With an upright body and a clenched scepter, the former princess is now a veritable lion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was no retreat, or at this moment, the feeling of fear in the heart of the eldest princess of the empire Sophia had long been gone, and the scepter in her hand conveyed a rare warmth, as if the deceased mother held her hand, and led the young Sophia under the vines with a smile to stroll along the paths of the palace.

"I, the daughter of Lane, the lion of the Empire!" resounded in the sky, symbolizing the toddler, babbling lion cub finally growing fangs and claws, becoming the hero of the Violet Grand Duke's hope.

The burst of color, the unconcealable emotion with this word, became the best annotation of Sophia's life, the angry waves in his hand seemed to feel the fog in the holder's heart disperse, the resolute look in his eyes, and the three halberd blades burst out with a light that shook the heavens and the earth.

"How is that possible?" Watching the mortal who had never known how to use the angry waves bring out a dazzling brilliance, the skeleton Rasfil let out an incredulous sound, never thinking that a mortal would be recognized by the goddess only by virtue of his knowledge of his own existence and fearless courage.

But no amount of consternation can stop Princess Sophia's actions at this moment and the moving light, which is like the golden sun rising in the darkness, the light of ten thousand rays shining on the earth, the darkness fades quickly in the dazzling brilliance, and the despair also turns into a nightmare memory at the moment when hope rises, which is the gift that the goddess brings to mortals, and it is also the goddess's recognition of Princess Sophia, the holder of the angry waves.

As a king, there is a sense of sacrifice, and as a human being, there is an obligation to fight against darkness.

What a long responsibility, what a bright light, the three-pillar demon god dragging the stump looked at the rising light, felt the courage and faith brought by that mortal, and began to inexplicably miss the original battle, and those mortals at the beginning, thousands of years of time, thinking that something would always be consumed, but what I didn't expect was that when it came again, except for such a prosperous scene that did not match the beginning, everything else was exactly the same and had never changed.

Mortals are truly a beautiful race, and the towering demon god opened his eyes, straightened his body, and brought his companion in the palm of his hand behind his back, becoming a solid wall to meet the familiar light.

Goddess, your colors are still so dazzling!

The bursting light, the body moving forward step by step, dragging the torso eroded by power, leaving warm blood, Betley's lion, holding the angry waves, walked to the feet of the towering demon god.

Everything was replaced by light, everything fell into an extremely white color, the sword master who was far away on the battlefield involuntarily put down the sword in his hand, and looked at the place where the light rose and exploded, his cheeks were inexplicably stained with tears, and in the light that had bloomed from the beginning, the peak sword master felt that his familiar friend was disappearing little by little, dying little by little.

Is this your strategy, Grand Duke Violet!

The feelings of grief and indignation turned into sharp sword lights, shocking the demons around him, blood and beacon fire were intertwined around the sword saint, the dancing sword was like a torrent of catharsis, there was no trace of stay, there was no trace of turn, only the charge, forward, is the strongest emotion in the heart of the sword saint at this moment.

The cathartic emotions can't stop the explosion of the sky-rushing light, and the galloping sword blade can't stop the endless stream of demons, every step, every step taken by the sword saint, is full of blood and corpses everywhere, Shengang, this former pride, seems out of reach at this moment, and the light like a beacon fire has also become a lamentation for the soldiers.

"My lord!" blood soaked the face of the clerk on the side, who was not good at fighting, in this place where demons were infested, he had already told the cruelty of the Sword Saint War with a long scar on his face.

"How many more?"

"Ten miles, ten miles. Without too many words, the conversation between the two was short and forceful.

"How many?"

"Fourteen thousand. Even though the war was so fierce, the clerk kept a firm record of every soldier he lost, even if the number of survivors was the best he could have imagined.

"What about the other two?"

"It's still a mile away. ”

"Then, keep charging, towards the rising light. ”

"Yes!"

The clerk who used to just write some paperwork in the office, when he answered this yes, he already had a trace of the consciousness of an iron-blooded soldier, and looking at the clerk with a bloodstained face beside him, the sword saint Simmel suddenly spoke: "I remember that your fiancée is a civilian?"

"My lord has a good memory, we agreed to get married when we recaptured Shenzhen and Hong Kong, but I'm afraid it's impossible now?" the clerk smiled shyly.

"Why?"

"She's the one who likes my face the most, but now ....."

"After I go back, it will be held in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, and I will be a witness for you, in Shenzhen and Hong Kong. Ignoring how inconsistent his remarks were at this moment, and ignoring the stunned eyes of the clerk beside him, Simel grinned and handed out the sword in his hand again, but at this time, Ling Ran's sword was full of indomitable determination, let yourself send a final elegy to your friend.

Whether the elegy played by the sword blade was transmitted to the ears of the lion of Betley, perhaps no one would know, only the princess holding the angry waves, her steps became more and more calm, and the arrogance between her eyebrows turned into the unique grandeur of the Ryan clan little by little.

The power of the goddess is eroding the princess's body, and the dark demonic energy is also intertwined around her, this may be the princess's last journey, but her heart is rarely full of satisfaction that she has never felt before.

Mortals stood beside the demon god surrounded by darkness and despair with light and hope, and then, the light that soared into the sky, the undying hope, ignited in the mortal's weak body, scorching the darkness and dispelling despair.

The broken demon god, in a little bit of fading, in the fearlessness of mortals and the glory of the goddess, returned to chaos, and waited for the next return, the towering demon shadow dissipated in the light, and the demon god in the palm of his hand left a rare drop of pure white tears, whether he was thanking the three-pillar demon god for blocking the fatal injury for himself in the end, or grieving the death of his companion.

The Five Pillars Demon God didn't understand the emotions in her heart at the moment, but she was very sure that this war was far from over, and the darkness would never stop like this.

The determination of the demon god did not dissipate with the death of his companion, just like the counterattack of mortals will not stop because of the fall of the lion, they will only admire the rise of another lion of the Ryan family, although this rise is only for a short moment.

The light dimmed with the death of the bearer's life, and the pillar of light was extinguished little by little, until finally, the light like a thin thread broke and disappeared in Sophia's eyes, and the eyes of the proud and proud, only belonging to the Ryan clan, were finally closed.

The body is like dust and disappears with the wind, but the glory is forever resting on the deep port, this Betley's pride, watching the fall of two lions, one in the darkness, the other to the light.

The raging waves stood obliquely, and the lion slept peacefully, but the pace of the charge was getting closer and closer.