Roy walked alone with one horse and one horse.

Out of the Lulian Gobi, he sped north along the Redstone Mountains, and by the time Scarlett caught up with the Southern Cross Knights, he had already entered the northwest corner of the province of Saxony.

The reason why he left the brigade and rushed to the north first, in addition to worrying about the situation in the north, Roy also needed to deal with two things before arriving in Bandez.

One is to go to the city of Kohler in the province of Valen.

There, Eretia left him a mysterious gift.

When leaving Lulian, Eretia repeatedly told Roy to go to Kohler City, which made Roy realize that this thing must be important, and it was not just a "gift".

The second thing is related to the Southern Cross Knights' outfit plan.

After all, no matter how powerful a Warcraft is, it is just a Warcraft after all. A truly powerful order of knights would never pin their hopes of victory on these war pets whose IQ is far lower than that of humans.

Only when you are strong is you really strong.

Therefore, in addition to entrusting the knights to the old knights for training, Roy kept all the two hundred first-level Heavenly Transformation Demon Costumes and forty-eight second-level Heavenly Transformation Demon Costumes in the Space Ring before leaving.

He had already started to make these armors in a desperate situation, and he had only completed them by the end of the bandit suppression in Twilight Sand. Used up all the magic gold armor materials Tracy helped find.

And now, he needs to find more materials.

"Damn," Leng Jin once glared at him when he accepted the Heavenly Transformation Demon Costume and asked, "Demon Beast, Heavenly Transformation Demon Costume...... What kind of monster are you going to turn this order into?"

Roy just smiled and didn't answer.

In this world, except for Mr. Austin and a few machine spirits, no one knows about the responsibilities he carries. Therefore, no one knows his thirst for the power in his hands.

The war has already begun.

When in the future, the overwhelming demons will sweep the entire Salvation Continent, and when the mystery of the final battlefield is revealed, perhaps, this army is the last hope of mankind.

If it really is a monster, Roy doesn't mind feeding it in the craziest way possible.

Because he knows that only in this way can he stand up in front of the person he wants to protect one day in the future, and let the last flame of mankind continue to burn.

Otherwise, it would be a bone-chilling eternal night.

This is not alarmist, in fact, when Roy left the Lulian Gobi, what he saw along the way was already a scene of the coming of the end times.

A few small towns on the northern edge of the Gobi have been transformed into huge camps as more and more refugees arrive.

Numerous low, damp shacks spread out in all directions around the town, with no end in sight.

It was full of ragged, yellow-skinned refugees, who gathered here, looking for a chance to cross the Gobi and enter Lulian.

But most people can't afford it.

A ticket for an ox carriage to cross the Gobi with a caravan is already as high as sixty gold lulangs. This is completely astronomical for ordinary civilians.

On weekdays, such a sum of money is enough for them to live without worrying about food and clothing for many years.

And even after paying such a high price, all they got was a seat on a tattered bullock cart.

Along the way, they had to huddle in cramped carriages with more than 30 people, endure the scorching sun, the bumps, the foul air, and hunger and thirst.

They had to pray that there would be no problems with the ox carts, that they would not encounter bandits, that they would not get sick......

And the farther north he went, the worse Roy saw.

The large number of refugees moving south has overwhelmed the towns along the way, not only the prices of goods, but also the deterioration of law and order. As he passed through the north-western corner of the province of Saxony, he had seen many things that he had not seen before.

Beside the road, in the mountains, you can see the corpses of frozen and starved from time to time, many villages have been burned to ashes by roving bandits, and even some lords' castles have been lost.

Cattle, sheep, poultry, and horses were slaughtered and eaten.

The granary was empty, and even the voles in the fields, the wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and the bark and grass roots that could be eaten were eaten cleanly. Countless ragged so-called bandits hid on the side of the road, and swarmed up as soon as they saw passers-by.

Roy even saw that in an abandoned town that had been repeatedly looted by bandits and refugees, many people would sell their flesh and even their children for a bite to eat.

Fortunately, this chaos is now confined to remote areas.

In the territory of powerful lords, in important cities located in the relatively core, the social order is relatively stable.

But even so, people's hearts are fluctuating.

At an intersection, Roy reined in his mount.

The undead unicorn snorted, shook its head, and took a few steps in place, extinguishing the fire on its hooves.

It is not surprising that the image of a long-haired and skinny horse is usually alive. Only on uninhabited wild roads, it will step on the ghostly fire and gallop like electricity.

Roy Zema spun around and thought as he looked at the roads of the different lines.

To the right, there is the line of defense leading to the main city of Saxony, which is close to Sinasiri in the southeast, which is contrary to the imperial capital in the north, so naturally there is no need to think about it.

And going straight is to the Imperial Capital Plain.

Originally, Roy should have followed this path without hesitation, but at this point, he now had one more choice. To the left, through a mountainous area, you will arrive at the largest city on the northwestern edge of Saxony, the city of Cold Pine.

There's nothing special about the city, and the only good thing for Roy is that it's located on the route of the Empty Demon Ship and has a Tower of Babel.

If you use the Tower of Babel, you will be able to go to the Imperial Capital first, and then from there, cross Anthos and go to the Province of Valen.

In this way, compared to passing from the edge of the Imperial Capital Plain, although the time may not be much saved, it is to avoid the fatigue of a long-distance gallop, and it is much more worry-free.

After thinking about it, Roy made a decision: "Let's go to Cold Mountain City!"

He turned his head and said a word behind the empty man, and in an instant, he turned his horse's head and galloped towards Lengshan City.

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Pullman stood quietly at the head of the cold mountain city.

The cardinal, who was punished by Pope Nicholas II for his mistakes on the banks of the Frost River more than ten years ago, had already been relieved of the discipline technique, ended the punishment of the Lotus Hell, and restored his identity and appearance, but he still liked to dress as an ascetic.

"He will step on the corpse of the demon, and that is the last step he will take to the stage. ”

"Cut the thread of fate!"

"Go to the South, don't let me down. ”

The voice of Pope Nicholas II echoed in Pullman's ears.

Descending from the Papal Hill and heading south, Pullman walked unhurriedly.

He loves to walk.

For sixteen years, the torment of the Lotus Hell caused him to destroy and regenerate his feet as if they were burning in the flames with every step he took. One step at a time.

This kind of pain is unimaginable to ordinary people.

And when the punishment was lifted, Pullman walked out of St. Arthur's Basilica, breaking hundreds of steps, and he fell in love with the feeling of walking.

It was like stepping on cotton, soft and warm.

So he walked all the way, from the Papal Hill to Vettinberg, from Pompeii to Solan, and from the northern border to the city in the south.

Along the way, Pullman had heard everything that was happening in the south, and heard about the boy who led the mercenaries out of the demonic abyss.

He knew that was the person he was looking for.

He did not go to Lulian, but came here to wait, because the thread of fate stretched here, intertwined.

No matter how far the future is, it is shrouded in fog and cannot be seen clearly. But he knows very well that his mission is to cut this thread of fate here.

It's not the young man's, it's his own.

The setting sun is like blood, reflecting on the top of the cathedral tower in the cold mountain city, there are doves flying, there are flowing clouds, and time flies.

Pullman did not live in the church, nor did he meet with the local believers and emissaries of the Holy Emperor. He chose a humble inn to live in, a glass of water and a piece of bread every day.

Then there's waiting.

Walk through the muddy streets and walk up the moss-covered stone staircase to the city walls, and wait for a day.

People who have lived up and down have always cast curious glances at this strange ascetic, but Pullman's eyes are hollow.

In these days, he will always ring sixteen years ago.

Dressed in red, he waved his hand to stop the goose feathers and snow, disperse the storm, and then looked at the woman on the other side of the river and the little boy beside her with all the eyes in control.

The impression of the woman finally turned into a blood flower in the sky and a curse with laughter.

And what occupies the clearest memory is the little boy's eyes.

Although it was only an illusion, Pullman knew that it was his eyes, clear and innocent, but with a hint of sarcasm.

Pullman came up with a god.

So much so that he didn't realize that at this moment, the cold mountain city suddenly became windy, black dense clouds hit from the distant mountains, dust and sand, people inside and outside the city were quickly packing up their things, and on the ground, there were already big raindrops falling.

Heavy rain arrived as scheduled.

And Pullman, already like a sculpture, stood quietly at the head of the city.

Suddenly, Pullman's ears moved, and he tilted his head to listen.

There was a hurried sound of horses' hooves.

Then he saw the young man on the horse, and saw the ...... Eye.

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The new big plot opened and stuck. I updated the official account today, and as a result, a large group of people turned a blind eye to my paintings, and frantically urged to update, okay, send it out first.