Yes, everyone is constantly struggling and pursuing, but when they really succeed, they will find that the happiest days are actually the process of struggle and pursuit------- Zhao Yandao

Kindness?

The Iron Demon was slightly stunned, with Ku Chitu's character, he knew that he wouldn't say big things casually. Looking at Ku Chitu's gloomy face, the Iron Demon instinctively shook slightly.

Ku Chitu said lightly: "Actually, I want to tell you that the Holy Light Sword is not the most destructive skill of the Paladin. ”

Ku Chitu took a breath, his mouth was full of bloody taste, "The most destructive is this trick ......"

The next moment, before the Iron Demon could react, he was stunned to find that Ku Chitu's body was shining, and suddenly it seemed to turn into a dazzling light source.

The light source continued to release a strong light outward, and at the same time, Ku Chitu raised his head, hugged the Iron Demon tightly, and roared hoarsely.

"Ao Bang!"

Rumble......

The next moment, under Ingreil's shout, Zhao Yan and the others all lay on the ground, unable to stand the dazzling light, and buried their heads in their arms.

Kuchitu was like a blasting nuclear bomb, and anything that came close to him suddenly turned into nothingness.

No one heard the voice of the Iron Devil, and no one saw the Iron Demon in his last moments in the world.

And Ku Chitu was the only one who clearly saw the melting of the Iron Demon, and the expression of fear after the melting of the Iron Demon's helmet, probably he never thought that he would die like this in his life.

Ku Chitu exchanged his life for his life, and he was worth it!

Bang bang bang!

The blasting lasted for several minutes, and it was not until there was no sound around that Zhao Yan and the others slowly raised their heads.

Everyone looked at it, and a huge pit had exploded in Ku Chitu's original location. This deep pit actually turned half of the arena into ruins.

The corpses that had fallen on the ruins were suddenly reduced to ashes.

Headmaster!

Ingreil was the first to stand up, jumping off the pit and rushing towards Kuchitu.

Ku Chitu slept in the middle of the big pit, sleeping there quietly, not moving at all.

Everything seems to have returned to a year ago, Ku Chitu was picked up by Ingreil again, and Ingreil was pleasantly surprised to find that Ku Chitu still had a breath.

"Iron ...... Iron Demon Death ...... Dead?"

Ingreil nodded violently, "Dead, dead, Headmaster, you hold on! I'll go to the priest behind your back, you hold on." ”

"I didn't ...... It's useless......" Ku Chitu tried to raise his hand to express his feelings at this time, but the hands were paralyzed there weakly, and he just couldn't lift them.

Ku Chitu's eyes were gloomy, and he said, "It's useless, this ...... This time I ...... I'm real...... It really doesn't work anymore. ”

Woo...... Woo......

At this time, Zhao Yan and others also came around, and Catherine couldn't help it, covering her face and crying.

Zhao Yan glanced around, it was a mess, and the Mei Junists on the field had also been eliminated.

Zhao Yan said: "Ingreel, you put the headmaster on your back, as long as you don't lose your breath, there is still hope, we will go back to the castle immediately, there must be a priest there." ”

For some reason, hearing Zhao Yan's words, Ingreil didn't hesitate at all, and carried Ku Chitu on his back.

Except for the people of Gu Shengluo Hua, others may not be familiar with Aiying Castle, but Zhao Yan is very familiar with it, after all, many things happened in the castle that he remembers deeply.

After leaving the arena, Zhao Yan stopped violently, as if thinking of something, and hurriedly turned back.

"Boss, what's wrong?" the dragon stopped.

"And Omako! he's still in there!"

In a crack in the rock, Omako collapsed there with his whole body paralyzed, and Zhao Yan hurriedly carried him on his back and hurried to catch up with the large army.

The wounded could not wait any longer, and had to rush back to the castle at once.

After everyone left, the arena was even more desolate, and this picture paused for a long time before there was a slight hint of vitality. The rocks gradually opened to the sides, and one person gradually poked his head out and struggled for a long time before standing up. His cloak was in tatters.

Ahh

It wasn't until Zhao Yan left the ancient saint Luohua and came to the streets of Ai Ying City that he really understood what the current Ai Ying City had become.

One evening, one morning, this glorious city has become like this.

Zhao Yan hated those invaders very much, not because of the atrocities of their aggression, but because of their stupidity.

If you want to take it for yourself, then why do you want to destroy it? Even if it is really occupied, wouldn't it be troublesome to build it all over again?

Zhao Yan remembered the Summer Palace, and this complex that can never be forgotten in the hearts of Chinese made him very angry.

The two soldiers who stopped in front of Zhao Yan were roasted into dry corpses by Zhao Yan with a big fireball.

Although they encountered many interceptions along the way, they were all easily done, after all, the attack strength of the Mei ** team was placed on Ai Ying Castle, and Zhao Yan and the others did not encounter any large troops.

The periphery of the castle was still in the midst of confrontation, and through the chaos, Zhao Yan and the others got in.

Judging from the confrontation situation, it is estimated that it will not be long before these warriors who insist on the periphery will be forced to hide in the castle.

The castle's defenses, those hair-barring magic towers, poison arrow towers are intimidating to many. At this time, the hardness of the castle was also put to the greatest test.

Zhao Yan clearly remembered that when he first came to Aiying Castle, he hated the builder of the castle with great righteousness. Blaming them for their extravagant pleasures and the fact that they occupy so much meaningless space, it would be nice to give these extra spaces to the suffering civilians.

But now Zhao Yan realized how important the area of the castle was.

In the entire Ai Sakura City, almost three-fifths of the people are hiding inside, and one-fifth of the people are defending on the perimeter.

Zhao Yan was not born in the anti-Japanese era, but he also fantasized that he was carrying a gun and holding a grenade as a hero at that time.

In countless dreams, he smelled the smoke and saw the cannon fire that exploded in the sky, but he didn't understand what it was.

And now, he has experienced that feeling deeply.

He knew very well that this was war, a living war.

In this war, he wants to be a hero, God has grasped him so much, inexplicably abducted him to this strange continent of Aya, he must not be just an obscure bystander, he has to fight!/>/>

Suddenly, a ball of fire in Zhao Yan's body rolled violently, and his heart aroused extremely strong excitement.

After handing over Kuchitu and Omako to the priest, Zhao Yan and the others let go of their temporary concern for the two of them, and instead ran to the periphery to assist the warriors surrounding the castle to resist the attack of the Mei army.

The fact is very helpless, Zhao Yan and the others were forced to retreat by beating like the Aiying army.

By the way, love Sakurasa...... And what about the city lord?

Zhao Yan suddenly remembered the person he was most anxious to see before coming to the castle.

"Where is the city lord, where is the city lord, bastard, tell me quickly!"

Under Zhao Yan's continuous scolding and beating, someone finally pointed out the direction of Zhao Yan's love for Yingteng. At this time, Amaya and the dragon decided to stay with Zhao Yan and follow him to find the city lord.

After a period of crowding, Zhao Yan was stunned to find that the garden in front of him was actually much empty. This so-called emptiness does not mean that there are fewer people, but that it is relatively sparse compared to the previous crowding. And the people here are much more noble in terms of dress and decoration.

Zhao Yan vaguely understood the meaning of this, and looking at it, it seemed that all the nobles who loved Sakura City were all aristocrats!

These dogs, hide in the innermost part and don't allow others to squeeze in!

Zhao Yan scolded viciously, secretly wondering who is coming to a civilian uprising at this time, I can't see you guys!

Let go, let go of me!

A sharp shout attracted Zhao Yan's attention, and several people turned their heads to look, but they saw a very dirty scene.

In the garden, several obese aristocratic men are pulling a woman's clothes, and the woman struggles desperately, but she can only end up with a naked upper body and a tattered lower body.

The woman's shouts did not earn sympathy and pity from the nobles around her, on the contrary, she was answered with even more unbridled ridicule.

Brute!

"Inflammation. Xiu Zhe didn't want Zhao Yan to cause trouble, so he called out his name, and Zhao Yan and the wild dragon had already rushed towards the group of nobles.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Yan stopped in front of these noble men, extremely angry.

The fat man's good deeds were disturbed, and he was already displeased, so he turned his head to look at Zhao Yan, and suddenly gave birth to a trace of contempt, and said with a lewd smile: "Uncle, I'm working, get out of here!"

Zhao Yan had a gloomy face and said, "When the national disaster is at hand, you still have the heart to do evil......

The fat man looked disapproving, and said, "You know a fart!" We are aristocrats, and we can play these commoner women whenever we want, do you care?"

"Get out, or you're welcome!" Next to the fat man, the other man shouted at Zhao Yan, and at the same time, his hand was rubbing obscenely on the woman's body.

The surrounding nobles found out about the situation, and they all took a step closer to Zhao Yan, as if Zhao Yan was their public enemy.

Yes!

Zhao Yan opened his mouth, without saying a word, he quickly turned around and pulled out the big knife on the waist of the mad dragon, and slashed at the fat man.

Everyone at the scene only heard a cry like killing a pig.

The next moment, Zhao Yan leaned forward, holding the big knife tightly with both hands, and on the knife, there were still traces of the blood of an obese man and the fat intestines rolled on the blade.