On the night when the waning moon hung high, the highland palace rippled like the bottom of the water, and the silent inner court, the burning torch, and the legions surrounding the palace layered all rendered the originally quiet court into a solemn atmosphere.

Flags fluttered in the cool night breeze, and the heavily armed legions looked murderous in the light of torches and moonlight, and the walls of copper blocked the water surrounding the highland royal palace, and no one including the palace attendants was forbidden to enter or leave.

Rows of warriors stood guard on the palace walls, a protective net of tens of thousands of new troops, on wooden viaducts. The air whistled through a barrage of bayonets, hissing and reflecting the faint moonlight from the blades, and even the ground was stained with a layer of bright silver frost.

Seeing this scene, even the most dull people can see a hint of unusual atmosphere.

And the group of people with relatively high political IQ, relying on the clues from the palace year, have faintly deduced the clue of the matter - the governor of Rosevia is crazy!

With the record of defeating the angels head-on, everyone believed that the strength of the person who controlled the highland royal court was so strong that it must be infinitely close to the sixth order of deification. And in the combat power promotion of orthodox knights, apotheosis is the famous kiss of death, and there is no one in ten knights who can survive the erosion and enter the god level, and the rest will either die or give up apotheosis.

Just a few days ago, there was a massive scuffle inside the palace, with violent explosions of light and flames, and violent fluctuations of life like brimstone and flames that shook almost all of Edinburgh.

Combined with this news, and the original rank of the governor of Rossevia, there is reason to believe it through the many pairs of eyes that have watched the court with heavy ears. The man who brought heavy disaster to the Celts was mostly half-insane.

From that day on, the legions that had been stationed on the outskirts of Edinburgh and in the New Town moved into the city, and the high-ranking officials, who had frequent contact with the Celtic aristocracy, were no longer visible. However, the movement inside the palace is getting bigger and bigger day by day.

This series of circumstances shows that the Rousseville Military Administration must have been mired in serious internal strife! It is likely that the Governor's Office worked together against their former superiors and reluctantly blocked them in the palace.

The power of the Officers' Office, which controlled the Highland Kingdom, was shrinking in all respects, and under normal circumstances, this was an opportunity given by the Ancestral Spirit to the Celts. Even if they have joined the Order Alliance and do not have the courage to stand up to the Empire, they can use this opportunity to force the Doge's Office to give up a series of rights.

However, the opposite is true. Because he was beaten by a partial division of the empire before, he completely lost his temper, and the demon disaster was imminent. Rather than taking the opportunity to claim power, the Celtic hierarchy feared for the governor's personal safety. Statements have been made welcoming the "friendly defense" of the Rosevians.

Fearing that Yalei would have three longs and two shorts, he would go completely crazy or commit suicide, causing the military administration to be forced to abandon the Highland Kingdom and retreat to the southern Celts.

After all, the mainstay of the world's fight against the Demon Calamity is still the Rosevia Empire, and it has directly repelled the all-out attack of the Chaos Evil God. It can be said that it is experienced. The level does not know how high it is compared to the Celtics.

This governor is also a person who has done it with real swords and guns, and let him lead the highland kingdom to resist the demonic plague, and the whole Celtic country is relieved and supportive.

If someone else is replaced, even if it is the Freedom League or their own boss, the current Celtics will not be happy.

The reason is very simple, the Rosevia people will lose their country at most, and ordinary people should live how they live. But the Chaos Evil God is killed, and it will be exterminated!

Under such a big premise. The aristocrats began to propagate a series of chicken soup for the soul that seemed to be righteous and awe-inspiring, occupying the moral high ground, as the aristocrats began to propagate "Forget the hatred of history", "Everyone is equal in the face of disaster", and "I hate the Rossevians, but they do have a lot to learn from them".

The effect was still obvious, and the inhabitants of Edinburgh spontaneously came to the palace, placed candles across the trenches, and sincerely prayed for the great villain who had slaughtered their city.

......

Highland Kingdom, Council Chamber.

"Hahaha!"

After learning that the residents of Edinburgh were praying for their blessings, Yare couldn't help but laugh for a while, leaned back with a smile, wiped his tears and looked at Alcia who was standing in front of him seriously, and asked:

"They really think I'm going crazy, and the officer's office is in internal friction, and they're still praying for me outside?"

"Yes...... Celtic were really friendly. ”

The truth is that you're almost crazy, but you're just back in crisis, and those Celts are stupid - the blonde boy whispered to himself.

"Very good...... Things were better than I expected, and it seemed that the Celts were genuinely afraid of the scourge. ”

Although the black-haired knight smiled and wiped his tears, his heart was very bright, the Celts prayed for their blessings, of course, some of them were brain-dead, and the other part was to use their own hands to deal with the black goat mother goddess.

"What are we going to do next, are we just waiting here?" asked Kara, who was sitting at the head of the table on the right side of the table, holding her chin and a little apprehensive.

"Of course. ”

Yalei tapped the table with his left hand and said with a light smile: "The enemy is in serious internal friction and lacks a core command, if it were me, I would never give up such an opportunity." ”

"Although it is a strategy to show weakness, the time can't be delayed for too long. Sitz reminded.

"I know, wait another week. ”

The black-haired knight glanced at the former instructor and said lightly: "If the enemy doesn't make a move within a week, then I can only come to my senses." ”

"In that case, we're going to have to keep making a lot of noise this week. Lydia took a sip of a steaming glass of water.

"In that case, today is about the right time. ”

Pompey glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said to everyone: "The frequency of battles should be a little higher, and they must know that the Doge's Palace is still suffering from internal friction." ”

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen the power of the Apotheosis Knight yet. Bruno looked up, eyes shining at Arley. Said with anticipation:

"Yalei, take this opportunity today to show us some of the powers of the King of Fear!?"

"Yes, yes!"

Everyone nodded. The Apotheosis Knight is also a very vague legend for them, and if you look at the power of the head of the demon god up close, you can have a general idea in the future.

"Since you've all said so, I'm going to have to show you all today. Ya Lei was first deified, and both his heart and hands were very itchy, and the silver-haired boy mentioned it. He happily agreed.

......

In the night stained red by torches, the black-haired knight and the officer group went to the ruins of the side hall where he had lived and took a look at the still messy ground. And they began to deceive.

"Would you like to make some movement first?" Karla prompted.

"No, when I release my eyes of fear, it's not too late for you to make a move. ”

Aremo walked to a slightly flat clearing and looked up confidently. He raised his hands in the distant night sky.

Ahh

Centered on where he stands. Arcs of escaping golden electricity began to burst out of the air, and a rotating spherical force field quickly formed, enveloping the Black Knight like a transparent glass cover.

"Eyes of Fear!"

Yalei burned with a magma-like glow, and a massive distorted force field slowly vibrated around him, surging down the black-haired knight's hands into the starry night sky.

Click!

It was as if something had been torn open in the deep night sky. A pitch-black hole twisted and quickly opened, faintly revealing a dark red light of blood. It was as if a wound had been poked at the Sky Curtain. Blood spilled from the wound.

The blood light sprinkled the night sky within three hundred yards in diameter like a thick red slurry, and the moonlight shone faintly, as if it was also dyed red by blood, exuding a scarlet glow.

Whew!

The blood light spiraled and twisted, forming a huge vertical pupil overlooking the earth, and countless dark red threads spread out around the edge of the pupil, and these red threads slowly swirled in the night sky, like dense blood threads in the pupils.

"Hahahahahaha!

The black-haired knight looked straight up, raised his hands and stretched out his hands to the void, with a certain fanaticism in his eyes, and the golden thunder suddenly exploded between heaven and earth with his low roar:

"Come out, undead scourge!"

The movement in the night slowed down the speed of the floating flight, and the twisted lightning that evaporated from Yalei's body turned into a rotating cylindrical thunder channel, and rushed towards the Eye of Fear in the sky.

The Eye of Fear, the basic power of the Lord of Fear, the head of the Demon God, and like all Demon Gods, it also has the ability to summon demon legions to serve itself.

Essentially, this is a space-folding power, which, depending on the user's power, can summon negative energy beings willing to serve him, but only if you know where they are.

The black-haired knight didn't know where hell was, so he couldn't summon an army of demons willing to serve the Lord of Fear, so he cast the radiation of the Eye of Fear on the whole of Edinburgh.

Although it is not possible to pull out an army of demons, it is not appropriate to create an army of the undead-Yare thought optimistically.

At this moment, the night sky was covered with crimson blood light, the wind was blowing from outside the courtyard, the grass and trees all over the courtyard were swaying, everyone held their breath, and looked at the blood-red pupils above their heads, no one dared to make a single sound-worthy of the power of the head of the demon god, the momentum was so great.

The light of the Eye of Fear was at its limit, revealing a blinding red light that was impossible to look at in the night, and in the huge blood-colored halo, there were bursts of breathtaking overlapping roars, like huge drum beats, getting closer and closer.

Whoosh!

The blood-colored giant eyes projected hundreds of pillars of dark red light, like hundreds of spears of heavenly light piercing through the ruins, stabbing towards the ruins of the palace.

Everyone couldn't help but cover their eyes, and at this moment, Yalei felt a huge suction force erupt from the Eye of Fear, draining the power from his body.

Boom!

The pillar of light touched the ground, blasting the already messy ruins into a thousand holes, and in the violent tremor, a cloud of dust rose up in the space, and the eyes of fear in the night were shattered.

The black-haired knight fell to the ground without saying a word, and everyone rushed over to help him without caring to see what was being called.

"Are you alright?"

"What's going on?"

"Are you hurt?"

Several people rushed up and asked.

"Feeling...... The body is hollowed out ......"

Yalei's body was stiff at the moment, his breathing was weak, his face was blue and pale, and he looked completely like he was dying or dying.

"Don't panic, I know!"

Lydia clasped her hands together and said calmly, "The boss is not injured...... It must have been too much consumption of the Eye of Fear, he was drained of strength, and it would be good to rest for a while. ”

"That's right!

Everyone immediately turned around, wanting to see the undead calamity summoned by the head of the demon god, only to see hundreds of erratic figures walking towards them in the smoke and dust.

The two at the head, one in a black tight-fitting leather jacket, were tall and slender, with no head above the neck, only a cloud of black smoke, and a clipboard in their hands.

The other, dressed in a gorgeous maid outfit, floated an inch off the ground with her feet in silver high heels, her long purple hair draped over her shoulders, and her beautiful face was full of curious expressions.

"It's ......," Bruno rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Could it be ......" Lydia took a step back, a strange expression on her pretty face.

"Isn't this Pomegranate and Bag!?" Kara's eyes widened as she looked at the familiar figure on her face.

"What?"

The black-haired knight struggled to prop himself up, looked at the "undead scourge" summoned by the Eye of Fear, and fixed his eyes to see that it was Bag and Pomegranate.

"Isn't it a scourge of the dead...... Why are you there?" Goethe spread his hands, his face uncertain.

Miss Headless Horsemann quickly finished writing, and then held up the clipboard:

"The vitality is too strong, and the undead don't like it, but because I felt the call of the lord, I followed it. The process was very uncomfortable, it was a nasty experience. ”

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm

"What about the other undead?"

Jarley faintly heard the sound of his heart shattering, and he raised his head unwillingly, looking at the figure floating in the dust, and his expression suddenly fell—it was the ghost maid of Glamorgan and the jack-o'-lantern.

Because it was my own talent who rushed over...... This undead scourge has eggs...... The consumption is also very large!

“......”

Everyone looked at each other, at the bloody night, and at the ghosts that were wandering around the palace, and the huge gap between them and their expectations made them speechless for a while.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Goethe felt that this was a great opportunity to curry favor with his superiors, and after clearing his throat and attracting the attention of everyone, he hurriedly said in a loud voice:

"Actually, the Governor's eyes of fear are not as useless as we think...... Send a letter or something...... It can save a little time. ”

“......”

The black-haired knight squinted at him like he was looking at a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. (To be continued.) )