"It's your glory to die under my dark flames!" Chrisma muttered to herself, scattering a few fuchsia fireworks that fell on Tulayan's corpse, burning violently and silently, flesh withering, and a choking smell in the air.

At this time, Chrisma's gaze was level ahead, and the blood axe swung forward, and said in a deep voice: "Flat!"

With that, he snapped his fingers.

The black horse hissed, squeezed away the heavy knight, and quickly ran to Chrisma, who straddled it, the black horse's body sank, and its four hooves sank into the mud, only to see a few fiery breaths from its nostrils, pull out its hooves from the mud, and run wildly, and in a dozen steps it overtook the speeding heavy knight and charged towards Lancelot.

In an instant, the sound of hooves was like thunder, dark clouds pressed down, the day was shrouded in an iron curtain, and the never-ending darkness swept in, slamming into the last pillar of the empire......

Standing in the camp of the empire, the pressure was like an abyss, and many soldiers' hands and feet even began to tremble, not to mention that they could resist hard, it would be good to be able to hold their weapons steady and straighten their bodies.

Charlie secretly sighed to himself, the scene of the torture and killing of the first warrior of the empire, Tulayang, was too shocking, the power of the gods was unstoppable, almost broke the psychological defense line of the imperial army, and the morale fell to the bottom, if it weren't for Chrisma's refusal to accept prisoners of war, this group of people would have wanted to give up resistance.

A hero is needed at this critical moment!But who can stand up to a son of a god who has tortured and killed Tulayan, Lord of the Dawn?!

"Charlie, I heard you're a great magician?" Lancelot's tone was a little hurried.

Charlie didn't know why, and subconsciously responded.

Lancelot took out a scroll from his arms, looked at him deeply, and said, "This is an eighth-order scroll, the inheritance of the Lancelot family, find a way to release it." ”

Before he had time to elaborate on its characteristics, Lancelot resolutely took the weapon from his subordinates, and with a sharp whip, the white horse neighed, and swooped forward, killing his own camp.

At the same time, the Prince of Wales tore off his cloak and revealed his military uniform, carrying a heavy axe and turning into a galloping lion and heading straight for the center of the battlefield.

There is no doubt that this was the decisive battle of the country! It was also the last battle that the empire could organize! And now, this battle has reached a critical moment to determine the winner and loser!

Lancelot and Wales were the last barrier of the Empire, and once Chrismar broke this barrier, the strongest royal power that had ruled the Waglan continent for more than a hundred years would collapse, and the famous thousand-year-old royal family would be history.

At this point, all the eyes of those who did not participate in the battle were focused on the center of the battlefield, waiting for the results to be revealed, and the knights who were fighting fiercely also divided their attention to the center of the battlefield, because that was where the battle ended.

At this time, no one questioned the cruel reality of fighting more and less, not entangled in chivalry, and there are no rules at the juncture of life and death, and there are no rules, only the cruel reality of life and death.

Unlike others, Charlie was studying the scroll in his hand.

At first glance, the scroll is heavy, but the leather material has such a weight that it gives the feeling of being embedded in a metal block, and this amount alone makes people feel its strangeness, it is warm to the touch, much higher than the current temperature, the leather is thin, but extremely tough, and the fingernails pull at the edge of the scroll, leaving no trace on it.

It is certain that its leather is beyond the scope of Charlie's cognition, and the chip and the devil are separated from the brain at high speed, consulting a large number of magic books, analyzing and coming to the most likely conclusion: it is very likely to be a dragon skin, or even a soft skin under the neck of a red dragon, which belongs to the top magic materials, and it is a waste to make a scroll with it, and it also reflects the extraordinaryness of this scroll from another side.

Immediately, Charlie asked some questions: Are there such terrible creatures in Wagland, do they still exist, and where would they be if they were?

As a result, the chip involuntarily began to search the geography of the Wagland continent, analyzing the possible areas where these dragon creatures might exist. Soon, Charlie realizes that now is not the time to study these issues, and he banishes these distractions.

Then, Charlie switched to the magical perspective, and in that vision, Charlie was like holding a blazing star, which contained terrifying energy, which made people shudder, however, what was even more surprising was that such a manic energy was locked in the scroll, balanced and stable, without the slightest leakage, proving that the energy locked in it should not be underestimated.

When Charlie begins to study the scroll he just gotten, a collision occurs in the center of the battlefield.

In a few breaths, the black and white horses were the first to meet in the center of the battlefield.

Lancelot couldn't help but let out a roar. Boom!

The two heavy weapons collided together, and under the full charge, there was no room for skillful operation, only a contest of strength, and any hesitation and hesitation could cause disastrous consequences.

The blood axe slammed into Lancelot's two-handed greatsword, and it grazed Lancelot's body, and the great force was transferred to Lancelot's mount, the white horse, which staggered and almost broke the horse's hooves.

In just one turn, Lancelot showed defeat, which made everyone on the Imperial side hang.

Chrisma smirked and raised his blood axe high, his three-hit combo ready to be unleashed, a trifecta that even Tulayan couldn't resist.

"Chrisma, eat me with a hammer!" A loud lion's roar came from far and near, and you didn't need to turn your head to tell that there was someone in front of you, menacing, and the blood lion Wales had arrived on the battlefield, grabbing Chrisma's attention at the most critical moment in Lancelot.

"Well done, old man!" laughed Lancelot, who was able to get out of danger with Welsh helping him withstand Chrisma's combo.

"Two old things are here to send them to death!" Chrisma snorted lightly, clenched his fist with one hand, and the dark mist was flourishing, and his state returned to the same state again: "It's okay! I'm still worried that you are afraid of death!"

It's this trick again?!It's endless!!

Wales and Lancelot glanced at each other, with the same worry in their eyes, the power of this son of God was too mysterious, it felt endless, and it was completely an unbeatable existence.

Suddenly, a very small voice penetrated into the ears of Lancelot and Wales respectively, and the two of them searched with their peripheral eyes, but they could not find any abnormal traces around them, it was Charlie's voice, and they could all distinguish it.

"Keep fighting, his body protection Smover Flame has been weakened by ninety percent. ”

Hearing this, Lancelot felt even more anxious, and he vaguely pinned his hopes on the ancestral scroll that even the family magus could not unlock, hoping that this eighth-order scroll would work miracles.

In fact, it was a luxury, and handing it over to a level 12 archmage was not reliable in itself, let alone giving him a pitiful amount of time, however, at the moment, he didn't have time to ask Charlie, why didn't he study the scroll, why would he want to get involved in this battle that he couldn't get involved in at all?

"Trust me, he's not invincible! he can no longer use his ability to recover!" Charlie added.

"Despicable reptiles dare to appear on such a sacred occasion!" Suddenly, Chrisma jumped off the black horse and slashed at the left front air, sinking with great force.

A faint trace fluttered outward, and after flashing the blow, people realized that there was an assassin hidden in the center of the battlefield, and he almost hid from everyone's eyes.

"That's him! He killed Lord Firas! He killed at least 40 priests by himself!!" shouted the surviving priests at the edge of the battlefield to inform Chrismar of the news.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked!

No one, including the Imperial Commander, knew how this Divine Officer's Regiment, which could influence the outcome of the war, suddenly collapsed? Even Chief Priest Filas was not spared? Many people thought that the Empire's Assassin Regiment had played a huge role, but they didn't expect it to be the work of one person!

And so, something shocking happened.

Chrismar was furious, putting aside Wales and Lancelot, staring at this faint figure and chasing hard, no wonder Chrisma was so gaffe, in fact, half of the reason for the current situation was related to this assassin, it was because he strangled Firas with his own hands and single-handedly led the destruction of the Priesthood that the whole situation got out of control, and Chrisma could not explain to the Holy See, so he could only choose to fight to the death.

Of course, the root of all this is attributed to the greed of the Church, which covets the territory of the thousand-year-old Empire, the wealth of the Empire, and the faith of the citizens of the Empire.

Soon, under Chrisma's persecution, the Assassin revealed his divinity, and his stealth state would bind his hands and feet, and Charlie exposed his personal strength to the public for the first time, and quite thoroughly.

Level 12 strength, level 11 defense, and his age want to match, but his steps are exquisite, and his body is peculiar, not like the traditional assassin body of the mainland, comparable to the secret skills of top fighters, with level 17 agility, under Chrisma's crazy attack, it is intact, and it seems that it can last for a long time.

Lancelot couldn't help but burst out with a foul mouth: "This kid! How many things are hidden! To be able to intervene in a battle of this magnitude, I knew to send him and Tulayan together!"

This is just a good wish, if it weren't for the fact that Charlie led the Assassin group to destroy the opposing clergy with lightning speed at the beginning, even if Tulayan resisted Chrisma, it would not have helped.

Wales mused: "Charlie is indeed extraordinary, for his age, he can be called a prodigy, I have heard his story.

At that time, the Crimson Emperor led the army against the Devil Corps, and he fought against a big devil with a rough scalp and thick flesh by himself, leaving the opponent helpless.

It's just that I haven't seen the strength of the big devil with my own eyes, and I don't have a very specific concept of this story, but after reading it today, I realized that this little guy can actually resist the dark giant alone, which is really terrifying!"

"Thankfully he's ours!" the two of them smiled at each other and said in unison.

Far away from the battlefield, Her Majesty Aisha put down her delicate lens barrel and patted her chest, rejoicing.

"It's really too strong! it's unbelievably strong!!" Leon, the son of the generalissimo, couldn't help but sigh.

Qianzhu nodded and said, "Yes! Fighting against the Scarlet Arbitration alone is something I can't even think of!"

Leon's face was solemn and he added: "However, Charlie has no ability to fight back, and he can't make mistakes!"

"Yes, if you make a mistake, you will never recover!"

For these two guards, Aisha has a natural sense of closeness, they are the heirs of her right-hand man, and they have some blood ties, so they naturally feel close.

Hearing their discussion, Her Majesty Aisha couldn't help but interject: "Then do you think Charlie will make mistakes?"

Qian Jue replied without hesitation: "I've seen Charlie single-handedly fight the big devil, the same scene, once it goes wrong, it is death!" Charlie was beaten by that big guy for more than an hour, and he didn't let him touch the corner of his clothes. ”

Hearing this, Aisha smiled.

"Damn it!" exclaimed the Empire's vision.