Michal gripped the hilt of his sword lightly, and the sound of the tremor disappeared abruptly.

The two dragon kings couldn't see their faces from under the scales, but judging by their stiff figures, they clearly understood why Nanhart was saying these words at this time-

A green shadow shot up into the sky like lightning, aiming at an inconspicuous dark cloud in the sky.

It was impossible to see what the Green Shadow had done at this incredible speed, but with a few painful dragon roars, the defenders of Tiantai Pass burst into shouts, and the huge crossbow and magic array began to blaze with fierce power.

In the clouds in the sky, a huge black dragon with a body length of forty meters suddenly fell, and the crimson dragon blood fell in the sky like a torrential rain, dyeing the white Tiantai Pass with a few wisps of blood red.

Dozens of formal knights who were not weak under the rooftop gate suddenly let out a burst of exclamations: "This is ...... Knight Chief Irina?!-"

The Captain of the Wind Knight stepped on the weak air faster than the wind, and in a breath he had already swept over the head of the black dragon. The huge black dragon felt an unprecedented threat of death, and sent out a desperate cry for help to the black dragon king not far away. But none of the human defenders really noticed these dragon calls that they couldn't understand, because they clearly saw a knight with a seven-meter dragon lance on the black dragon's back!

Behind the knight in blue-black covered armor is a golden-red cloak embroidered with a magnificent dragon composed of blue, black, and red. It's a family coat of arms that everyone living in the Holy Land, Victoria, will call out for, because it represents the power of the secular world that is faintly opposed to the royal power of the Holy Land. The Holy Dragon Bruce family.

The knight on the dragon's back barely condensed the scorching bright blue fighting aura between the bumps, and directly turned the tip of the spear reflexively, and the blue-white fighting qi transformed into a giant dragon in the air. Facing the green-haired and green-eyed Wind Knights, Irina pounced.

Irina in the air calmly seemed to be dealing with a boring judgment question on the exam paper, and the longbow with verdant honeysuckle vines embossed on its back was elegantly picked out, and when she touched the bowstring, a brilliant green light appeared on the bow.

Irina stared indifferently at her green arrows, seemingly absurdly trying to fend off the dragon thorns of the Bruce House Dragon Knight.

But no one except the dragon knight, who still didn't recognize how powerful the opponent in front of him was, would be surprised by Irina's move.

The bright blue light of the dragon thorn disappeared silently in an instant, as if Long Wei had vanished into the spiritual flames of Nanhat. The green glow on Irina's short arrow was only one-fifth dimmed.

The dragon knight stared at what seemed slow with a horrified gaze. But no matter how much he urged the dragon under him, he couldn't avoid that green glow.

The condensed wind element pierced through the chest of the Bruce House Dragon Knight without any barrier, as if nothing had ever existed there. The green light fluttered through the right wing of the huge black dragon. Along the way, he broke all the ribs on the side of the black dragon.

"Wait!-" The Black Dragon King in the distance let out an anxious roar when he saw Irina grasp the bowstring with two fingers again. The roaring Terran lingua franca did not cause a hint of expression from Irina and Nanhart, but Michal, who had been silent, teleported into the air in front of the Black Dragon King in a short space, blocking his way. The long sword in his right hand was a foot from its sheath. The meaning of the warning is self-evident.

The Black Dragon King's massive body slowly stopped in front of Michal's small golden figure, turning around and unwilling to listen to the last call of his people.

As Irina's bowstring gradually became fuller, the golden-green light gradually centered on Irina, forming a longbow that was magnified dozens of times around her, and the seemingly short green light arrow also became dazzling with the appearance of this longbow.

The Holy Emperor Knights under the rooftop gate watched with bated breath, they knew that Knight Captain Irina didn't need to use such a powerful skill to deal with the little dragon in front of him, they just wanted to announce it in front of all the dragon clan leaders. The determination and courage they expressed before the Second Dark Age of Fate.

The bright green light dimmed the sun's brilliance for a moment. And what followed the gloom was the eyes of dozens of dragon elites in front of them.

The green light sank into the black dragon's body, but there was no wound. The dark black dragon scales flickered with a few bright green rays, and then smashed to pieces on the ground in front of the rooftop pass, as if the indestructible dragon scales had been eroded by time for thousands of years.

"I think you're already familiar with it," Nanhart glanced at Irina, who was still in the air, and the young Wind Knight Leader floated down to Nanhart's right,

"Not long ago, Orka Cybanswan, the former commander of the First Legion of the Dark Legion, re-entered the world and destroyed my Swan Knights, and at this moment, I believe that this Winged Demon Supreme is swinging his troops south, dealing a devastating blow to the self-contained Griva Empire. Greece, the commander of the Fourth Army, who had been hidden under the vast sea of sand for five hundred years under the vast sea of sand of Ariante, also began to stir - the direction of fate was like a long dream, complaining that time was slow for a moment, and too many things had already happened. Osiria, which had been peaceful for 500 years, was in a hurry at this moment, ushering in the prelude to troubled times. ”

The magenta in the eyes of the Nine Spirit Dragon King Mister flowed, and after a while, the Dragon King said, "But, according to Your Excellency, which position does our clan want to stand in here?"

Nanhart smiled leisurely, easily stepping on the armor of the torn dragon knight, and the dragon blood around him slowly flowed down the white walls of Tiantai Pass like a stream, "This can only be said by Lenna, the Lord of Time who is in charge of fate. We don't care about any of this, you just have to follow your own thoughts and choose the direction you want to walk before the crossroads of fate - I believe that is the best choice for the nobility and even Osiria. ”

There was no moon tonight, the sky was a pure blue-black, and the lonely dots of the stars dotted the empty dome in a mystical style with a few magical light sources under the fig trees that were faintly illuminated by their faint starlight.

Mastma Lindsay walked along the gravel path of the Sanctuary Palace, walking at maximum speed under the verdant vine trellises. Bring up a cool wind.

"You're not really going to do what you want to do, are you?" a pleasant voice came from the bend in the gravel road, and Mastema stopped abruptly.

"Good evening, Maffei. Shinas said with a smile, a smile that filled her face into a pair of shallow dimples, "I think we need a goodbye." ”

Masterma frowned slightly.

"You really shouldn't have called you by his specific name!" Shinas patted the rattan chair beside him, "I'll just apologize first, sit down for a while." ”

Mastema's feline-like demon ears moved slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before reaching the Lord of Osiria.

"It's not necessary. Shinas. Mastma sat in the front third of the chair, his waist straighter than the back of the chair, "Really." I must thank you for helping me clear the seal of Akayl - otherwise I don't know how I will answer the question of the Legion Commander when I go to see him as I used to. ”

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave, though since you rejected the Dark Spirit Entry Method to the Knights of Merlan on behalf of Lovian, there is some prejudice against you in my Knights. But that's just fine after all. Their complaints are nothing more than some jealousy. With his crystal fingers, Shinas tapped the mirror-like sandalwood table in front of him and pushed a cup of tea towards Mastma.

"Forgive me for my conservatism, I think that what is in the past should be stored in the past. Whether it's me or Lowe, or the dark spirit that has long been lost, when it appears in this world, I think it's a blasphemy against fate. Mastma said with a little restraint.

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Inky sky. Dark gray clouds obscured the faint light of the stars, but they could pass through the gray sky. I saw a faint purple moon.

Surrounded by mountains like knives and axes, the dark green mountains and forests exude an extremely oppressive atmosphere. And what makes this oppression that pervades heaven and earth crazy are the knights who fill the plains scattered between the valleys, dressed in pure black coats.

The war horses under their crotches are also black horses without a trace of variegation, and the eyes of those war horses are actually chilling blood red. The horsemen's facial features were hidden by the overcoats under their black coats, and the black spears and hammers they held in their black gloves poured endless coldness and murderous aura into the space in front of them.

The sound of the 70,000 Black Winged army did not surpass that of the pine forest shaking its branches and leaves in the breeze. Above the neat phalanx were black eagle vultures hovering from time to time, and on the backs of each eagle vultures were warriors holding light folding crossbows. At the forefront of the battle array were two thousand earth dragons and their vanguard in their heavy bone armor holding huge battle axes and pyramids that ordinary people could never wield.

At the front of the battle formation, the height of the knight, who was incomparably strong, suddenly turned sharply. At the center of the front of the formation, there were a few soldiers who were not even wearing armor. Beneath their black capes were military uniforms of pure black fur and bright silver epaulettes. These people, who were extremely small in stature compared to the warriors behind them, enjoyed the fanatical adoring gaze of the 70,000 iron army behind them.

But these cadres, who represented the power center of the Black Wings, all trembled and avoided the gaze of a petite girl in front of them. However, this was not surprising, because on the other side of the formation, when the Fire Knight Leader Oz and the Dark Knight Leader Icault looked at the occasional gaze of the Black Wing Master from a distance of five hundred meters, they also felt the cold and cold that they had never felt before. What the two knight captains saw was not the seventy thousand black winged iron knights, nor the murderous aura that made the air sticky, but the blood-filled battlefield of five hundred years ago that they saw from the eyes of the first legion commander with five pupils.

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Xinas took a sip of the pale golden tea in his hand and slowly lowered the teacup. Mastma still straightened her back and looked at the Lord of the Holy Land in front of her with a solemn expression.

"It seems that no matter what kind of effort I make, you will not be able to relax except in front of your legionnaire...... Is this kind of life a life that you have forgotten about your tiredness, or is exhaustion itself a life you believe in?"

Mastma looked down and thought for a moment, "Shinas, you didn't live in that era after all. The demons who longed for an easy life were eventually forced to die on the road by the pressure of life. There are only three key words in our lives: fighting, defying fate, and living. There is no word 'tired' in the dictionary of the demon clan with such a life card, because there is another side of the word. It's the greed for ease...... This will have consequences that we do not want to see. ”

"I really can't understand it......" Shinas looked up and smiled and sighed, his aqua blue gaze giving the sky a ray of brisk liveliness, "the light topic is over. Now there's only the heavy subject -- I really want to ask again, are you really going to do that? Did you know that power doesn't solve all problems, but at least there are some problems that you can use to increase your chips. ”

Mastma shook her head silently, looking behind her at a blue ring on her left index finger that she was used to, with a slowly swimming dot of light on it. "Lowe now - I actually like him more now, but ...... Nor can I allow his soul to die in his decadence. - He is the Supreme of the Blood Moon Clan. He was the commander of the Third Army...... It's a fact. ”

The smile on Shinas's face vanished, and she suddenly leaned over to take Mastma's hand and said softly, "Seriously. Maffei, has sacrifice really become the only way for you to show your self-worth, and has it been that even your own strength, and even your feelings and life, have to be sacrificed to a hopeless goal?—please sù me, Mafei. When this qiē is no more. Do you regret it?"

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Orka Ivey Sarbaneswan remained her signature military uniform, tight black and silver wrapped around her petite and slender body, and her hard-brimmed officer's hat obscured half of her delicate cheeks. Two of her usual bright silver braids fell like mercury to the black earth, and she was slightly suspended in mid-air, holding a staff of intricate work in her right hand. The only dark purple eye that showed out was sometimes aimed at the ground, and sometimes it left an emotionless glance at the Holy Emperor Knights camp in front of him.

Oz and Ikaert were still breathing from this uncontrolled gaze, although they could feel that Orka at this time was no longer the fifth-level powerhouse who killed the Immortal Emperor Arya with the Demon Emperor Siwu five hundred years ago, but it had never changed the disregard for the human race and reflected in the purple pupils of endless blood. They saw the Demon Emperor Siwu who looked down on the world in the First Patriotic War, the Blood Moon Zun Bradi Miun who was stained with the blood of the moon, and the Dragon Emperor Afriel, who died with the Demon Emperor, and the strange thief who hid himself under the mask of the raven...... Countless indifference, hatred, madness, obsession, unity, sacrifice, and faith are vividly interpreted in that little purple.

They vaguely saw it. Three pairs of gray wings that could cover the sky stretched out from behind the young demon girl not far in front of him, and standing behind him were those heroes who had been distorted and blurred by the perspective of the history books......

"Ibekh. Orka whispered.

Ibeh, dressed in black, immediately stepped forward, "The subordinates are here." ”

"Orka thinks that the Holy Emperor Knights are waiting for us to take the initiative? They don't seem to think much of Orka and her Black Wings...... Look, what can I do?"

Ibeher knelt on one knee and said in a deep and cold voice: "The arrogant, only the lesson of blood can make them awake!, my lord, I am willing to lead the vanguard of the army with my humble body, smash the enemy formation, and let Osiria see clearly that the Knights of the Holy Land are nothing but a joke!"

"Lack of eloquence, General Ibekh. Orka covered her mouth and yawned lightly, "Orka let the Thousand Wings move first, even if it's Ikart and Oz, it's not so easy to get out." And—"

The purple glow in Orka's eyes invisibly reflected the vanguard of the entire line, and nearly a hundred gray-clothed figures with wings on their backs and only the breath of mechanical life walked out of the line. The tall vanguard flinched and took a half step back, "Orka told them to pay close attention to how much better their seniors were than they were. ”

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"Escape regret in this way......" Shinas muttered to himself, "five hundred years...... For me, it's just a lifetime of time. For those of you who can't reach the natural lifespan, the long wait is enough to wear out a lot of the original things in life. ”

Mastma still had her back straight, her head slightly bowed, and her ears trembled slightly.

"In a few days, it's festival day. Mastma abruptly interrupted Shinas's musings, "I must rush back before this." This time at the Blood Moon Festival, if I wasn't there, he would definitely do something stupid. ”

"Blood Moon Festival......" Sinas muttered the word, "I occasionally look at the history books, and it seems that the source of the Patriotic War is the call made by Uncle Lovian's at the Blood Moon Festival - without that Blood Moon Festival, there would be no unprecedented unity of the demons, the black mage would not be able to do what he wants, there would be no destruction of the lives of both sides, the collapse of civilization, and the degradation of morality......"

Masterma stood up silently, like a javelin full of cracks, "No demon likes war, but when all options are taken away, we can't help ourselves. The choice between war and extinction is easy, but at the end of the war, the choice between continuing and giving up hope is just as easy. Lowe didn't even think about being able to live at that time, although he lived in this era that did not belong to him because of the Lord of Time, Lenna. I'm just an ordinary demon, but I hope I can use my own efforts to remind him of what he should do in a hopeless future. The hatred of 500 years ago should not be continued, and my last hope is that it will be over with the end of ours. ”

Shinas stood up and sighed again: "Don't say it so terrifyingly, I can't do it like my aunt." I can only occasionally grab a scrap of paper in my ability to predict the future, and guess some of the future from the vague words on it. Knowing the future and giving up the present is undoubtedly the most foolish thing to do. It had proved to me that no amount of precautions I could have prevented a predetermined fate—just as I could not have prevented the Shadow Warriors from appearing and persuaded Oz and Ikaert not to fight that doomed battle. My aunt is probably the only one who really sees through fate and can do the best in the process before it happens. ”

"Thank you. Mastma said sincerely.

Shinas pursed his lips and shook his head, "It's me who should thank you, I'm really sorry for the sacrifices you made to solve the big trouble of the Bruce family." ”

Mastma had swept out the verdant shrubs of the Holy Land like a gust of wind.

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； (To be continued......)