Already, I don't know how long it has been.

I don't know when the next time I open it.

But this time, it was indeed opened.

This gate that exists in the depths of the royal city, this gate that exists at the highest point of the royal city.

No one knows when it was built, and few know why it exists.

And Wangui Maniac is precisely one of them.

A wide hand, gently placed somewhere in the void.

Then, as if you had grasped something, you held it tightly.

Immediately, twist.

There is no sound, and there is no need for sound.

Because it is the gate of the dimension, not the iron stone.

The black crack, like a huge mouth from the abyss, slowly opened.

It's alive, Kazama knows, because, there's the breath of life in it.

In his hand, holding the golden figure, he was still breathing, but it was very weak.

It's so faint that it's almost imperceptible.

Si Wuyi, this young man who bears the last bloodline of the Si clan, can he survive tonight?

Everything depends on the man in front of you, as well as the girl.

Wan Gui Crazy and Wan Yiyi stood quietly in front of the giant mouth.

There was an ancient breath that overflowed from its breath, accompanied by a hint of coldness to the bone.

Like, this rainy summer night.

Even the thunder has dissipated, even if there is moonlight that has begun to stubbornly raise its head.

But the cries and wails from the outer city, the cold, the smell of death, were still transmitted to the royal city like sound and light.

Even the hottest fire of war could not warm it, and even the densest rain lines could not cut it off.

This coldness, just like that, slowly passed over and penetrated into everyone's heart.

In everyone's heart, there is a despair, but at the right time, it is suddenly awakened.

Kazama looked back and glanced at the sky outside the city.

There, where the arena used to be, there were sparkling sparks in the sky, and even if you stood so far away, you could still clearly feel the heat coming from there.

Fighting, fighting, when there is a conflict between people, when there is a disagreement, fighting is inevitable.

This is not a myth, this is not a Datong society, this is the living, human world.

Love protects each other, and hate kills each other.

And tonight, there is also a woman there, fighting for the sake of her majesty and her subjects.

And the only thing that accompanied her was a rabbit and the twelve shadows.

"Don't worry, Er Qing's real strength, even if it is for one person, he must go all out, and it shouldn't be a problem to persist for a while."

There were words of comfort coming from the front.

As if seeing the uneasiness in Kazama's heart, Wangui turned around wildly, smiled slightly, and then, straight from Kazama Yangha's hand, took the dying young man.

It's rare to have such a calm smile on that bold face, probably because of his mood at the moment.

Kazama didn't know what the other party was going to do, but he still accepted the commission.

Entrusted by the king, there will be extraordinary things.

Moreover, even in everything, as a junior, Kazama Yangyu, he can't refuse.

Youth is capital, but sometimes, youth is also a shackle.

The two figures quickly vanished.

He hasn't said anything, which means he can't say anything.

There are no promises, no instructions.

Hanging in the balance.

sew it and close it gradually.

In an instant, it disappeared at the end of the sky.

Only a little imperceptible ripple of space remains, slowly oscillating, showing the extraordinaryness of this place.

Re-exposed in front of Kazama Rising Feather, unfolding in front of Kazama Rising Feather as far as the eye can see, is a vast sky.

And that, the vast land.

Transparent building, transparent space, nothing but everything.

This is the highest place in the royal city, this is the king's realm, the king's bedroom.

Stand like a minaret in the world, like a king, stand in the world.

Haughtily, he straightened his body and looked down on the world.

Just like the teenager at this moment.

Kazama raised his feathers, did not look back, and did not dare to look back.

Because, he doesn't know how to face the girl behind him, especially, in this case, in this extraordinary state of not being able to have children.

Therefore, he chose to look far away, look into the distance, look at his feet.

There, there is a continuous war, burning tenaciously in the rainy night, the dazzling streamer, like a summer meteor, bright and dazzling, and then, like a meteor, with a lifetime of light and heat, falling violently.

However, it was followed by more and more meteors, like an unprecedented meteor shower, using this icy rainy night as the stage to stage their gorgeous dance.

The battlements of the royal city were lined up with dense dots, which were soldiers one after another, and there were some combat devices of unknown efficacy.

Although I still don't know much about the civilization of this world, war, never mercy, this point, even if the sea is rotten, even if it returns to the beginning of heaven and earth, it is still an unchanging truth.

Otherwise, it is not called war.

War, only plunder, only aggression, only trampling, only killing, only death.

And the battle for the king, even more so.

On the crown, it will always be stained with the blood of sin, all of which cannot be covered up even by the history that has been glorified thousands of times.

What's more, nowadays, all this fact that has not been glorified is presented in front of me from such a straightforward angle.

Kazama closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

In the air, there was a continuous crackling sound.

It was a young man who was eager for quick success, and he did not hesitate to take risks in order to snatch the merits of the war.

So, they paid the price they deserved - their lives.

The seemingly hard flying machine, like mud, was easily swallowed up by the spatial vortex densely spread in the sky, and then was torn into scrap metal and thrown back.

It is said that in every city of mankind, there is such a thing.

It was the wisdom of the ancestors left over from the ancient times, in that era of war.

And those modern weapons that are not enough to pass through it can only sigh and obediently break through from the space near the ground.

Of course, there are exceptions - Tianzhou Mana.

Its spatial leap, which ignores anti-dimensional measures, can easily break through this virtual barrier, and the "Ebihe Fall", which is enough to tear the heavens and the earth, is enough to forcibly penetrate this ancient circle and reach the royal city.

It's a pity that there are no Maana here, there are only black spots here, only warriors, only the army.

Large numbers of warriors quickly poured in from the open gates, and without much effort, they poured into the royal city.

They have no intention of killing civilians, but they also have no responsibility to protect.

Everything that threatens their existence will be reduced to ashes in lasers and shells.

This is true for soldiers, it is true for civilians, and it is also true for passing rats and cockroaches.

The aircraft, dragging a long tail flame, roared to the front row of the team, like a column of cavalry, rushing out at the moment when the battle reached its most glory.

In front of them is the legendary royal city, and their goal is the legendary king.

Everyone's blood was boiling, and everyone was so excited that they began to tremble.

Because it is not someone else that they will bring down, and what they will change is not something else......

Rather, history.

Everyone will remember them, and in all the history books, there will be records of them, when they blasted open the gates of the royal city, when they dragged the king, who had been passed down for an unknown number of thousands of years, from the throne.

Although it is very likely that they are just a "1" in the simple number used to record the number of troops, or they are just a point in the glorious historical term "Yunchi Seventh Army...... But so what?

Tonight is theirs.

Tonight's Luodu, tonight's royal city, tonight's glory, tonight's history...... They are, they belong to them.

And, of course, tonight's enemies.

There appeared, the Praetorian Guard ready to go.

In the hazy mist of a rainy night, he hid in the dwarf battlements of the royal city.

The soldiers of the Yunchi Seventh Army laughed wildly, laughing at their cowardice and their timidity.

Then, charge.

Whether it's a mecha, a creator, a chariot, or a flying machine, whatever you can do, start moving, and whatever you can, you'll start charging.

For before them is an enemy whom is not to be feared, an enemy who, because of his timidity, opens the gates of the city of his own accord.

Victory, already firmly in their hands.

Death or something, there will always be it, but everything is no longer important.

In the face of the glory of victory, all life is insignificant.

As long as it's not yourself who dies.

Streamers, slicing across the eyes.

The flames of war, stubbornly burning in the majestic rain.

The crackling sound of missiles, noisy and noisy.

People can't help but want to end this battle more quickly.

Charge! Charge! Charge with no stops!!

All the way, rushing to the foot of the royal city.

That is, the end of glory, and the end of life.

The dense corpses made the consciousness begin to refresh, and the wreckage of the chariot was still burning fiercely, as if it was constantly urging, faster, faster.

However, the pace has stopped.

Even, start to retreat.

There was a wail, sounding around him.

Companions who laughed together began to trample on each other.

Why retreat, why not move forward?

Because, there is no way forward.

Because, there is only a rain of bullets and bullets, only a mountain of corpses.

Like, right now, right in front of their eyes.

Ah, it turns out that it's the same in the back......

Later, it has already become this scene.

But when did it start?

Or, from the beginning......

At that moment, they saw the boy standing tall on the city wall.

The black dress is still straight, as if she is going to attend a grand funeral.

Around him, there were guards who were holding their heads and scurrying just now.

And now, they were standing behind him with their heads held high.

There was a streamer, drawn from that row.

In the dim sky, elegant arcs are outlined.

And then, just like that, fell into the crowd.

"Boom!"

The sound of a violent explosion finally tore apart the last illusion.

Victory or something, glory or something, in the face of life, has begun to become bleak.

They need to run for their lives, they need to live.

After all, they still have gentle wives and young children in their home.

However, the other side also has it.

War, there is never a winner.

It's just that whoever loses less.

The moment they pick up the weapon in their hand, everything is doomed.

Kill or be killed.

If you come out to mix, sooner or later you will have to pay it back.

Being on the battlefield, I can't help myself.

Like one, slave.

By the way, when did the slaves first appear?

This battle, from the very beginning, was a war of humanity.

However, the pair of beast ears in front of him are already very obvious.

Swift movements, hateful eyes, sharp claws, explosive power......

It's true, it's true, it's a slave.

But, what the hell is going on?!

In front, there are bloodthirsty orc slaves, behind them, there is a closed gate of the royal city, and on the battlements around it, there are dense flying lights, which are enough to shake the earth.

At that moment, they seemed to hear.

Heard, the call of death.

I heard, the ballad of my hometown.

I also heard the "Daddy" that the child shouted in his dream......

The silver eyes quietly look at everything under their feet, at everything that is real and illusory.

Some were distracted, some were so overwhelmed that they didn't even notice the eyes that were staring at them behind them.

However, it's time to deliver on your promises.

Kazama raised his head and looked at the figure that swept straight up from below the King's Tower.

At the moment of his leap, he turned his head and glanced at the girl behind him.

The corners of his lips smiled and seemed to be speaking softly.

"When I get back, Hull ......"