In the distance, an imperceptible sound of breaking wind crossed a pass and quickly rushed here.

"You really don't know Ian's identity?" Lovian said with a sigh, turning away, the heavy Doomsday Scepter falling into his palm. Although he couldn't feel Ian's murderous aura herself, her tomahawk wasn't that friendly.

"I just can't believe it. Forrest Gump said, wondering about Lovian's preparations.

When the tall figure rushed out of the gentle snow, a bright silver icy fighting spirit dragged the bright tail wings and slashed obliquely. This blow was far less powerful than Ai'an's back then, and even the momentum of rushing towards Fiaceh during the day did not bring a point.

He dodged sideways, landing exactly where the second Douqi Wave had reached. The backhand brought up a viscous dark essence, and a touch of inky black disrupted the frequency of the fighting qi's vibration, and the force poured into the surrounding snow, shaking into a storm with a lot of momentum.

"Maha!!-" Ion's annoyed voice finally arrived in time, for the kind of opponent who had no fighting spirit, Lovian didn't want to use all his strength, not to mention that his opponent was just a tomahawk.

Ai An grabbed the thick axe handle with one hand and slashed diagonally against the rock beside him as if venting. The rocks were shattered like tofu blocks.

"Master, listen to me!-" Even though Maha is the most powerful tool spirit in the world, after all, the contract power is in the hands of the former god of war who has just reached the third level, and her words still have absolute control over this arrogant machine spirit, "He is a big villain—he can't be more bad!--Didn't you say that you would punish the evil for Osiria...... Oops!—"

Aion pulled the handle of the axe. At once, he threw the tomahawk into the stone wall beside him, and the large and small stones that splashed out formed another hill.

"Be honest with me!" said Ian, pulling out his Maha and striking the axe viciously. Then she straightened her polished leather armor in a little panic, bowed to Forrest Gump first, and said, "-Good evening, Mr. Sacrifice!"

Lovian's eyebrows furrowed, and he genuinely wondered if he had seen the standard example of reincarnation in mythology. The god of war in his memory, Ian, has always been a woman who is very arrogant, informal, and rude. What kind of etiquette - I'm afraid she would have eaten it as a compressed biscuit and pulled it out again......

"Are you—" Ian asked Lovian sincerely, who for the first time felt that the world was in such a dramatic moment. Five hundred years ago, I am afraid that the two of them were separated by 500 meters, and they had already begun to face each other. Fight to the death.

"Former Blood Moon Third Army Commander Lovian. He said very directly.

But Ian didn't react, and Lovian felt a sense of absurd joy again.

If the pale golden villain Maha had a real body, I'm afraid his face would have turned blue to purple by now. Lovian pondered secretly. Maha clung to the blade of the axe, hoping to tear him apart with his eyes. However, no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to fight with Ai'an, who controlled the power of the contract.

"Maha tells me—" Ian glared fiercely at his fellow machine, "You're from the same generation as me. So I thought ......"

"You and I were enemies. Lovian kicked the snowflakes at his feet. "I killed your mount and wounded you three times. You never lead troops, you can only break through head-on, and there is no roundabout thinking at all. I don't know why Fried chose you to lead the Wolf Clan. ”

Aian listened blankly to Lovian's words, and Maha continued to look at Lovian with an unkind gaze.

"Finally I went to the Dark Mage to fight to the death, and then I heard that you were standing alone on the front steps of his ashram, singing war songs and carrying an axe, and holding a whole brigade outside. Although I am not very satisfied with your ability to lead troops. But in terms of personal strength, you still have something I admire. ”

Lovian waved his hand one last time. "What else do you want to know?"

Ai looked down at his boots and didn't speak for a while. Maha gradually loosened the blade of the axe and looked at him with confused eyes.

"Are you really talking about me?" said Ayan softly.

Lovian knocked the clods of dirt on his shoes and lifted the dark spirit around him, "War can change a lot. It can bring out the bravest of the most cowardly, and it can also make the hero of peacetime become a traitor to the spurned by all—there were too many such things in that era. Whether it's a demon, a human race, or any other race, they can leave their name in that war that leaves no room for it, and who doesn't stand on the steps forged from the bones of their own and the enemy's own and the enemy to look down on the world. You are passionate about the thrill of war because you have not felt the real war. You don't feel a trace of pleasure when you watch your trusted subordinates, your loved ones, and those who love you fall to the cold ground of flesh and blood. ”

Ai An's eyes widened as she stared at him.

Lovian turned his head to look in the other direction, "Maybe you need to know that too, Lord Knight Michal. ”

The Knights of Light of the Holy Emperor Knights gradually appeared in the increasingly violent snowflakes, and the swift air currents of the valley blew away his blonde hair like a cluster of golden flames. The young handsome face was engraved with a few traces of vicissitudes that could not be concealed by age, and he slowly moved towards the three very different people with heavy steps under the light armor.

"I have to admit that when you admitted that you were the leader of the Blood Moon Legion, there was a moment when I even wavered a little in my faith in the Holy Emperor. ”

Michal's pale blue pupils stared at Lovian, and the former Legion Commander could feel a moment of murderous aura. With the current strength of the Knight Captain of the Knight of Light, even if his injuries have not healed, with his absolute strength of the fourth level, it is still not something that Luo Weian can resist. The gap between the strengths has bridged the gap in skill.

The murderous aura of that moment made Luo Weian feel Michal's existence. If he had acted at that time, he would never have been able to put up an effective resistance.

"Since we're both insiders, I'll just ask a few simple questions as a blank slate for us not to know when we'll see each other next. "Lovien retracts the imitation Doomsday Scepter," I said bluntly. I think this morning's battle -- it was a joke. ”

Michal nodded very calmly, and Forrest Gump's face changed suddenly. Ai An scratched his head, looking confused.

"The sacrifice of so many people is just a cover for a larger battle, right? This battle without any strategic significance is more of a military exercise than to capture Tiantai Pass. Discarding the subordinates who trust you as pawns is understandable if you are the commander in charge of all armies. But as a field commander who doesn't lead many troops at all, once your approach is exposed. I'm afraid the problem of military morale is not something you have the ability to settle. Lovian stepped through the snow and looked at the young chief knight. "Back then, the Knight Leader of the Holy Emperor Moon God Knights, he wouldn't have made such a self-destructive move as you. Sue me for your reasons, if you don't want to say it, of course I don't have the power to force you. ”

Forrest Gump's face was as white as snow on the ground.

"It's changed. Isn't that what it is?" said Michal suddenly, something that was very out of his style. For a moment, the resolute cheeks of the Knight of Light Leader turned a little lonely, "It's okay to say that I'm giving up on myself, it's okay to say that I'm an unqualified commander, and I can admit it today." It was my mistake to put those young apprentices against the mighty Earth Knights. After all, the glory of being the head of the knights of the first knight order in the world is a kind of survival foundation engraved in the bones. You have the logic of the demons. I also have human logic. ”

Forrest Gump's expression changed again, around him. Rings of ice-blue thunder began to coil, and Ian took a step back in some panic. "Our trust in you is worthless!-"

Lovian slapped him on the back of the head without changing his face, and Forrest Gump snorted and fell straight down. Ian let out a scream, but drowned in the wind.

"I've always had trouble understanding the human definition of the word 'chivalry'. "To my point of view with the wolf clan, this seems to be a simple attitude of willingness to sacrifice. ”

Then his voice changed, "What happened to the Holy Emperor Knights? Could it be that they have suffered an unprecedented defeat, or has the Holy Emperor lost control of this world's first knight order?"

Michal looked to the east, "Don't you feel it? In the distant province of Edelstan, the tide of darkness began to rise again, just like the prelude to the bloody sky in the War of the Guardian of the Holy Saints."

"The Holy Emperor Knights at this moment are no longer the first knights in the world that they once were. Just yesterday, the Black Wings broke through the Ikaert and Oz armies head-on on the Ederstein River Plain. Only twenty percent of the knights withdrew from the battlefield alive. Michal looked at the sky.

Lowe jumped at ease, based on his estimation of the strength of the Rebel Organisation, the strength of the Black Wings that could fight against the Rebel Organisation for thirty years would not be much stronger than the Rebel Organisation......

"How is that possible?" said Lovian, surprised, "The Black Wings are so powerful, why have they been hiding for so many years?"

Michal shook his head, "It wasn't until just now that Nanhart told me that the man who commanded the Black Wings was a former leader of the Dark Legion. ”

The wind around him seemed to have stopped at this moment, and Lovian had never been so surprised, but when he thought about it, it made sense—he instantly thought of the black wings that he had seen from Francis's hand, which resembled the Winged Demon Clan's crest-

"Siu and Orka?" muttered Lovian. My name is Orka Ivy Sarbaneswan.

I have an older brother who loves me, and I have friends who I love.

Five hundred and thirty-four years ago, my brother and I were born on the Edelstein Plateau, where it snowed every day, not the lovely falling snowflakes like feathers in fairy tales. It's a strong wind that can blow the demons away from the cliffs, carrying ice cubes as big as bitter potato roots. The snow never stops in December. When I was a child, I never knew what spring, summer, autumn and winter were.

The elders of the clan told me and my brother since I was a child that after the birth of a child of the Winged Demon Clan, my parents would run out of life and die. So I only have one relative, and that is my brother. On the day I was eight years old, my brother and I held hands and swore with the other children in the ancestral hall of the Winged Demon Clan that the Twins of the Winged Demon Clan would be destined to live and die.

My brother's middle name, Ivey, was inherited from our parents, and our last name represented the Winged Demon Supreme. Therefore, from the moment we are born, we are destined to be different from other children. We didn't have a childhood where we threw ice cubes in the snow. There was no childhood where you were free to practice your childish magical skills, no childhood where you listened to the elders of the Blood Moon Clan tell you about human fairy tales by the warm fire, and there was no childhood where you practiced piano and painting in a spacious hall.

Because we are the Winged Demon Supreme. We have talents that no other demon race can match, we have an incomparably heavy responsibility for the future, and our destiny requires us to be strong.

My brother and I remember the earliest things our magic teacher asking us to recite obscure magic spells over and over again, and if we say even one wrong note, the whip will be whipped on the head, and the hot pain will make us warm up in the snow and ice. So I never knew if I should get all the mantras right. Later, we started to practice martial arts, and it was very painful to train the basic skills. But it's not bitter, because my brother always laughs with me. Even if it was the most unbearable exercise, he would never say a word. Sometimes I wonder if I was born a minute earlier than my brother. Can I do as well as my brother does now?

When I was twenty years old. My brother and I condensed the third nucleus together. On the same day, my brother and I walked out of the Winged Demon Clan's sunless stone castle for the first time and began our life at the Military Academy.

Before I was twenty years old, my brother and I had the same short hair, and if I didn't listen to my voice, no one could separate me from my brother. However, the elders demanded that we at the academy must be able to make the teacher distinguish between the two of us. Neither of us was willing to change the shape of the head, so my brother and I guessed and I lost. So my brother was able to keep his beautiful short hair, and I had to pull it up. Wear two long, troublesome braids at the back of your head. In order to comfort me, my brother gave me a pair of favorite bunny dolls, which I liked very much.

The military training was very tiring, but it was not bitter, not only because my brother was always able to complete the instructor's cruel training with a smile, but also because my brother and I made more friends. One day, the straight-faced brother of Lovian from the Blood Moon Clan, the sister Muffy with cat ears, the uncle Magnus who took care of our senior, and the sister Christian who likes to dance...... The 10 years of my college life were the happiest period of my life. I love my friends, and I'm sure they love me too.

We read a lot of books in the library of the academy, and my brother and I learned that the Edelstan Plateau is not the whole of the world, and there are no snow flakes as big as bitter potato roots in the world, and there is no place where the wind can blow the demons away. Humans' wheat fields are much larger than ours, and they can harvest a lot of grain every year, and the Terrans don't have to jump off the cliff when they are old, because they have enough oats and rye. The weak children do not have to be abandoned to the valley because they have a lot of millet and rice. They have access to hot food every day and meat dishes once a week. They have spring, summer, autumn and winter throughout the year, plains full of flowers in spring, streams with water in summer, golden waves of wheat rolling in autumn, and snowflakes as warm as cotton wool in winter. It's really good to live like that, I want to go to the human world, and bring my brother and friends with me - not just them, but also the Winged Demon Clan and the Blood Moon Clan...... No, it's all the demon compatriots who go there.

But humanity doesn't let us do that. Humans are a ruthless race, they kill each other even themselves, how can they have mercy on us? Not only did they not let us live in the plains that bloomed in the spring, but they also built many passes on our way to the humans, and the Terran soldiers, armed with sharp spears and terrible staffs, killed every demon who tried to approach them on the way. I thought, "Why can humans kill us casually, but we can't do the opposite?" The elder told me and my brother that it was our responsibility.

Only then did I know why my brother and I had to endure such cruel training, why we had become so powerful, and why we were the Supreme of the Winged Demon Clan.

There are many traitors and scum among the Terrans, and those who are shameless want to kill as many of their fellow citizens as possible in order to satisfy their lust for power. There is also a very powerful man among the Terrans, and they call him the Dark Mage. He single-handedly destroyed the levels that had held us back for years, and the passage to a world full of spring flowers was finally opened.

The Black Mage is revered by us as the Mentor, for without Him we would not have been able to set foot on human soil, and He guides us to victory. In return, I put on an uncomfortable hard-brimmed officer's hat with beautiful black diamonds on the epaulettes and became the commander of the First Army of his dark legion, as did my brother. But I often heard him sigh at night as he slept and feared that the Dark Mage would one day betray us. I was naïve and thought my brother was overly worried.

One day, something terrible happened, the dragons destroyed the area where our Blood Moon Clan lived, and my good friend Uncle Lovian died in that battle. I also felt very sad looking at Lovian's sad expression, and I thought I could have a premonition of what it was like to have a loved one die. I held my brother's hand and didn't dare to part for many days, I was afraid that he would suddenly leave and never come back.

My brother and I are fighting from place to place, and those short-sighted, stupid, and dirty humans are no match for us at all. They are really annoying, they are weak, they fight each other, they are bullied by the weak, and they are low-browled and flattering when they meet the strong. And there are still so many of them, and they occupy so many and so good land for nothing. That's why I've never kept human prisoners of war, and neither have dragons and elves, who will only waste our most precious food. My brother advised me to be more modest, but I didn't know how to do it. I still say that those who don't even have pity for their own people, should I have pity on them?

The legions of men, I don't like them at all, but if we let them die more, our people will die less. We also need people to cultivate the land that belongs to us, and we want our children to enjoy the same happy life as human children. But my brother and I and other friends were playing for longer and longer, and I finally started to worry about what the instructor wanted. Our legions have destroyed human cities and fields, and I'm worried about how many demons we'll have left to cultivate those lands after the battle.

Later, the instructor asked us to assassinate the Holy Emperor Arya. I was scared because Arya was the most powerful person in the human race. My brother's face was very ugly, but he still smiled and told me that it was a big deal to die together. I was relieved and infiltrated the Holy Land with my brother, and we wounded the Holy Emperor Arya, but we were also severely injured by her. I'm not scared because my brother has always been with me, and with my brother there, things won't go wrong.

However, after that battle, I was finally shaken, and I don't know what the meaning of our people sacrificed so much. I could not bear the desperate eyes of my compatriots who had died in battle during the day, and I realized that I was not that strong. (To be continued......)