Chapter 3 is around 1 a.m. ）

"The enemy will not die for a day, and the obsidian will never be allowed to wither. ”

Hera finally realized the true meaning of this sentence after persevering until she could see the figure clearly, she passed out with a fragile smile, the arcane blessing in the Big Bang consumed all her nuclear weight reserves, the overdraft of the nuclear weight was far more obvious than the effect of physical overdraft, and the extreme fatigue on the mental level made Hera unable to support it any longer, and when she opened her eyes, she felt that a large part of the nuclear weight had recovered in her body, and the first thing that caught her eye was a sickly handsome face, followed by an empty crystal bottle carved with a centaur pattern badge in his hand.

"When are you going to build that dark gold elemental magic array?" Hera, who was lying in Augustine's arms, wanted to get up, but found that her whole body was sore and she couldn't move for a while, so she had to find a topic to divert the shyness in her heart.

"I have been on the first day of arriving at the castle of Sinago, and I have told you that the land under our feet is my last battlefield, and I have no way back, and if I don't do anything more, I am so sorry for the 'gift' of Emperor Jupit. Augustine was able to get out of the battlefield alive It seemed that most of his energy was consumed, and he had some difficulty speaking, sitting next to the Black Swan Lake and half-hugging Hera, with a calm expression, no one could imagine that this not strong master professional freak had eaten 5 archmages and heavily equipped knights with full body chanting.

"Have you been fighting like this, to get to the position of Archcon today?" Hera sighed, the question was naïve, because the answer was obvious, no young nobleman of the empire could be equal to the trident of the Sacraments by virtue of his family background.

"It's not easy for anyone to live, and there's nothing to feel sad about. ”

Augustine smiled, the staff of the Titan Dragon's Eye behind him, he reached out and stroked Hera's face, on her face, there was the same gritty paranoia and hatred for the whole empire, she was like a mirror of him, such a person could win his trust that was scarcer than *chastity. Satisfied with the meekness of the proud Persian cat, and the urge to jump off the wall and go to hell with him at the last moment, Augustine offered to give the reason why he had been able to get to this point," The magic array that consumed half of my dark gold magic powder is called [Skadi Soul Elegy], which is a very old black magic array, because it needs too many leads, a lot of active dirty elements, and a sacred magic array that is attached to it, plus a powerful enough core point to detonate, so it has always been regarded as a flashy and cumbersome toy, and I happen to like this kind of unpopular thing that can surprise people, and I used to pay more attention to this aspect when I studied with a private magic teacher, and the teacher was also willing to accompany a mediocre child to discuss related issues very seriously。 ”

"That must be a knowledgeable magician. Hera said softly, in her impression, to be able to become the personal magic teacher of the Rotonchild family, it must be an old man full of honor and glory, the kind of old royal magician who is silent in the Imperial Library.

"I've been looking and waiting. ”

Augustine smiled and patted Hera on the cheek, "Give you another five minutes to recharge your strength, and then we may have to go to Elizabeth and Ares." Creating a Skadi Soul Elegy at the gate of Shinago's castle is already the double limit of my energy and financial resources, the young knights have no secret hole cards to rely on, and Ares in the state of [God of War Possession] is not invincible, five archmages plus two great knights, and three of my peers, I am afraid that even if Elizabeth helps, she may not be able to take advantage. ”

"We'll go right away. Hera struggled to get up, she felt like she was almost recovered, and she didn't want to waste a second.

Augustine didn't stand up, looked at the Black Swan Lake and shook his head and said quietly: "There will be an entry threshold for any level of battle, and allies below this threshold will only bring counter-effects to their companions, I don't know if you Saxon Forest can die calmly for the sake of faith, I don't allow too much of this greatness and blindness around me, so wait for your physical strength and nuclear weight to recover with peace of mind, otherwise you will die worthlessly, and you will be buried with your allies, which is not cost-effective." ”

Hera sat beside Augustine, silent.

The Saxon forest in which she is located is a battlefield dominated by religious fanaticism, and all shrewd calculations need to serve the "sacrifice" of [the savior] Purpose, Hera turned her head to look at the man who was extremely peaceful and quiet on the surface, and told herself that what she needed to adapt to was not only the change of faith, but also the change of the entire worldview, and she could not keep up with his footsteps, and would only be left far behind, and she was sure that this man would definitely treat her as a worthless pawn like a golden puppet and abandon it at the right time to win the expected gains in his mind.

The sinister conspiratorial atmosphere, the vague beliefs, the aristocratic tone and tactfulness, and the burning erotic desires, several things that were once deeply hated by Hera, were presented in him without concealment, but Hera was sad to find that she could not see this man as a pure dregs of the imperial aristocracy.

It can even be said that she saw the shadow of her father in Augustine.

"Let's go. ”

Augustine slammed to his feet and pulled out the magic wand that had helped him out of danger again and again, "I hope your young knights will have a few more alive." ”

I thought it was a battlefield full of blood and a large number of undead knights, but when Augustin and Hera arrived at the Knights' residence, they found an intact Knights of Cannon Fodder all staring at a crying little Lori and a silent cripple who was completely equivalent to the god of war in their minds.

Little Lori carried the neck of a bloodied little white python with one hand, and intermittently wiped away the endless flood of tears with the other hand.

There were two bloody corpses behind her, one in a red alchemist's robe with a Templar ivory sword stuck in it, leaving only a relatively intact head, and the other in black robe was even more miserable, a knight's spear pierced through the eye socket and pierced the head directly, as if they were both "enjoying" some extra treatment from someone after death.

The deputy head of the Knights, Fili, almost didn't bare his eyes, the experience today was even more incredible than all the ups and downs of his 25 years combined, first a team that didn't seem to have good intentions marched towards the station, and before reaching the Knights' station, a lame man with a white mask singled out two real knights, and even tore a paralyzed knight and his horse into two pieces with a single sprint.

Then, ignoring the cost of being pierced through the shoulder by the spear of the dead knight, he knocked the second knight off his horse, so fast that even the enemy mage did not have time to issue a supporting spell skill, and the enraged knight seemed to choose to minor in the source of [revenge], so that he suddenly burst out with super-level strength, and knocked down the cripple in hand-to-hand combat again and again, but the cripple wearing a pure white ghost mask was always able to get back up without any stagnation and continue to fight.

The two Arcanists stay where they are, waiting for an opportunity to help the Grand Knight throw the Stasis Arcane at the blonde cripple, or add Arcane Arcane Arcane to the Grand Knight. The two red-robed alchemists and black-robed puppeteers slowly advanced towards the Knights' station, their tactical goal was very clear, to refine and forge this group of low-level knights into undead knights, and then use the crowd tactics to solve the difficult cripples, and finally rush to the Castle of Poetry, where the two forces converged and bulldozed the underground world in the castle together.

Then, a little girl who seems to be grossly out of place with the whole battle screen appears on a high slope, standing between the Knights of Cannon Fodder and the three heretical mages, humming strange songs like "I threw the plasma crystal bottle, I bought the candy cross, I'm an elegant little lady, oh Lala..."

Then there is a large number of brilliant spells that the knight Fili does not understand at all and throws them at each other, you go back and forth, drawing two wonderful curves in the air and then colliding and exploding, like a fireworks feast, just like two children playing with each other and throwing stones, but Filip is very, very, quite and 100% sure that those "stones" are enough to make most of the knights into literal and humble cannon fodder.

No matter how fast the beautiful little Lori in a princess costume is, no matter how fast the nuclear weight is replenished, after all, it is a pair of three, one is accidentally knocked away by a spell, and is covered in dust.

At this moment, there was a roaring and screeching sound in the direction of the castle of Stango.

The private butler in the rampage screamed and got up and threw a small pet over, and the little white python-like creature mutated in the air into a creature that made all the creatures in the Black Swan Lake lie on the ground and dare not breathe.

Dragon.

A legendary epic species, a sacred character that only exists in the 9 dragon veins of the continent.

The black-robed puppeteer, who had always retained his strength, was shocked and immediately threw out all the powerful puppets that had been carefully made and painstakingly looted on his body, not caring whether his core weight would be instantly depleted and let them forcibly [descend en masse], a feat that only a top-level puppeteer could accomplish.

It was a 7th-order golden subspecies that really had the potential to advance to the dragon clan, and the well-informed puppeteer knew that the white dragon in the air that was nearly 8 meters long was not a real dragon, but just an immature golden subspecies - the Nile white python, but a golden subspecies that had reached the 7th order of maturity was enough to shock the world, so he did not hesitate to move out all his belongings and fight all his family resources to hit it hard!

Once victorious, he will be able to complete what is arguably the greatest puppet work of the Holy Empire in the last decade.

It's a pity that one was recorded in "100 God's Beloved" The divine subspecies, the strength of the brutality far beyond his imagination, six puppets were strangled by the Nile python, desperate he was swallowed by the white python together with the two alchemists, but the only thing they are thankful for is that they were not directly decomposed and melted into liquid, but spit it out as soon as possible, and then the forcibly advanced python also reached the limit, and after falling to the ground, it turned into a half-dead little white python again, the little Lori shaman ran over to pick it up, looked at the castle of Stango, wiped a handful of tears, and picked up the knight's sword and spear while crying and cursing, and pierced the two nearby corpses into hedgehogs。

That's what Augustine saw.

Hera dispersed the Knights as soon as possible.

He walked over, squatted down, and gently rubbed little Lori's hair.

Little Lori looked at him in a daze, and then cried even more heartbreakingly, sobbing: "I heard the sound and thought you were dead, and now the 'little girl' is also dead." ”

"Little Girl" is Augustine's nickname for the little Nile python.

"Without your permission, the little girl wouldn't die, and I wouldn't have died. ”

Augustine said gently, gently picked up the sad Elizabeth, put her on his knees, and gently hummed the little tune he specially arranged for her, "Who lost the black rose thorn, it's the cute little shaman, oh Lala, who gave the coffin music box, it's the timid Augustine, oh Lala~ Who hid the pink lipstick jar, it's the innocent little Lori, oh Lala, who threw the sword and shield, it's poor Augustine..."