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"Ferdilan! Where is the hope you are talking about? Wu Liang shouted with a sad expression, what hope can there be for the human race that is currently in the great enemy but still in the civil war. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wu Liang didn't expect Fei Dilan to answer, he just wanted to complain to the heavens, his grief was not because of the impending death, but because of the world he had just come into contact with, one by one the fresh lives were disappearing in front of him, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"It's in your hands!" Ferdilan, who had fought bravely to kill the enemy, narrowly escaped several times, and answered loudly with a trace of his heart, firmly believing that the fate he saw would never be wrong.

Wu Liang, who was in a trance, didn't understand what Fei Dilan meant, and looked at the unknown long sword in his hand blankly.

"In my hands?"

Wu Liang muttered to himself, the lifeless sword body suddenly trembled, the buzzing continued, and the heart throbbed spontaneously.

"Are you my hope?"

Wu Liang asked to himself, the long sword did not answer, but he accidentally inserted it into the ground, straight into the hilt of the sword, he knelt on one knee, as if resigned to his fate, and the hostile players who were waiting for the opportunity had already swarmed up.

As they marched, they faintly heard a popping sound similar to a heartbeat, but no one cared to continue moving forward, and the sound of the heartbeat became clearer and clearer, which brought irritability to them who were nervous, but after seeing the big head that was close at hand, they left the irritability behind them and handed out the weapons in their hands.

Slowing down time, a slightly leading sword had touched the tip of Wu Liang's needle-like hair, and a huge roar like a cannon suddenly sounded as the broken hair flew away.

At that moment, Wu Liang closed his eyes, and the momentum that suddenly exploded bounced away the attacking enemy.

The sound of a huge heartbeat suddenly filled every corner of the battlefield, and in a shock, everyone stopped moving, and they all looked at Wu Liang's gradually blurring body.

In the eyes of outsiders, Wu Liang's body gradually became transparent, replaced by an unknown substance that shimmered with psychedelic brilliance, and the knights who were closer to him could feel the affinity, disgust or indescribable aura on their faces, and at the same time, a strange spatial fluctuation descended on the military formation of Canduras.

Wu Liang looked down at the humans on the earth, when he closed his eyes, the perspective quietly changed, living in the sky overlooking the earth, at this time he also saw the abnormality of his body, and at the same time he also noticed the change of the unknown long sword that had submerged into the earth.

The blood gradually seeped down and soaked into the earth, and then turned into wisps of blood threads shuttling through the soil, surging towards the ancient sword body, and the blood lines filled the slight marks on it, and in a few blinks, it turned into a blood sword.

He looked at the sword through the blood shell again, only to find that the dull dirt covering the sword had disappeared, replaced by a cold and bright autumn frost, and the mysterious lines of brilliance roamed over it, giving people a pleasing feeling to the eye.

"You are my hope!"

Wu Liang smiled faintly, then closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes.

Yes!

Like an overlord carrying the crown, Wu Liang suddenly stood up and roared into the sky, and the blood sword buried deep in the ground was also pulled up by him, and his small figure stood proudly among thousands of troops and horses.

At this time, his body was still in a state of virtualization, and the colorful colors made him even more abrupt under this dark night, and when Nermus and the others saw this, they wanted to go over and kill Wu Liang, but they were in turn restrained by the two of Lac Dainan.

Suddenly, Wu Liang's body was gradually dominated by the holy white, and the next moment, the white floated to the blood-red long sword, and the holy light and blood blended with each other on this mysterious long sword, emitting a dazzling red light, and the red light penetrated the darkness and shone on the body of every member of the Light and Guardian Knights, which suddenly caused a drastic change.

Wu Liang relied on his body that had reached the initial world, and successfully used the unknown effect of the blood-red sword to inspire the rain of holy light that was silent in the knight's body.

He remembered the day when the rain of light had rained down, and Glahiwen had whispered to him that the seed of hope had been planted, and that it had germinated with his efforts.

The solemn atmosphere spread in the Knights, most of the knights began to emit white light, and the holy light that was free from heaven and earth also surged at this time, continuously injected into the military formation, and merged into the bodies of the scarred knights, even those knights who were not baptized by the rain of holy light were also nourished by the holy light.

The knights of Westmar forgot to attack, as they were amazed at a scene that only existed in ancient legends.

At this time, the sky has been surging with brilliant brilliance, blurred incomparably bright, and the holy light condensed into a pillar is like the rolling waves in the Han Sea, surging, but as soft as ** caressing, swaying onto the enemy's body.

The holy light is like the sea, and it is blessed to the world.

It's a pity that they didn't have this opportunity.

What can be anything in the world that is speechless than the enemy who was beaten half to death by himself before suddenly resurrected on the spot full of blood and demons.

Perhaps, but nothing could be worse for the current Westmars.

Standing under the holy white curtain, the knights of Canduras on the blood-red earth were rejuvenated, the holy light entered the body and filled the whole body, the power accumulated rapidly in the overdrawn body, and the bleeding wounds healed in a matter of seconds.

Feeling the inexhaustible holy light in his body, Lac Dinan smiled at Nermus: "Your subordinates have forgotten to attack, is this war going on?" ”

"Rak Dianan! Your Order only has 20,000 horses left, but we still have a full 70,000, so it's too arrogant to show it off to me now! Nermus replied coldly without flinching, shouting loudly.

"Westmar belongs, listen to my orders, attack!"

At the same time, Rakdenan also spoke.

"Everyone, attack with the Holy Light ability!"

The ability of the Holy Light system can only be used after the knight level reaches the elite level, and the Light and Guardian Knights naturally have not reached the level of the elite of all members, but with the blessing of the Sea of Holy Light, those with lower strength also temporarily have the ability to use the Holy Light.

Although they didn't know how to use skills such as holy light bullets, this did not prevent them from transferring the holy light in their bodies to others, and under the prompting of several official knights, they all pressed their palms against the vests of their comrades in front of them, forming a long chain of teleportation that radiated from the center, and continued to the elite knights who were fighting the periphery of the battle array.

This ability is actually a simplified version of the Great Knight's representative ability, the Convergence Ability, and the power has naturally been weakened a lot, but it is better than the continuous flow of water, especially with the assistance of the Sea of Light.

At this time, Canduras can be said to have more than 20,000 elite knights above the elite level, but on the other hand, on the Westmar side, even if the legions of the three major cities are combined, there are still less than 10,000 elite knights.

At this time, Lac Dianan also made full use of the gap in numbers, just like Nirmes before, and seeing such an abnormal situation, Nirmus and the others immediately realized that the situation was not as optimistic as they imagined, and hurriedly shouted for his subordinates to take precautions.

It's a pity that all this happened too quickly, after years of getting along, the knights of the Knights have cultivated a very high tacit understanding, and almost in an instant, the torrent of holy light spread out from the circular line of the Knights, impacting the hastily defended Westmards.

The elite knights of Canduras did not use the high-level Holy Light ability, but invariably adopted the entry-level Holy Light ability, the Holy Light Bullet. Although it lacks lethality, its advantages are also very obvious, there is no cooldown, and with such a large reserve of holy light, every knight has turned into a fixed point battery, tirelessly bombarding the already timid Westmards.

Even if one or two are not painful, but hundreds or thousands of holy light bullets are not something that anyone can resist, such as mowing the grass with a sickle, and the Westmar people fall in pieces.

At this time, most of the knights of the Order were in tears, and they mourned for their dead comrades and sorry for their dying enemies.

Once Canduras and Westmar were friendly allies, a trade route connecting Westmar City and Rugoin, the desert star, and the two countries were closely bound together, but the world was unpredictable, and friendly neighbors turned against each other in the blink of an eye, just because of a cold object, they were supposed to unite to fight the demon, but it turned into meaningless internal attrition.

Having said that, they were merciless when they attacked, and the tragic death of their comrades made them even more painful, and the pent-up pain was vented at this time.

Pain and happiness are the true portrayal of them.

Dense shells of holy light were like pearl jade chains, covering the open space beside the knights, exploding on the enemy's body.

The Westmar people, who came to encircle and suppress them violently, immediately lost the aristocratic demeanor they had always adhered to, and all of them retreated like lost dogs, and the scene was chaotic, and the terrifying waves often blew people away, and smashed into the crowd, and the stampede ensued, bringing death and more people falling, and in the end, the Westmaths almost stepped on the struggling bodies of their companions and fled for their lives.

The Nermus brothers' faces were pale, and most of those who fell were members of the Dengrik, and a single day was not enough to relieve them.

Andre and several other great knights gritted their teeth and looked at Rakdainan and the two, and the increasingly faint sea of holy light in the sky was also providing endless energy for the two, plus the two of them were both Great Knights of the Six Virtues who were stronger than them, so they could only watch a large number of their subordinates die.

The sea of holy light in the sky still disappeared after all, but it was a full 30,000 living beings who disappeared together, although the attack range of the holy light bullet was limited, but the Westmar still paid a terrible price, and the entangled knights of both sides returned to their respective camps.

Graci carried Wu Liang, who was already unconscious, on his shoulder, and the magical long sword that had disappeared and returned to darkness was also stuffed into the Ring of Kane.

"What a magical little fellow!" Rak Dianan smiled.

Because at this time, the opposing sides had been pulled back to the same running line, and even though Westmar still had 40,000 men left, they were all demoralized mourners, while the knights of Canduras were high in momentum and regained their strength to the peak under the nourishment of the sea of light.

"Hahahaha!" Grahi didn't speak, just touched his hair and laughed vigorously, while Westmar was full of mourning, and several big knights gathered around with expressionless faces to discuss what to do.

At the same time, the gates of Dengerik were breached by the enraged inhabitants, and countless people poured into the battlefield.

The two Nermus brothers had a poor management of Dengrek, and the stubborn disease of the nobles in Westmar treating the commoners as mustard was more obvious in Dengrik, driven by the extreme disparity between the rich and the poor, which made the people miserable, and a large outflow of civilian resources.

While the humans in the shelter gain independent intelligence, they also become more pure, love and hate, and the influence of personality on behavior is more and more obvious.

Ferdiran's hope led him away from Dengrik, Lac Dinan's loyalty made him never want to rebel, Grassy cherished family and friendship, so he left his homeland and was willing to give his life, and Nermes and others' dedication to their mission made them resolutely start this unjust war.

In short, the creatures in the shelter are extremely simple beings, and even if they do things that are beyond common sense, they do it willingly.

Just as now, the unarmed inhabitants have passed through the battle formations of slaughter, and have formed a thick human wall to separate the two armies, and the long-term oppression has allowed them to vent to their heart's content, and the words are indignantly accusing the sinners of betraying their friendship.

The knights on the Westmar side looked at each other, not knowing what to do, they had never encountered such a situation, and countless commoners mercilessly condemned them as nobles or would-be nobles, which was expressly forbidden in Westmar's law.

Nermus trembled with anger, and he was heartbroken by the mass deaths of his subordinates, but the scene in front of him made him even more angry, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

"Hahahaha!"

The red-eyed Nermus laughed maniacally, his blood-red teeth making him look like a blood-drinking madman, swinging his arms high and wandering between the battle formations.

"How dare you betray me!"

Nermus stretched out his violently trembling palm and pointed it directly at the civilians under his jurisdiction, and the godless eyes did not know where to look, and the angry civilians also calmed down, quietly looking at the noble madman in front of them, the ruler they never dared to look directly at, the Marquis of Neermes.

"It was you who betrayed your people!" A complaint was heard from the Canduras army, a path was broken off among the civilians of Dengrik, and the diminutive figure of Ferdilan appeared before the eyes of Nermus.

"Huh!" Nermus sneered, he didn't even look at Ferdillan, and said with a sneer, "I am a nobleman, and you are only humble commoners, you must obey my rule, this is the law of Westmar, it cannot be resisted!" ”

"You were once a lowly commoner." Federan knew something about the Nilmes brothers' past, and that was a taboo for Den Glick.

"Who are you?" Nermus glanced at Ferdilan.

"I'm an elite midshipman of the Knights of Dengrek, Canduras, and the Knights of Light and Guardian, Fedilan." Ferdilan replied with his head held high.

"Good!" Nermus smiled, then glanced at his people.

"Since you have all betrayed me, then why should I pay attention to you anymore, kill me, and leave no one behind!" Nermus waved his hand nonchalantly, as if dusting off his body.

Hearing this, the knights of Westmar were stunned on the spot, although the command was handed over to Neermes under the negotiation, but they did not dare to carry out such a crazy move.

"What? Even you will betray me? Nermus laughed angrily.

Seeing that the great knights to which they belonged were silent, the knights of Westmar slowly raised their butcher knives towards the civilians.

"Kill! Kill your betrayed people! ”

Ferdilan did not retreat back to the Canduran army, standing calmly before his people, facing betrayal and death.

Like a mountain.

Let the wind and rain blow.

Unwavering.