The Kingdom of Casevia is located in the south of the Faroland, and it is more than twice the size of the Faroland, but the country is not as strong as the Faroland.

Because of its geographical location and climatic conditions, the Empire of Nockman and St. Joan were located to the east and south of Farolan respectively, and the two vast empires were just sandwiched between Casvia.

It is separated from St. Joan and Norkman, and is basically a strategic buffer for the two large empires, plus there is a mountain range running through it, and the terrain is very complex.

The hilly area is full of barren mountains and mountains, the land is barren, crops are difficult to grow, the rainy season is concentrated, the drought and flood are serious, and the mountain roads are tortuous.

The poor mountains and bad waters, this is the place that we are talking about, and the small town of Olatan is located in the north of the Kingdom of Cassvia, near Faroran.

The town is surrounded by mountains, and only a winding path connects to the outside world.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, the sky was just dawning, and in the best house in the village, a small two-story bungalow, there were two bigwigs talking.

Miro, the prince of the Majin clan, sat on a red couch, his legs crossed, his arms resting across the back of the couch, looking like I was tugging.

In fact, he was indeed bold, five years ago, he dared to do something on the Holy Day of the Church, and almost sacrificed blood to a small town on the border of St. Joan.

Milo's appearance looks very young, about twenty years old, with long loose black hair, bewitching purple pupils, a straight nose, gray lips, and a slightly pointed chin.

"Tread, stompe, stompe, trample......"

In the center of the house on the second floor, a young man with a strong figure and strong muscles, wearing jeans and a white shirt, is stepping with a strong sense of rhythm, and his arms are hooked and planed forward from time to time.

The corners of Prince Miro's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his left hand and stroked the black hair on his forehead: "I said, Luke, can you stop walking like this?" I watched the eggs hurt. ”

The werewolf Dagong, who was dancing the dog planing dance, stopped his steps when he heard this, scratched his head, and was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Miro, I just woke up not long ago, and I really can't control myself after dancing this kind of dance for twenty years before. ”

Miro shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, "You can't even think of it, and you actually ran to investigate the headquarters of the Natural School."

After so many years, if it was easy to find, it would have been found out long ago, and besides, those insidious scholars do not pay attention to rules and morals at all. ”

Luke grinned when he heard this, and his fierce and domineering, flamboyant and wanton aura spontaneously appeared.

When he is not dancing the dog planing dance, he is quite imposing, and he is worthy of the identity of the werewolf duke: "After all, it is the order of the ancestor, and by the way, he also investigates the cause of the death of the White Bone Sovereign, which cannot be shirked."

I think I'm lucky that after I was caught by the academics, they did a lot of experiments on me.

But someone is worse than me, before me, there was a werewolf duke who was caught, and the scholar named Anion said that he wanted to study whether there was reproductive isolation between werewolves and dogs.

So he bought a few very large female dogs, and forced the werewolf duke to mate with them, and I knelt down directly to the scholars after knowing about it at the time, begging to be spared, but fortunately, it has been studied, and I kept the festival!

When he heard that my kindred man had escaped, the first thing he did was to cut off his little brother with one slash! ”

"Mother of Darkness is above, this is a sad story!" Miro's eyelids jumped, he felt a chill in his crotch, and he couldn't help but shiver and prayed.

He couldn't help but feel a little glad in his heart: "Fortunately, after I woke up in the Duchy of Ron, I didn't go to Pokmia, but to St. Joan. ”

The werewolf Grand Duke Luke clasped his hands on his chest and raised his eyebrows: "Your Excellency Miro, I have to remind you that the fanatical believers of the church are not easy to mess with, they have surrounded this place, ready to wipe us out. ”

The Prince is much stronger than the Grand Duke, but the gap is not as large as between the Grand Duke and the Duke, so Luke is not reserved in front of Miro.

Miro smiled and waved his hand: "Gonzalez handed it over to me, they don't know about your existence, it's not difficult for the two of us to break through, how to reduce the loss." ”

Luke nodded, he was not afraid of strong enemies, the reason why he was captured alive back then was not only that his IQ was crushed, but also that the scholars were too shameless.

In an instant, 5 sages jumped out to fight together, and a bunch of formations smashed down on the head and face, which was a fart, and one person kicked him down.

Time passed minute by minute, the sun was rising, on the north side of the town, the battle had begun, and in the past few years of being hunted down by the church, Miro naturally gathered some people.

Sunlight is not fatal to the demons, but it also has some suppressive effects, so the church chose this time to do it!

"Huh!"

The tip of the spear pierced straight and the wind whistled, and Raphael held a spear made of holy silver and white iron, and stabbed it violently, piercing the brain of a demon count!

"Whew!"

The spear was drawn, bringing out a string of blood, and the tall body of the demon fell to the ground with a thud.

Raphael frowned, it was strange that the people who came out to harass them now were some middle and low-level demons.

"Captain, Alfred has rushed too fast and has broken away from the main force!" A third-order paladin wearing silver-white leather armor ran next to him, and he said a little anxiously.

"Don't worry about him, he has a lot of firepower and is not afraid of group fights!" Raphael replied unhurriedly.

At this time, on a small road in the town, a group of demons had surrounded a man wearing a black trench coat and a cigarette in his mouth.

The Marquis of the Demon Clan, Antar Sabo, stood on a roof and sneered: "You are too arrogant, today is your death!" ”

A pair of black wings spread out behind his back, fluttering into the air, and the soles of his feet shone with a kind of cross-shaped pattern made up of four diamonds.

Small purple circles of light floated down from the soles of his feet and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the surrounding low-level demon descendants jumped into a small circle of light, and they could see that the lilac translucent tubes were connected to the shining cross pattern at the feet of the Marquis of Antar.

"Whew!"

The surging spiritual energy gathered, and Antar's eagle-like wings stretched violently, and the feather-like blades that shone with purple light condensed in mid-air!

The extremely sharp feather blade was cold and dense, aiming at the man in the trench coat who was holding a black samurai sword under him.

"I have already prepared a gift for you, even if you are comparable to a duke-level powerhouse, you will only be shot into a sieve by the Black Feather Storm!"

Antar said in a high-spirited voice, relying on the "Stacking Lock Array" to gather more than 50 demonic spiritual powers, the power of the "Black Feather Storm" he used was greatly increased, and even ordinary dukes had to avoid the edge for the time being!

Sticking the black warrior's greatsword into the ground, Alfred, with short gray hair, narrowed his eyes, ignored the thousands of feathered blades in front of him, looked up at the sun in the sky, and smiled: "It's noon!" ”

As soon as the words fell, gray spiritual energy blew up like a whirlwind, blowing across the entire street, like a dark cloud, and the surrounding vision instantly darkened, and the damp breath came to the face.

The wind was blowing, the thunder was blowing, and the feeling of a storm was coming, and a six-barreled heavy machine gun with a black body appeared out of thin air, and the body of the gun flashed with a faint metallic cold light, which was held by Alfred.

"Squeak Squeak......"

As Alfred poured gray psionic energy like flowing water, the barrel of the famous gun's furious rain swirled, a daffodil pattern flickered, and the free psionic energy in the air gathered like a whirlpool.

The ground began to tremble, some stones kept shaking, and the wooden doors of the buildings trembled and made urns.

Antar was startled, he didn't care about pretending, his hands were folded, the purple light flashed, and thousands of black feathers in the air spun at high speed!

"Whew! Shout! ……”

The rapid sound of breaking wind sounded, like a rain of arrows, and the black pressure was overwhelming, stabbing straight down!

"Than firepower? I like it! ”

With a grin, Alfred raised his gun and pointed it at Antar and pulled the trigger directly!

"Boom! Rumble ......"

The sound of artillery fire was loud and loud in the sky, as if this was not a single person and a gun at all, but a whole artillery battalion bombarding!

The six barrels of the famous gun "Furious Rain" rotated, and one by one translucent gray bullets came out of the chamber, and in an instant, the bullets cracked!

One is divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...... Like a downpour, it is pouring into the sky!

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

Bullets rained down, and the black feathers were shattered, and the aftermath continued unabated, covering the entire sky where the Marquis of Antar was!

"No!"

Antar's eyes were desperate, looking at the rain of bullets that swept like a stormy wave, and he flapped his wings and retreated, but it was too late, he was swallowed by the barrage like a bird with broken wings!

Alfred, who had a cigarette in his mouth, spat out a puff of smoke: "Caliber is justice, range is truth!" ”