When the Grand Master fell, the whirling cross sword in his hand fell into the flower bed two meters away, and suddenly it was like a big leather ball jumping around, bounced and jumped, shattering the two begonias, and then slowed down and stopped, turning into a seven-section sword blade, lying on the ground like a string of squid fillets. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ferdinand jumped down, lifted the Black Cross with both hands, lifted it like a drunkard, and sighed as he struck the blade: "I thought the Teutonic Knights would offer it, but I didn't expect it to be used as a wood knife by you - it's a pity that it's too heavy for me to control." ”

The Grand Master propped up the red carpet under the water, struggled to prop up his upper body, and raised his left hand tremblingly, swaying towards his beloved Black Cross Sword.

"Little black ......," he muttered.

When Ferdinand found out that the Grand Master loved this sword, he immediately ignited the pleasure of revenge, and casually pushed the cross sword to the forbidden army to hold it, and walked leisurely to the pool of blood soaked in his ankles, walked to the side of the Grand Master, and sneered at him: "Little Black, my God, you still named a sword?

"I'm going to destroy you in front of it!" the Grand Master's visor spewed white mist, panting and cursing. He lives tenaciously and dies without stiffness.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it. Destroy me, please. Ferdinand bent over happily, shaking his head and pleading.

"If, if," Grand Master gasped violently, his right hand fell into the water, and he struggled to support himself, "If I am more diligent and my divine power value exceeds one thousand, I will definitely reverse the liver area and detonate the blood vessels, in exchange for the Heavenly Punishment Fire that burns the sky, with ...... to enforce human justice ...... with unprecedented violence"

Ferdinand felt familiar, it seemed to be a prayer of faith recited by the Teutonic knight during his penance, and it was not known what he meant by reciting it before he died.

"I know, I know. 'Divine radiance is the power of angels, and the knights are in charge. The radiance of divine grace is also the fire of heavenly punishment, which scorches the earth. This is the original text of the prayer. The general idea is that the knightly class with the radiation of divine grace formed a monarchical dynasty, but the power of the radiation of divine grace reached a certain threshold, which would cause the knights to turn into the fire of heavenly punishment, scorching the earth and igniting the sky, representing God's punishment of God's enemies, and also God's punishment of the knights themselves. Ferdinand interrupted him rudely, seemingly well aware of the internal principle: "But you are only a paladin, and the uranium concentration is only enough to produce the angel pupil phenomenon, and it is far from the equivalent that triggers the chain reaction." Who are you scaring about?"

Ferdinand suddenly caught a glimpse of Grand Master's right hand slowly moving in the pool of blood, already clutching a broken flaming sword.

The sound of horses' hooves was clearly audible, and the cavalry had already rushed over, but to no avail.

"You......" Ferdinand's eyes widened. He saw that Grand Master's wounds were not bleeding at all, and suddenly realized that the wound created by the Rapier was too small, and that the wound might be suppressed by Grand Master with hemostasis, so that he could continue to survive tenaciously.

"Countless people have died because of you, and this is the revenge of blood. The Grand Master panted and raised his head, his arrogant corona helmet trembling with the words. Then he clutched the hilt of his flaming sword in a pool of blood, suddenly pulled out of the water, and pressed the firing button fiercely.

The blazing hilt of the sword, dripping with the serum of countless high-level knights, burst out with sparks, and a ball of flame burst into action, instantly igniting the serum flowing on the hilt, so the flame was like a flying little snake, following the hilt of the sword, swimming into a pool of blood, and immediately spreading with the momentum of a prairie fire, instantly igniting the transparent serum on the pool of blood.

The sound of horses' hooves approached rapidly, but it was still too late.

Ferdinand remained hunched and taunted, but his eyes widened in horror. Before he could move, they were engulfed in a raging fire.

The knights, who enrich uranium with their livers, produce the unstable high-energy substance "Fire Elemental" into their blood, giving them infinite power.

As a descendant of the Templars, Lancelot extracted his own blood to purify a serum full of fire element, infused with a powered sword, which could be used to power the sword.

As the heir of the Teutonic Knights, the Grand Master knew very well that the unstable fire elemental was dissolved in the serum. Just because human blood is rich in buffer proteins, normal blood does not explode, so knights are usually safe. But once the blood flows out, settles down, and divides into two layers, then the pure fire element will all dissolve in the clear serum and float dangerously in the upper layer.

At this time, the serum is an incomparable explosive, rich in huge energy, comparable to the explosives of the mountain.

Grand Master lured Ferdinand over to taunt him, just waiting for this moment.

When Ferdinand's eyes were filled with flames, he seemed to hear an unruly laugh wafting from the helmet of the corona: "After all, I have to escort you to hell." ”

Then Grand Master happily fires with his flaming sword and detonates the serum.

An earth-shattering flame suddenly burst up, the red carpet, the mountain of corpses, and the pool of blood merged into one, spewing out a hundred meters of flames, like a man's rebellious soul, arrogantly licking the clouds;

Life should be like a free lone wolf, arrogant and domineering, and death is a red lotus karmic fire, standing up to the sky!

When the lamp ran out of oil, before the success was completed, the Grand Master used the fire of jade to fulfill his long-suppressed long-cherished wish, and buried the unprepared Ferdinand in the devastating flames.

Fame and fortune, and hegemony for thousands of years, all followed Ferdinand's body, and was engulfed by the swollen fireball. No matter how much ambition you have, sooner or later you will turn into ashes. Ferdinand thought that he could ignore the righteous judgment because he was rich and powerful, but in the end he was caught off guard by a mad wolf who fell off the altar.

The hooves of the dragoons were already approaching, and the ranks of the forbidden army had just parted like a tide, causing the vanguard of the dragoons to rush into the square, just in time to witness this magnificent scene. The billowing smoke filled the sky, making it suspicious that the entire capital would be able to look at this majestic pillar of fire.

A sharp arrow swooped into the pillar of fire.

After 0.5 seconds, a violent explosion occurred in the pool of blood, and a more intense shock wave sent the flames higher into the blue sky, like the light of chivalry, illuminating the square as bright as day.

Then, the horizontal shock wave unfolded, and all the dragoons' horses were frightened, neighing, turning their heads and running, rushing wildly, trampling and wailing all over the field.

The palace forbidden army within 20 meters was overturned by the shock wave that rushed in front of them, and the human body flew into the air like locusts that took off at the same time.

Because the screams of human beings were all covered by the roar of the explosion, and the eardrums of witnesses were temporarily deaf by the bombardment of the air, the world lost its sound and became a "buzzing" silence, with only light and silence.

The flames slammed into the glass of the palace, and the sentinels in the corridor were slapped against the walls, and the flesh and clothes were flattened on the wallpaper by the shock wave, turning into a puddle of pancakes, and peeling off the jagged and bright red bones, leaving a skeleton shelf, standing in a "big" shape on a red-fried wall.

The old king's skeleton has a golden crown on it, which shows that he is extraordinary, and he looks like a maverick, standing out from the crowd among the rows of skeletons.

The last king of the Habsburg dynasty died.

The officer who handed Ferdinand the sword was so proud that he was blasted into the sky, only to find his remains on the roof afterwards. The scene was terrible.

The outer glass of the palace was shattered, and the glass shards spilled down like hailstones, scaring Elena in the other palace.

The giant fountain in the center of Schönbrunn Fountain was pushed to the bottom of the mountain by the shockwave, creating an artificial waterfall that doused all the dragoons in a face-splitting manner.

When the aftermath of the shaking of the earth and the mountains was extinguished, the square was like harvested grass, so neat that there was not a single person left standing. Whether the forbidden army was dead or alive, they all lay on the ground, and they were in a mess.

The structure of the palace was damaged by the bombing, the buildings were slightly crooked, and the corridors were all turned into slopes.

It took a long time for people's hearing to slowly recover, and they could hear cries all over the place, as if the world was in turmoil. The scorching air still grilled the skin of the Praetorian Army, the fiery horses still roared and jumped up, and some of the Praetorian Army, disfigured by the hot air, curled up in a ball and wept lowly.

The flames in mid-air dissipated, and the pillar of fire that soared into the sky finally broke its waist, and only the fire and smoke in the clouds still remained, slowly spreading into a low mushroom, rolling and obscuring the starry sky.

When everyone came back to their senses from the disaster and realized that they were still alive, they began to look around, and everyone first saw the figures standing in the square.

A wet and beautiful girl in green stood in the fountain, her hunting ranger's cloak falling into the water, her blonde hair flying in the air, and she carried a two-meter-long golden longbow and looked up at the statue of Venus in front of her.

Above the statue of Venus stands the Grand Priest of Victoria, dressed in hunting. She carried a corpse with an expressionless face, her long black hair fluttering up and down behind her, and frowned and asked, "Alice, your archery skills have improved." ”

The elf in green raised her chin and smiled, "Victoria, you have become a great priest. ”

The ranks of dragoons suddenly separated, and a general galloped out. Admiral Farina burst into the square in a bright red cloak, and his horse neighed and jumped, and then he took a closer look at the flaming palace and saw a charred corpse with a ring nailed to the palace corridor with an arrow, and its clothes had long since been burned, except for the corpse hanging from the shaft of an alloy arrow.

Then Admiral Farina suppressed his ecstasy, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and then turned his horse's head and let out a cry of grief and indignation: "Prince Ferdinand is martyred! Organize a medical team immediately, evacuate the wounded soldiers, summon the forbidden army to isolate the scene, and the dragoons enter to search for the survivors!"

"You shot your boss. Victoria sneered at the Elven Ranger, "Congratulations, congratulations." ”

"You're carrying a corpse, too. The proud elven archer sneered. (To be continued.) )