It flashed several times in succession, returned to the air a few hundred meters away, and continued to fly upward.

Minger was in no mood to pay attention to the cunning unicorn who had abandoned his master, for the tossed knight was like a heavy piece of iron, and with great momentum it smashed through the wall of guards and came to him, nearly injuring him.

The knight's body was covered with scars from the guards, and bright red blood trickled from the cracks in the armor, and the muzzle and nose of the mask were crimson.

The knight fell to the ground, rolled a few times and then remained motionless, seemingly dead.

Although a bit of an accident, the ending did not change, and Mingge calmly enjoyed the heartfelt praise and reverence of the steppe warriors.

He stood in front of the knight, even if he fell to the ground, the huge size of the god of war brought him a full sense of oppression.

Minger was suddenly a little curious, he really wanted to see with his own eyes, what this young knight who had caused him endless trouble looked like, and it was his honor to die in his own hands.

So, he dissuaded the guards and leaned down to take off Philip's helmet.

A beautiful long white and golden hair was exposed, and then there were flying eyebrows and a heroic nose like an unsheathed sword, the thickness of the lips was even, and the chin like a knife and axe outlined a tough temperament.

Even according to the aesthetics of the steppe people, this is a handsome young man.

However, such a young hero died here today, becoming another sacrifice to prove his great strength.

It's a pity that I didn't see his eyes, they should be very bright and bright.

But the next moment, Minger suddenly found that his wish had been granted, and the young man on the ground actually opened his eyes, and his deep eyes were filled with a faint mist, and the mysterious blue was like an ethereal starry sky, which made people fall into it at a glance and couldn't extricate themselves.

The light that flows between the eyebrows illuminates the entire space, dazzling and thrilling.

An exclamation sounded in Minger's ears, he realized that the young man in front of him was not dead, and subconsciously released three psychic punctures in a row, and then he heard a thump on his neck, and the whole world went dark.

Philip rolled over and grabbed Minger's tiny neck with one hand, holding it in his arms.

Hold it tightly, as if holding a child.

He shook his dizzy head, endured the painful groans of the spirit core, and used Mingge's corpse as his shield to force the surrounding steppe people away.

He knew that Mingge had become a worthless piece of stinky meat, but the prairie people around him didn't know.

Or rather, they dare not be so suspicious, because their faith does not allow them to have such blasphemous thoughts at all.

Tens of thousands of grassland people were still surging just now, singing praises of virtue, but at this moment, it was as if their throats had been cut off and fell into a strange silence.

Everyone looked at them stupidly and stupidly, as if he was a lamb to the slaughter, being held in the arms of the young knight with long white and blond hair, his eyes were closed and he was unconscious.

The god Rondo is above, what the hell is going on?

The next moment, the silence was broken by a cacophony of roars, weeping, and blank inquiries, trying to prove that what they were seeing was nothing more than an illusion.

But no one dared to approach the young knight, and could only watch him stand with his back to a rock with his back to Ming'er's thin body.

At this moment, everyone remembered the tall and handsome figure.

Philip had indeed fainted before, and after smelling that familiar smell, he knew what kind of test he was about to face.

Therefore, he only had time to shrink the spirit membrane on the blue spirit core to the limit, and stopped before the green spirit core, and was hit by the green light arrow.

The green light arrow hit the light blue spirit membrane, and there seemed to be sparks flying, and the entire blue spirit core trembled.

However, under the blockage of the diamond-like hard spirit membrane, only one percent of the green light arrows finally entered the interior and stabbed the blue spirit core.

The blue core creaked and groaned, as if it were about to shatter, just like that evening eighteen years ago.

But fortunately, it eventually withstood it.

Only Philip knew that although the surface of the spirit core still looked extremely smooth, if you looked closely under the microscope, you would find that there were countless extremely small cracks arranged horizontally and vertically, which made the blue spirit core run significantly slower.

While this subtle scar is healing, the process is slow.

Mingge's innate ability can be said to be not powerful, the total amount of his own spirit core is more than 8, and with the blessing of his innate ability, a shock wave of pure energy can be formed, if he accidentally hits it, even if it is similar to the size of his spirit core, he will suffer a big loss, not to mention that with the blessing of consuming a Horcrux, this effect is magnified by nearly a hundred times.

Because of this, Mingge was confident enough to kill with a single blow, and in his concept, there was no human existence in this world that could withstand this blow except for the true gods.

Because of this, he was able to evolve his original spiritual ability into a variety of substantial attack abilities after crossing the fourth-level awakened moat, and became the great Xun of the southern grassland, with a high position.

Because of this, the Horcrux, a special magic weapon for Da Xun, will exert such an anti-heaven power in his hands, allowing him to win the final victory in the cruel and fierce competition of the high-level Axun.

That's why he boldly took off Philip's helmet and got a closer look at what the knight really looked like.

In a sense, excluding a series of restricted activation conditions, he is fully capable of calling his name across the entire continent and becoming a vassal that no strong person can ignore.

Unfortunately, perhaps it was providence in the dark, that when he took this crucial step, before the whole continent sang about his greatness, he met Philip, his destined nemesis.

No one knows if there is another person on this planet who has the same dual-core as Philip and has a spiritual membrane.

Even if it is only a single core, Philip will not be able to please today, and will inevitably fall into a long-term coma due to the violent vibration of the natal spirit core.

But he is the one who is destined, his blue spirit core has reached a limit, if it is described as a gem level, it is perfect and unusually hard.

Although the blue spirit core was inevitably damaged, which made him dizzy for a while, he actually came to his senses at the critical moment and completed the counter-kill in one fell swoop.

Philip did pass out at the time, and after the arrow, he sensed something was wrong, and saw Minger retreat to the human wall and brew a second attack.

So he simply controlled Arthur to crash directly into the human wall, and released the rope on his body at the last moment to prevent Arthur from being injured by the knives and guns on the wall because he didn't have time to dodge.

Even he overestimated himself, and before he could say a word in Arthur's ear, he fainted under the violent impact.

The broadsword thrown at the last moment unfortunately only killed a few guards on the human wall, but did not hurt Mingge in the slightest.

His own body had also been pierced by several deep wounds from legendary-level knives and spears, and it was indeed a serious injury, and the strong wall just kept him from being injured to the core.

He was able to wake up in time, and thanks to Minger, if it weren't for his curiosity and determination, but for letting the guards come with a few knives, maybe Philip would be seriously injured and dying by now, if not dead.

But Ming's conceit hurt himself and fulfilled Philip, and the moment he took off his helmet, he woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the face that was close at hand.

The three psychic punctures at the last moment, under the weakening of the spirit membrane, did not cause any damage to Philip at all, and this level of fluctuation was not even tickling.

In this way, a generation of heroes Mingge fell dramatically in the hands of a second-level Ward Awakened person who was less than 18 years old.

Philip sat on the big rock, looking at the tens of thousands of dazed steppe people around him, and gasped.

He wasn't in a good state, his internal organs were in severe pain, and his eyes were black for a while due to severe blood loss and concussion.

He looked at the empty sky, and secretly cursed Arthur, a pit, that he really threw himself here, this guy who has no righteousness, deserves to be beaten for the rest of his life.

He fought hard and hugged the corpse tightly, and in this way he was eerily stalemate with the steppe people around him, as if he had been forgotten alone in a corner of the world.

The defensive battle on the Southern Front of the Empire was only a corner, or rather a small microcosm, in the whole campaign.

For the Empire, the battle on the Eastern Front was even more crucial, as the defensive line here was longer and stronger, and there were more steppe people who came to attack.

According to incomplete statistics, so far the steppe people have invested more than 22 million troops on the Eastern Front, and if it were not for the constraints of battlefield conditions, this number would be even more, far from the end in sight.

This is also the reason why the steppe people are in a hurry to open up the southern passage.

Among them, there are more than 1,200 10,000 troops who have been killed or wounded and cancelled, more than half of the total strength.

It also includes more than 40 integrated Axun regiments.

It can be said that the main force blocking the steppe people's westward advance was not Hongyue Pass, but the eastern front.

In the month-long defensive battle, the descendants of the three major military cities suffered as much as sixty percent of the battle losses, and those still fighting on the city walls are all mixed legions composed of each title division as the skeleton and the second-level divisions and regiments that come from one after another as branches and leaves.

Among the original eleven title divisions, so far there is not even a full squadron to be found, which can no longer be described as a broken muscle.

Even there are more than one or two examples of the whole regiment and the whole team being damaged in battle, and some soldiers can't find their own wing after returning to the unit after recovering from their wounds, so they can only grab the arms of everyone who passes by at the division headquarters and ask where their wing is and who saw the people of our wing.

The only answer to him was silence.