A few soldiers turned around and saw a black shadow stepping on the firelight everywhere, and there was a killing intent in his eyes that could not be hidden at all.

In just a moment, he came to the place where the sin had occurred.

With a "bang", a head exploded! Several soldiers next to them froze in place, a mixture of white and red splashing their faces.

"Ahh Ahhh ”

It was only after a moment that the men reacted, screaming and retching.

The ruthlessness of the cold-faced teenager in front of them was beyond their imagination.

They wield weapons and want to kill the demon.

The "demon" sneered fearlessly, the silver light in his hand crossed like a long dragon, and a soldier clutched his neck in pain, blood gushing out like a spring.

"You all deserve to die." He spoke in a very calm tone.

Ivan's state was a little strange, Moi didn't actually interfere with him, everything was a decision he made under the command of his own heart.

He was angry, but his expression was like a pool of stagnant water, and his tone was surprisingly calm, even in his actions. But this is not contradictory, anger does not have to be irritable, and the cold eyes and heart are actually the ultimate expression of thunderous anger.

He looked at the girl curled up to the side, the redness on his bare skin making his expression even colder.

No one can fail to understand the anger that lurks behind the fragile calm.

A Romaniel soldier stealthily fires a flare, and brilliant fireworks light up the last night sky before dawn.

What Ivan and Edward feared was happening, but it didn't matter anymore at this point.

Maybe it's really important to take care of the big picture, maybe you will kill Jon III, or maybe you will die here too......

The brave are the ones who face the blood.

The brave are those who dare to challenge.

The brave are those who are not afraid of power.

The brave are people with firm beliefs.

The brave are .........

Ivan understood that he was still far from Mr. Mrod. For him, he didn't know exactly what to choose at this time, and he didn't know what decision the man he admired would make.

Eventually, he chose to keep his heart.

He wants to save this girl, even if it will be crushed! He couldn't stand it, so he took this step!

"The Fourth Secret Sword! Cirrus! ”

The silver dragon swirled and flew, facing the long sky, and at this moment only blood and wailing coexisted. This is discontent, this is anger, this is resistance, this is the judgment of sin! This is the choice of his heart!

"Ahh Ivan roared angrily, continuing his movements, and he watched as the enemies fell under his sword one by one, allowing the blood to completely stain his body!

In the end, when there was no one, he stood there and calmed down, his heart was far less calm than his face.

He walked up to the maiden, and just reached out to touch the poor girl, but finally stopped.

She committed suicide.

Ivan withdrew his palm that was stopped in the air, he didn't know how he felt in his heart at the moment, he only felt the bitterness in his mouth unconsciously.

Maybe if she decided a little faster, this girl would not have suicidal thoughts, and from the moment she hesitated, her despair of the world had undoubtedly defeated her desire to survive.

He still couldn't protect anything, so he could only stand in place and smile bitterly.

Edward walked up and patted him on the shoulder for comfort.

"Don't blame yourself, it's not your problem."

Ivan ignored the topic, he just asked rhetorically: "You don't blame me?" ”

"You're not wrong, why should I blame you? If it weren't for my father, I would have done the same. ”

Ivan was silent.

At this moment, a shout came.

"Right there!"

"Catch them!"

"For Romaniel!"

Shouts came from the other side, flickering firelight reflecting all the chaotic figures on the walls.

"Now, get ready to escape." The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

The worst had happened, but it wasn't Ivan's fault, at least in Edward's heart, the fault was that these invaders were so tyrannical, and that he was so weak and powerless to protect everything he loved so much.

Father, please wake up quickly, I, my second brother, and the countless people of Odin are waiting for your return. Edward prayed.

"Catch them!"

"They can't run away."

Edward didn't dare to run with all his might, and Jon III's body was too weak now, so the Romaniers gradually wrapped up from behind.

"Tsk." Ivan took out his staff and quickly chanted a ground trap, and the Romaniels at the front stepped into it without checking the soles of their feet for a while.

"Ahh

The soldiers in the back also began to push each other, and the scene looked extremely chaotic.

"Let's go!" Ivan shouted.

Edward gritted his teeth and sped up his journey as steady as he could.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The Romanians in the rear took out crossbow arrows, although the range of crossbow arrows was not as good as that of bows and arrows, but at close range, the lethality of crossbow arrows was very considerable.

Ivan's pupils shrank, and he pulled Edward behind him.

"Dirt Flow Wall."

The earth shook, and a monument made of stone stood in front of the three men.

The crossbow arrows were blocked by the earth flow wall, but by this time, several Romaniel soldiers at the front had already approached the three Ivans.

"Wind plate! Tornado! ”

The cyan magic array caused a gust of wind to blow around Ivan, and several Romaniel soldiers were at a loss for what to do under the wind.

"Wind Blade."

A large number of wind blades quickly popped out of the tornado of the wind disk with Ivan as the center, and it was difficult for the naked eye to see the speed of these "wind blades" at all.

"Ahh

A large amount of blood erupted, and the Romanians screamed one after another, but it still couldn't stop them.

After a series of battles, Ivan felt that his remaining magic power was running out, and even his spiritual power was showing signs of exhaustion.

He swapped for his sword, determined to keep the invaders at bay for Edward and Jon III for as long as he could.

Although he didn't think he had done anything wrong with his choice, it was true that these things were caused by him.

"The Fourth Secret Sword! Cirrus! ”

Letting these Romaniers surround him, Ivan clenched his long sword, and the whole person was ready to attack in a sword-drawn posture, and then quickly drew his sword!

This chapter was released a little late, but I still wish you all a happy holiday! Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion, happy life! I am really grateful to my friends who have always supported me.