"I hear you, Saas Ronnie, you're doing a good job!" a leisurely sigh rang out in the darkness, approaching, and a moment later, a short figure walked into a world shrouded in light and blood.

"Ruskin?" In the darkness, the closed-eyed Lordan Fasheng opened his eyes slightly, and murmured softly, with a hint of doubt.

"Your Excellency. Saas Ronnie hurriedly got off his horse, but he stomped into the air and fell to the ground.

Duke Ruskin, who had silver hair on his head, walked over without looking at Saas Ronnie, who was in tears in the middle of the street, and stood in front of the crusaders who were waiting in battle, and asked loudly: "Don't you think your appetite is too big for the Holy See of Light?"

"Ruskin, the Holy See of Light has no appetite, just to spread the glory of the Holy Light!"

Duke Ruskin's eyes flashed, and he laughed and said: "No appetite? This is simply a joke, without appetite, what are you Bright Holy See doing now? Without appetite, where do the corpses in this place come from? Without appetite, how should this expelled night be explained? Or is it that all of this is just a bunch of shrimp in the eyes of your Bright Sect, and you don't even have the interest to swallow it!"

The Duke of Ruskin roared like an angry lion, his silver hair fluttering in the rain.

The brilliant sword qi lit up in vain in the darkness, and a tall figure was shadowy, and a strong killing intent poisonous snake spat out like a letter, "Ruskin, do you know that with what you just said, I can kill you on the spot!"

"Kill me!" Duke Ruskin seemed to have heard a big joke, he slammed open the placket of his chest, revealing his white and tender shriveled chest, and roared like a madman: "Come, kill me, pierce your sword into this chest, let the blood ignite this darkness, I will use my still beating heart to see the ugly desires of your Bright Holy See!"

"Presumptuous!" dozens of loud shouts suddenly sounded, and a strong aura threatened Duke Ruskin, "Blasphemous, you will be burned at the stake and end your filthy life in flames!"

"Burn at the stake?" Duke Ruskin laughed unscrupulously, his thin body was like a cliff in the sea in this huge pressure, let the stormy waves but not move, he lowered his head, looked at the heavy shadow cast by the crusader in front of him, and said disdainfully: "Is this the only trick for you Bright Holy See to turn over and over? There is no novelty at all, and it is disgusting to be rotten. ”

In the darkness, Anthony's voice remembered again, with endless indifference, "Blasphemer, your words and deeds have offended God, and you will pay for it!"

"The price?" repeated Ruskin Ni amusefully, "what do you think I have now? My woman has been killed by you, my son has been killed by you, everything I have been ruined by you!"

"What do you think I have?"

"What else!"

The hysterical roar, like the last despair of the wolf king, howled madly towards the sky.

The rain in the sky suddenly became heavier, the darkness of the night suddenly thickened, and the ruined outer city of Paullow was filled with a sad aura, like a mother's pity gaze, falling on this old man who had nothing.

"You have deprived me of everything, but you have told me that I have to pay the price, God of Light, is this your Holy See?

"Holy Light, you're blind!"

"Boom!"

Scorching lightning fell from the sky, winding and twisting, cutting a long gap in the night.

"Sky, are you blind too!" Duke Ruskin roared, his thin body seemed to have the power to challenge like a god, and the long-lost sense of strength revived in Duke Ruskin's body, at this moment, he seemed to have become an insurmountable mountain range, majestic, towering, and making people look up.

"Presumptuous!"

Anthony was finally furious, and in the darkness, a brilliant silver light erupted, with brilliant diamond-like stars, like a milky way in the sky, sweeping towards Duke Ruskin.

"Bang!"

Without any hindrance, the silver light poured on Duke Ruskin's body, and with a bang, Duke Ruskin exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"This" Saas Ronnie was stunned, staring blankly at the thick blood mist, unable to recover for a long time.

When people talk about death, laugh at life, or just because the sickle of death is still too far away. And when one day, it comes, and it is close at hand, and that fear that penetrates into the bone marrow will sink everything like a wave of anger.

"Just dead?" muttered Saas Ronnie.

Such a powerful person, who died like this?

"Huh?" In the darkness, a soft sound sounded, and the crusaders who were waiting in array parted a passage like a tide, and the golden-armored Anthony walked out quickly, stopping in front of the blood mist, with a puzzled face, "Is this a real phantom?"

"Yes, that's right, Lord Anthony. The old man's voice sounded in the night, with a bit of abruptness.

Saas Ronnie turned his head in surprise, his pale face looking extremely funny with surprise, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it.

In the darkness, the flags trembled, the war horses neighed, and the restlessness continued, and countless heavy gasps sounded in the darkness, converging together and rumbling like thunder.

A luxurious carriage drove out of the darkness, with white jade as the base, gold grooves, and brilliant gems inlaid on it, blooming with dazzling five-color streamers at the moment of entering the light.

On the carriage, five flags fluttered, shaking in the drizzle with the cold wind, the black eagle in the daytime, the red river in the black river, the sunset crescent moon, the green mountains and white land, and the heron soared into the sky.

Under the banner, five old men stood on top of the carriage, their eyes gloomy at the dazzling light.

Saas Ronnie exclaimed in surprise, "Father, Uncle Kashgar, Uncle Kony?"

Then, he saw the two people standing in the middle of several people, and the surprise on his face faintly turned into some fear, "Your Excellency Duke Ruskin!"

Duke Ruskin, who had already exploded into a blood mist, glanced coldly at Saas Ronnie, and then his gaze fell on Anthony, his eyes full of mockery.

"Lord Oriental, Illusionist. Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the gray-robed old man in the middle of the five, and said, "You are playing with the Holy See of Light!"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "I don't dare, when people get old, their courage becomes smaller, and they will never do such a thing as playing the Bright Sect again." ”

"But you did!" Anthony took a step forward, and the crusaders behind him also took a step forward, and the ferocious momentum turned into a giant beast and pressed down.

"That's not what I did!" Ochidora smiled, waved her hand, and the gray light between her fingers bloomed, turning into a light veil to envelop the beast, "Tell me about business, Lord Anthony, you should know that the confrontation between you and me is pointless. ”

"Hmph!" Anthony waved his hand in displeasure, and the crusaders behind him instantly regained their composure, "Ochdora, you don't look at the stars from your observatory, what are you doing in Bolol City?"

Oblivious to Antony's sarcasm, Ochidora said, "I've heard that the nobles are being treated unfairly in Bolore City, so I've come to take a look. ”

"Oh, did you see that?"

"It's nature. Ochidora's eyes narrowed slightly, and an age-appropriate clarity flashed in her old and cloudy eyes, "I have seen the knights of the nobility brutally killed, and they have not received the glory they deserve, and can only cry helplessly. ”

"Are you talking about them?" a corpse flew up at Anthony's feet, and the corpse, which had been trampled into a pile of flesh, was frozen together by blood in the cold wind, forming a plate of flesh with a blue and white sheen.

Ochido stretched out his hand, and the gray light turned into a raised hand, and he carefully held up the corpse, slowly placed it on the ground, and said with a little sadness: "Yes, didn't you hear? ”

"Are you sure?" said Anthony's eyes with a dangerous glint.

Ochadora's voice was sonorous, "I'm sure!"

"So you're saying that these thousand evil knights who tried to desecrate the glory of the God of Light are all knights of your nobles?"

Anthony roared, the golden armor on his body trembled, and the thousands of crusaders who had just lowered their heads behind him raised their heads again and stared at Ochdora without saying a word. In the sky, the aura of blood jade was brilliant in an instant, and the brilliance that could not be seen directly suppressed the slightly white morning light on the horizon in an instant.

Ochmera was a little annoyed, so domineering and reprimanded, he had the illusion of being looked down upon, and he roared, "Anthony, I said yes!"

"In that case" Anthony's eyes instantly became indifferent, clusters of sword qi condensed around him, and a peacock bloomed like a screen, he looked coldly at Ochmera not far away, as indifferent as a god, "So, blasphemous, are you ready to accept God's sanctions?"

"Blasphemer, cut!" said Ochmera disdainfully, "Anthony, let go of your hypocrisy, and who of us does not understand? Your gods have been blasphemed, and so is the glory of the nobility."

"Blasphemer, damn it!"

Anthony turned sideways, his fingers flicked, and the sword qi was like a dragon, blooming in an instant, the silver brilliance flowed, and the irresistible edge swept by.

"Pedanty, in that case, then speak by strength. ”

Ochmera snorted coldly, the gray light on the tips of his fingers bloomed, and his left hand rolled aside, rolling the stunned pestle between the two of them to the side, his right hand shook slightly, and the gray light turned into a large net, enveloping the sword qi.

"Kill!"

Behind him, thirteen legionnaires roared, and thousands of crusaders turned into a wave of rage and poured out in an instant.

The four noble nobles in the carriage looked at each other, and Duke Ruskin turned his head and raised his hand slightly, "Tear them apart!" (To be continued.) )