The heavens and the earth stood still, the waves subsided, and then the glory of the goddess shone on the earth, the long-lost light pierced the clouds, the rare chant reverberated in the sky, the brilliant gold reflected in the sky, and the angels of the chant with organs and recorders flapped their white wings and appeared in the sky over the demon-shrouded empire of Betley. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Knowing that the angel's figure was all illusory, and the chant was only a temporary scenery, the sword saint Simmel, who rushed into the enemy formation, still held his breath and offered the best gift to the glory of the goddess with piety.

"Sword array, open!" With a light shout, the ten thousand sword shadows stood in the sky, rising into the sky, and the power of the angry waves appeared, so the three-halberd strategy was the beginning.

The shadow of the sword that soared into the sky became the clarion call for a counterattack, and the earth-shattering sound of drums and horses' hooves came from two distant places, one left and one right, and the sword saint went hand in hand, which was a gift from foreign envoys and the price of Betley's humiliating history.

"Charge!" The Grand Commander of the Stan Empire looked at the sword light that rose into the sky and the chant that resounded in the sky, and fell heavily on his palm, and then thousands of horses galloped, sharp blades rushed horizontally, and a torrent of steel poured out, aiming directly at Shengang.

The demons were roaring, the blood was splashing at the same time, the iron rider stepped mercilessly, the blades were swinging down, those black devils were wailing, and they were also panicking, panicking that the magic nest when they came had cut off contact with themselves, and the power of fear of panic finally reappeared in the world, however, the human soldiers were extremely excited, and it was difficult to hide their excitement. This is the power of the goddess, and it is also the vision of mortals for their own Creator.

Longing for the greatness of the colorful mortal world, longing for the selflessness of creating all kinds of races, Tyris, the goddess of creation, has always been the existence of mortals who admire and cherish, even after the goddess disappeared for a thousand years, with only a trace of the power of the goddess, the weak mortals dedicated their use to the great goddess who only existed in the teachings.

"For the sake of the Goddess, for the sake of the mortal world!" The revival of the Empire was forgotten, the orders of the officers were ignored, Betley's survival had lost its original meaning, for the sake of the Empire, it was really a ridiculous statement, what drove these mortal bodies was not the idea of a soldier who obeyed the vocation in their hearts, nor the hatred of the people of Betley for the fall of their homeland, and now they had only one noble faith, and that was to protect the world created by the Goddess.

The blood seemed to be nothing, the pain was deaf, the blades kept swinging, the footsteps kept accelerating, the demons were trembling, they were terrified, their blood-red eyes were stunned, with bewilderment, as these mortal soldiers made their people the cornerstone of their advance charge.

"Damn it!" the general of the Stan Empire spat out a bloody spit, his mouth cracked, and he still couldn't stop the soldiers who had once belonged to him.

"Tell the Juggernaut to stop attacking!" The soldiers were out of the hands of those in power, and there was no obstacle to resist the torrent of flesh and blood that had come after them.

Located in the center of the battle line, the sword saint Simmel looked in front of him, on the side, one by one soldiers rushed into the clawed demon tide, as a sword saint, she finally woke up, the position of the sword saint, represents not only the peak of force, but also represents the fear of the goddess has been exhausted, lost the awe of the powerful people, at this time, the scene seen is the determination of these weak people with awe to defend to the death.

"My lord, you must stop, the casualties are already halfway over!" The anxious clerk squeezed through the pouring torrent and came to the side of the Sword Saint Simmel, delivering a bad news to the ears of the Sword Saint.

More than half of the casualties, stop, it's just a fool's dream, and the madness of the soldiers made the sword saint Simmel laugh at himself, is this your purpose, Your Excellency.

"Behold, what a beautiful landscape, and how interesting it would be for the sake of an ethereal goddess, for the sake of a little overflowing power, and if they knew that this power would be enough to devour heaven and earth. ”

"You are such a bad person, Your Excellency. "Once Delian's clerk, Anna silently looked at the crazy Violet Archduke in front of her, and the emotion she had never had brewed in her heart, it was something called regret.

"Do you regret it, Miss Anna, for betraying the woman you respect. Grand Duke Violet chuckled, as if he couldn't believe that the absurd emotion of regret could be seen in this woman.

"Does the Grand Duke still doubt my loyalty?"

"No, no, no, we've been friends on the same front since you managed to send Delian to her death. ”

"Friend, what an unexpected word, Your Excellency. ”

"Of course, I like to make friends the most. ”

"Because a friend can become a pawn of the Grand Duke without hesitation, just like a sword master. Vicious ridicule and ridicule, the delicate and lovely Anna did not hesitate to sarcastically mock the middle-aged man in front of her, the most powerful person in the Betley Empire today.

"That's nature, Miss Anna. Accepting it all, the Grand Duke of Violet chuckled and moved his gaze to the battlefield where the trumpet of the charge sounded.

Friends, the existence of sacrifice, this is a fact that the Sword Saint Simmel has known for a long time, so when he saw the soldiers who were not afraid of death, the Sword Saint sighed lowly, as if he was lamenting the death of these soldiers, or lamenting his upcoming fate.

"Charge!"

"Your Majesty, you are crazy, we will all be destroyed. "The clerk seemed incredulous that his general would choose to go on the offensive at this moment.

"I said, charge!" Repeating again, Sword Saint Simmel pointed at the sky, and the rising ten thousand sword shadows fell with a bang, ruthless reaper Every life here, regardless of race, regardless of darkness, there is no difference, the sharp sword shadow pierces every corner of the sword.

"My lord!" the clerk asked, holding on to the last shred of hope, his general, the sword master in front of him.

"Charge!" the merciless order was exchanged for the clerk's increasingly desperate eyes, and the heavy falling horn of the charge.

"Damn, is that Juggernaut an idiot!" The battle lines on the left and right sides looked at the soldiers who were still charging in the center, and moved again, blood and fire once again became the main colors in this area.

Blood paved the way, bones became blades, and wherever they went, fire abounded and calamity abounded.

This is the last evaluation of the Sword Saint Simmel after this war, and it has also become the epitome of her life experience.