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It was the cold winter, and large snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the hazy sky. The vast land, the high mountains, are all covered by this boundless snow. As far as the eye can see, the whole world is just a blank expanse.

With the sound of hurried horses' hooves. On the snowy horizon, a few small black dots appeared.

It was a group of horsemen galloping wildly. On the periphery are seven black knights. Guarding an old man holding a sick little boy and a beautiful woman dressed in white were guarded in the center.

They had obviously gone through a long journey and fierce battles, not only were several knights covered in scars and armor covered with swords and axes, but even when they sat down on their horses, they were sweating profusely, and their mouths and noses were spraying white mist.

As soon as the group rode their horses out of the horizon, they galloped down the snow-covered slopes.

The horses struggled forward at the urging of the knights. The horse's hooves tossed at high speed, tossing up scattered snowflakes.

Running two or three hundred meters, suddenly, hundreds of arrows rose above the horizon behind them. After a brief flight in the air, these small black dots with sharp arrows and white feathered tails flew down like waterfalls, with a sharp whistling sound of breaking through the air, and rushed straight to the rider galloping in front of them.

Whoosh.

The dull and cold sound, in the vast snow, was like the low song of death.

Despite holding the shield on his arm and dancing his sword impenetrable, the fleeing knight could not stop the rain of arrows from hurting the seated horse.

Only a few neighing horses were heard, and the mounts of the three knights behind the palace were hit by arrows one after another, and they fell to the ground. The huge inertia caused the horse's body to rush out of the snow, blowing up snowflakes and black dirt.

And the knight on the horse did not panic in the slightest. At the moment when the war horse fell to the ground, they jumped up without thinking, rolled in the air, and landed firmly on the ground.

The fleeing knights did not stop, and the three knights who landed did not glance at their companions. They just turned around as they landed, arranged in a zigzag pattern, one in front and two in the back.

The huge shield was slammed into the snow in front of him, and immediately, the three knights shouted in unison, and the long sword cut a snowy semicircle from the top of their heads, sending out an extremely fierce slash.

In the angry shout, three swords broke out of the air.

Boom! I heard a loud bang. In the void in front of the knight, the former bodies of the three tigers composed of five-colored light had just poked out, and they were struck head-on by the sword, turning into thousands of streams and dissipating without a trace.

However, next to this dissipated light, the other three light tigers jumped out of the void completely. Wrapped in wind and snow, they rushed like thunder, crashing headfirst into the shields in front of the three knights.

There was another earth-shattering bang.

The knight who quickly held the shield after the sword slash was lunged at his feet, half-sideways, and used all his strength to resist the fierce impact of the three-headed light tiger.

On the vast snowfield, three huge ring-shaped shockwaves spread rapidly around the three of them. The snow in the circle was swept away by the strong wind, and the snowflakes raised high formed a white whirlwind in the air, rising higher and higher. Finally, under the impetus of the swollen multicolored light in the center, it exploded in all directions.

One meter, ten meters, twenty meters

Under the impact of the rushing multicolored light tiger, the shields of the three knights were already broken in an instant, and the huge impact force not only knocked them back more than twenty meters, but also tore apart the already tattered black armor on their bodies, revealing their bodies as hard as rocks and covered with vertical and horizontal scars.

The roaring light tiger finally turned into a streamer and dissipated in a helpless tiger roar.

When the three knights lowered their unwieldy shields, their armor had turned to ashes, and their faces were bleeding red. Apparently hit hard.

But they stood still as if they were all right, staring at the hillside from which they came, with their eyes wide open.

The sound of hooves was like thunder. A moment later, with the cold light of the flickering spears of the forest, countless cavalry, like a black tide, crossed the horizon and appeared in front of them.

Looking down from the heights, the tide of cavalry on the vast snowfield expanded infinitely to the two wings, and it seemed that there was no end in sight.

However, despite the absolute numerical superiority, when the pursuing cavalry jumped up the hill and looked down at the three knights down the slope, everyone involuntarily pulled the reins of their horses.

For a while, countless war horse people stood up and stopped one after another.

Three black knights, standing silently on the flat ground between two hillsides. In the face of thousands of troops, it is like an iron wall.

Behind them, the woman in white and several other knights in black had already galloped up another hill.

"Herod"

A war horse neighed, and the woman in white grabbed the reins and stopped.

The snow is falling, and the sky and the earth are silent.

In front of me, a large river crosses the road.

It was the harsh winter season when the water was dripping into ice, and the surface of the river had condensed into ice more than three meters thick.

But at the same time that the woman in white arrived at the top of the hill on the shore, the winding cracks suddenly covered the surface of the river. The earth shook, and the ice rose and fell like waves, shattering pieces in pieces. The raging waves below, with a deafening roar, churned out of the chasm. The waves shattered the ice, wrapped in chunks of ice floes, and rushed downstream, unstoppable!

The woman in white looked up and looked into the frenzied wind and snow on the other side.

The howling wind, rolling through the snow, formed a white curtain in the distance. Obscuring the sky. However, a moment later, the raging wind and snow were swept away by an invisible force. An old man in red, whose face he couldn't see clearly, came slowly. The bright red robe is particularly dazzling in the snow-white sky.

The old man walked slowly.

One step, two steps

From the foot of the distant mountain to the river, it is a distance that even if the horse gallops, it will take a whole time to pray.

But he came over so lightly.

Every step is like stepping through the void.

Seven steps and eight steps

After nine steps, the old man was already standing by the rough river.

Then, he waved his hand slightly.

The clouds open, the snow stops, and the wind stops!

The horns of the sky sounded in unison, and the chants of Qingyue accompanied by golden sunlight, passed through the gaps between the thick clouds, sprinkled between the rolling waves of the great rivers, and spread over the snow of the mountains and plains.

Heaven and earth are covered with a halo of holiness.

Time, on the other hand, has frozen

"Bang dang. ”

Seeing that the road ahead was cut off, a black-clothed knight suddenly turned over and dismounted, stuck the long sword in his hand into the ground, held the sword in both hands, and knelt on one leg in front of the woman in white.

Beneath the steel kneeplate, snow splashed.

When he saw the movements of the black-clothed knight, the chasing cavalry formation on the opposite hill suddenly felt a commotion.

The noise of the pursuers did not affect the black knight. He lowered his head and seemed to say something. After him, several other black-clad knights also knelt down in the same position. Even the three knights who initially lost their horses were no exception.

At this moment, whether it was the old man in red waving his hand to drink back from the wind and snow, or the chasing soldiers on the mountain behind him, it seemed that they were not in the eyes of these seven black-clothed knights.

They only looked at the woman in white in front of them quietly.

Dressed in black armor and with their helmets removed, they had the same black hair and devilish black eyes. The red flamshell on their backs and the red flame pattern on their armor made them look like flames burning in the black abyss.

They were not tall compared to the pursuing knights. When they knelt down in a humble posture, their bodies became even smaller in this vast earth.

Still, their backs were straight.

It's like a riding gun on their horseback!

Under everyone's gaze, the woman in white nodded faintly.

Time has froze again.

Suddenly, a resolute murderous aura rose from the black knight's body like a substance, and soared straight into the sky.

A red aura swirled from the ground beneath their feet, faster and faster, and gradually, enveloping their entire body in a cloud of red light.

A moment later, the red light shrank abruptly, turning into a blazing flame that clung to their bodies.

The four black-clad knights turned on their horses, took off their riding spears from the saddles, and turned their horses' heads. The three knights standing at the foot of the mountain also drew their swords from the earth at the same time

"Death Order!"

"Crazy, they're crazy!"

A cry of horror suddenly sounded in the cavalry formation of the pursuers. In the midst of a long neighing, several war horses suddenly lost control, and people stood up uneasily.

After a brief pause, the seven black knights suddenly moved.

Three on foot, four on horseback.

With a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, the walker strode along. Riders rode out of the hills.

The majestic horse seemed to be ignited by the flames attached to the black knight's body, and when it jumped into the air, the horse's eyes and four hooves rose at the same time.

The horses descended the hillside, first in small steps, and then faster and faster.

The mane on the horse's neck fluttered in the wind. The bowl-sized iron hooves tossed and turned, making black hoof prints on the snow, turning up dirt, grass roots, and snow like waves.

The sky, which was already calm, suddenly surged again.

The wind swept the dark clouds as black as lead and rolled away in the sky, the heavy falling snow flew in a chaotic manner and obscured the eyes, and the golden sunlight flickered in the gaps of the flowing clouds. Pillars of light suddenly disappeared, and suddenly fell on the plains and mountains. It's like a towering tree.

Seven black-clothed knights, under this flowing clouds, in this flying snow, among the pillars of sunlight standing in this lonely world, with magnificent flames all over their bodies, roared towards the enemy dozens of times their size, towards the metal wave line like a tide on the hillside

"Farrington, forward!"

When this roar was accompanied by seven black figures, rushing into the boundless enemy formation, the old man in red standing by the rolling river frowned slightly.

The woman in white slowly dismounted and stood across the river from the old man in red. In the snowy wind, her long skirt is flying, like a fairy who is about to fly away from the wind.

She held out her hand. Crystal like jade fingertips, holding a snowflake. Soft snowflakes, when they fall on your fingers, suddenly become hard and sharp. Like a transparent hexagonal blade.

The old man in red shook his head and said, "Don't waste your efforts, you are not my opponent." ”

The woman in white let go of her hand, and let Binghua levitate and spin beside her, holding another snowflake.

"You're too stubborn. ”

The old man in red sighed.

"Why bury yourself here for the sake of a seed of iniquity and a bunch of sinners who have been forsaken by God?"

The soft gaze of the woman in white suddenly froze, raised her head, and said lightly: "The evil seed you are talking about is my son." The sinners you speak of are my husband and his companions. ”

"But the reality is that your husband is dead. Your son is also destined to die. The old man's voice was like the hard ice floating in a great river. Without the slightest emotion.

"Is it because of the marriage contract?" the woman in white looked up at the snowflakes.

"Yes and no. The old man's gaze looked past the woman in white and behind her.

In the distance, the seven black-clothed knights were already like seven sharp knives, stabbing into the chasing cavalry formation. Enemies in their path were either stabbed in a bloody hole by their spears or skulled in half by their swords.

Blood splattered in the air. The neighing of the horses, the clash of swords and the screams of the wounded are intertwined into a chilling symphony.

Seven black lines, rolling up blood-colored waves, spread towards the depth of the riding array.

Looking at the frowning brows of the old man in red, a smile appeared on the corner of the woman in white's mouth.

"Ten knights and twenty non-commissioned officers broke through the siege seven times, killing more than four hundred of you. It seems that the Knights of the Holy See will be able to bully unarmed civilians as well. ”

The old man in red was silent and did not answer.

This kind of fighting has no meaning to him. Besides, he understands better than anyone what a group of these black knights are. Being able to push the woman in white and her guards to a desperate situation with the sacrifice of four hundred people was already a remarkable achievement in itself.

It doesn't matter how the process is, it's the result that matters!

The old man's gaze retracted and fell on the face of the sickly little boy beside the woman. Snowflakes condensed between the fingers of the woman in white. Then it swirled and floated beside her. It's like a white elf.

In the midst of thousands of falling snowflakes, the little boy who was destined to die because of a marriage contract was watching him in silence.

A beautiful boy with black hair and black eyes, innocent and simple, but his eyes are full of banter.

The eyes of the old man in red gradually narrowed.

After a moment, his eyes froze, and his face turned iron blue in an instant.

The woman in white laughed. When that beautiful smile like a flower blooms overshadows the whole world. The figures of the old knight and the little boy beside him suddenly lit up with a cloud of white light. And when the white light dissipated, the old man and the boy disappeared without a trace.

"God-level illusion magic axis!" the old man's voice squeezed out of his clenched teeth almost word by word.

"I didn't expect that you would use yourself as bait to let that evil seed escape. The old man's face was blue from extreme shame and anger, "Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it. The smile on the face of the woman in white was calm and gentle. Snowflakes, gathering more and more around her, swirled and floated one by one, reflecting a colorful light.

"A child who has been poisoned by the [Poisonous Dragon's Saliva Poison], his meridians are completely destroyed, and he can't even cultivate his fighting spirit," the old man in red clenched his fists and snorted coldly, "Don't say that he can't escape from our palms, even if he has a life to grow up, what's the use?"

"That's not for sure!" The woman in white raised her head, her blue eyes were clear and bewitching: "Don't forget, in this world, there are still some powers that cannot be erased by God!"

"Kill!"

In the distance, a black-clad knight roared, plunging his rifle into the chest of his enemy. When the blood splattered from the tip of the spear, the sharp axe of the enemy next to him had already cut into his arm!

However, the black knight's arm was not broken.

The moment the sword and axe were added, the flames attached to his armor seemed to come to life at once, devouring all the flesh and blood on his arm while mending the broken arm bones. When his entire right arm turned into a white bone, the riding spear in his hand was still firm and powerful, and it did not move at all.

"Damn heretic!" the old man in red, who was attracted by the battle, looked colder and colder.

Black knight, advance through the crowd.

Their arms, thighs, calves, chests, and skulls were reduced to bones one by one with the addition of knives and axes. The speed of the advance also slowed down with the constant influx of enemies around it.

Time passes minute by minute.

The roars and swords clashing in the wind and snow grew lower and lower.

When the flame-like flaming majesty of the seven black knights finally disappeared into the endless waves of enemies. The woman in white finished the condensation of the last snowflake.

The sound of the battle is completely gone.

On the hill behind him, apart from the wails of the wounded, the neighing of the horses, and the lingering gasps of the survivors, there was only a silence like a tomb.

The woman in white's gaze moved away from a piece of fiery red fragments that drifted in the wind in the sky, swept over the frightened pursuers, and finally landed on the face of the old man in red on the other side of the river.

"You can rejoice in victory. She said softly. Raising his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the heavy snow, and he saw the gate of heaven from the melodious chant, "But don't forget to keep it a secret, once today's one thing is leaked, you will all be tormented by Farrington's endless revenge for the years to come." ”

The old man in red blushed and did not answer. On the distant mountain, the chasing knights were covered in blood and their eyes were terrified.

Even if those black knights are regarded as hereticals, everyone has to admit that these knights with black hair and black eyes are a nightmare for anyone who is against them.

Each and every one of them is a freak born of the devil!

"Finally, I'll give you a prophecy. The woman in white stretched lazily.

The pupils of the old man in red contracted suddenly.

In the field of vision, a ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, like the holy light of heaven, enveloping the white clothes fluttering in the wind on the mountain. Thousands of snowflakes around the woman rose into the air and swirled, blooming like the petals of a white rose.

One petal, one petal

When these petals bloomed to the extreme with the woman's lazy waist, they suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, making a sharp and piercing sound of breaking the air, and suddenly shot back!

A crimson rose, in the withered snowflakes, blooms silently!

Even the old man who was as cold as the old man in red couldn't help but close his eyes at this moment. The eyelids trembled violently.

Blood Curse!

It turned out to be a blood curse!

This chilling word rolled in his mind. He couldn't believe that there was a woman in this world who was so cruel to him!

When his eyes opened again. On the other side of the river, the snow-white hills were only red.

In the distant sky, the melodious chant of the Sky City of the Gods has come to an end, and the gate of heaven is slowly closing. In mid-air, a drop of blood, with a gust of fragrant wind, drips down the rolling river, merges into the waves, and disappears.

"Fifteen years later, the kingdom of heaven is ruined"

Only the soft voice of the woman in white echoed in the ears, in this white vast world

The stars are moving, and time flies.

In the blink of an eye, fourteen years have passed.

The tragedy that happened by the long river of frost seems to have gradually been forgotten, and the repeated turmoil caused by the tragedy is like the wind and snow in the winter of that year, no matter how violent, the clouds and fog finally disappear without a trace.

Only some of these stories have gradually become the lyrics of the bards, and the after-dinner conversations of the common people.

It's just that in the hearts of a very small number of people in this world, the figures of the woman in white and those knights in black who are like immortals are not only lingering because of the existence of a blood curse, but also becoming clearer.

318 years of redemption.

Among the mountains of the southern part of the Saint-Solan Empire.

Da-da-da-da. With a cold and calm sound, several horses' hooves sounded. A long red and white flag slowly poked out of the mountain.

The flag was torn by the wind, and the hunt sounded. Like a dragon, twisting, struggling, constantly trying to break away from the control of the flagpole, but it was pulled back again and again. Shake straight in the wind.

As the flag rose higher and higher, the figure of a red knight appeared at the top of the mountain.

He was dressed in silver armor and wore a silver helmet. All you could see was a pair of cold eyes in the T-shaped slit of the helmet mask.

The war horse, which struggled upward, stopped on the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain.

The wind swept over the mountain, whistling the black cloak that stretched from the horse's back to the horse's hips, the horse's blanket edge, and the red and white flag on the flagpole in his hand.

It was just before dawn, and the sun was still hidden behind the mountains.

In the sky, a red demon moon loomed in the flying clouds. The mountains on the earth are undulating and the forests are like waves. The leaves swayed in the howling wind, making a rattling sound, and one after another rolled from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and then turned over the mountain and surged away into the distance, like the frenzy of the sea.

But the man and the horse on the top of the mountain did not move. Looking up, it looks like a stone sculpture in the morning light.

With the arrival of the knight, several larks that had been sleeping soundly in the white clouds fluttered their wings away from the clouds and flew into the distance amid their screams. From the perspective of these cloud elves who are extremely sensitive to danger, hundreds of silver-armored knights and thousands of servants are like the same metal dragon, silently moving through the winding mountain paths and canyons.

And behind this group of knights, a goblin village that had existed in this mountain range for hundreds of years had been reduced to ashes in the flames. The village was littered with the dwarf, filthy corpses of goblins, and the green blood pooled into a river, bubbling and emitting a strong smell of blood.

The lark flew high with all his might, and then, with the help of the wind in the air, half-folded its wings, and shot into the distance like lightning.

The top of the mountain where the knight was located was getting farther and farther away.

When the peak of a high snow-capped mountain swept under the wings of this group of larks, the terrain began to drop dramatically. Dense forests, grassy hills, pastures with herds of cattle and sheep, large fields of wheat and muddy roads full of ruts quickly retreated.

Farther away, the sea, a town by the sea that was gradually bustling with activity in the early morning sun, and a castle built of huge stones on the edge of the town, already appeared in front of you.

The people there were defenseless

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