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The winds and frosts of early spring are not weaker than those of harsh winter.

Snowflakes are still falling in large patches.

At the gate of the city, it is no longer as relaxed as before.

Since the awakening of Saint Augustine, the whole of Asgard has become completely different.

Take the city gates, for example.

In the past, even if the war on the front line was tight, at most three or five people were guarding the city gate, which was too much.

Now there are two shifts a day, and each shift has a team of more than 30 people patrolling.

Because Asgard has become a closed domain, brewing a force that can sweep the world.

At this time, there must not be a slight mistake.

Absolutely no information can be allowed to leak out.

This is a besieged city, and the people inside can't get out, and the people outside can't get in.

Today's rotation was the 4th Squad of the 3rd Regiment of the Asgardian Holy City Defense Society, led by two Templars.

Therefore, no one in the team dared to make any lax and lazy moves.

I am afraid that I will be corrected on the spot by the Templars.

After the Saints awoke, Asgard had entered a state of full martial law.

Templars have a great deal of self-determination and can be executed if they violate the Provisional Ordinance.

Such a solemn aura made the entire holy city depressed and heavy.

By this time, it had come to the afternoon, but the sky was still gray.

The snow was falling heavier than before.

None of the soldiers at the city gate dared to make any angry noise, and they all maintained a posture, staring at the world beyond the city gate, for fear of missing a message that might pose a great threat.

The snow fell another inch.

There was a soldier whose armor was already covered with snowflakes, and he couldn't help but shake his shoulders slightly.

It was this moment that the leader of the squad, a Templar, shot a stern look at him.

His face froze, and he struggled to control his body from shaking.

But the snow on his shoulders didn't know why, and he couldn't control it anymore.

The snow was shaking violently.

It's not just the snow on the shoulders of this person.

The snow shook from the shoulders of every soldier defending the city.

The snow falling from the sky was shaking.

This tremor made the faces of the two leading Templars change.

They knew that this jitter was very abnormal and dangerous.

Something terrible must be approaching.

The two of them condensed the dark power on their bodies at the same time, and the soldiers in the squad also made a combat posture.

Then they saw a flash of red in the snow in the distance.

At first, it feels like an illusion.

A collective hallucination that everyone saw.

But the next second.

The illusion came to everyone very really.

It was a woman dressed in red.

Her eyes were cold and bewitching.

She suddenly appeared in front of the soldiers defending the city.

The next moment, it disappeared as if it had never existed in this world.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Three seconds later.

The Templars let out a terrible siren.

Enemy attack.

When the signal for the enemy attack was issued, the red-clothed man had already appeared on the sacred mountain of Salem, which was as steep as a sword.

In the depths of the church, under the dim light, the church father Hohenheim, who was looking at an ancient book with great interest, seemed to suddenly feel something, looked up at the oil lamp on the table in front of him, took off his glasses, stood up and stretched.

"Is it finally here?" he muttered to himself.

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Yves Saint Laurent.

Emerald Jade.

It's nearly early afternoon in the Red Maple Leaf Plaza.

It's a mess.

Artoria drove the monarch and stood next to the dead Clermont, seemingly unable to move anymore.

Beyond the completely shattered Red Maple Leaf Square, there were the guards of the Emerald City who were at a loss for what to do.

Also at a loss were the Knights of the Round Table on the balcony.

Only the Teutonic Knights, as always in ancient tradition, stood by their king's side bravely, fearlessly, and loyally, and posed with absolute strength in the face of an enemy that might not be able to be defeated at all.

In the whole scene, only the breath of two people was calm and turbulent.

That is Su Junyan and Reinhardt.

They each stood at opposite ends of the Red Maple Leaf Square, relatively silent.

The whole picture, under the rendering of the slanting sun in the afternoon, actually looks like a picture scroll with heavy ink.

The name is "Yves Saint Laurent when the maple leaves are not in their prime".

"Your Excellency Saint wants to see an old friend, but I'm afraid it's too late today. Su Junyan looked at Reinhardt, who was standing at the other end, shook his head slightly, and signaled to him, Artoria has exhausted his strength today, and I am afraid that there is no way to show him those powerful magic power weapons anymore.

"That's right. Reinhardt shook his head slightly, "That's a shame." ”

Hearing the sigh, it was as if he really wanted to see those legendary mechs and not do something else.

Since I can't see it today, I can only leave.

"Su Junyan, if you want to protect Saint Laurent, we won't stop you. At this time, Ximen Yelou spoke, and he spoke more directly, "We came today, all we asked for was the three armed forces of Zhenguo, and if we got it, we would leave." ”

He didn't say what he couldn't do.

But with his character of Ximen Yelou, there is nothing in this world that he can't get, and if he can't get it, he will smash all those who stop him from taking it.

"Your Excellency Ximen, didn't you say that in front of the real powerhouse, the magic power is armed, but it's just a toy?" Su Junyan didn't answer directly, but asked him rhetorically with what Ximen Yelou said before.

"Hmph, boy, don't you want to block me with words, I said what, but today I just want to take the three weapons of the town and the country, can't I take it back as an ornament?"

He had said that before, but that was before, and he said it, and he didn't think that now, and if others still thought he thought so, he would have beaten that person to death.

It's as simple as that.

"You also said, I want to protect Saint Laurent, the three armed forces of the town and the country, which is the foundation of Saint Laurent, if it is given to you, how can Saint Laurent still be called Saint Laurent?" Su Junyan was still trying to work hard.

"You have to think clearly, you have to face it, but I'm not alone. Ximen Nighttower said no more, "Do you want to follow in your father's footsteps?"

Su Mubai, trapped in Asgard, does not know life and death.

"I ...... Want to try it. Su Junyan was silent for a second and held the arc knife at his waist.

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The second more. (To be continued.) )