When the king of the Holy Clan charged at the demon tide, the light of the only palace in the Gobi Desert was robbed.

A pair of white wings flap lightly behind Angel, causing her to foil in mid-air above the palace.

The scorching sunlight that pierced the skin of ordinary people shone on Angel's body, turning her blonde hair into a pale gold and blazing white color.

The blonde hair still shines brightly, no different from the past, but above the blonde hair, the tiara encrusted with gems and pearls has been replaced by a heavy stone crown.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Angel bears the weight of the Lord's Crown, but she can't bear the pain of parting.

When she saw His Majesty Wen Yan, Archbishop Kaka, General Ronaldo, and many other familiar clans gathered on the walls of the outer city, Angel's fingers and toes were uncontrollably pressed together, competing with each other.

The shoddy walls were only a symbolic symbol of the city's territory, which could only stop the fleeing Mongolian refugees, but not the demonic tide that swept over the living beings.

Therefore, if you want to defend the empire, you can't wait for the demon tide on the city wall, but you must launch a counter-charge towards the demon tide, and intercept the demon tide monsters outside the city walls with your minions, swords, and body.

From the outer city wall to the expected battle, only a few dozen kilometers, the distance that a short-range cannonball can hit, is called the expedition of the Empire, because the expedition will be far away, never to return.

Angel didn't know if the tears in her eye sockets were secreted by the lacrimal glands or by emotion, she only knew that humans would call this sadness crocodile tears, and she only knew that she couldn't shed tears, even if none of the eyes were looking at her.

From the moment she put on the stone crown, she was the emperor of the Holy Clan, the king of the Holy Clan, and she could only be as tough and domineering as His Majesty, and would never let the mark of the weak climb on her cheeks.

Legend has it that Tai Anai was a famous sword cast by Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang, the two originators of sword casting, during the Warring States Period.

Legend has it that the Jin State held an unjust war to seize this sword, attacking the Chu State, and the capital of the Chu State spent three years under siege by the army, and the grain and grass in the city were exhausted, and the danger was like exhaustion. In the face of the ultimatum of the Jin State, the King of Chu would rather die than give in, and was determined to go to the city in person, holding Tai'a, and killing the enemy with all the soldiers of the Chu State. The dawn of the next day, seeing the soldiers and horses of the Jin State covering the sky and the sun, and the capital of the Chu State is like a lonely boat in the vast sea, the king of Chu holds Tai'a in his hand, draws his sword out of the sheath, but sees the sword qi of Haoran, flying sand and stones, and then the three armies are broken, the soldiers are confused, the blood is thousands of miles, the beast Ou Zhan, the river is folded, and the head of Jin Zheng is white.

Legend has it that the sword of Tai'a Nai's mighty way, the surface edge has nothing to do with power, and the inner power is the real power, and it is precisely because the king of Chu is still mighty and unyielding in adversity that he can stimulate the sword spirit of Tai'a and subdue the three armies.

How similar is this Chinese legend to the situation of the empire and the Holy Clan today?

Perhaps, when this patriarch of the Yuanjiang faction asked His Majesty to give him a name, His Majesty had already foreseen this day.

But in order to save the fate of the Holy Clan, His Majesty did not fight against his own fate.

In this case, since His Majesty held Tai'a when he set out on the expedition, then he must be a qualified king now in power!

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"Soldiers, follow me to meet the enemy!"

The sound of the command resounded inside and outside the city wall, swirling in the ears of the subjects of the empire, and the holy clan standing on the city wall had not yet moved, and Wen Yan's figure had disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already a kilometer away.

A pillar of sand rising three feet high rose from the ground, which was the gravel stirred up by Wen Yan after stepping on the sand.

In the next moment, the shock wave faintly visible to the naked eye was transmitted in the air, and the pressure, density, and temperature of the air at the city wall could increase sharply from a distance of thousands of meters, but this time the shock wave surface (sound cone) formed when Wen Yan entered the supersonic flight state was beyond the hearing range of the human ear, and due to the weather, there was no water vapor condensation cloud when the sound barrier was broken, so only the Holy Clan knew that their king was rushing towards the magic tide composed of countless monsters at a speed far beyond the speed of sound.

Without much hesitation, the saints on the city wall threw off their disguises that were no different from normal humans, showed their original form, and in their fastest way, they flew or jumped, sprinted or escaped, following the path that Wen Yan had stepped on, and rushed to the battlefield.

The sight of the assault of the entire Holy Clan's army made each participant deeply feel a trembling feeling that had never been felt before in their hearts, and this feeling called blood boiling by humans drove them to keep moving forward, and they couldn't immediately vent it on their enemies. However, for a period of time before bringing death or embracing it, they can only act as spectators.

At the front of the charging queue, Wen Yan held the Tai'a giant sword, taking the lead with one horse and one riding as a thousand.

The monster of the Demon Tide who first met with Wen Yan was the outermost layer of the Demon Tide, that is, the weakest creature, Wen Yan only needed to raise his arm lightly, and the Tai'a Giant Sword could rely on this terrifying speed to chop the first wave that hit it into powder.

The sword light is dazzling, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, Wen Yan's single shadow only faces the demon tide, but it has played a hundred times the enemy's crushing situation, where the sword blade is pointing, the demon tide is divided into two, and those who dare to test the sword will die and die.

One wave after another was easily shattered, so that the spectators had the illusion that the demon tide was actually very weak, but this was an illusion after all, when the vanguard of the Holy Clan killed Wen Yan's side, they happened to witness the death of the first High Saint Clan since the start of the war.

Tai'a can be transformed into a sword, but it doesn't mean that he will become a dead thing after his transformation, Wen Yan Every time he wields the giant sword, he is consuming Tai'a's vitality, and Tai'a's strength can only last for half a moment.

Half a moment later, when Wen Yan swung his sword again, a wave of qi split the giant spider group in front of him, and then the Tai'a giant sword fell off like a popsicle melting in the hot summer.

The detached musculature piled up on the ground like blood-red wet mud, and when only half of the sword spine remained, the flesh and blood on the ground condensed into a silhouette, and Tai'a's face was faintly revealed in the center of the outline.

Wen Yan let go of his five fingers and threw the remaining sword spine into the flesh and blood at his feet, and after retracting the sword spine, Tai'a's body had a support, and he was finally able to regain his human form and stand upright with difficulty, but at this time, Tai'a had lost all his combat power, even a newly transformed nascent saint clan could fight with him.

"Have you figured out what to say in the last sentence?" Wen Yan stood on the rock surrounded by monsters, looking at Tai'a indifferently, patiently waiting for him to leave his last words, ignoring the surrounding monsters as if they were nothing.

"Minister, please give your majesty death." Tai'a fell to her knees again, leaning over and resting her forehead against Wen Yan's feet.

Wen Yan raised her legs, thought about it, and put it down again, she slowly bent her knees, put her five fingers together, and imprinted her palm on the back of Tai'a's head, and with a slight shock, the holy core in Tai'a's brain was shattered.