In the world of Glyas, mercenaries are often seen as a rabble, and for good reason. They seem to be strong in martial arts, brave and ruthless, but they have no military discipline and are scattered.

There have been several mercenary alliances in history, but they have been dispersed by the armies of various kingdoms, which is why the officials of the major kingdoms have always paid little attention to the threat of mercenaries.

The characteristics of mercenaries determine that they are not good at fighting in large regiments, but they are less than 1,000 people, especially in 100-person battles. The mercenaries' high martial arts and endless skillful cooperation are enough to make any regular army scratch their heads.

Augustin is now facing such a dilemma, he can't beat it, he really can't beat it. Not only did his own officers fail to defeat the ghost bats, but he himself had narrowly escaped several times under the sawtooth knife of the bloody eye.

There was a strange cold on the blood-eyed serrated knife, and every time the swords struck, the cold air spread along the knight's sword to the veteran's body, and a layer of frost formed on his hand holding the sword, and his body gradually stiffened.

Although Augustin was a long-established warrior, he was no longer young, and in the second half of his life, he focused more on the training and command of the army than on the honing of martial arts.

He infused his knight's sword with fighting energy, hoping to destroy his opponent's weapons as he did when he was younger. But chopping on the serrated knife is like a mud cow into the sea, and it can't set off a wave. On the contrary, every time the cold snap that counterattacks comes, it will cause serious damage to his body.

The old general was struggling to support, and his subordinates were not. One of the ghost bats, dressed like a wild boar, waved his mutated and swollen arms without an inch of armor, slashed left and right, and after swinging away the formation of officers, he stamped on the ground to start a war trampling. A strong wave of air erupted violently, and the three officers were blown away in an instant, lying on the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Instead, Cynthia became the tactical fulcrum, and powerful mages worked hard to support the battlefield. On her side, she has to smash mercenaries with fireballs and thunderbolts, buff allies who are not strong, and constantly milk the wounded, just like a dead AD's support.

The mercenaries' spellcaster power is relatively weak, and the Ghost Bat Regiment is completely unequipped. It's not that the mercenaries don't have the money to support their mages - in addition to money, mages need a quiet library, a well-fed life, and attractive female or male assistants.

Sorry to bother, but this one really doesn't.

But Cynthia doesn't have infinite blue, and the battle line is already in jeopardy. At this time, the people with the severed head axes and stinky boots at the back door and side door heard the movement and had already hurried to reinforce the ghost bats. The pressure on the crowd increased suddenly.

Cynthia kept turning her head and looked at Hao Yun with a pleading look.

Xiaobai couldn't help it, and reached into the bag to take the lightsaber, and Hao Yun raised his hand to stop her.

"It's all said, just leave the battle to me."

"Cut, if you don't move yet, I thought you wanted to grind foreign workers!" Xiaobai was a little dissatisfied and pouted, "You see that Sister Cynthia is almost exhausted, do you have any sympathy!" ”

Hah, who of the two of us has no sympathy.

"I'm just a little upset with the old man's words." Hao Yun was mainly unhappy with Augustine's aristocratic bloodline theory, "Xiaobai, we Celestial Empire people are not like foreigners like them, and those bloodline theories will never have a market in us." You see, we have not been emphasizing the concept of equality since ancient times. Why, because the Celestial Empire is born equal. Ever since Chen Sheng and Wu Guang shouted that famous slogan, everyone knows that the Yellow Emperor takes turns to come to my house today. But these aristocratic guys just can't figure it out. When a commoner puts a crown on his head, not only the nobles will not agree, but the church will not agree, and even the commoners will not agree. Even our neighbors, the emperor, are all eternal. In short, I don't like his remarks, it's better than a fist, why should I pretend to be a beep......."

Hao Yun spoke at length there, and Xiaobai was so angry by him that his eyes were full of stars.

"You talk a lot!" Xiaobai was anxious, "You don't go up to me!" ”

"Then I'll get on it." Hao Yun saw that the old general would not be able to hold it anymore immediately, and he was about to make a move.

However, he was not worried about Xiaobai, so he turned around and pressed Xiaobai's shoulder and instructed, "Do you know if you hide behind the door, don't get hurt." Back off, back back, yes, obediently standing inside the door. ”

Xiaobai--b

"Alright, boy, go brave and fight!" Xiaobai also accepted his fate, "The Force is with you!" ”

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~~~~Sai Isaiah!!

Bloodeye had just cornered Augustine and was about to cut off the head of his old enemy when he heard a roar of rage.

Immediately afterwards, the distorted tone of the electric guitar frantically swept out the righteous and awe-inspiring junior pure five chords.

A resolute-eyed teenager came running to the beat of the drum. Knock knock! Knock knock! The drumbeat of the traditional march is a little old-fashioned and can be accelerated to Alleg

o's allegro perfectly shows the vitality and enthusiasm of the teenager.

Both sides of the war were stunned, not knowing where this strange music came from, and what kind of identity this sudden killer was.

Augustine and Bloodeye stopped together, and the two of them suddenly jumped away from each other.

A huge and simple bronze box fell from the sky and smashed into the center of the battle between the two just now. Before anyone could react, the song full of fighting spirit resounded through Semirga.

~~~~~dakishimeta koko

o

o kosumo

(Embrace the small universe of the heart)

The smashed bronze box slowly opened, and a metal flying horse slowly floated out of it.

- Is it the legendary puppet?

No, the metal Pegasus shattered in the horror of everyone, turning into the same armor parts and flying to the boy's body. Syllable! Leg armor! Syllable! Skirt armor! Syllable! Cuirass! Syllable! Hand Armor! Syllable! Helmet! The parts are perfectly combined to the teenager's body, and there are cool sound and lighting effects.

~~~~atsuku moyase kiseki wo okose

(Blazing Burning Summons Miracles)

Hao Yun, who was wearing holy clothes, spread his hands up and down, and swung two punches back and forth. As he warmed up, a vast starry sky appeared behind him. Twelve of the stars shine brightly, forming an illusion of a Pegasus behind him.

"Pegasus Hao Yun, join the war!"

~~~~kizutsuita mama ja i

ai to

(You can't just get hurt)

~~~~chikai atta ha

uka

a gi

ga

(Distant Milky Way, who swore to each other)

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The wild boar man shouted angrily and bullied himself. He just can't get used to seeing this kind of bright and blind little brother, and he usually hammers their faces when he catches one.

Hao Yun didn't dodge or dodge, his fists were close to his waist, his body slowly floated, and suddenly there was an explosion. The powerful shock wave was accompanied by thunder and lightning, which caused the ground to explode ten meters around it, sending the rubble into the air and turning into powder in the aftermath of the air wave. And the wild boar in it, his body is visibly fragmented to the naked eye, and he can't die anymore.

~~~~pegasasu fa

taji- sou sa yume dake wa

(Pegasus' fantasy, yes, only dreams)

~~~~da

emo mo ubae

ai koko

o

o tsubasa daka

a

(No one can take it away because it is the wings of the heart)

! Monsters!

The mercenaries of the Ghost Bat Regiment stopped doing it, and everyone walked the rivers and lakes with eyes. The wild boar is also one of the best masters in several regiments, and it's gone, it's still a fart!

Run!

The mercenaries dispersed, only to find that Bloody Eyes had run across the street.

The boss deserves to be the boss!

~~~~sei

to seiya shou

e

wa mi

a

(Teenagers are)

Hao Yun's unyielding gaze stared at the bloody eye, he didn't intend to let go of this grandson. Unexpectedly insulting to Athena, destruction is your only ending! (You're also quite into the play...... ）

Hao Yun burned his own small universe, and a faint golden light appeared around him. Yes! Such a pure little universe! He, he actually comprehended the seventh sense of the small universe.

Seventh Sense! Gee!

~~~~sei

to seiya ashita

o yuusha oh yeah

(Warriors of Tomorrow)

Pegasus Meteor Fist !!

Hao Yun flew out with a punch, and his body followed the strength of the fist, like a heavenly horse crossing the sky. Tens of thousands of meteors burst out of his fists, and the rain of meteors swept over the fleeing mercenaries along the way.

As long as these unlucky guys hit the punch, their entire bodies will float uncontrollably into the air, allowing the meteor to hit them up and down, left, left and right. Bang Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang! Following the rhythm, the fists reached the flesh, and the body erupted in the air with bursts of blood mist, with a cruel rhythm.

~~~~sei

to seiya pegasasu

o you

i

(Just like Pegasus)

Seeing this earth-shattering punch coming at him, Bloody Eyes seemed to be slow and fast, and knew that he couldn't dodge. He poured his fighting qi and turned around and stabbed, wanting to rely on the strength of the sawtooth knife itself and the blessing of the cold qi to resist this blow.

~~~~sei

to seiya ima koso habatake

(Spread your wings now)

He is too naïve, the seventh sense of the small universe, that is the combat power of the Golden Saint Seiya. His serrated broadsword, two inches thick of steel, was like straw paper in a rainstorm, and it turned into scum in a few strokes. Then his armor, his flesh, along with his broadsword, turned into scum, and was sent to the stars by the final punch turned into a meteor.

At the end of the battle, Hao Yun exhausted his strength and half-knelt on the ground and kicked his breath. And the small universe, the holy clothes, as the music disappears, they all dissipate into points of light. Augustin and the other officers looked at Hao Yun dumbfounded.

Can bards still play like this?

Boss, what's your talent, I really want to learn, can't I change jobs now?

Xiaobai held back her laughter so hard, she knew that if she knelt down with laughter again, Hao Yun would definitely slap her later. She ran over, helped Hao Yun up like a little daughter-in-law, and patted the dust on his body.