Section 604 - Woe to the East

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All the saints landed on the flying boats, and although the three flying boats that were advancing side by side still looked intact, they had an inexplicable desolate tinge to them.

Without the protection of the saints and flying boats, those ordinary soldiers would face an overwhelming spell slaughter, but they would have no power to fight back, and the fate of the Eastern Crusade army can be imagined.

There was a dead silence on the deck of the flying boat, and the saints who had experienced many battles in succession were all preoccupied with each other, and there was no sound.

The Eastern Crusade that the Holy Emperor and His Majesty Caesar had been actively preparing for a long time now did not seem to be as smooth as expected, and even had the possibility of defeat.

"Meferon!"

Standing on one of the flying boats, repelled by the other High Saints, Odin, who was standing alone in the corner, suddenly called out to one of the High Saints.

"What?"

Senior Saint Meferon looked at him suspiciously.

"Follow me!"

Odin didn't say much, and walked straight to the aft deck of the flying boat without looking back.

Meferon hesitated for a moment, and immediately followed.

There weren't many people at the end of the boat, and Odin sent the vigilant saints and soldiers around him, and casually unleashed a soundproof holy art.

A faint light shrouded the ten paces.

In the distance, the figure of the Dongtu machine boat has long been out of sight.

"What's the matter?"

Meferon frowned, he felt as if the other party had something important to say to him.

"Meferon, do you really have no ideas?"

Odin's words sounded clueless and without warning.

Mei Feilong paused for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

"The empire lost a million troops, the vassal states also lost eight hundred thousand, and the Holy Court paid such a big price and got nothing in the end!"

Odin slowly turned around and looked at the clouds in the distance.

The army trapped in the capital of the Fengxuan King has not been completely wiped out at this moment, but their fate is already sealed.

"Do you Sibia have the courage?"

Knowing each other, the High Saint Meferon and Odin played dumb riddles.

"A Sibia family doesn't dare, what if you add the Abs family?"

Odin's smile was unfathomable.

The high-ranking saint in front of him is from the Abs family, and as one of the high-ranking members of the Holy Court, he has a lot of voice in the family.

His words were already showing his heart and temptation.

Mei Feilong's expression gradually became serious, he lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and then spoke again: "Two families are not enough, at least three must be enough to have enough courage. ”

He needs to assess the risk, whether it's worth it or not.

"Sibia can convince the Trilaya family. ”

A hint of joy flashed in Odin's eyes, and the other party did not directly refuse him.

"The Arbus family has been friends with the Tiberium family for generations. ”

A smile appeared on Mayferon's face, and he was serious.

Once you have made a choice, you have no turning back.

From this moment on, the two high-ranking saints were on the same side.

"Four families, that's enough!"

Odin finally let out a long sigh of relief and nodded vigorously in satisfaction.

"What about them?"

Mayferon's gaze swept over the rest of the Flying Boat and the other two Flying Boats.

Odin's face sank, and he snorted coldly, "Let them go! ”

He still remembered clearly how several other high-ranking saints had framed themselves and colluded with Merlin, except for the relationship between the Holy Court, in fact, the two sides had already become strangers.

"It's a pleasure to work together!"

Merlin raised his hand, and the House of Abs, who represented him, and Odin, who represented the House of Sibia, gave each other three high-fives.

The division of the Holy Court was inevitable, and many saints threw themselves into the Eastern Holy Court without hesitation.

Merlin and the others still ignore the Wuzi insistence, but they are competing against the general trend, and there will be no good fruit to eat after all.

Utterly disappointed with these hopeless fellows, Odin could not accompany them to the bottomless abyss, but found like-minded allies.

Although Meferon was equally arrogant, he was not as old-fashioned as the others, and it was easy to find common interests with Odin.

People's minds have changed, the Eastern Crusade has failed, the damage has been heavy, and the situation caused by the division has been worsened, and the Western Holy Court is no longer as majestic as it used to be because of a mistake.

For the two high-ranking saints and the families behind them, there may be unimaginable huge interests in the Eastern Earth Holy Court, and with only four families dividing up, there is no need to care about those hungry wolves in the Senate.

Far to the far west, in the Holy City of Light, at the foot of the Holy Mountain, a towering tree rises in the middle of a garden surrounded by white buildings.

Between the light and shadow, bright stardust-like dots of light slowly flew out from among the branches and leaves, drifting in all directions, falling on every corner of the Bright Holy City.

Devout believers, ascetic saints, day and night, can see this sacred tree of light in the middle of the holy city, the greatest blessing left by the gods to the world.

The pure, clear snow water that melts from the sacred mountain nourishes the sacred tree of light, crisscrossing the waterways that can be found everywhere, providing the entire holy city with essential water for life.

An old man with white hair, a white plain robe, and a thorn ring on his head sat cross-legged on the leafy main branch with his eyes closed in meditation, and every point of light containing the power of pure light fell on the robe, causing faint ripples visible to the naked eye.

The pure power of light washes the old man's body and mind, and listens to the instructions from the light.

Outside the garden, some of the city's inhabitants even had the opportunity to see the Holy Emperor meditating on the Sacred Tree of Light, bowing reverently and smiling happily.

The Holy Emperor, who ruled the entire Westerner Empire with His Majesty Caesar, who had the title of "Ten Thousand Kings", slowly opened his eyes, looked at the skyline in the east, and suddenly felt something, and blurted out: "The evil will come out, and disaster will arise in the East!"

As soon as these eight words came out, the Victor Holy Emperor frowned slightly, and he felt that the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart came from the east.

Could something have changed?

"William!"

His Majesty the Holy Emperor called softly, and a young man covered in silver gorgeous armor walked out of the corner of the garden, walked quickly to the Holy Tree of Light, half-knelt beside the thick knotted roots, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, what do you command?"

Every piece of armor leaf on his body is exquisitely like a work of art, and there is a faint resonance between them, this is the standard armor of the Holy Court Guard, not only is it beautiful, but it is also blessed with holy arts, which can withstand the full force of ten high-level saints in a row.

William is the captain of the Holy Court Guard, most favored by the Holy Emperor Victor, and his loyalty and talent are unquestionable.

Victor Holy Emperor said with a solemn face: "I think that the East will be uneasy, or something may happen, send someone to the East to investigate, if there is news, report back quickly." ”

He never ignored this sudden intuition, which was perhaps a hint from the gods to himself, which must have meant something.

"Yes!"

William, the captain of the Holy Guard, thumped his chest hard and stood up as he prepared to retreat.

"How are the Titans doing these days?"

The Titan in the mouth of the Holy Emperor Victor is the saint of this generation.

The young man who was born into a slave, tall and burly, and simple-minded, was sent to the Holy City of Light to participate in the selection because he resonated with the Holy Force during a certain Holy Light Mass, and successfully passed the baptism of the Holy Fire, becoming the only lucky one among more than 1,000 young people to stand out.

The holy fire baptism ceremony of the saints selected by the Bright Holy Court is naturally not the kind where Merlin takes a cage to lock Li Xiaobai and constantly adds firewood to burn it to death, and it will not kill people, at most it will hurt a little vitality, and it can recover in a few days of recuperation.

After the saint's aura was added, the resources of the entire Holy Court were concentrated on this young man named Titan, with a senior saint as a mentor, teaching holy arts and martial arts, striving to ignite the holy flame as soon as possible, take over the staff of sanctions in Victor's hand, and succeed him as the new Holy Emperor.

Although the origin of this saint was not good, Victor did not care, he considered himself lucky, at least he did not have to worry about being like the previous Holy Emperors, because there was no successor, so the crown and scepter were left vacant for a long time.

William, the captain of the Holy Court Guard, said respectfully: "His Highness the Titan is very hardworking, and his holy power cultivation is not much different from that of an intermediate saint, maybe there is only one chance left to stimulate the Holy Flame." ”

Maybe it's really the choice of the God of Light, every generation of Holy Emperors is a benevolent and benevolent person, even if it is a Saint Titan, he has not forgotten his roots because of his current identity, and has a kindness that is completely different from his rough appearance.

At this moment, a Saint Court Guardian dressed in the same exquisite silver armor hurriedly arrived, came to the Bright Sacred Tree, half-knelt beside the Captain William of the Guard, bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, Captain William, the Titan is gone, he left a note, saying that his cultivation has encountered a bottleneck, it is difficult to advance an inch, and he has never been able to ignite the Holy Flame, and he is ashamed of the cultivation of His Majesty and the Holy Court, so he went to the East for training." ”

"What?"

Victor Holy Emperor and Captain William of the Holy Court Guard exclaimed in unison.

The Guardian of the Holy Court, who had come in a hurry to report it, hurriedly took out the note left by the Saint Titan and held it in his hand.

Victor was a little hesitant, could it be that his uneasiness was due to the sudden departure of the Saint Titan?

Not only the Titans, but when the saints in the Holy Court encountered a bottleneck, they also chose to go out for ascetic or various situations to find opportunities for breakthroughs.

Captain William took the note, glanced at it, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, it is indeed the handwriting of the Titan!"

Victor Holy Emperor's eyes froze, the note rose without wind, flew higher and higher, and soon fell into his hands, but he sighed and said: "William, you take someone to protect the Titans secretly, be sure to protect them thoroughly." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The departure of the saints is definitely a big deal in the Holy Court, William nodded, and quickly left the Holy Court with the guards who reported the news.

A moment later, more than a dozen flying horses soared into the sky, flew out of the Bright Holy City, and gradually moved away in the direction of the rising sun.

In the distant eastern lands, the Great Devil Li is in a lot of trouble.

Most of the warlocks of the Five Palaces and Seven Sects ran away, and they also abducted a main battle-type war machine boat, which was just a small trouble for him, and it was not enough to make him feel annoyed.

This trouble was right in front of his eyes, a grass turtle the size of a basin, talking noisily endlessly.

“...... Li Gongzi, Li Gongzi, football has finally found you, thousands of miles long, but it's really far, it's not easy to come along the way, and I have met a lot of demon clans, but football is not afraid of them......"

Let's go, this grass turtle is a little bigger than the last time Li Xiaobai saw it, and this thousands of miles of running around has actually strengthened the demonic aura on its body a lot.

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