On the eastern shore of the Inland Sea, the kingdom of West Feinbride, the hills and mountains are endless, always covered with a hint of gloom, even on a summer day in July. But in the summer of this year, the land was full of smoke, and it seemed to be very noisy.

To the east of the kingdom, in a barely precipitous mountain range, the sky is obscured by dozens of floating ships. At least two hundred buzzing magic planes hovered at low altitudes, searching for any targets worth hitting. The meandering valleys are filled with longing figures, and the sound of guns and cannons is as dense as boiling oil pots.

On the highest peak in the center of the mountain range, a huge dragon with a turquoise body roared and fell, slammed into the peak, and then shrunk into a human body in the gray smoke, and fell towards the valley below.

More than a dozen magic guide fighters flew over the collapsed peaks, flapping their wings and showing off their achievements.

At the edge of the valley, hundreds of men, women, and children were bound by forbidden nails and ropes, and their faces were already bloodless, but when they saw this scene again, they became even more miserable as paper.

Many people are still screaming: "No...... Elder Kukas ......"

Not far away, a woman put down her binoculars and sneered, "Even a legendary dragon has no power to resist under our magic weapons, let alone a pseudo-dragon transformed into a legendary druid." ”

The woman's posture is as tall as a sword, although she is young, the evil aura between her eyebrows makes her not angry and mighty, and also makes the originally beautiful face completely lose the feminine softness, only the heart palpitations of toughness.

A young female prisoner scolded, "Sivanus is cursing you, Sylvie!

The others followed suit, mentioning the god name of Sivannas.

The prisoners turned out to be druids, but they believed in the ancient god of nature, Sivannas, not the current goddess of nature, Sharona, who had been promoted from the goddess of the forest.

They cursed none other than the Duchess and Marshal of the Aurora, a close friend of the Aurora, and Sylvie, the squire of the Goddess of Order.

"Don't talk about the god Sivanus who has long since fallen and has no will......"

Sylvie said disdainfully: "The Holy Light of Order shines on me, my life belongs to Empress Theresia, and my soul belongs to the Goddess of Order, Kerala Theresia, even the current Goddess of Nature, who does not want to curse me." ”

"Your Sivannas Order is in cahoots with the Brad Cult and the Cult of the Evil Gods in a vain attempt to subvert the order of the main plane, and Your Majesty thinks that you are not the main culprit, and has not exterminated you. Not only did you not repent sincerely, but you also harbored evil spirits, and cursed me in the name of Sivannas, and you were hopeless. ”

In the distance, a roar of anger and reluctance sounded, and a huge figure hundreds of meters tall shook over the mountain, falling on its back, and the earth trembled.

"Look!"

Sylvie pointed his sword in that direction: "Your Majesty has eliminated the evil you are sheltering, and your end has come!"

An old druid cried out in mourning: "The last child of the earth has fallen, and darkness has come!"

The other druids burst into tears, causing Sylvie to lose interest in continuing the reprimand, snorting coldly and ignoring it.

On the ridge in the distance, a small head came out of a six-legged magic guide cannon carriage, and after taking off the helmet, it revealed a delicate face rarely seen in a halfling, full of confusion and compassion.

There were still a few shrill voices muttering in the car......

"I still don't understand what these druids are doing wrong. ”

"You can figure it out, what else do you want Your Majesty and the adults to do? Your Majesty and the adults say that they are guilty, they must be guilty!"

"Can't you live your life on your own terms? What's wrong with the druids having a woodland council? How many years ago did we halflings have our own Bigfoot council? ”

"Having a council shouldn't be the point, the point is that they colluded with the Church of the Children of the Earth and the Church of Ismat. The former is evil, the latter is an evil god, what's wrong with crusading against them?"

"Ismat is an evil god, but a son of the earth...... I can't figure out how it's weird. ”

"The Son of the Earth is the King of Wizards, and he wants to activate the ancestral bloodline of all the Brads and turn them into werewolves, vampires and other monsters, so how can he do it?"

"Vampires are soothing, but werewolves are nothing......"

Sir Flodo, the captain of the Redstone Independent Brigade attached to the Seventy-fourth Legion of the Empire, coughed, bowed his head and said to his subordinates: "You are all very powerful, or I recommend you to be a staff officer under Marshal Sylvie?"

The men quickly shut up, and Flordo looked at the prisoners in the valley again, and his face was full of worry.

He muttered in a low voice, "Gronia, run away, run as far away as possible, Brad is not a place for you to stay." ”

A high-pitched and high-pitched dragon roar sounded overhead, and Flordo looked up, his gaze suddenly blurred.

"Her Majesty the Empress......"

In the sky, a red and a silver dragon flew down the valley, and on the back of the red dragon stood a figure in a white dress fluttering, surrounded by golden light, and the valley and the surrounding ridges resounded with tidal cheers, all shouting "Theresia, unparalleled in the world." ”

Theresia, the Empress of the Dawning Empire and the living of the Goddess of Order, has arrived......

"Your Majesty——!"

Theresia staggered slightly when she landed, so frightened that Sylvie hurriedly held on, looked up and down carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death, what is going to happen to you, I can't redeem myself." ”

"It's okay, it's just a little ...... Take off your strength, it's good to take a break, after all, the opponent is a demigod who has been suppressed to the peak of the legend, and it takes some effort to clean it up. ”

Theresia changed the subject lightly, "The remnants of the Church of Sylvanus are here, right?

Sylvie said in panic: "Only a few small characters were caught, and their saintess ran away." ”

Theresia said indifferently: "Even if it's a saint, it's a small role." ”

Sylvie sighed: "That guy thinks of himself as Princess Elanis and has bewitched a lot of people, and Brad's situation was also stirred up by her in the first place, and it was my dereliction of duty to fail to catch her." ”

"It doesn't matter, it's my problem", Theresia shook her head and said, "The Witch King is trying to awaken the ancestral bloodline of the Brads, the old gods like Sivanus are trying to revive, and the evil god Ismat is connecting with them, the situation here in Brad is very complicated and sinister, and it is very good that you can survive until now." ”

She shook Sylvie's hand and said with regret, "Since the initial orc invasion, all the most difficult things have been on your shoulders, and I really can't help it. Look at how thin you have become. ”

Sylvie smiled proudly, "Who made me His Majesty's sword?"

Then he sighed: "To be honest, I'm a little tired, I often think about how good it would be if His Majesty could dig up Qili." If I fight alongside her, I'll be at ease. ”

Theresia gave her a blank look: "It's not only easy, but you can enjoy it every day, right?"

Sylvie licked her lips and said, "Oh, Your Majesty, don't talk about it, you really miss her." ”

As the two were talking, a team of paladins from the Hand of Order escorted a man over. This man must have been such a powerful being that they used a forbidden spear like a hooked cymbal. The barbed blade pierced the man's chest, arms, and legs, and he was completely dangling.

If you look closely, this is actually a werewolf, the body covered with thick black hair is tall and strong, even if it is scarred and covered in blood, the body can't move, and the scarlet light in its eyes is still fierce.

Sylvie said with pity as a victor, "Dadalus...... No, you should be called Prince Faris, and the moment you turn your back on the Empire, you should have thought that there would be such a day. Now that we've killed the first and second Children of the Earth, you, as the third, will only be defeated faster. ”

Prince Faris said in a majestic voice, "Son of the earth, would rather die in battle than live in a cage!"

He spat and said in an unusually disdainful tone: "What's more, it's you, Sylvie! It's not that I'm going to turn my back on the empire, but I know very well that as one of the inheritors of the bloodline of the Bled Witch King, and as a prince, you will never let me go!"

"I've given you a chance," Sylvie snorted, "take the initiative to purge the Church of Ismat and find out their saints and leaders to prove your loyalty." You promised in person, but secretly delayed, which shows that you have no loyalty to Your Majesty and to the Empire at all. ”

Faris's wolf face distorted a few times, and only then did he dare to look at Theresia, only glanced at it and turned away, his tone became extremely helpless: "The matter has come to this, I have nothing to say, let's do it!"

Theresia said lightly: "In other words, you don't think that your beliefs are wrong, even if such beliefs are bewitched by outsiders?"

Faris said in a low voice, "Didn't Your Majesty accept wizards and even sea spirits, why can't you accept us ancestral aliens?"

"Accepting wizards and sea spirits is not only necessary to restore order, but also because they are part of order in the first place", Theresia said in a calm tone, "As for you, tracing the ancestral bloodline, returning to the alien, vainly trying to let the distant ancestral spirits rule the world, how can I accept you?"

"Not to mention ......"

Theresia shook her head slightly: "Ismat, who bewitched you, do you really think that he is the god of suffering, Ismat?"

"I have searched the kingdom plane for His whereabouts and found nothing. Isn't it obvious enough that I've traced the souls of Ismat believers here and discovered that the source of faith is a mess of chaos, a disguise?"

"Ismat, it's fake. He built the church and made waves in Bled, and he came for you, and you are just pawns to be used by Him. ”

Faris was first stunned by this inference, and after a while, he smiled bitterly: "Even if Ismat is fake, it can't change the fact that we are all descendants of Mother Earth. Since there is no place in His Majesty's order, there is no point in saying anything more. ”

Sylvie shouted, "If you are honest and repentant, and you are willing to bathe in the light of order, how can Your Majesty not accept you?"

Faris laughed and said, "And then go and slaughter your own kind to prove your loyalty?"

Sylvie snorted and put his sword around his neck, and Faris closed his eyes.

The blade didn't move, and Sylvie looked at Theresia.

The Empress was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Fulfill him, remember to hang his head on the gate of the royal capital of Bled." ”

The golden light flickered, and the blade slashed off Faris's head like butter, shattering his soul in the process.

The paladin picked up the head and dragged the body away, Sylvie shook the blood on the sword, spat out a turbid breath and said, "The remaining remnants of the party must be eliminated next, but Brad's overall situation should be stable." “

She smiled at the Empress, "I can't wait to fight Romrose." ”

The Empress patted her hand: "There is no hurry, we have to make more preparations." ”

The large ship descended, and the Empress and Sylvie boarded the ship, returning to the ship and then back to the base of the ship near King Bled's capital.

As soon as he got off the flying boat, several characters who looked like Wenchen greeted him.

"Mordwin, ah......"

The Empress waved her hand to excuse herself, and said to the Imperial Minister of Propaganda who was headed: "The third son of the earth, Dadalus, that is, Prince Faris, has surrendered to the law, and the propaganda work on your side is in full swing." ”

Mordwin bowed deeply and said in a trembling tone: "The villain has never doubted His Majesty's victory, but he is afraid of how to publicize such a victory so as not to disgrace His Majesty's merits." ”

Xiwei next to him snorted, a helpless look flashed in the empress's eyes, and the smile on her face remained unchanged: "It's enough to tell the truth, of course you have to pay attention to the method." ”

Walking hand in hand with Sylvie to the palace, the empress waved her hand to excuse the surrounding vassals, and whispered to Sylvie: "This is also the price that must be paid to rule the empire and reorganize the order." ”

"I know, Your Majesty," Sylvie shrugged, "but I can't accept that black is white, and if it's for His Majesty to cover up something that he has to do, I don't complain at all." But to announce His Majesty's exploits in that fleshy tone and manner, I only feel disgusted, and there is no need for that. ”

The Empress said, "It is not necessary for you, but it is necessary for those who are ignorant and ignorant. ”

Sylvie was very upset: "Kill three witch kings in a row...... That is, the son of the earth, who has eliminated the evil forces that want to harm the world, such a dazzling feat is just said directly, in this era, who else has such a feat?"

The empress shook her head and smiled, "After all, it's just a matter of the main plane, not too big. ”

Having said that, there was still a hint of pride on his face. Those are three demigod-level existences, and killing such an enemy on the main plane should be sung by the bard as an epochal epic.

Mordwin will definitely get it right, he is very talented and experienced in this area.

Thinking so, the empress also breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the palace with Sylvie.

In the hall of the palace, hundreds of vassals were waiting.

These vassals, led by the commander of the 74th Legion, Remako, are all high-ranking officers in the Imperial Legion, and they also have on-the-spot titles above the baron level, and they are the backbone of the Empire. They came spontaneously to ask for an audience and listen to the oracle, and the Empress would certainly not disappoint them.

The Empress and Sylvie stopped and waited for them to salute, but no one responded......

Seeing that their eyes were on the wall on one side of the hall, Sylvie was furious and was about to scold, but the Empress stopped her.

"Look at ......"

The Empress said this, and her eyes were glued to the wall.

It was a mirage screen, and it was already fashionable for the aristocracy to place a mirage screen in the hall. The price of the large flat fantasy screen has been made by Rowanna a few gold bushels, and with the increasing variety of mirage repertoire, even many rich people who are not nobles have begun to enjoy this pastime.

The image on the screen is a thrilling battle, one side is dressed in neat and fully enclosed battle armor, some without helmets, and it can be seen that it is human, half-elf or even halfling, all of them are mortals anyway. On the other side are ugly and terrifying demons, the small ones are more than one person tall, and the big ones are more than twenty or thirty meters, each of which is enough to stop the night cry of a child.

Demons flocked to the lattice-strewn lines, and meteorite-like fire demons continued to fall from the sky, exploding sparks on the protective barrier. Mortals retaliated with flame-spitting ranged weapons, and one demon after another had their heads shattered and their chests torn, and they fell like mowing grass in front of the line.

Occasionally, giant steel puppets and powerful mortals leap over the lines and leap into the hordes of demons, sweeping them away like fallen leaves, pale gold, dark gold, burgundy, lavender, and green glowing.

The faint sight of fire giants and stone giants in the distance, coupled with the dark red and cold chaotic background of the battlefield, makes the text caption at the bottom of the image not surprising.

This is the battle in the abyss of purgatory, this is the battlefield of bloody battles. But unlike the previous bloody battles, this time mortals participated, fighting the demons head-on, and the fight was shocking.

No wonder everyone present, including Rhomco, was fascinated. Although the battle in the video is very different from the main plane, and there seems to be a regression in the magic technology, as a transcendent person who understands both the magic technology and the impact of the purgatory, you can see at a glance that this is a real battlefield record, not a repertoire that has been processed with mirage technology.

Even Sylvie, who was supposed to remind everyone, saw the image in the empress's line of sight, and there was no sound for a while.

After a long while, Rimako reacted first, kneeling down in horror and shouting, "Your Majesty!"

The others came back to their senses and knelt down.

The Empress ignored them, still staring at the image until a dazzling pale golden glow lit up in the background, and the demon's onslaught on the defensive line slowed down, then she blinked and returned to her place.

Sylvie asked first, "What is this!?"

Rimako's head was lowered: "This is the battlefield record of the Hell Plane Army, it is said that it happened three days ago, and now the joint communication network, as well as the Book of Trade Winds, have been circulated on the Internet. ”

"This must have been done by Li Qi, packaging the little battle like this, I don't know how many hands and feet he moved!"

The officers present were all under the control of Sylvie, and she said sharply, "You are not allowed to pass down again!

Rhimak opened his mouth, but only spat out a "yes", and like the other officers, he pressed the confusion and restlessness back into his stomach.

Yes, restlessness.

Mortals go down to the abyss of purgatory, fight demons and devils, and still have the upper hand, such glory is enough to enjoy for a lifetime!

Pity......

Rimako slapped away a distraction from his heart, which was disrespectful.

Besides, the Empress will definitely give them such a chance, and they will definitely not stay in the hellish place of Brad all the time and kill those aliens. Because of Sylvie's brutal policies, those who originally only oscillated between humans and aliens, and finally resolutely chose not to be aliens.

The empress sighed faintly at this time, and her tone was a little bitter: "I seem to be lagging behind again, but I didn't expect this to be the case below." ”