Valrant Palace!

This majestic and stately ancient building has accompanied the Kingdom of Stoke for hundreds of years since the founding of Varant I, and the interior of the palace is full of traces of history.

During this time, no foreign enemy invaded the palace of Valrante, not even the capture of Limontamlu, not even during the Great Patriotic War.

It's just that there will be accidents in everything, and tonight's rain curtains, this sleeping palace ushered in the first foreign invasion, which may not be called a foreign enemy, it may be an internal chaos of the Varrant family.

"Who?"

The dense torrential rain poured down greatly obstructing the view, and taking advantage of the dim magical lights on the walls of the palace, the palace guards who were sticking to their posts suddenly noticed the torrent of steel surging forward, and the silent momentum was like a beast breaking free from the cage and choosing to devour people.

Phew!

Before the flare was torn off his waist, a deep blue glow was reflected in the trembling eyes of the palace guards, and then spread outward from the depths of his soul, and in an instant, a lifelike ice and snow sculpture stood in place.

Without the slightest pause, the deep purple torrent of steel continued to advance, and the obstacles that stood in the way turned into ice and snow sculptures in front of His Highness Guy, bearing the drenching rain of rain.

If it had been in another place, the sudden assault would have been fruitful.

Unfortunately, this is the palace of Valrant, the center of power in the kingdom of Stoke, the residence of the lord of a country.

On the way forward of the torrent of steel, the defense system belonging to the palace of Valrant finally reacted.

Brilliant fireworks burst into the dark night, and with the hiss of lightning, silver-gray palace guards gathered in columns, and one after another French professionals took their positions, forming a strong defensive line on the way of foreign invasion.

"Damn, why isn't there a signal relay from the Violet Guards Legion in charge of guarding the city gates?"

In the center of the defensive line, a tall man in gorgeous armor let the rain drench himself, looking at the approaching intruder not far away, his face was a little ugly, and a cold chill filled his eyes.

Hayden Craigie Varrant, Earl of the Kingdom, a side disciple of the Varrant family, is currently the commander of the palace guard.

He didn't expect anyone to break through the Violet Guards, the most powerful ace in the Stoke Kingdom.

It's just that the approaching invaders in front of him cruelly told him that everything has come true, and now is the time for him to do his duty to the kingdom of Stoke.

Earl Hayden looked around at the palace guards gathered around him, took a deep breath, and a fierce look appeared on his face, his right hand raised high, and then waved it fiercely.

"Shield, Guard!"

"Blade, break the enemy!"

[War Spell: Petrified Skin]!

In the night rain, whispering and murmuring sounded, and the legal professionals behind the array silently chanted incantations, mysterious fluctuations pulling the elemental energy flowing in the air, and then a rich dark brown light suddenly bloomed, enveloping the palace guards who were on alert in front of them.

The silver-gray armor was covered with a surging dark brown light, like runes deep on the surface, although it was only a thin layer, but it was like a layer of stubborn stones, hard as a mountain.

[War Spell: Adamantite Blade]!

More than that, before the Dharma Profession could stop whispering, a layer of golden light that seemed to materialize reappeared, and the sharp blades held by the palace guards shone with wisps of golden energy that tore through the air.

Thundered!

The deep purple torrent of steel had already risen, tearing through the falling rain curtain, and transparent ripples appeared in the void, like ten thousand horses galloping, and the momentum of the charge was unstoppable.

His Highness Guy looked at the sturdy line ahead, a cold smile on his lips, and he noticed the familiar people in the formation, as well as the dazzling war spells.

"Uncle Hayden, long time no see! It's just that this time it's no longer the sand table duel that used to be, but a real battlefield duel of life and death. ”

He remembered Earl Hayden, who, when he was a child, his military and flattering uncle used to come to his residence for sand fights and teach him some military knowledge.

Until the day everything changed, he never saw the Earl of Hayden again, and he tried to visit the uncle, but he was ruthlessly refused.

Stopping his steps, His Highness Guy stood in place, the cross-shaped blue runes in his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, and the pure and transparent azure staff appeared in his right hand, and a slight chill permeated his body.

Behind him, the Duke of Dacama led the Violet Guards to continue forward, as if diverging, nimbly bypassing the standing figures, and then merging again into a torrent of purple steel.

The cold light of the blade is shining, and the transparent rain is coming!

The killing intent tears the sky!

It was only before the start of the war that the formation of the palace guards shook slightly, and the purple armored figure trembled with souls, and they recognized the identity of the intruder in front of them.

"How is that possible? How could it be the Violet Guards! "Earl Hayden's eyes were full of disbelief, this is the ace army of the Stoke Kingdom, why, why would they attack the Valrant Palace.

"Wait, that's the Dhaka ........."

The surprise could not be spoken, and the chill of the soul soaked the body along the rain, and a trace of frost appeared on the brow.

【Super Rank Spell: Ice: Extreme Cold Domain】

The pure and transparent azure staff exuded an endless chill at this moment, and wisps of blue light descended on the palace along the dripping rainstorm, and then solidified everything in the world like frost, forming an absolute extremely cold realm.

Phew!

His Royal Highness Gay looked indifferently at the palace guards, and the cross-shaped azure runes swirling in his pupils bloomed with dazzling brilliance, as if they were blessed in the extremely cold realm, mixed with torrential rain, invading the area.

Click! Click!

The torrential rain poured down, and the frost followed the rain, forming pieces of chilly ice that solidified on the armor of the Kingdom Guard, intending to freeze the soldiers into sculptures completely.

"Damn, spell dispell, hurry, spell dispel!"

Looking at the Violet Guards Regiment close at hand, Earl Hayden roared loudly, and then the life energy suddenly exploded, and the golden blood that rushed to the sky tore through the frost that stained the armor.

The long sword is in the air, and the materialized life energy is attached to the blade, and Earl Hayden wants to stop the invasion by himself, and he is also buying time for the war mages behind.

Thundered!

The Duke of Dacama exuded a wild aura wantonly, like a giant trampling the earth, and under his feet, the rain burst out, and the giant sword on his shoulder slashed vertically, mixed with an aura of destruction.

Sonorous!

The steel clashed, and with a single blow, Earl Hayden fell back more quickly than he had come, staggering his steps sliding a clearly visible white mark on the hard floor, and specks of blood spilled into the air.

When he looked back again, he saw a land covered in frost, full of living ice sculptures.

"No!"