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"Merros, you're just crazy"

"It's not me who is crazy, Mephistopheles, do you think you can destroy this qiē? Wrong, you can't do anything. (The text is first published in the reading cabinet biquge.info)" The robes on the body of the High Priest Merros stirred with the hot wind, and a cruel smile gradually appeared on his cold face: "Don't compare me with those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, what you pursue with them is not worth mentioning in my opinion, haha, my goal is extremely noble." ”

"Merros," the Grey Sword Saint slung his greatsword on his shoulder, his gray eyes burning with an even more insane light, and golden magma gushing out of the ground, but he seemed to be blind—instead glaring at the High Priest with his teeth bared, staring at the High Priest like a beast that chooses to devour people, "You're mistaken. ”

"Your purpose, I don't care at all. I'm just here to kill you. ”

"No murderer can go unpunished, I am no exception, and you are no exception, including the Emperor of the Cruz Empire."

"So," the gray-haired uncle in black raised his sword, the tip of which pointed at the stunned Merros, "Please go to hell." ”

A gray ripple spread from the tip of his sword, and in an instant, the Loche Palace vanished, the Great Sanctuary of Andrvoul vanished, and only a vast gray plain remained between the two. The flames of the ground seemed to have lost their last restraints, and in an instant they rose high, and a sea of fire rose from under the feet of Merrose and Mephistopheles—

The Ten Rings Spell was finally fully conceived at this moment, bursting out with its greatest power. It was as if a golden flaming sword stabbed out of the ground, and the blade was hundreds of feet wide and plunged into the sky, and the pillars of light could be seen exploding across the murky sky from dozens of miles away.

A golden-red cross shone in the air.

A terrifying force burned through the Gray Sword Saint's robe, revealing the inner armor inside, and the black and heavy armor gradually turned golden red, and the gray lines of the law flickered, each one dazzling, and even his eyebrows and hair burned, like a burning man.

But Mephistopheles didn't hear it, and walked through the flames, the flames burning on him, but as if they were cold and without temperature. His eyes reflected golden-red flames, and he approached Merros like a monster out of the pool of infernal lava.

The Gray Sword Saint raised his sword, and the sword was golden and red, and it had turned into a flaming giant sword.

"No, the flames can't hurt you...... No, you are protected by the power of this world...... What is the ...... of this place? Merrose screamed.

"Merros, with your strongest attack spell, plus the power of your element, you don't have a chance to fight; But you chose this large-scale spell, you are too greedy. Mephistopheles approached him step by step, shook her head and replied.

"The final plain, the gray wilderness...... I see......" Merros suddenly realized in his eyes, "I see, this is the fourth realm——! ”

He suddenly screamed, and the Grey Sword Master plunged into his chest. The High Priest who was channeling the spell couldn't move at all, and the terrifying backlash power immediately poured into his body and burned his hands and feet in an instant.

"Ah——!h Merrose suddenly shrieked: "Haha, you think I'm greedy!" You're wrong, ahem...... Mephistopheles, why don't you go and save them...... They're dead......"

The Grey Sword Saint looked at him with a look of pity.

Merrose suddenly stopped, with a stunned look on his face: "What do you mean by this look?" ”

"Murros."

"You're underestimating him."

"Him?"

The Grey Sword Saint nodded.

Merrose coughed violently, the brilliance in his eyes was rapidly receding, and at the last moment of his life, it was as if he had seen the great ring again—the return of all things, the return of all things.

The Flame Temple's eyes widened, and he almost groaned, "In vain...... Nothing for nothing, you ...... Forever...... No...... Got it...... The ...... of the world Essence...... Brando! ”

Brando had just led the princess and his party out of the ruins of the Great Temple of Andrvoux when they heard a familiar voice calling her name; He turned his head and saw a figure in a sea of fire, and the knight at the head looked back to see his own group.

Brando smiled, "Bresson, meet again." ”

The young man on the horse also smiled slightly on his indifferent face: "It's true that I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect to be in the same trench with you this time." ”

"The Eruins are supposed to be in the same trenches." Brando replied.

Breson was slightly stunned, then nodded.

He turned over and dismounted, came to the crowd, and saluted Princess Nimersis and Princess Griffiin: "Your Royal Highness, Princess Nymersis, Knight Chief Nimesis. ”

"How's it going?" Nimesis's face was pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of her mouth, if it weren't for Brando's support for her, she probably wouldn't even be able to stand steadily, but she still asked for the first time...... No pop-up ads full text TXT download

"The first to arrive was the guards, Freya and Muko commanded the cadets to repel them a few times, and now they retreated to Juggler's Street and Four-Seven Avenue, but there were no construction fortifications, they should be waiting for reinforcements."

Breson replied proudly, and he had a reason for pride—the students of the Royal Knight Academy were now almost the backbone of the kingdom. They had been selected from among the best young men in the nobles and garrisons in the south, and after systematic study and training, they were now the most advanced military talents in Eruin.

This is not boasting, as evidenced in the history known to Brando; This army of non-commissioned officers is the main force of Her Royal Highness Princess Regent's expedition to the south and north in the future.

"What about the patrol cavalry? What about the Blackblades? Nimesis frowned.

"They're not coming." Brando interjected. Even in the pouring rain, the docklands were in flames—and Sanir and his people had already taken it—but Brando didn't know that the Naga were attacking the inner city at the moment, and he envisioned that Naga would only need to capture the port and attract the attention of Ampesel's defenders.

As for the Blackblade Legion, at this moment, the Wyvern knights of both sides were fighting in the sky above Ampesel, and from time to time the corpses of Wyverns or birds of prey fell from the sky, shattering to pieces.

For Brando, convincing the Southern Legion is simple, ironically, because of the state of Eruin, the legion that guards the borders of the kingdom has fallen into oblivion. In fact, the royal party has always acquiesced in the collusion between Count Denel and Mardara, which made the life of the Southern Army even more difficult.

In fact, two years later, after the death of the current commander of the Southern Legion, Count Rydy, the legion essentially collapsed and was removed from history. Later, Eru was in the middle of the war, and Madara invaded for the second time, and the southern border fell almost overnight, and the Valkyrie was hated by the enemy in the Crimson Canyon, in fact, a large part of the reason was the evil consequences planted by the royal party today.

The fall of the Southern Army in this era seemed to be a compromise with Count Jean Denel, and although it ultimately led to the victory of the royal party, it deeply broke the hearts of all the people in the South.

Naturally, Brando will not let this qiē repeat itself, but there has been a lack of an opportunity. What's more, he didn't know where the Southern Legion was at the moment, until Nosta appeared, a real opportunity appeared in front of him.

The two sides almost hit it off, and the desperate Southern Legion was in desperate need of an ally, especially since Brando could also take the guise of a princess. At the same time, unlike the royal party, he did not have a good impression of Jean Denel, so he sold the earl.

In fact, it can't be said to be sold, originally he and this earl are endless mortal enemies, and the alliance with the Southern Legion can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

And today, the Southern Legion will be arguably the most powerful Wyverceon Regiment in the entire Eruin to support the princess, which is actually part of the content of this alliance, but the content of this alliance is much more than that.

Brando only thinks that the good days that will make Denel will soon come to an end.

But his thoughts were fleeting, because everyone was looking at him at the moment.

"Our allies are pinning them down," Brando replied at once, "Bresson, are there any guards in the direction of King's Trail and Forest Drive?" ”

Breson looked at Nimesis on the side, and the black-haired female knight looked at Princess Griffiin, a half-elf princess standing in the middle of the crowd wearing a rain cloak, her face still pale, and she nodded, "Give it to Mr. Brando." ”

"But wait a minute," said Princess Griffiin, looking up at Brando, "Mr. Brando, Ampesel is a famous city in history, and in these histories there are many things that are truly valuable to the Eruin people besides money and power...... If it's not a last resort, I want you to ......"

"I know." Brando nodded, it seems that the previous act of demolishing the Great Temple of Andrvoul made the other party feel guilty, in fact, it was not only Her Royal Highness the princess, he was also heartbroken; As Griffiin said, this is a kingdom with a long history, and there are many things in this land that are regarded as spiritual symbols, and it would be unimaginable to destroy this qiē for the sake of victory.

But war is war, and Brando could only reply, "We will try to protect this qiē, Your Highness the Princess, we don't want a ruined Eruin." ”

Princess Griffiin nodded calmly, in agreement.

He looked back.

Breson glanced at him and nodded at him in agreement. He was born in Pragues, which has a famous bell tower in the city, which almost everyone who grew up in Prague has been with since childhood, and proudly regards it as a symbol of Pragues, and if one day this bell tower collapses in the war, I believe that all Pragues people will be saddened by it.

Sometimes these spiritual symbols are not just a precious asset, but also a symbol of hope, and as long as they remain, Eruin will eventually be reborn. That's the power of culture, and Breson agrees with that:

"Brando, no trace of the guards has been found in the direction of the King's Trail and Forest Avenue, but from here to the north, there should be a garrison stationed near the north gate of Ampesel."

Although the Great Basilica of Andrvle is located on the central axis of Ampesel, its actual location is located further east near the port area, in fact in the middle of the old port town. Five avenues lead to the temple, with the King's Walk and Forest Avenue to the north, the Juggler's Street and the Four-Seven Avenue to the south, and the Petrel Avenue to the east to the harbor of the Petrel Fortress.

Brando asked Naga to occupy the port, and his actual plan was for the princess and her party to break north to the Silver Lighthouse of Forrogus outside the city, where a ship was waiting for them, and then the two sides would join off Ampesel after leaving the Silver Lighthouse Bay.

This plan may seem bold, but it is full of possibilities. First, the north leads to the hinterland of the Grand Duke of West Fah, and no one would have thought that they would break through to the north, and secondly, the sea is so stormy that there is almost no possibility of leaving Ampesel out of the sea.

But this qiē is made possible by the existence of the sea devil whale.

Now it seems that the other party has indeed laid heavy troops in the direction of the south gate. After listening to Bresson's description, Brando replied: "Ampesel has nearly 30,000 Hong Kong Guard troops, and it is normal to have a large group of men and horses in front of us. ”

He looked up: "How many hands do we have." ”

"More than 200 cadets are under the command of Freya and Muko."

"Two hundred against one thousand." Brando silently looked into the darkness of the north - this is the two hundred non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knight Academy, the legendary backbone of the leading force in the Eruin Zhongxing, this elite belonging to the princess did not shed the last drop of blood until the Second War of the Black Roses, and the Valkyrie was wiped out in the Crimson Canyon with the Valkyrie.

But in this era of Eruin, there is no army that is their opponent.

He held his head high, and the wind and rain fell on him in the darkness.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, please order us to break through to the north and join my men."

……

The brazier in the Haiyan Fortress burned brightly, reflecting the faces of everyone in the hurry around them red, but a little warmth could not dispel the chill in the hearts of everyone in the hall, and every person in charge had a gloomy face.

Marquis Julien sat with a frown at the long table, on which was a huge map of the port of Ampesel and the area in its vicinity. There are more and more counters representing enemies on the map, and according to the latest round of intelligence, Naga has stormed Chamber of Commerce Street along Haiyan Avenue if the Haiyan Fortress can't stop them......

Then the inner city has a smooth road ahead of them.

Lord Marquis rubbed his frowning brow: "Let's go, go out and have a look." With that, he stood tall and his armor rattled. Before he could stop him left and right, the commander of the Ampesel Harbor Guard had already pushed open the gate with a 'bang' -

Outside, there was a storm, lightning and thunder.

"Your Excellency."

Julian was silent, and he watched in the rain as several nearby streets were already crowded with people. Flags representing the Hong Kong Guard still appeared on several of the main streets near Haiyan Street, but several of the fiercely fought battlefields had become salients, and Naga's offensive was unusually fierce – not a raid at all, but an invasion.

Their enemies soon became clear as well, the Praetorian Guards of Greyfinnagar.

Grayfinnagar's Praetorian Guard is a standard second-tier army in the game, not to mention Ampesel's Harbor Guard, or even Eruin's regular army.

The bright and flickering Seagod Scepter was like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's hearts, making them not in the mood to speak at all.

Farther away in the silence was a vague darkness - the entire harbor had become almost a life-devouring beast, except for the earth-shattering battles that proved to exist in those places.

Heavy casualties –

"Zinopa? Lee and his patrol cavalry were still holding on, but they couldn't hold out for long. The Marquis turned back: "Let Eben and Inester come to our aid with their troops." ”

"My lord, but the high priest has instructed that the defense force of the south gate must not be mobilized."

"Now I'm up to me here," interrupted the Marquis, standing proudly in the rain, and turned back and said word for word, "this is Ampesel, and to the south is the Forest of Vlada, and the royal realm is separated from the mountains of Anlek. Why are we throwing a lot of defense forces at the South Gate? Could it be that the royal party has already hit the door? ”

"Her Royal Highness the Princess......"

"That has nothing to do with us," replied the Marquis coldly, "remember, we are soldiers of Ampesel. It's our duty to protect this port, and if there's any problem with the Priestess, let him come to me. ”

Several knights beside him looked at each other for a moment, then glanced at each other, and bowed deeply to the veteran soldier who had guarded Ampesel for more than ten years, before leaving the hall in turn.

The Marquis sighed.

He put his hand on the cold battlements, and suddenly felt that this kingdom was like this port, and it was shaking in this dark storm.

He couldn't help but look over the pitch-black sea.

A bright glow rose from the surface of the sea—

Kargliss looked back at the glow, and the White Lion Legion was ready to attack behind him, but there were only a hundred and ten people, but there were tens of millions of people. It was hard for the average person to believe that this was an army from Toniger, and that less than half a year ago, they were nothing more than a group of young people from the countryside.

His heart was on fire.

Cagliss felt that he had probably made one of the most important choices in his life, and he didn't know if it was right or wrong, but at least he wouldn't regret it.

"Miss Antitina."

"I saw it too," Antitina, who was standing in the wind and rain, turned her head, her eyes dark, "It's time, you guys are ready to go, please be sure to escort the lord back safely." ”

"I understand."

"Kaglis, remember, it is not the royal party that can save Eruin, not the princess, but the lord." The staff lady replied faintly.

Karglis was slightly stunned, "Miss Antitina, you also think that the lord should not take this risk?" ”

"That's not wise," Antitina sighed, "but that's why we think he can save this dark age, even if it's clumsy, but my father said that some people are born to bring light to others." ”

"We follow him."

"Just hoping to see a miracle."

"That's all."

Kargliss was silent, but nodded earnestly. He watched as the nobleman's daughter, who had always been weak, turned around and walked back into the house, as if with some kind of decisive strength in him, and the same power burned in his heart.

He looked back.

Countless pairs of bright eyes were focused on him, and every young man carried that same mark on his body. They came here from the Ring of Trade Winds, and they had witnessed a miracle - in the same endless darkness of the wind and rain, a pillar of light penetrated the heavens and the earth, and people will never forget.

The one who brought the light is now in this city.

In the midst of this dark storm.

He raised his command sword—

Antitina took one last look at the young men, watching their white armor disappear into the rain one by one—perhaps now it should be called the White Lions—and they had pinned their hopes on the ideals of this era, coming out of some glorious history, under his leadership.

What kind of change will it bring to the kingdom?

Or is it a splash in the long river of history?

Antitina silently pushed open the door and saw Roman sitting in the room. She had been worried that the eldest lady was using Princess Magdal as a toy, but now she was finally relieved.

"Roman?"

"Antitina." Roman said seriously.

"Huh?" Antitina was slightly stunned, in her impression that the eldest lady who had always claimed to be a big businessman had never looked like this.

"Antitina, I'm sorry," said the merchant lady with a nod, "but Roman is going to Brando's soon." ”

"What? Wait, you don't-" Antitina was startled, the young men of the White Lion Legion were about to set off, and these incapable men had to get on board at once and join Brando in the open sea, and Roman must not have any problems at this time.

But before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly realized that she couldn't move.

"Roman, you are ——! hate"

"Antitina, you listen to Roman," Roman stared at Antitina's eyes, which startled the noble daughter, who had never looked at the other party's eyes: "Brando is in danger, this is a trap, only Roman can help him." ”

"Antitina, so Roman is leaving soon."

"Princess Magdal has entrusted it to Antitina, please take care of her."

"This is the task that Brando gave to little Roman, and now little Roman has handed it over to you."

When the merchant lady finished saying this, she had already pushed the door out. Antitina heard only her last words: "Sister White, let's go...... Please hurry, Princess Magdal tells me that time is running out......"

Her face turned pale...... 6,000 words chapter, because the plot is together, I didn't separate. You know it~~)

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