Mastma Lindsay walks through a grove. A simple mobile camp was quietly anchored next to a spring, out of place with the neatly lined military tents outside the woods.

A little girl with neatly combed red braids saw her and immediately ran excitedly towards the tent. "Mommy, Sister Muffy is back!"

Mastma entered the tent, where a graceful human woman was sitting by the fireplace knitting a sweater. Mastma sat carefully on a small bench in the tent, and Lovian's mother looked up at her with a smile. Lovian's sister, Damien, fluttered her small wings and flew beside her. Damien froze in the air for a moment, as if he was looking for someone. Mastma's heart jerked.

"Sister hasn't been back for a long time! Where's Brother?" Damian was a little disappointed when he saw that Mastma didn't have Lovian by his side.

"Are we moving again this time?" asked Lovian's mother gently, not seeming surprised by her arrival.

Mastma stroked Damien's long fuchsia hair, which was the same as that of Lovian, and replied with some confusion, "Yes, Leon is getting more and more unstable—"

"Muffy, I don't understand military strategy, and I don't want to understand it. I would like to ask what my son thinks. "Lovian's mother is far from an ordinary woman with a dark human constitution, and her wisdom and intelligence are far beyond the reach of most of the Blood Moon Clan," Lowe hasn't been back for almost half a year, and I know he must have his troubles. You may be the only one who knows. ”

Damien stared at the glowing magic pattern on Mastma's face with beautiful citrine eyes, and Matsuma knew the half-blood girl on her knees. Her talent was even above that of Captain Luo Wei'an, but Luo Wei was unwilling to let her sister follow the same path as herself, and never allowed her to carry out any form of essence cultivation. "We are now in trouble internally and externally. Although you and Damian are here, most of the Blood Moon Clan is on the Edelstan Plateau. The troops of Leon and Akayl were there, threatening our families. Lowe asked me to come here this time just to bring the Blood Moon Legion back and make them feel a little pressure, otherwise—Leon is fine, Akayl is the weird fellow. We can't trust him. ”

Damien didn't listen to this, and was staring at Mastma's saber. Lovian's mother knitted her sweater quietly, "We're not going to hold you back. Thank you for visiting us on behalf of Lowe - let him come over when you see Lowe again!"

Damian also seemed to understand something: "Is there going to be a war, sister, will my brother come back after the war?"

Mastma nodded blankly. She saw so much in the eyes of Damien and Lowe's mother. She couldn't understand it for a while. One is a simple expectation for his brother, and the other is a complicated longing for his son who has left home. This is so inconsistent with the iron-blooded atmosphere of the army, outside, everything she sees is bloody, cruel, and broken limbs. The frenzy of war still permeated the military tent a few dozen meters away, and the pure land of silent family affection here was an unspeakable blow to Mastma's numb heart.

"Yes...... It will definitely ......", she found herself unable to linger in their pure eyes. She promised and ran away from the tent. Dive headlong into the captain's main tent. Bloodstained weapons lay across the dusty ground, and she sat on the empty throne, young and without the bloodline of the Supreme Lineage, but she could stand in the position of deputy commander of the Blood Moon Legion, second only to the Legion Commander. The four Venus epaulettes on her shoulders were the color of the blood of countless beings of the same life as hers, and their loved ones, after their loved ones had fallen on the merciless battlefield, were still silently waiting for the door to open with a hoarse squeak?

For sixteen years, Mastema lived in hatred of humans, almost ignoring Lovian and his mother and sister who took care of her, because the hatred of humans made it difficult for her to have too strong feelings for her kind. Faintly, she rejected the existence of affection, but she could not deny her desire for affection, and the only way to obtain affection was from the human relatives of Lovian. This contradiction made her only forget for a short time in the battle on the battlefield, and vented her hatred that would not end in the extreme stimulation between life and death......

"Your Excellency?" At some point, the other seats in the main tent were already filled with other important generals of the Blood Moon Legion. Mastema thought with her head on her back, not even noticing their arrival.

Seeing her familiar subordinates, the cruel and cold-blooded Blood Moon nobleman Mastrema returned to her body. She looked indifferently at the four flag commanders and logistics chiefs below, as well as the captains of the important elite brigades.

"Tomorrow night the legion will be set aside, and the night will be rested. Within five days it was necessary to rush to the foot of Mount Edelstein to join the 6th and 7th armies. Mastma gave a direct order, not giving his subordinates any chance to choose, "Fislow, you lead the First Banner Regiment as the vanguard, block the actions of the army, and dispose of it yourself." Christian, you lead the Fourth Regimental Palace, and work with Kaven to maintain order in our army's march and beware of human attacks. Minsk, Daeron, you two send scouts to monitor the flanks of our army. The speed of the march is bound to lengthen the whole of our army, and the security of the two wings is related to the safety of our army -- if you have any suggestions, I will give you five minutes. ”

Mastma's authority was only revealed in the absence of the Legionnaire, and at other times, she was merely a chief of staff. This is the tradition of the demon army, in case the commander of the legion dies on the battlefield, the deputy commander of the legion must take over the commander of the legion to lead the army at the first time, so that the order of the legion is stable and continue to exert combat effectiveness, so that the whole army will collapse because of the commander's death. Mastma is the best candidate for deputy commander in terms of military strategy, overall situation, and even personal combat strength. Mastma ascended to such a high position at such a young age that there was no opposition from the legion.

Minsk, the commander of the Third Banner, stood up and saluted: "Your Excellency, in recent days, my Third Regiment has been repeatedly harassed by human assassins, and the target is our army scouts. Now that 207 soldiers have died in the line of duty, I am afraid that the heavy task of monitoring the flanks of our army will not be able to be completed. ”

Mastma stared at him coldly. "If there are such casualties, you know what your responsibility is. ”

A cold murderous aura began to diffuse, and several flag leaders shrank unconsciously. Minsk's face turned pale. Gritted his teeth and said, "Enemy ...... There is only one person, and although our army tries to stop it, it is too strong - I must put the lives of my soldiers first-"

With a flick of his fingers, the blue "Prestige Ring" on his left hand, which was second only to the Legion Commander's purple "Dignity Ring", flashed a blue light, revealing an image in front of the generals.

The image shows a human with a face obscured by the brim of a hat, a chic hat with a chic flowing hat, and a few strands of pale blonde hair peeking out of the shadows of his face. He was dressed in a short robe that looked like a gown. The white-gloved right hand holds a staff encrusted with rubies. In his left hand, he holds a golden-red card. Although the facial features are indistinguishable, everyone would believe that this person must be a very handsome human.

"Is that him?"

Minsk was startled, and quickly nodded: "Yes......"

Mastma could only sigh inwardly. This is one of the strongest of the Terrans. And in the darkness of the night, the phantom of the strange thief is like a fish in water. His huge army couldn't catch up with the sneak attack of the lone Terran powerhouse no matter what. But as the spiritual leader of the whole army under Lovian, she must not show any unconfident expression in front of the generals.

In an instant, she had already made a decision.

"This person is not a problem. Our army was ordered to march day and night. Join forces with the Sixth and Seventh Armies as soon as possible. Fislow, you're a strong man in the army. From now until we join forces with the Sixth and Seventh Armies, you and I—"

The flag commanders looked at the deputy commander with a frozen expression in shock.

A faint chill expanded from the bottom of her heart, and then spread, exposing every cell in her body to the extreme cold.

She began to tremble, hurriedly stood up, and rushed all her mental power into the ground.

"Christian, can you feel anything?" she whispered to her best friend.

In the deepest part of the ground. She heard a faint metallic sound, like the rattle of countless chains rubbing against each other.

She immediately understood what was happening. I also understood why the entire Terran Legion Commander insisted on letting the Third Army stay in the Minar Forest.

The gradual imbalance of power between the human race and the demon race will finally break the black mage's control over the dark army. In order to restrain the occurrence of chaos, it is necessary to weaken the demons.

And the gap between the demons and the human race is precisely a whole dark army.

It is impossible for the black mage to sacrifice the first army led by the Demon Emperor, because he still needs the power of the Demon Emperor. He would not sacrifice the more battered Fourth Army, because this would make the Terrans more powerful than the demons, and the imbalance would continue.

Why is this now? If the Third Army does not move, such an imbalance will be meaningless. A regiment that cannot maneuver does not pose a zài threat.

So Lovien forcibly disobeyed the orders of the recalcitrant dark mage, ordering her to take the Third Army out of Minar. And such a reason is justified, because of the threat of the Lionheart Legion to the people of the Demon Race.

Lovian had no choice at all.

"All lifted off. Mastma said blankly, listening carefully to the growing sound of the underground chains, as if her spiritual probes were activating these hibernating chains, making them fanatical, piercing through the delicate soil for them, and stabbing at the heart of the unprepared Third Army.

"All lifted off!!-"

Mastma shouted frantically, not knowing if her orders would be heard with the cacophony of chains. She could only see with grief and anger that those dazed but sincere subordinates were instantly pierced by chains that were too fast to leave shadows in a dark gray halo, and then stabbed towards the surrounding Blood Moon warriors like a snake that had accelerated a thousand times.

The person who can destroy a single legion of Miè on his own, Luo Weian can't do it himself, and the Demon Emperor Siu can't do it, except for him.

"Is that what Lovien trusts you?" Muttered Mastmar as lightning soared into the sky, the thickness of a bowl of dark, lightless chains piercing through her lower abdomen and out of her shoulders. There is no additional power, just a simple physical attack.

The chains withdrew like a resurgence of darkness, shards of internal organs gushing out from Mastma's fatal wounds, she no longer felt the pain, and all her attention was drawn to the blackness that began to radiate from the main tent of the Third Army. The chains are still spreading outwards like lightning, in the Third Army. Even the chaos didn't even begin, it was already over as soon as it was qiē.

"No—"

She struggled, and the frost pulled out. The blue-purple storm was not to fight against this irresistible, dark being, but to concentrate all its power on the other innocent Blood Moon warriors who had not yet learned of this qiē, and let them leave.

Such power has far exceeded the limits of what they can imagine. Sometimes Mastma even wondered why the Black Mage needed the help of demons and humans.

The Prestige Ring frantically expands its message outward. But just as a few commands sounded that made her feel hopeful, despair rushed towards her like fate.

The thin wings of the Blood Moon Legion. Suddenly, countless knights in heavy armor appeared out of thin air. The 500,000 neat tricolor legions, with flying magic arrays engraved on their heavy armor, are enough to wipe out the Blood Moon Legion's greatest flying advantage. The warrior with no visible features slowly pushed the circle carved into his armor leaves, and suffocating waves of magic began to envelop the Blood Moon Legion from every direction.

No way. The elite of the Knights of Time, who had fallen in the midst of the Akaylan infighting, could not stand up again. Such a powerful legion could not have appeared out of thin air in any case.

But the numb rational brain told Sù Mastema that it was all possible, that the one who would forever immerse himself in darkness could not be described as powerful, who could reverse the power of time, reunite the scattered souls, and be able to cast an incredible spatial teleportation, sending the Knights of 500,000 Time from the Kasha Mountains to the Minar Forest.

She stared blankly, and the heavily armored human warrior instantly rose into the air. Wearing huge metal gloves, they simultaneously ignited blazing balls of magical light on their chests. Dozens of people's balls of light condensed in mid-air, and suddenly rushed towards the unprepared Blood Moon Legion station.

After a loud bang. Those dozens of military tents and the hundreds of Blood Moon elites in them had disappeared from the world. The Blood Moon warriors who hurriedly grabbed their weapons could only rely on a burst of blood, and pounced on the nearest heavily armored warrior, the long knives and steel spears in their hands could only barely split their heavy armor, and the blades on their heavy armours could tear through their bodies with ease. The unprepared 600,000 Blood Moon Clan warriors had just formed an array when they were crushed by the keen heavy armor human soldiers. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the battlefield was full of blood, and the sky was full of blood and rain. The Blood Moon Warrior, whose wings had been severed, still stabbed the dagger in his hand into the crack in the heavy armor of the human soldier, and died with the enemy. Destroying one enemy would cost the lives of four or five Blood Moon warriors.

The three-colored sea was distinct, and the silent wave engulfed the sea of blood moon's dark blue uniforms.

The enemy knew how terrifying the emaciated demon girl was, and the seriously injured Mastma burst out with her last life potential, but as soon as she got closer, the heavily armored soldiers slammed away, avoiding Mastma's killing range. But this only slightly weakened Mastma's efficiency, and in a few breaths, dozens more knights of the Order were cut in half, and their limbs and internal organs were spilled like a storm in a nightmare. The falling frost in his hand had already killed nearly a thousand people, but seeing the Blood Moon Legion behind him that was being gradually crushed by the Time Knights, Mastema had no anger in his heart, only incomprehensible and deep sadness that had been forcibly forgotten.

Transcendent space magic concealed the sights and ears of the Knights of Time, the eyes and ears of the entire Blood Moon army, and the 500,000 hidden Knights of Time that no one knew about destroyed the Blood Moon Legion. In addition to the Blood Moon Legion, the First Army led by Siu was heading for Edelstan, thousands of miles away. Magnus's Fourth Army was stationed in Kasha, defending the Temple of Time - there was no help but to fight to the death......

Her eyes were full of confusion and confusion, and she had long forgotten whether she was still a demon or not, and only had the power to transcend her instincts, lifting the falling frost, falling, and lifting again...... Time and time again, she got tired.

After being sleepy, she woke up and struggled to make sense of her surroundings, not a dream, because she was surrounded by people who were forever asleep.

It was already night, but Mastma felt as dazzling as it was midday. Purple and red blood soaked her shirt, solidified, and turned purple and black. Frost was still in her hand, but she didn't have the strength to lift it up again. The severe injury to the punctured lung made her unable to speak. She tried her best to get up slowly, the chaotic colors gradually became clear, but she lost the ability to understand them, and now, there was only one question in her mind - why she was still alive.

Behind her was a hill of corpses, and the hill of corpses of the Blood Moon warriors was hundreds more behind her. She couldn't think about it, and the youngest, most hopeful, and energetic child of the 600,000 Blood Moon Clan withered in her hands. She didn't even know what was wrong with her, she slowly pulled out the frost embedded in the corpse and aimed it at her chest.

Lowe, do you know?

I should—just should, see you, sue you, and leave you......

Mom...... Damien......

Mastma's heart was not a dead ash, but a nothingness that had lost a bit of color, not even darkness - the only thing that sustained her to live for the time being was to see him - just one side, one side.

She stood up as if sleepwalking, controlling her numb body, slowly shaking her blue wings, and walking towards Kasha.

On her chest, there was an extremely complex magic scroll. This was a reward he received from the Dark Mage after Lovien and Akayl exiled the Goddess of Time spirit agent. She took the magic scroll on behalf of Lovian, but always forgot to give it back to him. She realized that it was the mysterious power of this scroll that allowed her to survive countless fatal injuries.

The heavily armoured soldiers walked around the battlefield like him, oblivious to Mastma's movements. The magically stirred heartbeat in their bodies had stalled, and the throbbing of their souls had long since faded.

They are dead.

Just like yourself.

The shattered wings healed under the mysterious power of the scroll, and she shook numbly in the direction of the Kasha Mountains. She looked back and saw the still burning tent of her mother and Damien.

One qiē is over.

At the tent of the swirling smoke and sparks, she saw a figure twisting in the thermals. Surrounded by countless chains, he stood in the darkness of the world, and all he could see was a pair of eyes that seemed to be lit with flames.

In an instant, the illusion vanished. Mastma smiled miserably and silently read the name of the Legion Commander, shaking his wings. (To be continued......)