A rain of arrows pierced the sky, striking unknown men, sending their hot blood pouring out of their chests.

Swords and spears intertwined, and the crowd fought each other, and they had never even met each other, and they were going to kill each other for their own lives.

The horse's hooves and the claws of the ornithrosaurus trampled across the ground, trampling over the still warm corpses.

There was a buzzing in my ears, and no one could hear whose voice it was.

At first glance, it looks like the apostolic wasteland, almost identical, even the shape of the sin that pervades it. The same hideous, the same makes the people in it panic.

However, this is exactly what Hatsu does best, killing other lives in such a place.

When Hillman nodded to her, he looked at the battlefield.

Her numb black and white eyes appeared under the pitch-black and cold helmet, and she drew the black sword at her waist.

The same evil, the same hideous, unsettling aura appeared on her body as this battlefield.

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During the fight, one of the Forster soldiers sensed something, stopped, and turned his head.

Not far away, he saw a dark shadow approaching him, with a red eye and a sword dripping with blood.

"Black Knight······ The soldier's gaze froze, and a name was whispered.

The next moment, his head flew into the air.

The Black Knight, also known as the Knight of Beheading, is legend has it that she beheaded hundreds of people in an instant in her first battle, the Battle of King Plane.

At first glance, she walked past the head that landed at her feet, and beside her, a soldier in Mantern's armor raised his sword and slashed at her.

She didn't look back, the sword in her hand turning into a spear under the soldier's incredulous gaze.

The spear slammed through Manten's soldier's chest, picking his body up, blood running down the corpse and drenching into the dirt.

The soldiers on all sides took a step back, but the black knight didn't mean to stop, and drew his spear.

The corpse fell to the ground, and the knight smashed into the crowd.

The soldiers of Forster and Mantern tried to block it, but their spears and swords could not break through the knight's armor.

The arrows she shot couldn't keep up with her, and the magic could only leave wisps of black smoke on her.

All they could do was watch the man in front of them be killed by the knight, fall to the ground, and then scream and charge forward.

Led by the Black Knight and the Sword Saint Rolland, Reinhardt's soldiers were invincible.

Furster and Manteen were losing ground as their kings regrouped and defended their line again and again.

Perhaps in the future, this war, the people who died in these wars, the events that took place in these wars, will be recorded as an article in the history books, or a magnificent poem in the mouth of a bard.

But now, for the people in this war, what they are doing is only giving their lives.

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The war lasted for a long time, and it did not end until nightfall, and the people continued to fight in the night.

It wasn't until the eastern sky shimmered and the world slowly lit up again that they could see the surrounding scene clearly.

The corpses with lost eyes fell to the ground, covering the hills, and the blood stained the soil of the hills red and black, and the blood on the ground, which had not yet penetrated into the ground, soaked the soles of people's feet.

Vultures and crows hover in the sky, and black birds obscure the sky, waiting to peck at the corpses everywhere.

People stood there in a daze, looking around, at what they were doing.

They saw what they had done.

Some people are still fighting, some are still roaring hoarsely, and some people are lying weakly in the corpses, silently looking at the mottled sky with a faint light.

The kings of Forster and Mantenn had already died in the battle, but some of the living soldiers were still fighting and resisting.

The day is about to dawn, and the dawn is coming.

Standing in the middle of the pile of corpses, she wiped the blood from her sword with her hands, she couldn't remember how many more people she had killed, she just raised her head and continued to search for the enemy.

At this moment, among the corpses, she saw a man standing on the hill.

Hillman rode her white steed and wore a crown on her head.

At this time, she was not as graceful as usual, her long golden hair was a little messy, her face was stained with blood, her robe and the bright red cloak behind her were slightly black, and she held Reinhardt's sword of kingship, the blade of which was stained with blood.

She also joins the battlefield, she is not a king who only hides behind soldiers.

Although she is not good at fighting, which makes her appearance a little embarrassed, her gaze is still haughty.

Hillman stood on the hill, looking down at the entire battlefield, looking down at the dead people, looking down at Forster and Manten, who were still resisting.

Finally, she raised her sword, the blade pointing straight at the sky.

The wind was howling, and she stood against the wind, gasping slightly.

Then, to everyone, she shouted loudly.

"I, in the name of Reinhardt von Hillmann, in the name of Queen Lionheart, in the name of the Reinhardt Empire, command you, here and there, to offer me your loyalty!"

It should have been the effect of magic that made her voice echo over the hills for a long time.

Everyone heard her voice, and people looked back, at the hill, at the queen.

As everyone watched in silence, the clouds in the sky broke.

The first rays of sunlight after the long night broke through the clouds and fell down the hills, landing on Hillman's longsword.

At that moment, the light was shining.

The dawn of dawn illuminates the new king.

Faced with a blinding light, Hillman shouted again.

"I, in the name of Reinhardt von Hillmann!"

Staring at the light steadily, one soldier slowly lowered his weapon, and more and more soldiers threw their weapons on the ground.

"In the name of Queen Lionheart!"

The soldiers fell to their knees in silence.

"In the name of the Reinhardt Empire!"

Countless people knelt on the ground, kneeling among countless corpses, towards the queen under the sky on the hill.

"Command you, be here! Offer me your loyalty! Surrender to me!"

The earth was filled with kneeling people, and the queen stood in the center, her sword shining with light in her hand.

The light caused the vultures and crows to scream and flee in all directions.

Hillman looked at the kneeling man and took a deep breath.

She knew that a new world had arrived.

She looked up at the dawn, the light taking over her vision like a revelation from a god.

After a long time, she whispered.

"And I, on the other hand, will forgive you your sins and grant you splendor and prosperity. ”

This is her promise, and she will definitely bring glory and prosperity to this continent.