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His sword momentum is not wonderful, nor is it particularly fast, and even the force on the sword is not very great, but the coercion emanating from him makes every fishman who faces him fall into a daze. It's not that they don't want to fight hard, but their movements are always half a beat slower, and often when they react, they have been killed by Lei Yijian, wielding weapons in vain, and they can't catch up with his departing figure.

For a moment, the battlefield seemed to fall into a standstill.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a loud bang, and a magic cannon that kept firing finally exploded due to overheating.

As if giving orders, with this loud bang, the rain poured down from the dark clouds that were almost so low that they reached the ground. Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were drowsy, and the torrential rain accompanied by the fierce wind rolled up huge waves, impacting the port and the army of the sea clan.

In the face of the power of heaven and earth, the Sea Clan finally temporarily retreated and returned to the sea to reorganize their troops, giving the defenders a chance to breathe.

"How many people are still alive?" Ray had regained his composure, looked around, and shouted, "Squeak alive!"

"Squeak. ”

Ray was amused, and as far as he could see, he was an adventurer. Dressed in leather armor, with a thin sword in his hand and a few small ornaments on his clothes, he was clearly a bard.

No wonder he is so humorous, probably only these characters who engrave humor into their souls will still have the spirit to laugh at such times.

There are also many people who have spoken out. Although most of them were exhausted, many were seriously injured. But there are still some people left.

The luckiest one was a barbarian who had previously fallen off his belt. In a hurry, Shengzhi grabbed two fish-man corpses and covered them on himself, and really fooled the fish-people. Choking on the smell of blood, it's amazing that he's unscathed—oh, and that's a different story from the wounds sustained in the previous battle.

Ray smiled and greeted them one by one, encouraging them, comforting them, and making a cameo appearance as a priest for those who were really hopeless. Pray for each other so that they can pass away with a smile.

In his body, the brilliance worn away by time and suffering is being rejuvenated. At the moment he looked less like a knight than a king, patrolling the barracks after the great battle.

This is the instinct that he received back then, almost engraved in his blood, although it has not been needed all these years, and has been deliberately forgotten by him, but it has resurfaced at this moment. It's like breathing.

But when he walked in front of the seriously injured and dying Rank, he finally lost his noble bearing like a king's patrol. Sadness filled his heart and even overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Rank...... Why are you coming back!" He could see at a glance that the student's injuries were irretrievable, unless His Majesty the Void Mask could arrive. Or maybe Steele could have appeared immediately, otherwise it would have been impossible to imagine.

But that's impossible, His Majesty the Void Mask has already sent news. He was fighting the goddess of the sea. The Goddess of the Sea is the backer of the Sea Clan, and the battle on Her Majesty's side is far more important than they are here. And face the female tyrant who is especially powerful even among the gods. Even His Majesty probably couldn't have any spare strength—these were particularly hurried and brief words from the time He had contacted him before. You can guess it.

Steele is even less likely to return, and she is helping Liv protect the refugees from escape. What are they fighting for? Isn't it just to cover the slow refugees so that they can escape! To get Steele back is to put the cart before the horse!

But at this moment, he was really a little shaken, and wanted to desperately pray to His Majesty, or ask Steele for help.

This is the student he has painstakingly cultivated! It is the heir he originally wanted to let him inherit his mantle!

It is true that Rank's talent is not good, and it cannot be compared to the genius Ray. But this child's attitude is very correct, he practices very hard, and he makes rapid progress, one step at a time. No matter how harsh the teacher is, he will not be resentful.

Looking at the way he trained hard, looking at his exhausted but eyes full of confidence and hope, Ray remembered himself many years ago, and remembered the peace and beauty that had long since passed.

Although he didn't realize it yet, in fact, in his heart, he had already regarded Rankdang not only as a student, but also as his own child!

But now, Ranke is dying.

Ranke is dying......

Ranke is dying!

Ray knelt beside Rank, who was lying in a pool of blood, clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to speak in a hard, cold voice. Because if he didn't, he was afraid that he would cry out loud.

He was a strong man, and after experiencing the severe poison and serious injuries in his body, lying in the pile of corpses, and watching his parents and brothers slowly decay, he thought that his tears had already dried up, but at this moment he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Why are you coming back!"

His tears dripped down Rank's face, waking him up from his death. The young man's pale face smiled, and he looked at the teacher with tears on his face.

"Teacher...... I...... Like a ...... Knight...... "He asked intermittently.

Ray nodded vigorously: "Like, you're the best knight!"

"I ...... Live ...... It's not like ...... Knight. Ranke had no strength to breathe, and his voice was so low that even Ray had to concentrate to hear it, "At least...... Dead ...... Like a ...... Knight ......"

"Hmm!" Ray pursed his lips and nodded heavily. Because of his grief, he had no way to speak anymore, and could only use a syllable to express his affirmation of his disciples.

Ranke gasped a few more times, and his voice became lower and lower: "Teacher...... Thank you ......"

His last words ended there, and he couldn't even finish the words of thanks to his teacher.

Ray knelt quietly beside him, unable to sob.

Just now it was majestic. The peerless powerhouse who made the Sea Clan fearful was crying like a child at the moment.

Mortals can't see the inside of the world. A strong man dressed in tatters and carrying a huge battle axe stood beside him. The man's hair stood on end like anger, and his face was full of ferocity, anger and heroism. And Ranke, who had just died, was kneeling down to this strong man at the moment, worshipping in reverence.

"Great Knight of Wrath (alias of the God of Justice), may your light shine on all worlds!"

The mighty man was the embodiment of the God of Justice, and he sensed that evil was raging in this place, and he happened to be not far away, so he hurried to it, just in time for Rank's death.

"Boy. You did very well. He smiled and helped Ranke up with his huge palms, "I wanted to recruit you as my follower, but I thought you'd go to the lonely Guardian, right?"

Ranke smiled: "If Your Majesty is willing to accept me, of course I would be happy to go to His kingdom." ”

"He'll come and pick you up, you're a good knight!"

As he spoke, a light that only gods and spirits could see fell, turning into a helmet dressed in a delicate silver-white dress and decorated with feathers. A beautiful woman who combines charm and heroism.

This is the oracle of the god of knights, the spirit of the soft thoughts of those who have fought for the protection of mankind since the age of ignorance. She is known as the "Valkyrie".

The Valkyrie bowed her head to the god of justice before holding out her hand to Rank.

"To protect the innocent warriors who have died in battle, you have acted worthy of the name of a knight. Please come with me, Your Majesty and the heroic spirits of your predecessors are waiting for you. ”

Ranke was overjoyed. After bowing to the god of justice, he was about to leave in a hurry. But he immediately thought of something. His eyes fell on the teacher who was kneeling in the wind and rain without knowing anything, crying.

"My teacher ......" he hesitated as he looked at the Valkyrie, who was in charge of channeling the Heroic Spirit, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

The oracle of the god of knights looked at Thunder, and the eyes of the god who could judge the merits of a person's life showed a look of regret.

"He has committed such a great sin that even if he atones for it, he will not be able to enter the house of our lord. She said, "This is the rule set by the Lord of Light, and our Lord must follow it." ”

"Hey, you have a lot of bad rules!" The god of justice shook his head disdainfully, "Don't worry, boy, your majesty won't accept him, I'll accept him!" He is a hero who once fell into darkness, and finally came out of the darkness, fighting to the end for justice, but it suits my appetite!"

Ranke smiled with relief, and as the Valkyries stepped into the pillar of light, they disappeared without a trace.

The god of justice laughed a few times, took the huge battle axe off his shoulder, and rubbed the blade of the axe with his palm, bursting out countless golden-red sparks.

He looked at the sky, his gaze through the clouds, and a large figure.

"Taklaur (God of Storms), you really can't learn a lesson! Do you need me to help you trim your paws?"

There was a thunderclap above the clouds, and a pair of eyes that shimmered with infinite electric light met him.

"Jörgademan (God of Justice), you're too nosy!"

The two powerful gods confronted each other without flinching, and the struggle was on the verge of breaking out.

And at this time, the battle between the other two groups of gods became more and more intense.

The battle between the god of the swamp and the goddess of the harvest is already quite obvious. After Ho Li's soul finally collapsed completely, the weak Harvest Goddess could no longer support the battle and was defeated and retreated, no matter how angry he was, no matter how much he roared, it would be useless.

The god of the swamp was even able to free his hand and release poisonous arrows of light to shoot those mortals who did not know whether to live or die and were involved in the battle between the gods, only to see that with a wave of his hand, a dark green poisonous mist condensed into dozens of arrows of light and roared away.

After only a few waves of attacks, there were only two gods left in the square.

"Accept your fate!" the god of the swamp, who could no longer see Sheen's appearance at all, smirked, "Let me devour your divine power and possess your most important place of faith, you incompetent fellow has been stealing from the high position for too long, it's time to get down!"

“...... Do you really think you're some great character!" Sui Xiong roared angrily, his huge body as huge as a mountain setting off waves, enough for the thick tentacles of the horses to gallop across it, and it was inseparable from the super giant water elemental that was a few points larger than him.

Although he is slightly inferior in strength, his fierce fighting spirit and strong body effectively make up for the lack of strength. What's more, the jellyfish's body was nothing more than a piece of armor to him, and he didn't care about destroying it at all, and even if he did die here, he wasn't very afraid.

People are inherently dead, and his male brother has crossed through, just death, what is there to be afraid of!

With the determination not to be afraid of death, he fought simply to the point of madness, which was daunting.

In contrast, the incarnation of the goddess of the sea is powerful, but the fighting spirit is far inferior. So not only did it not take the advantage, but it seemed a little passive.

This made him, known as the "female tyrant of the sea", angry, and fought more and more fiercely, but he was never able to overwhelm Sui Xiong, who was simply "not afraid of death".

After all, fighting is nothing more than a sentence.

The brave wins! )