other words, if they kill you or capture you alive, these Azorean elves will be slaughtered like snakes that have lost their heads!"

"Allow me to return these words to you in their original form, Lord Lusen of Ellemont. The blindfolded elf girl said coldly:

"If Duke Byrne dies by my sword, then you Byrnes will also be scattered and become a group of vulnerable guerrillas, right?"

"So... Our goals are exactly the same, just in different directions. Lu Sien, who sneered and hooked the corners of his mouth, his expression was a little more hideous:

"All that's left is to see who succeeds—of course, you can rest assured that I won't kill you, because I'm going to kill you... There are others. ”

As he spoke, Lusen's mind came to mind the figure of a witcher who had lost his legs but was still fighting.

"Really?!"

The moment the words fell, the figure of the elven girl had disappeared from Lusen's sight.

"Bell!"

Almost instinctively, Lu Sien crossed his short sword in front of him, and the moment the sound of the stirring sounded, he only had time to see two waves of white qi flash in front of him.

What a fast knife!

No, that's too fast!

There was no room for reaction at all, and the instinct of his body allowed Lusen to attack with a backhand, and the rapid swing of the short sword almost carried his body forward.

"Bell!"

There was another crisp sound, and the elf girl who had been parrying continuously turned around to dodge, and before she could evacuate, she was once again caught up by Lusen;

"Your Excellency's sword... It seems to be more refined than last time. ”

"Each other, each other. Lu Sien said coldly: "For Lord Loren's goal, there is still a long way to go. ”

In the next second, the two swords converged again!

"Bell!"

..............................

Under the gates of the imperial capital, a tense confrontation is underway.

Of course, it was more one-sided than a confrontation - with the city gate as the watershed, dozens of noble officers of the Imperial Capital Guard Legion were pressed to the ground by a variety of tying and surrounded by loyal "legionnaires", and the spears and crossbows raised made them dare to glare angrily at the knights of Elemon and Byrne on the other side.

In the face of those fierce eyes, the Archduke of Ellemont with a serious expression stood in front of them with his sword on his hand, without any scruples.

"All in all, you have seen the situation, and I can only say that I have to grieve you. Yuli Wirtz said in a deep voice: "The current battle situation has reached a very critical juncture, whether it can annihilate the Azorean elves who control the eastern and southern parts of the imperial capital, all of them are fighting here. ”

"For the sake of this purpose, we are compelled to temporarily resign you to the control of the city's defenses, but rest assured, for I have sent someone to inform the Imperial Council of this matter, and I am confident that you will soon be freed. ”

"Of course, Lord Anglet, the Earl of Rock Castle, and I have already led our troops out of the city before this - I will stop the enemy from the east and the back, and Count Angat will lead the Legion of Byrne to support the Duke of Byrne who is fighting against the Azorean elves. ”

"If you don't understand why we're doing that, then I won't explain much — if you don't understand who we're fighting for, then you don't have to. ”

"We... Ellemont and the Byrnes will stand for the Empire until the last moment!"

The sonorous and powerful words landed, and the Grand Duke of Ellemont, who shook off the big man, strode towards the city gate.

"Traitor!"

A word came from nowhere, and he stopped.

"You... You don't know what you're doing, it's a betrayal, you've betrayed the Imperial Council, you've betrayed the Empire!"

The aristocratic officer, who was tied up with all kinds of flowers, shouted hysterically as if venting his fear and anger: "You think this is heroic, right? You squandered the new people of the empire against you, you are betraying the empire by betraying your own heroes!"

"Traitors, you are a bunch of traitors, careerists trying to exploit the weakness of the empire for profit and prestige!"

"Betrayal ......"

The Grand Duke of Ellemont, who looked back slowly, swept towards the officer with his silver-gray eyes, and his cold gaze made the other party tremble and speechless.

"Perhaps, maybe this is a betrayal - ignoring the Emperor's orders and disobeying the decisions of the Imperial Diet seems to be not much different from betrayal. In a somewhat confused tone, Yuri Wirtz muttered in a low voice:

"But what the Black Duke did back then wasn't enough to be called a traitor?"

"Didn't Roland Turin, who fought valiantly and bloodily, save the empire from the brink of collapse - or should he have obediently stayed in the Red Blood Castle according to the orders of Charlotte I, and watched the Supreme Emperor of the tenth generation die on the battlefield, a sign of loyalty?"

Be rendered speechless... Or rather, the aristocratic officer who was holding a spear to his throat widened his eyes and pursed his lips tightly, not saying a word.

"Thank you for your generous statement, because your words have made me understand a lot of truth all of a sudden. Yuli Wirtz said coldly:

"This empire... Sometimes it needs to be guarded by careerists and traitors!"

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