Betley Imperial Capital Yasar, a rare heavy snow fell in the middle of summer, Winter Snow stopped his steps, and exerted his power to the fullest, which is the precursor of the demon attack, the wrath of winter. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cold moonlight is quietly projected on every street of Yasar, and the cold wind follows the footsteps of the moonlight to brush through this historic royal capital, but now the royal capital is no longer the city that never sleeps in the mouth of the world, but a place of war shrouded by cold winds and winter, the silvery white snow covers every corner of the royal capital, and the black rats that once lived only in the sewers also flow through the streets as frequently as if they had been licensed, leaving a string of thin footprints on the snow, accompanied by the slipping of a piece of snow at the eaves, and the sound of the stirring made the animals hiding in the house flee one after another, ratsCockroaches, and even one or two gray badgers appeared in the fleeing procession, and the sound of rustling suddenly continued to sound, and in these voices, a heavy step was particularly piercing, and a tall figure appeared on the side of a slender street in the moonlight.

At the end of the street, a faint bonfire flickered in the howling wind, and tall figures followed the light of the lights to walk alone on the slender street, the houses on both sides were already dilapidated, who would have thought that this ruined street was once one of the proud commercial streets of Betley's empire.

With a clicking sound sounded in the silent night, the tall figure stopped in surprise, a charred wooden plank lay quietly at his feet, by the moonlight and the afterglow of the distant bonfire, the tall man carefully identified the wooden sign under his feet, an anthropomorphic bee loomed on the charred wooden card, the bee showed a big smile, and the anthropomorphic hands and feet still held a simple piece of bread.

"Bee Inn, your warm haven with ale and bread and ......" The last handwriting has been hidden in the scorched black color, can no longer be distinguished, the tall man cat waist whispered out the small words under this line of bees, saw the blurred place, then stretched out his thick fingers on the scorched wooden card rubbed, but no matter how rubbing, the small words behind it were no longer clear after all, and when this person rubbed the wooden card, a pair of black military leather boots appeared in front of the figure.

Looking up along the bright leather boots, there were two long legs wrapped in black pantyhose, standing straight, a short gray skirt tightly clinging to the thighs, a slender waist and abdomen, a straight chest, and a pair of black pupils staring at this tall figure with a cat's waist through clear lenses, this person was General Van Gaulle's secretary and adjutant, and the think tank of the military department, Julianne.

"My lord, you shouldn't be here so late, especially if you're alone, this place is one of the strongholds of the demons. Delian frowned, habitually pushing the eyes on the bridge of her nose upward, the only person she can call an adult is the iron-blooded general of the current empire, General Van Gaulle, but now it should not be a general, because those annoying parliamentarians have given him a new position, the leader of the Salvation Army squad, and the task is to command a combat team of twenty people to clear the remnants of the surrounding demons.

"Delianne, are you done with the affairs of the military department?" General Van Gaulle, no, it should be the Van Gogh Band Captain who straightened up now, stretched a big lazy waist, and half-jokingly looked at the sad face of Delian, his former right-hand man.

When Delianne heard Van Gaulle's question, she habitually wanted to give a military salute.

"Don't don't, my current position is a squad leader, and you are now the commander of the military department, so it stands to reason that I should salute you. Van Gaulle smiled and waved.

"Don't talk like that, my lord, sooner or later, those old immortals in the council will be trampled into the coffin one by one. Delian, who insisted on finishing the military salute, said hatefully, her brows full of resentment and dissatisfaction with those councilors.

Delian's rare childishness made Van Gaulle smile, but when he saw the dilapidated house, the relaxed atmosphere was instantly washed away, and the flickering bonfire was like a hideous smile mocking the former imperial general.

"A stronghold?" Van Gaulle murmured.

"Don't worry, my lord, sooner or later we will take that place back. "Delian knew what General Van Gaulle was thinking, but not only her, but almost all the people of the Empire, like Van Gaulle, were full of indescribable feelings for that bonfire, a symbol of humiliation, a bloody scar on the people of the imperial capital.

Because the end of this trail is the royal palace that has never fallen since the founding of Betley, even the Great Patriotic War that was enough to overthrow the empire did not cause the slightest damage to this palace, but now, the bonfire of the demon clan is burning in that place, and it is there every day to mock Betley's weakness.

"It's my fault, I knew about the corruption of Ryan VIII, and I should have expected that they would use the secret passage of the imperial capital, but I..." Van Gaulle clenched his fists, and his gloomy look was unusually striking in the dark night.

"My lord" Julian just wanted to say comfort, but was interrupted by a dense horn sound, and her sad face suddenly changed, even though she had heard this horn countless times, but every time it made Dai Li feel terrified.

The demons have invaded!

Delian didn't have time to catch up with General Van Gaulle, just left an apologetic look, Van Gaulle nodded understandingly, and at the same time pulled out the long sword at his waist, the snow-white blade reflected the serious faces of the two, making the atmosphere suddenly freeze.

General Van Gaulle's pupils shrank suddenly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed at Delian without warning, in the face of General Van Gaulle's attack, Delian did not have the slightest surprise, as if she had practiced many times, she quickly lowered her head, and the sword light brought up a trace of black hair, and also brought up a demon hidden in the dark.

"It's a little devil. General Van Gaulle looked at the demons struggling on his blade, said very normally, and then skillfully threw this little devil off the blade, and the little devil with his wings was just about to fly away, but was firmly stepped on the ground by General Van Gaulle's heavy iron boots, and the sharp minions that could easily tear apart the cattle and sheep were just sparks on General Van Gaulle's iron boots, and they couldn't shake the footsteps of this human at all.

Delian glanced at the squeaky little devil with disgust, took the long sword of General Van Gaulle, and stabbed into the little devil's big head without the slightest hesitation, with a crisp sound, the demon core in the little devil's brain suddenly shattered, and the bloody yellow brain spread along the wound of the sword, emitting a burst of foul smell.

"It's getting more and more frequent, I wonder if we'll be able to make it until that kid comes back?" General Van Gaulle let go of his foot and grinded the snow, just now the little devil's stinky brain splattered a little on his foot.

"We don't have to wait for that kid to come back, we'll drive the demons back to their hometown. "The only plan that Delianne was unhappy with General Van Gaulle was probably that stinky boy named Birmingham.

"Yes. General Van Gaulle showed a smile of unknown meaning, looked at the bonfire in the distance, and the fighting spirit in his heart became stronger and stronger, the demons are just some disgusting monsters, so my respected majesty, you must wait for me, when I personally plunge this long sword into your chest and kick off your crown.

The horn sounded again, and the curtain of battle began to open on the night of the ink, while our protagonist Birmingham struggled through the blazing desert.