Outside the ancient and majestic walls of Coennas, the silver armor of the Royal Knights contrasted with the tarnished armor of the Knights of the Troublelands, and the two armies met like silver waves crashing against the black-and-gray cliffs and reefs, splashing bright red waves. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On this battle line of blood and sand, a strangely shaped black sword stabbed and swung, and the mysterious lines and patterns of the blades outlined the tail of the demon ghost, like a fireworks that wantonly swayed and devoured lives.

The flying sand and dust almost obscured the sunlight, the sound of killing shook the sky, the figures were numerous, and hideous faces flashed one after another.

Avoiding the sudden tip of the sword in the oblique thorn, he swept sideways, and in the corner of his eye, the body of a burly knight was torn from his waist and abdomen, and blood spurted out.

The long-lost smell of blood and the stench of internal filth seemed to bring Richard back to those days and nights when he was on the verge of life and death, and there was only one thought left in his heart.

Kill......

The scimitar was opened, and the sound of stabbing through the chain mail and ribs came from the hilt.

The scorching flames suddenly flew overhead, and fell on the enemy positions not far ahead, scorched dirt and corpse remains scattered everywhere, and the pungent smell of burnt fire, even with a hint of flesh.

Richard glanced at the city, catching a glimpse of Layla raising her staff, the Red Flame Eagle emerging from the tip of the inconspicuous staff, ready to fly, and a hurricane between Lucia's hands.

At this moment, there was a loud and earth-shattering noise in the distance.

Richard swung his sword across an arc to fend off the approaching enemy troops, leaping to his feet and looking in the direction from which the sound had come from. I saw that in the distant enemy position, a rain of fire fell from the sky, and a tall figure stepped out of the fire, swinging his sword and slashing towards his brother, the fighting spirit brought by the long sword was so strong that it made people palpitate even from such a distance.

"Brother!" Richard exclaimed, and the moment he landed, he saw a white figure shooting towards his brother, and at the same time, something seemed to block the majestic sword qi.

Kill!

Richard's eyes were torn and he ran wildly, and then flashed the oncoming plate axe, bent his knees, and his long sword stretched out, and slammed it up. The knight with the axe began to crack at the crotch, like a chick torn in half, and let out a sharp and desperate scream.

Right above his head, hundreds of Saint Cutting Sword Qi shot up into the sky like a rain of arrows, flying towards the knight's position.

......

"I don't believe I can't kill him!"

The moment the staff was in her hands, Lisa suddenly understood in her heart, and without hesitation, she raised it towards Jesse, who was constantly walking in.

The wind magic elements in the air, which had just been stirred up by her but were still wandering, gathered towards the blue beast core at the top of the staff as if they had suddenly found an exit.

Suddenly, a momentum that even Lisa hadn't thought of appeared in front of her.

There were no hurricanes or wind blades, just pure power, poured into the air that froze instantly.

The miracle that once appeared on the Place Royale in Femont has reappeared.

The rain of fire was extinguished, and the messy wheat field was like a broken blanket, lifted by an invisible giant hand, and shook Jesse out along with countless knights who had died or were about to die.

After a few seconds, it seemed as if the sound of countless giant trees squeezing and tumbling sounded, followed by a huge earthquake and roar, and then the sound of the howling wind. The whole process is like a prehistoric giant beast that covers hundreds of miles, sneezing loudly.

Lisa smiled and shook the wind staff forged by Mithril and pouted, "Good thing, it's mine!"

Before she finished speaking, her face was difficult to look at. I saw that in the wedge-shaped pit hundreds of meters wide, a figure covered in mud slowly stood up.

"Kill him, and it's yours!" Donner shouted.

Lisa didn't answer, and flew into the air, raising her staff in the air before the clay figure could crawl out of the pit.

This time, the wind magic, which Donner named the Air Hammer, slammed into the crater, and the rebounding shockwave shook Lisa like a white kite off the line.

Donner stood at the edge of the crater, also shaken by the powerful air current, and a sharp pain came from his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood. But, before he could hit the ground, he shouted to the sky: "Come again! Don't give him a respite!"

Without his warning, Lisa had already gone and returned, and there was another earth-shattering roar, and the earth shook violently, and the mud mixed with sewage splashed from the huge crater and sprinkled the entire sky.

The battlefield was eerily quiet, and almost everyone looked this way, with a look of horror, excitement, or disbelief on their faces......

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Lisa seemed to have suddenly lost the support of her magic, and fell from a high altitude towards the huge pit, and before she fell into the mouth of the pit, her body suddenly catapulted into the sky, and at the same time, muddy water burst out along the edge of the mouth of the pit hundreds of meters in diameter.

It was a few seconds before the roar reached the towers of the city walls, to Lucia's ears, whose hands trembled uncontrollably.

It was only then that the battlefield began to move again, and the Knights of the Femon Royal Order, after seeing Lisa perform a series of miraculous and terrifying magics, were even more powerful, and suddenly advanced the battle line by more than a hundred meters, almost completely blocking the advance of the knight army.

In the distance, in the stands on the top floor of the Imperial Arena, Alex stared blankly at the scene outside the city, and whispered in distraction: "Is this legendary magic......

Beside him, the nobles of the Femon Empire were all silent, and even their bodies were stiff.

......

Donna lay on the ground, breathing hard, and now he was not much different from ordinary people except for some remnants of the Wind Divine Yuan.

If it hadn't been for the repeated use of magic wands before, all the enemy troops in the south would have been swept away, maybe they would have been surrounded by knights, and there would be less luck.

"Your Apostles......"

When the voice of the Ninth Divine Son sounded, Donner felt a warm holy light envelop him, and the piercing pain in his torso and limbs gradually dissipated.

Without any defensive magic protection, he had already been seriously injured by the shock wave of the air hammer bombarding the crater, and if it weren't for the appearance of the Divine Son, it might have been difficult to even move for a while.

Lisa's white robe fluttered down beside Donner, her posture calm, as usual.

Donner struggled to sit up, coughing, "Go...... Go and help......"

Lisa didn't move, and the Ninth Divine Son took a step forward, blocking Donner's side.

At the edge of the crater in the distance, a muddy figure crawled out of the ground on his hands and feet.

Donner's heart was horrified—how strong was this man's body to be able to come out alive under such a continuous, near-legendary magical blast?

As if to verify his thoughts, the Ninth Divine Son raised his hands and formed a cross, and then a holy sword shot out like a tangible dagger infused with white fighting energy.

Nearly a kilometer away, on the battlefield where the two armies were fighting, the knight legion was encouraged by Jesse's reappearance, and their momentum soared, and they rushed forward one after another towards the Royal Knights of the Faemon Empire, who began to dissipate the effect of God's blessing in the high-intensity life-and-death battle.

Jesse suddenly stretched out his arms and shouted, "It's fun!

Lisa licked her lips and didn't say anything more, the total amount of her Wind Divine Yuan far exceeded that of Donner, but she couldn't afford to squander it like this just now.

The Ninth Divine Son stood quietly in front of Donna, with his experience, the Sword of the Holy Judgment was enough to pierce the eleventh level defensive magic, but it was almost impossible to pose any threat to the paladin, otherwise in the world-wide battle three thousand years ago, the Holy See would not have used the power of the Five Great Holy Courtyards, and the Qiga Mountain would not have risen with the trend.

Killings were heard in the distance, but here it was as silent as death.

Donner slowly stood up. The morning sun shone from behind on his blood-stained white robe, and the south wind blew gently, and seemed to carry the fragrance of wheat fields and earth, just as he smelled on the cliff heights where his father had been buried in Naga, on the island of Lante.

Twenty-three years passed in a flash, like a magnificent dream.

He turned his head to look in the direction of Coennas, the figure of Lucia on the tower of the city wall was blurred, and there seemed to be Richard's voice in the chaotic battle group in front of the city.

Donner leaned over and picked up a long sword, brushed aside the Ninth Divine Son, made an innocuous gesture beyond him, nodded and smiled at Lisa, and then dragged the long sword backwards towards Jesse, his steps steady and steady, not at all like he had been injured.

At this time, no one noticed that more than a hundred meters away, a girl in a bright red dress was picking up a staff decorated with a fiery red magic core from a pile of knight corpses.

The girl tugged at the corner of her skirt, carefully wiped the staff clean, and then looked up at the figure with the morning light on her back.

"Young Master," she smiled happily, her smile more charming than the morning light, "your staff...... Lend me a favor. ”