The various races living on the continent of Osiria were in some ways not even as peaceful as they were during the war-torn period of the reign of Holy Emperor Arya.

First of all, from the perspective of human beings, the human camp that was once monolithic under the rule of the Holy Emperor has been divided, forming three main forces:

One: Of course, it is the Holy Land and the dozens of provinces that still stand under the great tree of the Holy Emperor that has not fallen for thousands of years. It has the authority of the nominally legitimate ruler of Osiria, the Holy Emperor Knights, who are the first knights in the world at all times, the largest population, and the largest army. In addition, the glorious culture, history, science and education of the Holy Land are well deserved to be the first in the mainland.

2. The Temple of the Earth. In the early years after the Age of the Dark Mage, as the Temple of Time disappeared after the Black Mage was sealed in it, the Earth Temple gradually took control of the beliefs of the continent. Without the checks and balances of the Temple of Time, the power of the Holy Cult of the Earth became more and more powerful, until Pope Kalimé V led a large number of believers to obtain the vast territory in the southwest of the mainland by means of half peace and half force and became the first pope, and the Holy Religion completely became an independent state institution, with independent military power (self-recruitment of the Earth Knights), tax power, official appointment and dismissal power, etc. Although nominally still subservient to the legendary Goddess Erin and Goddess Lenna's bloodline heir, the Holy Emperor, everyone knows that the Earth Cult has become an independent and powerful human force.

3. The Southeastern Grevar Empire. This is an archer, an ignorant orc infantry composed of archers, ignorant orc infantry, led by the human emperor Charlian I and the chaotic elven race after his overnight disappearance in the elven holy city of Éore. Elite human cavalry, rude dwarven craftsmen, and rout demon strategists. Cowardly and cowardly dwarf assassins make up a strange, yet unusually harmonious nation. This country includes almost all of the intelligent races of Osiria. While humanity took advantage of the elite soldiers who had successfully sealed the Black Mage to conquer them, Carian I, who was later called a saint, gathered these desperate races that had been hunted down by humans. In the difficult battles against the Holy Land and the Earth Temple, the newly established Greva Empire survived with its tenacious fighting spirit and obtained a small but able country to survive in the southeast of the continent. The current Emperor of the Griver Empire, Sovien III, is a man of many mixed races. At present, the Grevar Empire is in a fierce struggle with the powerful ministers, and it is in turmoil. But no force dares to underestimate them, once there is an invasion of foreign enemies, the seemingly scattered and unregulated Grihua Empire will immediately be organized at a jaw-dropping speed. A well-disciplined, well-trained army was formed in a single day.

Luo Wei'an looked at the leisure book brought by his apprentice who was running laps around the forward team. He was intrigued by the Grevar Empire in the southeast, but when he saw that "the descendants of the evil demons would forever become slaves of humanity to atone for their heinous sins". Lovean's mood suddenly turned bad. Mastma, who was on his shoulder, was also sighing.

The pet cat that was inseparable from Luo Wei'an did not attract the unusual attention of others, and in aristocratic circles, keeping a strange magical beast as a pet (of course, the rarer and the more peculiar the better) was a form of identity. Everyone saw that Lovian had a pet that no one knew, and everyone secretly admired Lovian's profound cultivation (no one believed that his manners would be that a civilian could have, so Lovian was frustrated). However, when Lovian was seen feeding his pets with his spoon and fork every time he was eating, and laughing at his purple kitten (Mastma liked to tell jokes during meals), everyone wondered if he was overly obsessed with the kitten.

In addition to eating and instructing Francis. Lovian practiced his dark spirit in the woods beside the road. With his motivation, his progress accelerated greatly, and Lovian, who happily thought about Mastma changing out of the dark blue military uniform he had long been accustomed to and putting on his skirt, began to free himself from the feeling of being at a loss and abandoning himself when he came into this world. In Mastema's words. It's like, "You're laughing more a day than you've been a year ago!"

The two demons who had long understood each other's thoughts had never directly broken the relationship between them, and Lovian wanted to wait for Mastema to be freed from the curse, and Mastema always hoped that Lovian would speak first.

Lovian carefully tapped a finger with bright purple nails on Mastma's demonic forehead.

A wisp of spiritual power crept into Mastma's body.

He could then clearly see that Mastma's purple soul was imprisoned in blue-green silk threads, and these blue-green silk threads were intertwined with each other, not only blocking the transmission of Mastma's soul fluctuations, but also connecting with her body, guiding her body to be imprisoned in a state of transfiguration.

In the purple soul, there are four black points of light moving irregularly, which is the origin of Mastma's crystal nucleus. Although the body was imprisoned, and the crystal nucleus was destroyed at the same time, the foundation of the crystal nucleus was damaged, and as long as the body was restored, it would not take long for her to regain her peak strength.

But Luo Wei'an himself is different, for five hundred years, his body has been relying on his profound essence cultivation to keep him asleep for more than five hundred years, and his origin has been damaged by destruction. Completely contrary to Mastema, his body was not greatly damaged, and the five crystal nuclei were still there, but the origin of the crystal nuclei in his soul was almost worn out, and the energy to mobilize essence was almost gone. So his one qiē had to start all over again, and apart from his understanding of power, he had almost nothing left but one breath.

In the deepest part of Mastma's purple soul was a milky white pure energy, which was extremely strange, able to ignore the blue-green energy filaments that imprisoned Mastma's body, and directly communicate with the natural energy of the outside world, so that her soul origin was in a state of being nourished all the time.

"This is the Scroll of Eternal Life, right?" Lovien guessed.

Mastma nodded his little head, "Outside is the energy of Akayl. It is also supplemented by the Immortal Scroll, which does not grow in size, but does not wear out over time. ”

Lovian tried again. A wisp of his own dark essence pierced Mastma's body with precision, and the blue kitten moved uneasily. He began to try to dissolve the magical energy of Akayl with his own energy.

"Whew-"

Masterma meowed, her big citrine-colored eyes tinged with pain.

A very small part of Akayle's blue-green energy and his own black energy were eliminated and a very small part of it disappeared, and he looked at Mastum's painful eyes with some unbearable reluctance, but he was glad that he had succeeded in dissipating some of Akayl's energy.

"Okay...... When I recover, I'll leave Akayl to breathe so that you can kill him with your own hands. Lovian found another word of comfort. I was overjoyed in my heart, and I could fool around for a few more days.

"If people don't believe you, you'll cut off his head. Then he hung his head and told me to whip the corpse. Mastma jumped up and climbed onto his shoulder, "Your apprentice is here again - he has reached the peak of the first cyclone, and his spiritual power is about to break through." ”

That's the difficulty of the dark spirit. The dark spirit, which is already difficult to progress in itself, still has to keep the perfect synchronization of the progress of spiritual power. Not fast or slow. And it can't be deliberately adjusted, and both must work equally hard to achieve real results. This alone has stumped countless demon ancestors, and no solution has been found so far.

When Lovian discovers that Francis has a rare gift of mental and physical superiority, his first thought is that the dark spirit will finally be lost. So he arranged a meditation and martial arts cultivation schedule that suited him overnight, and ordered him to strictly abide by it under the threat of denunciating him as a cadre of the Black Wings. Francis, the child, was not very rebellious, but was frightened by the coldness hidden in Lovian's elegant smile, and did not dare to travel for a minute.

Lovian jumped out of the moving carriage. The baron, who was reading the newspaper, was indifferent to anything. Francis was running over in high spirits, condensing the second cyclone. The second breakthrough of spiritual power means that it is the certificate of a mage and a knight, and his future is immeasurable! This is much better than being bullied everywhere in the Black Wings!

The two of them followed the speed of the convoy, and Luo Weian glanced at him with appreciation, and then said, "Demonstrate, I taught you the 'slashing technique' that day." ”

Actually, this is the Blood Moon Slash, but Lovian doesn't want to say the name.

Francis pointed to the silhouette of the city that was becoming clear in the distance, "Let's talk about it somewhere!"

"Huh?"

Francis immediately scrambled to take out an item from the bracer embroidered with the spatial magic array on his wrist. This metal weapon is very special, and its length is somewhat shorter, which is longer than that of a dagger. And on top of this weapon, there are actually six sets of thick axe blades, which is undoubtedly dispersing the attack power of the blade. With heavy hits alone, it may not be able to penetrate even ordinary leather armor without enough weight.

But its prototype once had a terrible name among humans - "Hell Weathervane"

This is the name of the human world for the Blood Moon at that time, and also calls his weapon, the Scepter of Doom, the "Hell's Wind Vane", which is terrifyingly hinting at the direction of the Scepter in Lovian's hand, which is the direction of the Yin Wind in Hell.

Of course, Lovian was not interested in telling his terrible deeds to the children who had to hold their battle dolls when they slept alone at night before they could fall asleep.

This weapon that mimics the Scepter of Doom is only suitable for the Dark Elemental, as its unique shape is particularly suitable for manipulating continuously, seemingly a viscous honey-like wisp of Essence.

Francis could only breathe in the flying dust, and at the same time he could only cough elegantly, swinging the hammer in his hand that was not a hammer and an axe was not an axe.

Several yellowish and blackened thin essences rushed out, drew an arc in front of them, and rushed back again, about half of which returned to Francis's meridian veins along the blade.

"Spiritual control must be strengthened! You must let the essence return to your body and complete a cycle! You must use the spirit to control your essence, this is not a simple fighting qi, this is the strongest martial art that uses your magic to constantly attach to the fighting qi!" Luo Weian immediately scolded.

Nearby, several members of the Order of Merlan in shifts looked with interest at the conversation between the master and apprentice and the strange weapon in Francis's hand.

"Lovian. What a novel theory!" said one of the young knights, Jack, whistling loudly.

Luo Wei'an had already gotten acquainted with this group of knights and their henchmen in the past few days, and he bragged loudly: "Do you know! If you had worshipped me as a teacher, now all of you can go to the Holy Land to challenge the Supreme Holy Emperor!"

The knights burst into laughter. Talco scolded with a smile: "Little guy, have you ever seen the Holy Emperor, and you shouted to challenge him?"

The other knights suddenly let out a neat "coax", and several knights said loudly: "Sir, you said that incident again! Are you not afraid that I will make you a cuckold?"

Talco scolded, "It's okay, don't get involved!" Turning his head, he pointed to Lovian and Francis, who were jogging with them, "I've been to the Holy Land and seen the Holy Emperor! Although His Majesty Sinas looks so delicate and delicate, and the beauty is incomparably exquisite, you just need to feel it carefully. You feel that no matter how brave you are, you are just a little shrimp jumping in front of the sea! so strong that you don't even despair! May the Holy Emperor bless me Osiria forever!"

The last sentence seemed to be a slogan, and all the knights and servants shouted in unison: "Holy Emperor bless Osiria forever!"

Gigmund and Bell in the middle carriage stuck their heads out. Look at the fanatical Molan knights.

"These paranoid people are going crazy. But no one can stop it!" Bell held her chin with her delicate little hands, but she could see thick calluses on her middle finger and thumb joints.

Gigmund wears a snow-white trench coat, a pair of black gloves, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses hanging from his black eyes. "This time, we are trying to put aside our old grievances and work for peace in Osiria. Although we Edelstan belong under the banner of the Holy Emperor, what is the difference between us and the Holy Sect? These knights, as long as they give them a simple faith, they will sacrifice their lives for you. Why don't we harness this power?"

Bell sighed helplessly and retracted his head. "Jiang is still old and spicy! Sister--should everyone call you aunt?

There was the Far City, the third small city they had passed through in a month.

Far away, Lovian, who was stronger in sense and mental power than humans, noticed that something was wrong. Cities tend to be a mixture of many smells, big cities tend to have more perfume and flowers, and small cities have more alcohol and vulgar rouge, but no matter what, the sudden appearance of blood in the city is an ominous omen.

Closer, they saw black smoke rising from the far corner of the small city, which was somewhere between the city and the village.

Stepping on the road to the distant city, the faces of several horsemen who had never seen blood immediately turned white and blue. The road was littered with broken carriage skeletons, as well as splattered blood and fallen horses. The flies flew up as they passed, making a deafening sound.

There were no bodies, and it seems that the wrecked convoy brought back the bodies of the victims with the help of Far Town.

The indignant knights' faces were pale, their spears buzzed in their hands, and everyone tensed their nerves and looked around with extreme sensitivity.

Gigmont was dressed in white and black boots, and stood out in a foggy land. Bell watched vigilantly around her, an obvious target.

"Knights, are you willing to give your strength?" Gigmont's voice was not loud, "for justice, dignity, and equality. ”

She was answered by the sound of fifty knights with their spears in their hands.

Gigmont indifferently glanced back at the bandof thieves still roaming the woods, and waved his hand to signal the convoy to enter the city. The knights, of course, would not be stupid enough to charge indiscriminately at night, without knowing anything about the other party, and followed the convoy to the far city.

It's a small city, but as one of the few hubs that must be passed through to the big cities in the interior, the far town receives many convoys from other countries every day.

It is also because of this that the light of gold coins attracts the attention of the greedy in this place where valuable goods flow rapidly, and near the far city, there are several bands of thieves who have been established for many years and are still haunted after many blows.

Of course, the province of Zute will not allow the thieves to do evil wantonly, but because the thieves are familiar with the local geographical environment, coupled with their vicious and consistent style, no matter how many times they are defeated by the official army, they can resurge, and within a few years, it will become a local disaster again. It has always been difficult for Yuancheng to extricate himself from the attack of the bandits.

The misery of life did not make the inhabitants of the far city abandon their homeland, even when they heard the grief-stricken cries of the caravan leaders who had been looted at the city gates, slumped by the broken wagons. The most they could do was to arrange for the city's doctors to treat the wounded, or bury the passers-by who had died under the rusty sabers of the thieves.

The convoy led by Gigmont was ordinary, but he led an escort of sixty men. Although the Meran Knight did not wear a status symbol, the momentum cultivated in countless battles with the Black Wings caused the Thieves' eyeliner to give up on this big fish that they might have to pay a lot of money to catch. (To be continued......)