In this world, where there is light, there is always darkness, light has rules of light, and darkness has laws of darkness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The law states that mortal wars are settled by mortals.

The Sage, who received the throne of the gods, gained hundreds or even thousands of lifespans, transcending the structure of human life.

It can be said that from here on, the Sage is no longer a human being, but a special kind of life.

Although, after the breakthrough of the Sage, he still lives in the human world, accepts the respect of human beings, and shelters the comfort of the human race.

However, rules are rules and do not change because of anyone's will.

And as the back of the rules, the law of darkness once again put a shackle on this group of sages and even legendary guys: they must not participate in the war of mortals.

Mortals here refer to both humans and countless races.

"Sage?"

The Tiger Clan warrior roared, the appearance of the Sage shattered his fighting spirit, and the gap between gods and humans was not something that he, a two-star orc, could break.

However, he didn't have a chance to think too much, and the stout arrows pierced his body and pinned him to the ground, and the cold and pain invaded his mind at the same time, the former freezing his ability to think, and the latter shattering it.

"Are you not afraid of the punishment of darkness when you do this?"

The Tiger Clan warrior had the last thought in despair, and the golden tiger eyes flipped and looked in the direction of the army.

The warriors of the small race were almost lost, nailed to the ground by a rain of black arrows, wailing in pain, each wail died a long time earlier, and if nothing else, these warriors would not survive more than half an hour.

The lion and tiger warriors gasped, lying on the ground to stir up the qi and blood of their bodies, healing the torn wounds together, and a pair of scarlet pupils stared at the darkness, choosing the opportunity to devour.

As for the wolf clan, this race in the dark night has completely evaporated in the vast darkness.

"Bang Bang Bang"

"What a fun bunch of kittens. ”

The black heavy armor came out of the darkness and overlapped with the darkness as one.

The flickering cold light spread with the sound of the heavy armor, and the aura of slaughter affected the stability of the entire darkness, and the darkness made a "gurgling" sound as if it was boiling.

"The defenders of the giant city of Cosmo, the generals of the fourth and fifth garrisons, salute you. ”

A pair of thin young men in black armor came out of the darkness and stood beside the Tiger Clan warriors, greeting the dying Tiger Clan warriors.

"For ...... Why...... Holy, Holy One......"

The fourth defender on the left side smiled, "Isn't it possible for the Sage to participate in mortal battles? Your news is too outdated, don't you know that just yesterday afternoon, my six-seven-ninety-three younger brothers had already used the power of the Sage on the battlefield?"

"That's ......"

"You won?" "The Fifth Defender was like a spear, exuding a chill, "so it doesn't matter if we have a Sage involved?"

The cold murderous aura penetrated through the brain of the Tiger Clan warrior, smashing his last trace of vitality, and the Fifth City Defender raised his head, looked at the tens of thousands of beast warriors in front of him, and waved his hand, "Kill!"

In the megacity of Cosmo, the war is heading to its final destination, and even though it has been known for a long time, it is still unexpected.

Not humans, of course.

More than 200 minotaurs hooked their shoulders and backs, trying not to let their knees go so weak that they fell to the ground, exposing the dozens of werewolves behind them, who were already powerless to fight, to the attack of the enemy in front of them.

The dark and burly body was scarred, and each minotaur had four or five huge wounds on his body that were visible to the bone, and the purple-cyan flesh flew over, revealing the pale giant bones below, and on the huge bones, there were once red blood streaks adhered to them, which turned into purple-blue frozen blocks stuck in the wounds during the war.

"Huhuhu~"

The noisy battlefield fell eerily silent at some point, and the breath of the minotaur echoed in the tens of thousands of Paladins in front of him, very harsh.

Tragedy rises in the hearts of every paladin, as enemies, they are extremely evil, they are the existence of the gods hate, but as warriors, they make this group of paladins feel a trace of respect.

Since ancient times, only those who die in battle can be crowned!

"Mou!"

The cow's hooves shook the sky, and the broken body carried a strong will, waving huge hooves in the midst of hundreds of loud noises, and launched a challenge to the god of death.

The paladin closed his eyes, and the scorching sword in his hand swung in an instant, and the white and scorching holy light erupted from the long sword, and with the fluctuation of purifying the soul, it descended on the minotaur's body.

White light filled the earth, reflecting the milky white mask of the sky, bringing ripples and shaking the air.

"Idiot!"

Oliver angrily reprimanded that since the establishment of the Knights of Sacrifice 10,000 years ago, there have been more than 10 million victims, millions of people who fought to the death, and at least 100,000 people who died to protect their comrades.

"I have predetermined the fate of these fools, you, including the other knights, everyone, I will personally teach them what sacrifice is!"

Oliver's voice resounded unabashedly in the ears of every paladin, shattering the remaining respect in their hearts, and the paladins looked at each other, and the deep fear between them flashed away.

Since Oliver claims to be a sacrificial knight, then in his eyes, everything can be sacrificed, whether it is body or soul.

Hundreds of paladins stepped forward at the same time, and the long sword in his hand swung down without hesitation, and the long sword that had been washed away from the blood stain was as cold as ice, reflecting a pair of emotionless pupils.

The werewolf coldly watched the trajectory of the long sword's fall, and slowly lowered his head with a hint of sadness and relief.

Although you were born to be a shield, you broke your bones and tendons for me, and emptied your blood, and the beast god is above, may we go to the abyss and fight for war.

The hideous wolf's head hit the ground, and the flesh that had not yet lost its elasticity bounced on the ground and rolled down to the two huge corpses, stuck behind a pair of horns, as before, firmly hidden.

"Reorganize!"

Fifty-two paladins fell from the sky, their faces as frost and full of rage.

"Quick!"

A rapid roar accompanied by the majesty of the Sage erupted in the giant city of Cosmo like a flood that burst its banks.

The paladin legions quickly rallied, their helmet-covered faces so gloomy that they could almost wring out water, and the joy of the victory in front of them was crushed in their hearts before they were born.

"Mercy Knights, nine thousand eight hundred!"

"Honest Knights, nine thousand four hundred and twenty-three!"

"Sacrifice the Knights, eight thousand nine hundred and ten!"

"Knights of Humility, nine thousand nine hundred and forty-one!"

After the raging war, the giant city of Cosmo fell into a deep silence, in the south of the city, tens of millions of civilians still fell into a coma, and in the north of the city, it was a mess, and the ruins were full of traces of flames, and everywhere was covered with gray marks.

The sky, the white shroud is like a guardian spirit watching the cold and death raging in the sky, and every ripple is like the mercy of the gods, praying for their own believers.

On the ground, thirty-eight thousand and seventy-four paladins stood on top of the corpses of countless beasts, standing silently with unashamed faces, letting the blood on their feet freeze into ice.

"Can the death of more than 10,000 people teach you what war is?

"Do you, weak people who bear the skin of a holy name, still remember the glory of this ancestor and live in the illusion of invincibility?"

"Weak body, weak strength, brutal beast-like skills, this is how you are, how can you be sheltered under the glory of the Holy Knights for thousands of years?"

"More than fifteen thousand orcs have made a mess of you, you are really the weakest warrior I have ever seen!"

"Hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives overnight, and this god-beloved city was almost reduced to ruins, is this the protection you swore in the first place?"

"If it weren't for the return of the Holy Pearl, the Beast Emperor and his army, how many of you would still be alive now?

"Yet you still have pity on your enemies, and on a group of creatures a hundred times stronger than you, don't you, not be ashamed?"

The Paladin's roar stabbed at the spine of every paladin like a steel needle, making them feel shame unconsciously.

The able-bodied lowered his sword, the tip of which plunged into the powder of the bluestone and sank into the frozen ground below. The wounded man struggled to straighten his body, holding back his voice despite the laceration and blood flowing.

"Do you feel the shame?" Oliver's voice was filled with anger, "will you feel the shame too?

"Then go and wash him away, the ferocious orcs outside the city are roaring, prepare all that you have, go, go and kill them, defend your love, and prove your glory!"

The swarthy giant door opened, revealing a swarthy opening, and a cold wind blew in through the gate, blowing away the gaze of countless paladins.

One by one, the horses galloped out of the stables and rushed towards their masters, and the paladins who could not hold back fell on the horseback, their swords raised high, the holy light flickering, chanting great names, and rushing towards the dark night.

"For the Light!" (To be continued.) )