The Frost God Calendar is nine years and three hundred and eight days, and this is destined to be a day that will be remembered by history.

Crumbling walls, broken houses, helpless weeping, desperate wailing

Blood, fire, fear, death

What really happened that night?

When the epoch was ended, no one remembered, even the survivors who had experienced that terrible night squeaked and whined, after all, that night was nothing more than a floating on the surface of the sea to the entire calamitous Frost Calendar, insignificant.

Even, in the vast dictionary of alchemists, only a few words are recorded.

It's raining.

A light rain and a hazy mist floated on the outside of the magnificent city of Paulol, shrouding it like a shadow, exuding a disgusting decay.

Thin pieces of rain fell, hitting the charred ruins, washing away a smear of dust.

The red flowers struggled, trembled, and reluctantly faded all their colors, offering all the filth under the stems of the flowers to the ice-blue rain.

This is the first rain in the city of Paulol, and the first rain in the whole world, just because it is the first rain of the Frost Calendar.

With the greeting of the sky, it turned into drops of ice-blue water and fell from a height of 100,000 meters, bringing hope and life to the parched earth, and extinguishing the war song that had ignited blood and fire for nearly a decade.

But, did it succeed?

Naturally, there is none.

Darkened by the night, the pure white armor traveled through the rain, allowing the cool raindrops to slip through the hair and down the sacred cross to the earth.

Boots were trampling, water was splashing, but there was no sound, and five thousand crusaders walked silently through the streets of the outer city of Paulol, like dark beasts, casting a shadow of terror.

In the shadows, small gaps opened, and faint breaths sounded through the cracks of the doors, with panic and timidity, cautiously using their eyes to look at the giant beast that was silently moving forward outside.

The thirteen most powerful warriors, Huvoso, Paul, and Tavis, walked in front, their long swords unsheathed and standing in front of them.

The icy rain became more and more urgent, and the fog broke down, revealing the bleak world below, inexplicably sad.

However, as described in the book, the world does not tolerate half of the good.

"The Crusaders of the Holy See of Light, are you going to war with the noble group?"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and a flag was raised high, representing the black eagle of the Sades family.

Behind the banner, thousands of black-armored knights stood silently, the rain was falling, the black armor exuded a deep cold, and a pair of numb eyes stared indifferently ahead. Like a cold sculpture.

The thirteen warriors glanced at each other, and then, Huvoso's hand was raised high.

With a "snap", the five thousand warriors stopped, raised their heads, and stared at the raised fist.

Without the slightest nonsense, everything condensed and turned into a single word that shook the world.

"Kill!"

A roar erupted from Huvoso's hideous head, and his scarred eyes suddenly erupted with a blood-colored light, like a demon screaming.

The five thousand crusader warriors who had been silent turned into fierce beasts in an instant, their long swords unsheathed, and the silver sword engraved with the guardian angel slashed through the night, and the holy light descended.

All kinds of divine techniques fell from the sky, and the nine-day level light mage Sades stepped on a huge light magic array in the sky to reveal his figure, and behind him, nine figures tightly wrapped in white robes stood solemnly, and bright white light lit up from their bodies, each representing a divine art.

Blessing, protecting, healing

The night was illuminated, and the cold wind was expelled for the third time in this night, and only the wisps of rain in the sky still fell, stubbornly trying to water the hopeless dry earth with beautiful flowers.

"Kill them!"

Saas Ronny said lightly, with a cold smile on his vain face, although his father had told him seriously, but in his opinion, the five thousand warriors in front of him were vulnerable, and what about the crusaders?

These rabbles in front of you!

Thousands of knights lowered their helmets, their cold eyes peeking out from the holes of the two black holes, flashing with fierce murderous intent.

Underneath, the war horse buried its head deeply, letting the cold rain hit its mane on its back, letting the wisps of white vapor steam, it snorted roughly, and two thick air currents sprayed out of its nostrils, blowing the rain in front of it in all directions.

"Dada"

The sound of horses' hooves gradually rose, like a song, converging into a song of ups and downs on the battlefield, rolling up like a wave from under the hooves of a thousand knights.

"Kill!"

A dull roar sounded, like the fuse of war, igniting all killing intent in an instant.

The knight lowered his body and lay tightly on the body of the war horse, the long sword in his hand held horizontally in front of him, like a machine harvesting leeks, flashing with a dazzling cold light that could not be concealed even in the night.

The crusaders roared, and such indiscriminate contempt was a great insult to them that even the undignified crusaders could not bear.

The white armor roared, with a bright white light, turned into an angry wave, carrying the dignity of being insulted, and rushed towards the torrent rolling in front of it.

"Boom!"

Black Mountain White Water, in an instant, collided together.

The galloping knights rushed into the crusader battle array wave after wave, like a crazy pile driver, a crazy ramming battle array, thousands of knight swords flew over, and the snow-white sword light was like an autumn pupil that cut water, but it revealed the ruthless killing intent of life and death.

"Hah!"

The crusader shouted in vain, and a pale white curtain of light suddenly appeared, turning into a huge shroud over the warrior at the front.

The bodies of dozens of soldiers in the front row sank suddenly, and their majestic bodies seemed to be carrying a towering mountain, firmly rooted on the ground, and the cyan stone slabs on the ground screamed, and the cracks in the Dao Dao spread rapidly to all sides, obviously, it could no longer bear it.

With a "boom", the cavalry slammed into the bodies of dozens of soldiers, and a muffled snort sounded, and bright red blood droplets slipped from the corners of their mouths and fell on the blood-red cross on their chests, which was extremely hideous.

But it's blocked!

The resolute gaze drooped slightly, the pure white armor let out a tooth-aching moan, and the cobweb-like fine patterns quietly bloomed, dropping one tiny fragment after another.

The pale white light curtain trembled, layers of ripples skimmed, and wisps of white light escaped, directing a terrifying impact to the ground, crushing the already shattered bluestone slabs into powder.

"Hey, hey"

The tall knight sneered, straightened up slightly, the long sword in his hand swung violently, the fire-colored brilliance bloomed, and the heartbreaking sound sounded, the scorching heat instantly burned the holy light mask, and a layer of scorched black meandered on the light mask, just like the dark abyss that spanned the southern tip of the continent forever, revealing an evil aura.

In the sky, the eyes of Saddus, who was swaying with holy light, were slightly condensed, his luxurious robe was flying, like the wings of an angel, and the hazy light feathers fell from his palms, and they continued to fall on these dozens of crusader warriors.

Dozens of warriors only felt that their bodies were surrounded by a gentle breath, the soreness of their bodies was cleared, their tired spirits were shocked, and their bodies that had already endured the huge impact stood up violently, and they roared angrily and lifted the big shield in their hands high.

"Boom!"

The second wave of knights arrived, and the horses rose sideways, passing the first wave of knights, and the huge hooves of the horses stepped heavily on the dozens of knights, falling into the crusaders gathered together.

Then, the third and fourth waves of 4,000 horses' hooves trampled by, and a thousand cold rays of light swept away.

The crusader warriors were caught off guard for a moment, and in the panic, thousands of holy lights lit up and turned into large round shields, enveloping the whole person underneath.

"Boom"

The horse stepped on the holy shield, and the iron hooves fell like the foothills, and the weight was as heavy as a thousand even.

Blood burst and splattered, and hundreds of crusaders were crushed into piles of warm meat puree in an instant, like pieces of meat lying on a meat mill.

"Kill!"

The thirteen powerful branch leaders roared angrily, their eyes splitting with rage, and their eyes, red from rage, erupted into two terrifying red lights.

The Crusaders had never been dealt such a blow since their formation, and the small aristocratic private soldiers had inflicted hundreds of casualties on them, and if the remaining Crusaders heard it, the anger born of humiliation would sweep through the heavens.

"Kill!"

The enraged crusaders roared, the moment of their brother's death ignited a certain point in their hearts, and a new force rose from within their bodies.

The Crusaders, who represent the judgment of the Holy See, may not be so strong individually, or even weak, but once they come together, something called the military spirit is born in their hearts.

The military soul is not the condensed cross phantom, it is the power of blood and qi summoned by the resonance of all crusader warriors at the same moment, which cannot be inherited or copied.

Rich blood qi surrounded their bodies, intertwined with holy light, and a crystal clear aura like blood jade condensed in the sky above them.

Strength, speed, endurance, The angry crusader seemed to have undergone a holy baptism at the moment of the aura, and the whole person was reborn, bursting out with a force enough to tear the sky.

They lowered their heads, stepped over their brothers' flesh and blood, no longer panicked, no longer busy, an invisible air flow connected everyone together, as strong as a terrifying monster blooming in the sky, like a giant dragon bowing its head, rolling dragon power raging, golden eyes staring at the ants under their feet.

The horses neighed, the eyes of the huge horses were full of unease, the huge hooves of the horses were raised, kicking in the air, the muscles of the body were writhing, and the huge body actually turned a corner out of thin air, rushing towards the darkness on both sides of the street, no matter how the knight drove it, he would not look back.

The knight's fierce smile froze instantly, and a look of surprise emerged, as a knight, it can be said that the mount is his legs, carrying forty percent of his combat effectiveness, once there is no mount, then, he can be said to be a short-legged warrior, and such a warrior is a tragedy in front of a real warrior.

In an instant, the thousand knights seemed to have fallen into a deep quagmire, swirling in five thousand pairs of blood-red eyes.

"Come down!"

Sure enough, at the moment when the mount lost control, an angry roar rang in the knight's ears at the same time, and the thick palm was like the scythe of death, grabbing towards the panicked knight.

"No!

The knight roared, swinging his sword and slashing at the palm.

The thick palm did not hesitate at all, it did not move, and stretched out at a firm speed, but above the palm, a rich white light flashed, mixed with blood, and turned into a piece of battle armor with condensed blood-colored veins, firmly enveloping the palm underneath.

"Bang!"

The sword fell, the blood trembled, ripples gradually rose, and the knight looked at the bouncing sword with despair.

"No!"

The knight roared, his legs slammed hard, and a huge force suddenly poured on the war horse under his crotch.

The war horse was in pain, raised his head and neighed, and two bean-sized teardrops appeared in his huge eyes, mixed with the rain in the sky.

However, everything is just a useless struggle, and for this group of crusaders who have awakened the crusader soul, as long as they are in the crusader array, it is only easy for each of them to face the ten knights in front of them.

The palm of his hand gripped the knight's neck tightly and slammed it to the ground.

There was a terrible howl, and the sharp pain ran directly through the knight's mind from the top of the neck, and in an instant, more than thirty percent of the knights lost consciousness.

However, this did not make the angry warrior feel the slightest pity, the cold sword was raised, and it fell fiercely, and the blood bloomed, blending into the rain in the sky, turning into a slightly bloody blood, and returning to the embrace of the earth.

The sneer on Sass Ronny's face gradually receded, his face was pale, and he looked in horror at the slaughterhouse in front of him, and at the knights who had lost their lives like pigs who had been expected by him, so humble, so small, so frightened.

In his eyes, the street in front of him turned into a blood-colored world, the pair of eyes flashing in the blood-colored world were the greed of the devil, and the gasp was the coming of evil, "You will pay!" he trembled and roared, his voice was rough, everything changed so fast that he didn't have time to think.

A cold sweat slipped from his hair, and he could feel his legs and stomach tremble.

Underneath, the war horse spun around restlessly, and its thick hooves stepped on the bluestone slab, looking a little weak.

"The Holy See of Light has never been afraid of the price, and in this world, there has never been any organization that can make the Holy See of Light pay the price!"

In the wind and rain, Huvoso yelled.

"The will of light cannot be hindered!"

The thirteen sub-group leaders roared angrily, like thirteen powerful beast kings, and their ferocious aura rose to the sky, with naked killing intent.

"The desires of the Holy See of Light have swelled to such an extent, can you still represent the will of the Light?" stammered Saas Ronnie.

That's not what he wanted to say. But now he just wants to run as hard as he can, away from this horrible slaughterhouse, and farther away, preferably back to that warm home thousands of miles away.

However, no, he did not dare to disobey the words of the thin old man, he had never seen such a person change so much in one day, this was simply the transformation of a wild dog into a wolf king. You can imagine what kind of madness is hidden behind that!

"The will of the Holy Light?" Anthony's voice sounded in the dark night, such a question can only be answered by him, the thirteen sub-heads are not qualified to answer this question, "The Holy See of Light will always represent the will of the Holy Light, only by destroying all of you heretics, can the Holy Light truly come!"

"So do you mean you're going to wipe out the entire group of nobles?" asked Saas Ronnie continued.

"As long as the noble group returns to the embrace of the God of Light, then he can continue to exist. ”

Saas Ronny roared, "So, you're still going to wipe out the entire noble group!"

Anthony's voice fell silent, and after a while, he said again, "You have to think like that!"

As soon as the words fell, Saas Ronnie seemed to have been pardoned, he turned around, his face was covered with surprise, and roared loudly: "Did you hear it? Did you hear it? He confessed, he confessed, the Holy See of Light just wants to eliminate all the nobles, all the noble groups!"

"Did you hear it! Did you hear it?"

"Confessed, he confessed!"

A crying roar, but with endless joy, suddenly sounded in the eyes of more than 4,000 people. (To be continued.) )