A crack suddenly opened in the clouds in the sky, and the cold autumn wind whistled down from the sky like a stream of water, staining the land of Edelstein with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

The heavy purple twilight continued to shatter, and the heavy earth shook with the trampling of thousands of iron hooves. The golden, green, blue, red, and black Holy Emperor Knights plus the Holy Land Praetorian Guard, a total of 120,000 troops, cut through the mountains that had been carved by nature for countless years, and collided fiercely with the black-winged knights in black iron uniforms in front of them.

But the ferocity only lasted for a moment, because whether it was the screaming Holy Emperor Knights or the silent Black Wings Legion, when the first vanguard collided with each other, shattering countless weapons, mounts, and bodies into that moment's fierce gaze, all that remained was wordless indifference and gradual numbness to killing.

The frenzied battle cries, the roars gradually subsided, and the messy, noisy, shaking, and screaming -- this is the melody of the battlefield now. All the spiritual achievements built on the foundation of civilization were smashed by the hammer of the primordial wild slaughter, and then stepped into the blood-soaked dry earth by horseshoes.

The burly knights of the Gundam consciously or unconsciously avoided the most central area, and even the most cold-blooded butchers did not dare to face this battle that was far beyond the range they could look up to. Broken limbs, broken armor, and weapons were stacked haphazardly around the twenty-meter-long circle, layer upon layer.

The gray magic lines on Orka's cheeks slowly squirmed on her delicate cheeks, exuding an eerie and cruel aura. On her porcelain-colored arms, twisted silver-gray magic patterns ran down the unpretentious staff in her right hand. It constantly unleashes the power fluctuations unique to the demons into the surrounding air. Behind her, there were three gray wings floating on the side of her body, trembling imperceptibly with the naked eye. The lonely wings gave Orka an incomprehensible speed. The tearing sound of the air followed behind Orka, gray light and air currents forming a dense and tenacious web around her, each wisp of red light and black lightning slicing through the gray tentacles.

Oz and Ikaert, the two knight captains who represent the strongest under the Holy Emperor of the Holy Land, can only hold on hard at the moment. No amount of magic, nor even a mysterious black stab, could pierce the impenetrable gray web of the former leader of the First Legion. Their power even surpassed that of Orca today. But they couldn't feel like they had any advantage in strength anyway.

With Oz's fire-based magic attainments, large-scale magic can even be silently instantaneous, and the small space is no longer a shackle for her to release her power. The rich fire element burns the surrounding air into a fiery red color. But in the center of this ring of fire, there is always a gray space, and the bursting fire element cannot reach it. is also using the ubiquitous dark element, but Ikaert feels that the dark element that he usually commands has been completely out of his control. He could only feel that the dark element he had summoned completely ignored his being. Even through his body. Run to the enemy who is obscured by the gray air currents. Ikart, who represented the shadow side of the Holy Land, was a tranquilizer for countless careerists who coveted the authority of the Holy Emperor, but at this moment he could only smile bitterly at the fact that his power was given such a high evaluation. His desperate actions did not help him escape the shadow of death, although he was slightly superior to Orka in the intensity of the power he used, but the two sides were no longer on the same level of familiarity and understanding of power.

"Huh...... Do you see your shadow clearly?" Orka's calm, clear voice came from the gray vortex, not at all like the voice of a demon whose speed had exceeded the speed of teleportation, "Orka is a mirror that allows you to reclaim your true sense of existence from the boring and distorted mirror image of the Holy Land. Didn't really touch level five. You're still hoping to really beat Orca in terms of strength and coordination? You're wrong, and Orca kindly reminds you. The days to come will be much more exciting than the present. The new world has begun......"

Oz and Ikaert struggled to brace in Orka's still-accelerating size and intensifying attacks, and they didn't have time to think about listening to Orka's words. Beside them, lifeforms that had been transformed by the outside world were rapidly harvesting the lives of the Holy Emperor Knights with their ghostly speed. Oz and Ikaert finally understood what a tragic end can be when their performance is suppressed. Orka single-handedly suppressed the two knights, so that the knights could not get the command and leadership they deserved, and the junior officers did not get the skillful cooperation they deserved - this battle fully exposed the disadvantage of the Holy Emperor's Knights' reliance on strength - because in the past, Osiria did not have any reserves to be able to openly interfere with the strength of the two fourth-rank mid-rank knights on the battlefield. At the same time, they were surprised to find that even in such a treacherous battle, Orka was still able to calmly receive every request from the outside commander and give every order accurately. They have a way of exchanging information that they are completely unaware of, which allows them to crush and destroy the scattered Holy Land armies one by one with a stronger whole. In the past, the Holy Emperor Knights maintained an efficient ability to interact with information with their effective herald queues, but now, compared to the transmission method of demon commands that existed five hundred years ago, five hundred years have not narrowed the gap between humans and demons.

"Maybe you need to see what's going on around here. Orka's flat voice suddenly came out, and at the same moment, the gray network around Orka suddenly disappeared. Oz and Ikaert, who were under pressure in an instant, almost subconsciously burst out their strongest attacks in the direction of Orka's lonely figure.

Two huge and silent bolts of black lightning bent one after the other, sealing the retreat of Orka, who was hanging on the ground, and above and below her, a huge gear composed of the fire elemental that had condensed into a near-solid form, mercilessly strangled towards Orka's petite figure.

Orka slowly raised her head, and there was a hint of loneliness in her purple eyes.

Then what they thought was the enemy shattered under the blow of black lightning and the wheel of flames, as if the sun had illuminated the shadows.

Oz and Ikaert watched in amazement. But just as their tired brains pondered why this was happening, they felt a little coldness pass through their necks.

The two knight captains were shocked to find that a red line had appeared on their necks. Further down the centimeter. It is their life-sustaining arteries and central nervous system.

They turned around and saw Orka's figure still hovering with his hands down. The wriggling gray magic patterns gradually faded from her porcelain-like skin, and the three gray wings on the side of her back slowly converged. The not-so-powerful aura still made them feel threatened with death.

Orka only stroked the delicate gray nails of the other hand with one hand, and there was still a trace of the blood of the two knight chiefs on it. Orka then raised her head and gently flung the drop of human blood onto her pale lips.

She pursed her lips, savoring the familiar salty smell of the blood, "Your blood." And there is no difference from those ordinary soldiers. But their lives will be subject to your commands—and so are the human beings......"

A pair of long, mercury-like braids were tossed across the blood-soaked earth, mixed with the blood of the human soldiers on both sides of the Black Wing and the Holy Land.

Then she turned around slowly as if nothing had happened just now. With a flip of her wrist, a translucent stone with many ancient runes landed in the palm of her hand. She just gently stroked the ancient stone and brought it to her mouth for a gentle kiss.

The two knight captains suddenly exclaimed, "Sealing Stone!"

Orka didn't leave any eyes on the two human powerhouses, and floated away silently. In front of her and behind them. It is a battlefield that gradually subsides. Although the black-clothed cavalry was wounded, they still stood silently on the ground of the purple moon. In the pool of blood, you can vaguely see the five-colored glorious battle suits of the knights of the Holy Land.

"Bring Orca's men back, we'll put them in order, and we'll head south...... Orka didn't need the prisoners of war to worry about her, except for Lord Oz and Ekart Lords, the rest of the humans were returned to their ancestors......"

The voice of the Winged Demon Supreme has fluttered from the battlefield five hundred years ago to the present, and the two knight chiefs who are stunned can only see the back of Orka under the purple moon. It's a hideous, bloodthirsty demon.

The black tide obscures all other colors.

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Behind Mastma was a cloud of shattered dragon scales, and the body of the dragon, which had been cut into several pieces, still surrounded the knight who had been pierced by a sword. She breathed carefully. Don't let your excessive movements continue to ruin your wounds. Stepping on the coat of arms of the Bruce family, she struggled to sheath the falling frost, and Mastema felt the two crystal nuclei in her body that were gradually silent, looking back to the south, and then to the west. Whether it was during the First Patriotic War or the Second Patriotic War, the image of the Winged Demon Orka could not find any subtle positive elements from any detail of the historical materials from any angle. Her name is accompanied by bloodthirsty, ruthless, brutal, and mighty—the countryside or city through which her Demonwing Legion passes, and after the horrific slaughter, all that remains is scorched earth and bones. According to incomplete statistics, of the 400 million people who died in the Second Patriotic War, half of the 400 million people who died in the war were directly directed by Orka. It can be said that she is the most terrifying executioner in historical records who committed the murder with both hands. So much so that when future generations recall her Flame Demon Wing Banner, they will sincerely hope that what she has done will be unprecedented.

However, in stark contrast to later histories and poetic novels, Olka the Winged Demon is not "insidious, cunning, and ...... with distorted features" as described in these anthologies—as if evil was written on her face. According to the recollections of reliable parties, Orka was a demon girl whose age was frozen in the cardamom years of her youth, and she was no different from a human girl before she fully mobilized her powers. She often had a sleepy and pensive look on her face, and never smiled at the pleasure of killing—unbelievable, perhaps, but that's how history often does.

- "Biography of Famous People of the Second Patriotic War, Demon Wing Death, Orka"

After the 70,000 black knights of the Black Wings penetrated their defenses in a head-to-head confrontation with the former First Knights of the World, the battle damage rate of the Demon Wing Legion was strangely low.

Orka floated leisurely through the winding aisles of the barracks stationed at the foot of the Burial Heaven Mountains, and as her bright silver braids appeared in the vision of each warrior, her fanatical gaze suddenly focused on the young demon girl.

"See Legionnaire Commander!-"

Orka's ears echoed the warm cry of five hundred years late. For a while, only occasionally she sighed with a long sigh.

A light gray stream drifted through the air.

She gently held her hand, and the hundreds of knights around her suddenly made a uniform sound of leaning on their feet. The shiny black spear and the muffled sound of the lancet seemed to make the entire mountain range tremble slightly. Orka let himself float upwards a little more, her beautiful and slender right hand straightened, her fingertips resting lightly on her temples, and she looked at her own soldiers.

"Let's finish the ceremony......"

It was another very neat tremor.

"Don't worry, your family members are already enjoying the warm sunshine above the L'Bains mine safely under the protection of our army's elite. All you need to do is to be able to return to your loved ones alive in the future. Orka's soft voice spread with the wind to every corner of the Burial Heaven Mountains. Behind the blade-like Burial Heaven Mountain Range is the nomadic nation of Grihua. This strange multi-racial nation has always rejected invitations to peace or coercion from the Holy Cult and the Osilian Empire with its impenetrable Heavenly Burial Mountains - but for Orka, the First Legion Leader who had traversed Edelstan's countless Demon Barriers, crossing the Burial Mountains was as simple as stepping over a rutted road.

"Swear to follow your lordship!"

"Never betray you!"

"I want to follow my lordship. Nine deaths without regrets!"

“......”

Orka raised her face and let the familiar white sunlight peculiar to high altitude shine on her delicate little face, and the awe frenzy that suddenly cast her gaze added another element. She seemed to be enjoying the sounds around her, and she seemed to be feeling the unique highland sunshine. And then suddenly. She opened her eyes, and for a moment, the purple glow in her eyes was even more dazzling than the sun in the sky!

"Brothers of the Demon Wing Legion, stand up!-"

With a solemn loud bang, the black-pressed Demon Wing Legion solidified into a huge black diamond.

"We are proud of the six thousand brothers who died in the battle against the Holy Land Legion! They were the ones who struck our first victory! I hereby promise! Every day after that, we will clench our weapons to the cheers of victory and rejoice for the next victory!-"

"Victory!"

"Victory!-"

A huge wave of sound swallowed the sky and the earth, as if announcing to the world the spread wings of the Demon Wing Grim Reaper.

"From now on. There is nothing else in Osiria that can stop you and me! We have come out of the cage that Shinas has imprisoned us, called Edelstan. We will let her know that this defeat will make her not forget until she dies! From this moment on, may I follow me to defeat Griva, brothers who stand at the peak of Osiria, and raise your weapons!"

The black frenzy suddenly went crazy, countless hand-waved longbows, javelins, and lance hammers, the neighing of war horses, the roar of eagle vultures, and the roar of earth dragons, all pointing to the faintly visible granite Xiongguan and the rich and vast Grihua Plain behind the pass!

The gray light flashed in Orka's hand, and an unpretentious cane pointed at the continuous Great Wall at the bottom of the mountain, and immediately, the monstrous dark elements swarmed towards Orka, and in an instant, three gray wings flashed out from behind her, and a majestic supreme aura rushed towards the Xiongguan below the mountain like an avalanche. The black frenzy followed, and the steep mountain road could not hinder the 70,000-strong army.

On the flanks of the Great Army, the two cadres of the Black Wings swept side by side towards the bottom of the mountain. One was wrapped in a shiny black military uniform, while the other floated in the air with flying magic, her physical features blocked out by a heavy purple-gold mage robe.

"I now genuinely regret that I had questioned the decisions of adults, and that such a big investment had the effect it should have. You knew this much earlier than I did, Eyre. ”

The Black Wings' chief assistant magician, Hereonor, didn't move, and a cold voice came from under her hood:

"Questioning your lordship's orders is a great rebellion in itself, and I didn't expect someone like you, Ibeh, to admit it. ”

Eleonor was silent for a moment, and then said, "Indeed, the cost of each of our warriors' full equipment can buy a 100-square-meter hardcover house in the Holy Land. Now it seems that with the help of such a powerful auxiliary magic array, the terrain disadvantage that we had suffered from before is basically gone. And the battle against the Holy Emperor Knights proved our high lethality and defense - our rest. It's just a matter of waiting to see if the real-time three-dimensional communication system on the battlefield that we have paid the most can really produce the greatest effect as we speculate. ”

"Our previous successes have filled me with confidence. Ibeh turned his head and smiled.

Hereonor finally slipped her long, hoarfrost-stained hair out of her hood, "Huh...... If I were an enemy of our Winged Legion. Surely we will let out a smug laugh after abandoning our mount's strange behavior - and finally die in laughter. ”

The Grivar Empire.

Burial Heaven Mountain Range, Xuantian Road.

The Xuantian Dao Checkpoint is the one in the middle of the 600-kilometer Liancheng Xiongguan that traverses the Burial Heaven Mountain Range, with 45,000 permanent garrison officers and soldiers, 15 resident auxiliary magicians, and 46 attacking magicians. And at this moment, a magic advisor whose strength had reached the peak of the third level happened to come to Xuantian Dao to inspect. Even if you don't count the geographical advantages of Xuantian Dao based on the heavenly moat. The 45,000 orc legions and many mages with their strong physique and fearless spirit were also able to compete with the regular 70,000 knights in formal clothes on the plains. Coupled with the level structure that was slightly inferior to that of Tiantai Pass, Hu Yang, the commander-in-chief of the Xuantian Dao garrison, even had a smile on his lips when he watched the murderous Demon Wing Legion pounce on the city wall made of the strongest granite.

"The order goes down. The Longbow 1234 Brigade attacked indiscriminately, please prepare the mage group, and the Sky Net will strengthen the elemental output. Hu Yang, who was over fifty years old, whispered to the herald next to him, with his many years of military experience. When his orders are carried out. It was just when the Demon Wings rushed into the densest rain of arrows.

"Textbook-general standard reaction, Your Excellency Poplar. On the other side of the poplar, an elderly orc magician said in a sluggish voice with a staff taller than his two meters tall.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

The tall orc mage Narus said in a stumbling voice, "Please note that she was the leader of the army that swept through the entire human army five hundred years ago - I don't doubt your ability, but sometimes common sense is not wise to deal with such an opponent. ”

"Oh?" poplar's eyebrows raised slightly, "Then let's wait and see what happens." ”

Soft black fur in military lining. Sewing several precision magic arrays composed of precious materials, the crystallization of these demon magic and human magic civilization gave the vanguard of the Demon Wing Legion charging at the forefront a crisp and loose cloth. But it also provides terrifying defense comparable to five centimeters of steel armor. Each seemingly ordinary spear is plated with layers of magic arrays that strengthen impact and break defenses in the inner carving method in the core, and all provide an unprecedented long-range attack system. After the Lutetium Crystal energy is depleted, each warrior can refill the Lutetium Crystal with his own fighting strength - of course, the cost of these state-of-the-art technologies is unimaginable to ordinary people, and without hundreds of years of accumulation, it is impossible for the Black Wings to equip these Hell-trained warriors with such advanced equipment.

"Strikers 1st and 4th Brigades, mounts. The second and third brigades, camouflaged and prepared for the attack. ”

Orka's clear voice sounded directly in the striker's ears, and the intricate magic array had been engraved under the skin of every warrior before, and every command could be transmitted instantly. The superb battlefield communication system has always been the unique feature of the Winged Demon Legion, and today's human beings have long forgotten the Demon Legion that once far surpassed their own war technology.

Hu Yang's thick hands were suddenly tightly clenched on the highest viewing platform, and the advanced martial arts cultivation made the hard granite make a clicking sound.

The first wave of black arrows whistled down, and in full view, the front center of the Demon Wing Legion fell like a wheat harvester. The neighing of the horses and the terrible howls of the soldiers when they were dying suddenly joined the noise of the battlefield. The two forward troops on the flanks were as if they were stunned by the tragic situation of their comrades, and most of the soldiers were thrown to the ground by the frightened horses. The knights, who had barely managed to hold on to their mounts, were also thrown into disarray, interspersed with the light cavalry and infantry units that followed closely behind them, causing even more disorderly chaos.

"No way. Master Nares, who was beside Hu Yang, frowned tightly and said with a worried expression, "This will never be as simple as it seems. (To be continued......)