Chapter 28: Wavering Faith (5)
In an instant, Jeremy vanished from the spot and appeared beside Gray. It was as fast as teleportation. Neither Gray nor Vivien reacted in the slightest.
Jeremy slashed at Gray with a sword.
The white wings flew in front of his eyes, and Gray only felt his body jerk backwards, slamming into the balcony railing and flying out.
Vivien wanted to attack. However, before she could make a move, Jeremy turned sideways and stretched out his palm, and she had already ejected herself from the balcony on the other side.
The whole balcony collapsed.
The almost unprepared black cat, along with the debris of the balcony, drew a parabola in the air.
This is a completely incomparable force, and the rest of the Angel Legion has not yet participated in the battle, and the battle is no longer in suspense.
Gray was thrown far to the east of Salted Fish Harbor and slammed into the bell tower of the church in the distance.
The entire bell tower was broken at the waist.
With a roar, Gray's body swirled to the ground, pulling a long trail on the ground. The armor on his chest had left a terrifying scar, and the ribs inside could be clearly seen.
Vivien was thrown to the west of Salted Fish Harbor, crashing several houses and eventually being buried under the rubble.
The black cat followed a large cloud of debris to the roof next to it, and landed on its face.
"I'll just say...... I can't carry the first round......" got up and staggered two steps, it fell to the ground with a "click" and fainted.
In the rolling dust, people fled in all directions.
The lichs were all frozen, like stone sculptures. Only the soul fire in the eye socket was burning.
Flapping his wings, Jeremi, already enraged, rushed in the direction where Gray was.
Gray stuck his sword in the ground, braced himself, and struggled to his feet.
The members of the Knights of the Silver Moon had quickly gathered behind him.
Gray hurriedly raised a hand high: "All stand downββ!"
"Paladin-sama!"
"Get out of here! Their target is just me, don't get involved. Even if you get involved, you can't help. It doesn't make any sense!" Gray held his head high.
The dwarves retreated in obedience, but the Silvermoon Knights rode forward.
Tenedas had already made small strides to Gray.
"Lord Paladin. Karl rode up to Gray and whispered, "Even if you don't fight, you are destroyed, and we will not survive." Please allow the first detachment of the Knights of the Silver Moon to die a glorious death here. β
Gray stared blankly at Carl.
"Please allow the first detachment of the Silvermoon Knights to die a glorious death here!" the Silvermoon Knights shouted.
Jeremy had already landed, standing at the end of the street, thirty meters away from Gray, staring at Gray coldly.
Looking at Jelemy, Gray replied softly, "Okay." β
Karl drew the sword at his waist and shouted, "Knights of the Silver Moon Detachment!"
All of a sudden, all the Silver Moon Knights got on their horses and quickly set up a layered, charging formation.
"In the name of justice!" Charge ββ! as Karl pointed at him, a hundred horsemen of the Knights of the Silver Moon swarmed up and rushed towards Jeremy along the narrow streets.
"Does it work? I hate you most of this senseless behavior. Jeremy's eyes widened, his sword hand moving slightly, and he took a step and walked slowly in Gray's direction.
Gray bowed, sword in hand, and watched silently. is still desperately adjusting the magic of his own disorder.
The next moment, just as Karl, who was rushing to the front, was about to swing his sword at Jeremi, Jeremy instantly swung a sword, splitting him in half with his men and horses.
The Knights of the Silver Moon swarmed past Jeremy like a tidal wave, but Jeremy remained as motionless as a reef, still moving in Gray's direction.
In the blink of an eye, there were already more than a dozen Silver Moon Knights on the ground, including Carl.
"You don't stand for justice, thank you. Please do not abuse the name of justice. Jeremy snorted, "You're just a bunch of evil creatures, doomed to die here. β
"What we are guarding is our own justice, the justice of all living beings, not the justice of your heaven! We will die here, but the world will remember us!" Gray, who had already adjusted, rode onto Tenedas and shouted loudly: "Knights of the Silver Moon, long live!"
"Silvermoon Knight, Array!" another Silvermoon Knight quickly took Carl's place. The eighty Knights of the Silver Moon regrouped behind Jeremi.
"In the name of justice!" another charge ββ! launched, still like a tide hitting a reef. Gray also charged from the other side.
Jelami's sword was still lightning fast.
In the billowing sand, Gray was repulsed, and the Knights of the Silver Moon were cut off one by one.
The tide receded, but Jeremy remained unmoved.
Wounded and distraught, Vivien staggered to a rooftop and watched from afar. I unconsciously remembered what Gray once said: "The lich is not afraid of death, and the knight is not afraid of sacrifice." And I, both. β
The Knights of the Silver Moon gathered again, and Gray struggled to his feet and got back on his horse. Although their numbers were dwindling and the number of people falling was increasing, they continued to charge.
This is an unbelievable scene.
The angel became the murderer, and the demon was watching. A group of undead are fighting, guarding the justice of mankind at all costs.
They claim to be one of the most evil creatures in the world, but at this moment, they are fighting in the most desperate environment with the strongest faith.
Everyone present watched quietly, silently shedding tears.
"No one will remember you. Ten years from now, no one in the world will remember you. Your traces will be completely erased. Only the winner can decide the direction of the world, and the loser will only become a speck of dust. Your efforts won't be meaningful!" Jeremy roared, still moving forward.
"Even at the last moment, we are still a righteous knight! That's the meaning!" Gray mounted his horse again and raised his sword in the air, "Knights of the Silver Moonββ!!"
The horses' hooves were raised, and the sand and dust were flying.
Ebold clenched the hilt of the long sword at his waist, trembling slightly. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see or listen.
The other angels turned their faces away.
Irene covered her lips.
The whole world watched silently, and no one came to the rescue.
The fire of the souls in the lich's eyes was burning, perhaps in anger.
Morka muttered to the side, "Uh...... If this continues, it will really end tragically. You'd better figure it out for yourselves, I think you can intervene. β
With a bang, Abbot caught Jelemy's sword that slashed at Gray. Yes, Abd.
With a flip, Jeremy took a step back, his six wings stretched, and the rampaging Silvermoon Knights were bounced away, along with Gray and Ebond.
For a moment, everyone watching the battle from afar was stunned.
"What are you going to do?" Jerami exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, but I don't agree with the Holy Spirit's approach. I also have justice in my heart. Living for my own righteousness, that's what I'm here for! That's what it's all about me to be an angel!" Abbed held his sword in front of Gray, who was already covered in injuries and couldn't even stand up.
"Abbold ......"
Turning his face sideways, Elbald smiled at Gray, "Angels can't lose to the Lich in this matter of justice. β
"Thank you. Gray whispered.
"You don't need to thank me, I just do what I want to do. Justice should not continue to sink like this. Ebald looked at Jeremi.
Jeremy was stunned, and he hurriedly looked at his angel legion.
Fortunately, Abbot was the only one who defected.
"You can't help him, you're not strong enough!" Jermy growled.
"It's not important, is it?" replied with a smile, "If you can't even stick to the process of justice, how can you talk about the result of justice? β
Jeremy was stunned.
......
Quantitative change is causing qualitative change. With the defection of Epad, more soldiers began to gather around Benedict II on the periphery, and the armies of various countries began to get out of control.
Levi was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "What are you waiting for? Attack! Attack me! Everyone who is on the side of the lich should be damned!"
However, not many people listened to him.
The vast majority of the army chose to wait and see, some soldiers had already abandoned their weapons and left, and some had simply defected. He was actually able to mobilize even as much as Benedict II.
"Julian, I need your strength. β
"But our power is normally not available to mortals. β
"Do you want to watch the situation continue to deteriorate? Now only one complete victory can save the situation!"
Julian was silent.
After a while, he replied softly, "Okay." As you wish. β
Four rays of holy light descended from the sky and shone on the four paladins.
Mounted on his horse, Levi and the other three paladins rushed towards Benedict II's army, followed by an army still willing to obey his command.
The armies of the two sides collided with each other, and the men flipped on their backs. The sound of fighting, screaming, earth-shattering.
......
On the hill in the distance, an old man with a black cloak and a face wrapped quietly looked at the battlefield.
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"Knights of the Silver Moon prepare!" Gray climbed onto his horse again and shouted "Chargeββ!"
There were only a dozen Silver Moon Knights left, however, this time they were also charged with Ebold and Vivien.
The narrow streets were already filled with the bodies of the Silver Moon Knights.
Jeremy swung his sword after sword, and the blade of the sword was indestructible. Just like a god of war, no one can stop him. Even Abbot and Vivien.
On the battlefield outside the city, four paladins rode back and forth under the light of the holy light, and no one could stop them.
Gray's side seems to have lost on both battlefields at the same time. However, no matter how bad the situation is, there are always people who fight for themselves, there are always people who stubbornly rush to their opponents, shouting, roaring, even if everything is in vain, they remain steadfast.
"I'm sorry, I can't help itββ!" The mallet picked up the axe, followed by a large group of dwarves. And then there's Camilla.
Even Irene joined the warband with her own men: "I'm sorry, I won't allow you to break the oath between us!"
More and more people are joining the fray, and the scene in the small street is chaotic, and Jeremy is dizzying. Even civilians stood on rooftops and threw stones at Jeremi.
"Resist the ββ!ββ!" Benedict II cried in the wind, and more and more soldiers gathered around him.
"I'm not for justice, but I'm for humanity! We don't want to be their puppets!" Arthur joined Benedict II with his army.
"Doesn't the angel who turned against him become a fallen angel show that there can be two understandings of the sacred?Blame the devil?When we are fools?" was followed by the Duke of Bert, and the kings of the other southern countries.
Armies from all over the world sided with Benedict II.
"Kill these four traitors!"
The four paladins were still invincible, however, there were more and more soldiers fighting them, so many that it seemed that they could never be killed.
"What are you waiting for, help yet!" cried Jeremi.
The Angel Legion reluctantly joined the fray, facing a group of civilians who weren't even soldiers.
Inside and outside the city, the killing was turned upside down, and everyone who could fight took up arms, even those who could not fight, picked up stones.
The wind blows softly and the sun shines on the earth. On this cloudy morning, there was a light of faith shining in the world.
This is the first time in the 10,000-year history since the beginning of the Quaternary Age that humanity is fighting for its own destiny. Although the human race at this time has long lost the powerful power of the Third Age and has been deceived for tens of thousands of years, they are unruly in their bones, just like their ancestors.
No matter how much time has passed, they are still the race that has caused headaches for the entire continent.
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"What a beautiful scene. Morka couldn't help clapping his hands: "What the demon has always wanted to do but didn't do, was actually done by a lich. And in the name of justice. He should be crowned, what is his name, the Lich King, but alas, he is going to die. It can only be a tragic ending. β
The lichs standing next to each other glanced at each other.
......
Abbot was entangled by four angels and couldn't get out, and Vivien was already seriously injured and unconscious.
Gray, who was already missing an arm, missing half a shoulder, and had broken an unknown number of ribs, struggled to get up again, and roared and rushed towards Jeremi.
Jeremia swept it away, sending Gray flying straight away, slamming into a wall.
The entire wall had collapsed, and Gray was most buried, leaving only one skull still exposed. The soul fire flickered and was about to be extinguished. Trembling slightly, he was still intermittently saying, "You can destroy me, but you can't defeat me...... It is also impossible to deny ...... Justice ......"
Jeremy walked up to Gray step by step, raised the sword in his hand and aimed it at Gray's skull, gasped heavily, and whispered, "It's over, you don't have a soul box, so, it's all over." Whatever your righteousness is, you simply don't have the power to defend it, so it doesn't exist at all. β
"Maybe he has the ability?" a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of Gray and Jeremi.
"Who?" Jeremy was stunned and quickly looked around.
The wind rose, the wind was strong, the wind was strong, and the whole world was flying sand and rocks.
The magic is gathering in a frenzy.
The sky that had been clear suddenly became cloudy, converging into a huge vortex, and lightning rolled among the clouds like a dragon.
Amid the roar, both warring sides stopped their movements and looked up blankly.
"Readers. The voice replied softly.
Gray's body was dragged out of thin air from the rubble, pulled up, and flew off into the distance, landing next to a man in black standing on the roof.
Lifting the hood, Brutus reveals his bare skull.
"If I'm not mistaken, the correct name for me in your heavenly records would be - Trembling, Brutus. β
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