The Commander's face was a little gloomy, as the most powerful arm of the Archon, the overturning between the great nobles of the Empire was almost transparent to him, and he was a rare soldier with an extraordinary political sense. He had foreseen that the Battle www.biquge.info of Callindeen would be a hearty victory for the Empire, but it would be a disastrous victory for the Shadow Legion, with the Duke of Elphwan's 20,000-strong army wiped out in the flames that nearly burned Fort Callindern. But the nobles who supported the new Empire didn't care about this, they only paid attention to and criticized the razed outer city of Fort Carlindern, and the fiscal deficit caused by reconstruction, and then attacked Kairos aggressively. Ignoring how the Empire's mighty could turn around an almost impossible war, he took back the Goddess of Victory, who had thrown herself into the arms of Duke Elfwan. Just because he is the Grand Master of the Shadow Legion and the bearer of the glory of the ancient empire.

Scoleroru clenched his fists, his knuckles white. The Archon of Kairos noticed the strangeness of the Commander and understood where his anger was coming from. He was a little helpless, in a way Augustana was much more worry-free than Scoleroru, the same right and left hand, guarding him in and out of the stinking swamp of politics, Augustana was still a pure soldier, with a single mind as sharp as a knife, and had unconditional trust in the Archon of Kairos; But Scoleroru gradually became infected with the habits of a politician, and his eyes flashed with a cunning and fierce light as he meditated, like a wild beast grinding its teeth and sucking blood in the dark. Archon Kairos knew that Scoleroru was angry at his political predicament, so he was sure that Scoleroru would not target him. But to Archon Keros's dismay, he didn't know who the Commander was targeting.

What could be more disturbing than the sudden discovery that one's right hand is not as driven as it should be? Even the master himself didn't know if this hand would turn into an angry fist in the next second, and what was even more terrifying was that he still held a sharp sword in his hand.

A force rushed out of the city gates, took a foothold under the javelins and crossbows of the Imperial soldiers, and then stormed the encirclement, scorched sword and shield flags unfurled.

"Huo!" Archon Keros was heartily amazed.

It is worthy of the Duke of Elfwan, and in this case he can collect the remnants. The Archon of Kairos probably knew how Duke Elfwan survived the fire, the scope of the fire was limited, the initial deflagration would sweep the surrounding buildings into it, and then the chain burning, Duke Elfwan should have hidden his troops in the tower before the fire spread out over a large area, and the stone walls effectively blocked the spread of the fire. The three hundred or so people in front of him are already at the end of their crossbows, and if they can let Duke Elfwan break through in this situation, then Archon Kairos will simply die in front of the headquarters of the Immortal Knights.

But at this moment, a group of cavalry broke into the battlefield, all the tall horses, the bright silver plate armor reflected the dazzling light, and the cloak behind it was a magnificent red like the sunset, which was clearly a gorgeous unit like an honor guard, but it was as fierce as lightning! And it was a graceful nun with empty eyes, dressed in a deliberately cut black nun's robe, and her slender arms exposed, which would have been immediately accused of blasphemy in an old-fashioned monastery, except in this nun, whose hands were stained with the blood of the infidels, and who fanatically and angrily hunted the blasphemous wicked, whose piety needed not be proven.

"Sisters of Hell...... Is it? Kairos leaned down and uttered the nickname that made the heretics hate and fear, "I didn't expect to be a girl." He turned his head to look at the Sword and Shield Banner from afar, "Is this the retreat you left for yourself, Elfwan?" A squad of Marions' heavy cavalry, and a super-first-class warrior. ”

"Put them in." Archon Keros gestured.

As they approached the encirclement, Marions' heavy cavalry neatly raised their rifles in their hands, "Kill!" They let out a low roar, like a silver dragon clad in red, easily tearing through the ranks of the Imperial soldiers, but it did not show the momentum of destruction. It is not so much that they are breaking through, but that the Imperials have taken the initiative to give up a broad road to the encirclement. The Sisters of Hell also sensed the inaction of the Imperial soldiers in their obstruction, and glanced around vigilantly, locking on to the Archon of Kairos, who was standing under the banner of the giant ship.

"Hello, Miss Teresa!" Archon Kairos lipsed while waving kindly at the nuns of hell, as if this was not a bloody battlefield, but a dancing social ball.

"Fortunately, Archon Keros." Teresa bowed slightly on the horse and returned the salute. The archon's face changed, and he threw himself to the ground without hesitation, and at the same time, two black lights burst out in Teresa's hands, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters like a devouring black snake, and slashed over the head of the archon of Keros. If the Archon had been a little slower to react and not notice that the body was covering up the action of taking out the black key, then his skull had already been pierced.

Scoleroru also let out a cold sweat, the black key was clearly a throwing weapon that relied on the joint force of the wrist and arm, but in the hands of a young girl, it walked out of a straight trajectory like light, and the range and power were even no less than the crossbow made by the people of Metenheim, which made people wonder if it was the standard weapon of the Battle Priest, or the eerie thunder.

Keros got up from the ground, didn't bother to slap the dust off his body, and gave a thumbs up at the nun of Hell, completely unaware that he almost died at the hands of the other party. "Miss Teresa, where's your Battle Priest? I want to hear the teachings of the Goddess of Order! He asked in a loud voice. Or maybe it's sarcasm. The Cult of Order and the Cult of Creation are of the same line of the god Pande, and while the descendants of Kavala were still sitting on the silver throne of the royal city of Sarion, Pande worshipped the goddess of order, Euromea Sbelly, as the supreme god, and the status of the battle priest of the Goddess of Creation was not even as good as that of a devout follower of the goddess of order. Until the Red Death broke out, the Pander Empire was torn apart, the last emperor died of illness on the throne, the former huge empire collapsed, and the flames of war erupted like magma. The goddess of order, who had lost the support of her royal power, was no longer holy, and the Korkos who migrated from Van Skerry brought with them the worship of the wind god Harf Saiga, each of whom was a brilliant priest who preached on the West Coast with swords and axes; The rangers of the Northlands chanted the name of the god of archers, raining down arrows on the marauders from the Misty Mountains; Barkley's famous general, the unstoppable conqueror Mario Ossa, brought the Serpent Cult and supported the Cult of Creation, and Azdahaka and Damien's light competed in the three southern provinces. Until Marius ascended the throne as the emperor of the empire, established a new empire, and spared no effort to suppress the Snake Worship Sect, the status of the Goddess of Creation Cult rose to the top, and even established a regular army of mercenaries, the most elite of which was even at the top of the continent! The Cult of the Goddess of Order has become much less influential, and although the battle priests they have trained are still proficient in preaching doctrine and throwing the black keys, they are no longer on the top, and have even been incorporated into the battle sequence of Sarion under the iron fist of Archduke Alfred. Teresa is nominally a nun of the Order Order, but in reality leads all the Fighting Priests within the Order.

Teresa glanced coldly at Archon Keros, her arms fluttering like butterflies, black keys flying in the sky, and under her cover, the heavy cavalry unscrupulously rushed left and right on the line of the Imperial soldiers, tearing a gap in force. The Duke of Elfwan also noticed this strange army he had laid out earlier, and struggled to get closer to the gap.

"After all, it's still a super-first-class martial artist." Archon Keros put away his joking expression, "You can single-handedly reverse a local battlefield, thus creating the effect of breaking the surface with a point." ”

"Go, Scolerolu." The archon said lightly.