Just as Flammy's army was at war with the royal army defending the city.

"Lord Itamar, we've managed to infiltrate the main city." Moen and his twenty elite took advantage of Moen's ability to hide their bodies and infiltrated the main city in the chaos.

"Be sure to disguise yourself as a soldier of Lord Kimparo, and I'll leave it to you." Itama's voice rang out from the teleporter.

"Understood!" With that, Moen withdrew the artifact and gestured to the soldiers to begin their disguises.

In a few moments, Morn and his twenty soldiers used magic weapons to forge their armor in the shape of Kamparo's army.

With all preparations in place, Moen began to figure out how to cause a riot without directly causing civilian deaths. After all, if you directly attack civilians to cause riots, if you are exposed at that time, it will bring unnecessary trouble to Fitia.

"Knight, let's set fire, while causing a riot, the civilians will have plenty of time to escape, so that whether they are dead or alive in the end is none of our business." A soldier approached and suggested to Moen.

"That's a good idea, so let's do it." Moen nodded, agreeing to the offer.

But before that, he had one more important thing to do. Moen pulled out the green hedron that Ittama had given him and poured his energy into itamer.

After a while, the outer crystals of the hedron began to fall off, gradually shaping from an irregular shape to the shape of a token. And this token is the token that Kimparo will give to his subordinates when they go out to operate. The token is also very clearly engraved with the noble emblem of Kimparo.

Ever since Fitia appeared to join forces with Kimparo, she had been looking for an opportunity to confirm the style of Kimparo's token. Eventually, she got her wish and recorded the pattern of the token in its entirety in a small scroll, giving it to her most trusted Itama, who asked her to copy a few fake tokens into the replica crystal in case she needed it.

And this is when counterfeit tokens come in handy.

"Everything is ready, set fire!" After the hedron had completely turned into a forged token, Moen nodded in satisfaction and relayed the instructions to the soldiers.

Twenty soldiers gathered the netherworld power in their palms at the same time. Normally, the Netherworld cannot use the power of the natural elements, so they can only use their Netherworld power to continuously gather, causing the temperature of the energy gathering point to rise, and eventually causing the energy to burn into flames.

After a few minutes, the flames were complete, and the soldiers quickly dispersed, throwing the flames at any building in their field of vision, and then returning to Moen's side.

The flames fueled by energy could spread in an instant, and in a few moments, more than a dozen houses around it were on fire. The cries and cries for help of the owner of the burning house woke up the nearby residents, and for a while, the fire scene became noisy and even chaotic. The firelight illuminates the entire neighborhood.

Moen looked at the small commotion that had been caused, confirmed that the mission was complete, and tossed the forged token aside in his hand, pretending that he had accidentally lost it during the evacuation.

"Mission accomplished, let's get back ......" Moen was only halfway through his words, and the expression on his face instantly froze.

The soldiers wondered why their chief knight had stopped talking, so they nudged them with their hands. Moen's body collapsed, and his head detached from his body.

Moen's armor was protected by a layer of hard metal even around his neck, but by this time, the armor had been cut open.

The death of the chief knight caused the surrounding soldiers to panic, and they drew their weapons one after another, forming a circle, their faces facing outward, and they were vigilant.

But only a few seconds later, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and the soldiers immediately lost consciousness when they saw a black shadow flashing red in front of their eyes in the darkness.

The shadows dissipated, and the twenty soldiers brought by Moen died in the same way as Moen, all of them were beheaded in an instant, and they didn't even have a chance to resist.

"It's hard work......" Rusha's figure appeared, looking at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, without a trace of expression on her face, and said a few words lightly.

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"It's a fire!"

"Where have the soldiers gone!?"

"Someone is here to put out the fire!"

The firelight on the other side of the main city had already been faintly heard near the city gates.

When Serban heard this faint voice, he couldn't help but be startled, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the place where the fire was shining. But this move exposed his flaws and gave Flami an excellent opportunity.

And when fighting against opponents of equal strength to themselves, this is a big taboo.

"Don't look around when you're fighting!" Flammy picked up his mace and slammed it into Serban's abdomen.

Serban's attention was drawn back to him by a roar from Flammy, but he didn't react for a moment, and was slammed on the abdomen, knocked back a few meters away. Wearing a cloth warden's suit, Serban didn't have the means to harden himself like Flammy. Coupled with the fact that Flammy has the ability to penetrate the exterior and directly attack the inside of the object, after receiving this blow, the situation of Selban is not very good.

As he slowly got to his feet, Selban raised his head, and Flammy's mace was thrown in front of his eyes. Flammy didn't miss the chance to pursue, and the moment Selban stood up, he rushed in front of him and smashed his opponent in the face.

Before he could gain his footing, he was sent to the side, and Flammy continued in pursuit, but the third attack was barely blocked by the recovering Thrban's armed arms.

"Uh......" Thurma fell to the ground, staggered to his feet, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "It seems that the old man is indeed old."

Part of it is indeed lamenting age, but more of it is self-blame for being distracted.

Selban's strength is indeed at the top of the Netherworld, but Flammy is not much weaker than him, and even Flammy has some restraint in Selban's attack pattern in terms of ability. On the side whose abilities are restrained, the battle will become difficult.

"However, the decay is not yet to the point of getting old!" Thirban moved his arm, breathed a sigh of relief, and attacked Flamie again.

A powerful and intimidating punch, with the internal strength of Cerban's punch, struck Flammy's hardened arms.

"Broken!" Thirban let out a low roar, and the air around him quickly gathered into his fist from a sharp contraction of energy.

Flami couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the increasingly dazzling red light on Serban's fist armor, but Serban's fist was against his arm that was protecting his chest, and he couldn't escape.

With a burst of energy, Serban sent Flammy flying several meters away with a punch, sending Flammy slammed into a wall.

"Ahem!" Flammy was almost knocked out of breath by a punch from Serban, and his arms trembled. Feeling the sharp pain coming from his arm, Flami clearly realized that although Serban's punch was barely taken by him, his arms were shattered because he couldn't withstand the impact.

However, Flammy heard the footsteps of the soldiers behind him. Flammy's army had killed all the soldiers defending the city and was heading in their direction.

"You've been wounded a lot, I've got a thousand soldiers here, can you stop us?" Flami sneered and stood up, moving his arm in pain, picking up the mace that had fallen to the ground.

"Even so, old decay can't let you pass!" Selban could already vaguely feel the pain in the spot where he had been hit starting to get stronger, and there was a slight problem with his movements.

In addition, the extremely powerful blow that Serban had just delivered undoubtedly accelerated the deterioration of the injuries in his body.

Flammy's mace is covered with a strange aura, and when attacked by this mace, he will not suffer much external damage, but the inside of the hit part will cause immeasurable damage.

"My soldiers, attack!" Flami noticed the troops that had arrived at him, and he waved his hand slowly, giving orders to his soldiers.

After fighting against the defenders, Flammy's army still had about 1,200 soldiers left, and in the face of the already wounded Selban, no matter how strong Selban's strength was, it would be difficult for him to stop the more than 1,000 soldiers. What's more, the fire in the distance is still going on, and Selban has some time to take care of it.

But in the face of the enemy who has rushed in front of him, Serban can only face it. Using the Nether Power in his body seemed to exacerbate Thurban's injuries, and he was able to use his sheer fighting skills to knock down countless foes with punch after punch.

However, Serban soon fell into a passive situation with more than one enemy, and in the face of the frantic rushing soldiers, Serban only relied on his fists, and it was difficult to resist. After only knocking out more than a hundred soldiers, he began to feel a little weak, and the strength of his punches also weakened.

"Don't kill him, or we'll have a hard time giving an account to the civilians, and the prestige of the Governor of Serban is very high." Flammy couldn't help but smile wickedly as he looked at Serban's embarrassed appearance.

Dozens of more soldiers were knocked down, and Thirban could no longer hold it out, and his movement stalled slightly, and he was pierced in the shoulder by a spear.

From the first hit, Serban knew he had failed, and he tried to make a desperate last stand, but was crushed to the ground by the soldiers who pounced on him.

(Your Highness, I'm sorry for not being able to fulfill your request.) ）

Serban's consciousness began to blur inexplicably, and the growing pain and fatigue that suddenly spread throughout his body made him slowly close his eyes. But the moment he closed his eyes completely, he seemed to see a black shadow in the sky that shimmered red and watched him......

"Lord Flammy, Lord Steward has fainted." A soldier reports to Flamie about Selban.

Flammy limped up to Serban, snorted disdainfully, and ordered the soldier to take him away.

"You're here at a good time." Flami heard some movement, turned around, looked at Sully's army standing neatly in front of him, and looked at the leader of the company, Si Lian En.

"As you and Lord Sully planned, we'll defend you on the periphery after you've captured the main city, won't we?" Si Lian smiled. His gaze was entirely focused on Cerban......