In front of Planne's royal city, Reinhardt's legion reached the siege position and slowly stopped, and the smoke and dust brought up by the march gradually subsided.

Under the scorching winter sun, the battlefield fell into a brief silence, as if the wind and waves were calm before, and the quiet night before the storm contained the monstrous angry waves and pouring rain that were about to erupt.

In silence, the armies of the two kingdoms stared at each other for a long time.

"Your Majesty. Roland leaned over the side of the carriage and whispered to Hillman in the carriage.

"It's ready, is it going to be a siege?"

Hillman looked at Roland with a smile and nodded slightly.

"Let's get started. ”

"Yes. Roland answered, straightened up, mounted on his horse, and drew a long sword from his waist. Although her own weapon was a greatsword, it was clear that such a weapon could not be used on horseback.

In Roland's hand, the long sword was raised high, reflecting the light in the sky, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

The soldiers in Reinhardt's army raised their spears and shields and pointed ahead.

And the army of the Kingdom of Purne on the city wall also drew their longbows and aimed their arrows high into the air.

"The whole army!!"

Roland, dressed in silver-red armor on horseback, let out a high-pitched roar, and a flash of light flashed from the blade she held aloft and fell with it.

"Attack!"

"Woo————————————"

The sound of the trumpet, which had been silenced, sounded again, only this time it was more dull and solemn than any previous time, as if a heavy hammer was beating the hearts of everyone on the battlefield, making people's blood gush.

"Thorn!" Roland's sword sliced through the air with a piercing tearing sound, the blade reflecting the entire battlefield, and she sat on her horse, roaring loudly.

"May the king's glory be eternal!!!"

The tranquility of the battlefield is like a water, easily shattered and shattered.

"May the king's glory be eternal!!!"

Reinhardt's soldiers roared, spears and shields in their spears and shields charged toward Plain's royal city.

The siege engines roared, crushing the rubble and gravel, and crashing into the walls with an irresistible momentum.

Trebuchets tossed boulders high into the air, and the kingdom's mages gathered to chant incantations.

And on the walls of Plain, the archers also loosened the bowstrings in their hands.

A dense burst of air sounded, and a rain of arrows rained down on the besieging soldiers.

The magician wielded his staff and shot fireballs and ice projectiles at the soldiers who tried to climb the walls.

From absolute silence to absolute riot, a place like the battlefield only takes a moment.

One corpse after another fell, blood flowing on the ground, and next to the corpse, the people behind him stepped through the blood and continued to rush forward.

Hatsu sat in the carriage and looked out.

In her sight, the entire battlefield was filled with black mist, which was the so-called evil, and there were so many evils in this place that they were about to overflow.

These "evils" flow from the eyes, mouths, noses, and ears of everyone on the battlefield, and envelop them, making them look horrible and lifeless.

Just like the people in the apostolic wasteland.

In the same way, in such a place, the initial ability will be maximized, and the "evil" here is too abundant, which means that the "evil" consumed by herself can be replenished at the first time. It can be said that she can't be killed in the planting place.

Hatsu lowered his head, looked at his hands, and then looked at Hillman beside him.

She was waiting for Hillman's orders, orders that would allow her to enter the battlefield.

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The highest point of the walls of the royal city of Plane.

The old man in the mage's robe stood there, the staff slowly hanging down, the pale silver gem on the staff facing the direction of the center of the Reinhardt Legion, facing the golden-red carriage, facing the queen with the crown in the carriage.

There was a great distance between him and the queen, but beyond the space, he could see clearly that the queen still had a flat smile on her face in the midst of this terrible war.

Plain, I will never give in to a tyrant like you.

The old man held the staff, his old palms clenched, and his shriveled lips opened slightly.

"The laws of space have their own rules. ”

His pupils turned pale, and in his eyes, the world lit up and turned into a silvery white, and countless things and countless people became one point of light after another.

He stood in a silvery-white world, surrounded by points of light, as if he were in charge of everything.

His face seemed to be a little older, his hands were outstretched, and the silver-gray robe on his body was windless.

"It's like the world has its own rules. ”

The silver-white world was full of light, and the points of light surrounding the old man disappeared one by one, leaving only the distance, and the last point of light, the point of light that represented the queen.

"I follow the rules. ”

The old man's pale pupils were hollow, and he was in a thin palm, lightly touching the point of light.

"Through her, silver light. ”

As his old voice fell, a silvery white light appeared over the city of King Plane.

This abrupt light made everyone stunned for a moment.

Not good.

Standing in the carriage, Roland's pupils shrank, and she felt an aura of emptiness in that light, which belonged to one person on this continent, the Sage of Plane.

The Sage of Space, Hugh Bet.

At this time, the beam was aimed at none other than Hillman, who was driving the king's carriage.

How could it be possible to unleash space magic from such a distance.

Even with her doubts, Roland didn't have time to think about it, and she stopped her long sword in front of the carriage at the first time.

"Your Majesty, please stand back!"

But it was too late, and the nature of space magic was unpredictable speed and almost irresistible attacks.

Without preparation, the sudden spatial magic is enough to take anyone's life.

From King Plane's city, the silvery-white beam of light shot out.

The old man who cast the spell, Hubert, dragged his old body back a step back.

He clutched his chest and coughed muffled, a stream of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

Originally, the casting distance of this magic through space was not so far at all, but he forcibly used his life force to activate this ultra-long-distance space magic in order to kill Hillman in one fell swoop.

He was confident that even if the female sword Saint Rolland was by Hillman's side, it would be impossible to block his attack.

This is spatial magic, which cannot be stopped by anyone, and only works on Hillman's body.

Thinking about it, he lifted his tired eyes and looked at the end of the silver-white beam.

It's time to be judged for all the crimes you have committed in Planne, Reinhardt von Hillmann.