The Lunaris Crown is a scout unit in the Khorasan Legion, composed entirely of Catwomen who are haunted and ghostly.

Just as the vigilante's voice fell, they saw a catwoman appear five meters in front of them, and then flashed.

Although it was only for a moment, Catwoman glanced over with a pair of yellow eyes, and her vertical pupils were full of indifference and murderous intent.

The security guards shivered together, and a few timid ones turned around and ran.

The bear-man warriors of Bolobia rode through the Arctic Frost Bears like a torrent of steel flooding the Long Street, bringing with it an endless winter of death!

"Kill the murderer!"

"Kill those who plunder people's property!"

"Declare the violent to kill!"

"Adulterer ~ adulterer kills!"

"Take advantage of the fire to rob and gather a crowd to make trouble!"

"Kill those who believe in evil gods!"

"Condone the rebels to kill!"

The bears roared, loudly announcing the 'Seven Kills Order', and everywhere they went, they would bombard every thug and rebel they encountered.

They marched towards the shaman temple to protect the life of the high priest.

On another street leading to the Doge's Palace, the Stormcalamity Rangers are rushing forward, and unlike their elven brethren who love elegance and flamboyance, their fighting style is even more violent and explosive, like a tornado, tearing apart a single force of resistance in its path.

Elves worship nature and hate metal instruments, so they rarely wear forged heavy armor, all of which are light leather armor, but the Storm Clan is an exception, they are all dressed in armor, but because of the wind magic array engraved on it, it is lighter than leather armor.

The Storm Elves are the best at riding and shooting, perhaps because the mount under the crotch is the Shadow Snow Leopard, and they are born to have a heart for them. So even if it is a fledgling elf, you can control the ride with both legs and shoot a salvo with both hands with a double bow.

"Direction five, shoot!"

The centurion of the fifth team shouted, and her men immediately took their bows and arrows, and then aimed at the enemy's position. This is followed by a uniform loose string.

Airplanes!

Arrows were scattered, but none of them missed, and all of them were nailed to the necks of the rioters, killing them instantly.

There were no screams and wails, no struggles and no escapes, because it was all a one-hit kill.

These rangers were so confident that when they shot their bows and arrows, they stopped looking at the results and replenishing their swords, and ran straight past. Only corpses with broken necks were left behind.

The Storm Elves are heavily armed marksmen who wield a magic bow with a range of up to 3,000 yards, and use an armor-piercing blast arrow enchanted with Crescent Moon Slash.

Each of these armor-piercing arrows costs thousands of gold coins, and they are also extremely lethal to those who hammer meat, but they usually use T-shaped hammerhead arrows, and the arrows are sharp enough to cut through heavy armor. If it is shot directly on the human body, it will all end up with broken limbs.

A huge vulture flew through the sky. There is an elven scout on it, scouting the battlefield, and after finding the target, he immediately waves the glow stick in his hand and sends out a flag.

"First team, azimuth sixteen. Height nineteen, projectile!"

Hundreds of people grew up and shouted.

In the Wind Calamity, the farther the troop is, the more elite the soldiers, after hearing the orders of the commander. They all pricked up their ears, and at the same time they bent their bows and arrows, and then threw them in their directions.

Airplanes!

With the sound of the bowstring, the arrow leaped over the five-metre-high wall and landed in the courtyards on both sides of the street, nailing precisely to the thugs who were committing adultery.

"What's going on?"

The thugs didn't see the enemy who launched the attack, and thought it was a stray arrow, but after kneeling for more than half a moment, even the fools knew that there was a problem, but no matter where they fled, they would be hit by arrows and crucified on the spot.

The storm elves ran across the long street, and all of them were quiet, and as long as the villains who committed the crime did not escape.

"It's worthy of the Faction Corps!"

Di Lanxue, who was riding a Greenland snow lion and rushed to the front, glanced back and couldn't help but admire.

The so-called faction corps is an elite corps that has entered the abyss battlefield, fought to the death with the evil god army, and won at least ten times the number of its own elite legions.

These faction legions, you can hang the camp battle flag with the world tree as the background, embroidered with the head of the elf queen, as well as the sword and scepter, which represents great glory, any legion must offer the greatest respect when they see it, if they attack them, it means that they are enemies with the camp legions of the whole continent, so the camp legions do not need to be loyal to a certain force, even if they rashly enter the territory of a certain country, they will not be sentenced!

"It's an elf!"

Hundreds of orc cavalry appeared on the other side of the long street, and when they saw this group of storm elves with beautiful faces and graceful postures, their eyes immediately lit up, if they were sold, how much would it be worth?

"Catching the ...... alive"

Before the commander of the thousand people finished shouting, a T-shaped arrow was nailed to his neck, and the force was so great that it directly tore the muscles, broke the cervical vertebrae, and made his head fall back, like carrying a straw hat on his back.

The orcs were stunned, and before they could recover from it, the first wave of arrow rain had arrived, and hundreds of headless corpses appeared on the street in an instant.

"We are the regular army of the Orc Empire, you can't shoot us!"

One of the centurions was frightened, and while pulling the reins and kicking the horse's belly so that it turned and fled, he shouted and longed for his life.

The storm elves were unmoved, only the bowstrings trembled.

Within a few breaths, hundreds of horsemen were slaughtered, and the Rangers rode their horses past, neither excited nor cheering, for shooting these orc soldiers was as easy as sweeping the dust off their trouser legs.

"Governor, His Highness Dilanxue has arrived!"

One of the guards hurried into the study and reported to the governor.

"What, hurry, go and greet!"

The Governor got up, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw a sharp blade piercing his heart.

"You...... Peeling ......"

The Governor's face was full of horror, only the Skinners could avoid their own perception and carry out a sneak attack, otherwise a trace of killing intent would overflow, and he would be aware of it.

The skinners didn't talk any nonsense, and their entire body melted into a liquid state, seeping into his body along the Governor's wounds.

In front of the Doge's Palace. When the guards saw Di Lanxue's group of uninvited guests, they immediately rushed up with weapons.

"Stop, who are you?"

Whoa!

It was the elven's arrow that answered them, and this time instead of killing, it shot off their right leg.

Di Lanxue rode up without pause. Draw your sword.

Swish!

A golden blade shot out and slammed into the gates of the Doge's Palace, shattering it to pieces.

"Your Highness Dilanxue, what do you mean by this, do you look down on us orcs?"

The Governor hurried out with a group of guards and questioned Lion.

"Hurry, huh?"

Dilan's snow-blue eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes were like lightning, shooting out a golden beam of light. Swept the Governor.

The Governor sensed that his soul was about to be seen through, and was about to force his composure and reprimand the Lion Queen, but the other party drew his sword.

Shout!

The long sword came out of its sheath, like a giant dragon roaring, or like a phoenix groaning, and the entire space began to vibrate, and even cracks appeared. A raging plane turbulence poured in, tearing at the Governor's body.

"It's seen through!"

The skinners disguised as the Governor tried to escape. Unfortunately, it was too late, and a golden blade fell from the sky, splitting it in two.

The guards were startled, but because of the identity of the lion queen, they didn't dare to attack.

"It's a subordinate of the evil god!"

Di Lanxue frowned, and suddenly swung her sword in the direction of ten o'clock.

"She killed the Governor. Avenge your Lordship...... Ahh

As soon as an orc servant finished shouting, his limbs were cut off and he was thrown to the spot with a stick.

This is a fallen orc loyal to an evil god, and his mission is to defeat the Skinwalkers. destroyed the corpse and blamed Di Lanxue, but before the words fell, he became a prisoner.

"Keep the body, the governor is dead, and now the military and political power of Uzhumuqin is under my control, you guys, notify me and let the ministries suppress the riot!"

"Inform the whole city that anyone must go home and wait, and if they step on the street without permission, they will be killed!"

"Inform the armies outside the city that it is forbidden to leave the camp without an order!"

"Those who have made meritorious contributions to suppressing the rebellion, reward the rank of thousand-commander, supervise each other, and those who slack off will be deprived of their military positions at the least, and they will be hanged to show the public!"

Di Lanxue issued military orders in an orderly manner, which made a group of storm elves and orc guards look at it with emotion, worthy of being the empress of the Twilight Empire, she is young and can already control a qiē!

"Yes!"

The orcs took the order, they were not stupid, they knew that Di Lanxue's order could make Uzhumuqin safe as soon as possible, and the loss would be minimized, so even if she was human, they would do it.

"Let's go, go to the temple!"

Dilan Xue shook the reins, and the snow lion ran wildly, and then trampled on the air, as if walking on the ground, and ran towards the temple, although it had no wings, but it was a flying mount.

"Guillotine!"

Bang!

The trapezoidal guillotine descended and decapitated one of the Shattered Star Marshals, and the other, who had just broken free from the shackles of darkness, was blasted by the dark gaze, and the flesh was opened, and it was drowned by Downton's domineering punch.

"Damn, what the hell?"

Although the sky was covered with dust, obscuring his vision, Marshal Shatterstar could sense a terrifying aura approaching, and as a result, after blocking Downton's Titan Demon Suppression, he didn't pay attention to the soul harvest.

A ghost appeared, floating behind Marshal Shatterstar, scythe slashing in fury.

Swish!

Marshal Shattered Star, who is qualified to command a team of thousands of hammers, was beheaded and died on the spot.

Downton gasped and turned his head to see Ctesiphon's longsword piercing the heart of another Marshal of Shattered Star.

When the last Shattered Star saw this scene, he didn't dare to fight and teleported away, but when his body reappeared, his head tilted to the side, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his neck.

After a few more paces, Shatterstar died.

Downton stared to the right, and sure enough, a dark figure emerged.

"This is the legendary Spiegel to stop water?

The voice of the black shadow is delicate and warm, sweet like a kitten's slippery tongue licking its earlobe.

"She's Esmerida, the chief of the Cat-People Clan, and the leader of the Crown of the Moon Shadow!" Tessifon explained quickly, fearing that he would be injured by mistake, "How's the battle going?"

"The situation is gradually under control, and His Highness Dilan Xue is heading towards the temple!"

Esmerida saluted Ctesiphon. (To be continued......)

ps: Tomorrow we will start working hard to restore fù double change!R1292