On the six-pointed star continent, the knights of the Cloud Spine Knights Kingdom set up a column in front of the country, which is a great ceremony, each knight is draped with a flag symbolizing the glory of the country and heroes on their backs, and the weapons in their hands are like their bodies, they have been scarred, but their will is also like their weapons, after a hundred battles, they are still resolute.

The six-pointed star, which was once glorious for thousands of years, is now only one country left, the tragic horn is sounding in front of the country, they have not received a response from their former allies, the five countries are dead, no matter what the outcome of this war is today, history is about to turn a new page. The knights' eyes are like torches, and under the strong conviction, even if the abyss is in front of them, there is no trace of fear in their hearts, and the knights will only obey orders and be willing to sacrifice their lives for the country.

The old marshal rode a white sea whale, ordered troops in front of the army, sighed in his heart, and finally only said one sentence: "Knights, for the country!" For glory! ”

All the knights shouted in unison: "For the country! For glory! "They all have in their bosoms a wooden jug filled with fire oil, which is endowed with a spell, and when the knights are at their end, they will detonate the jug, not to blow up the enemy, but to burn themselves to the ground, so as not to become a puppet of the enemy and disgrace the knight's honor.

In the city of Sherdan (the capital of the Knights of Cloudridge), there is only one melody that wafts through the corners of the streets, and it is the triumphal song of Dohir (the goddess of war believed in the Knights of Cloudridge), sung by the nuns who believe in the gods of knighthood, and the streets and shops are empty, and people pour into the nearest knights' sanctuary to pray and pray for victory in front of the statues of knightly heroes throughout the ages.

In the palace of Sherdan City, the seven-year-old little prince Jiang Yang was carefree by his mother's side, he did not have the concept of defeat and victory in his mind, all he thought about was that after the war, his king father was able to bring him back a beautiful whistle, his mother looked at the palace worriedly, she did not carry the gorgeous jewelry of the past, only a grass ring on the ring finger of her right hand, which originated from a beautiful legend of the Cloud Spine Knights, the hero who was about to fight said goodbye to his beloved girl in the flower field, He gathered flowers and plants to make a grass ring and put it on the girl's finger, and the girl poured all her blessings into it, and when the hero returned triumphantly, the setting sun turned the grass ring into a beautiful gold.

Ten miles outside the country, gunsmoke is everywhere.

The old marshal drew his axe from behind his back, closed his eyes, and made a four-corner movement with his right hand on his chest, and when he opened his eyes again, his life had been left behind, and only the faith and glory of the knight were left in front of him. And the knights behind him repeated their beliefs in their hearts.

"It's coming!"

This puff of yellow smoke stopped a mile in front of the gate of the Cloud Spine Knights, and the first to appear in the smoke was an old knight with a long axe full of holes, and he stood on top of the same scarred White Sea Whale. When the knight in front of the country saw the old knight, he was extremely sad and indignant, it was a seventy-four-year-old old hero who enjoyed great prestige in the Cloud Spine Knight Country. The most unbearable thing for knights is that the Hanging Tan clan makes their former comrades-in-arms puppets and becomes

own enemies, this is a great insult to the glory of the knights. Behind the puppet old knight, there were no Hangtan people, only a knight who had been made into a puppet, the Gudanlulu people, and other compatriots of the six-pointed star.

The old marshal looked at the old brother who had been sitting side by side with him, standing in front of him with an expression on his face, and a moment of pain welled up in his heart that could not be turned over, but he immediately turned over, he raised his double axe, and shouted for the last time: "For the sake of the country!" For the sake of - glory! Two puffs of yellow smoke rose in all directions, and the two teams of men and horses roared and collided together, and only after three breaths, a wooden pot was immediately detonated, and the fire oil was like a golden ink flower scattered, each of which was the knight's fearlessness and unwillingness.

Above the city gates, the king stuck his sword of victory in the ground and looked at the battlefield with a blank face. A white sea whale fell from the sky, full of golden and red "flowers", he raised his head, looked at the clouds, drew four corners on his chest and prayed, and whispered: "God, let victory come again to this land full of wounds, your children need your blessings." ”

A row of nuns appeared on the castle tower, and they sang the "Song of Triumph" to send blessings to the fighting knights. The knights who fought bloodily fell, new puppets were immediately reborn, the ancient trees of Sherdan were evergreen, the mother river was still giving birth to new life, and the smoke and flames of war here were only a passing cloud in the long river of nature and history.

But in an hour, accompanied by the blessing chants of the nuns, the gates of the Knights of Cloudridge were breached by firelight, and the city of Sherdan was dark, and the people drew the curtains for their houses and their homes

The Knights of Cloudridge are not yet dead

In the blood-drimmed city of Sherdan, the three knights stood in front of the collapsed palace, their armor was tattered, the blood had soaked the placket behind the armor, and they still had flags hanging on their backs, as long as the flag was fluttering, as long as a knight was still alive, the city of Xherdan was still there, and the way of knighthood had not been ended

Tan Changming walked out from among the clansmen and the puppets, and came to the three knights, and the puppets behind him were carrying the king's head on the spear. Tan Changming said indifferently to the three knights who were holding their bodies: "Surrender, your country is destroyed."

The older knight, straight, he was shorter than Tan Changming, but at the moment he seemed to be much taller, he didn't give Tan Changming any response, anyone could feel the rock-solid knight's heart on him, this was his last battle, and his strong sense of honor made him not allow himself to bow to any enemy. And the young knights, in their indignant expressions, are still the same original intention of seeing death as home, they have imagined themselves dying like heroes countless times since the day they became knights, and today, they are carrying the last banner of the Cloud Spine Knight Country, and they are unknown at any time, but they have become the last heroes.

"That's it" Tan Changming wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, turned his head away from looking at the knights' firm gaze, and then said coldly: "Anyway, you will soon become corpses, continue to maintain your so-called knightly way, from now on, I will be your master, and I will conquer the world in this sea area for me." ”

Surrounding the three knights was the cloud that had been made into corpse puppets

The knights of the Spine Knights, including the commander who swore an oath in front of the country an hour ago, for the knights, whether the soul or the body, belong to the country and glory, and it is the greatest shame for the knights to become the minions of the enemy. The old knight who was alive closed his eyes, and the two young knights looked extremely angry, and they cursed that even if their souls were destroyed, they would curse the Hanging Tan clan for eternity. The disrespect for the deceased, as well as the disdain for the beliefs of the deceased, the Hanging Tan tribe did it easily, which is also the reason why the gravedigger faction is incompatible with the Hanging Tan tribe.

One after another, there are two remaining living knights, and one of the Cloudridge Knights has not yet perished

The last knight raised the banner with both hands, and two white blades fell, he was cut off both arms, and under the gushing blood, he bent down and bit the flag with his mouth, his eyes carried the dignity of the whole nation and the whole country, and the tenacious and unyielding gaze made Tan Changming and the people of the Hanging Tan tribe under the pressure of the soul. Then a knife fell, and the last knight of the Cloud Ridge Knights Kingdom ended his life, but the city of Sherdan was still there, and the Cloud Ridge Knights Kingdom had not yet perished

On the corners of the streets, under the piles of baskets hide a dozen children, large and small, with knives with wooden handles pinned to their waists, who will grow into new knights, and one day, the song of triumph will sound again

Tan Changming looked at his slender fingers, and said casually and coldly: "Sweep up, there is no one left" The puppets are gone, and the people of the Hanging Tan tribe are scattered, in the streets and alleys, in the ruins of the palace and the collapsed buildings, the puppets ended the life of every living being, and the butcher knife finally found the basket that trembled in the dark

The Knights of the Cloud Ridge are dead, completely dead

This is the last of the six-pointed stars to be destroyed, the country with the worst ending, no one survives under the butcher's knife of the Hanging Tan people, the spirit of chivalry, so that every countryman has no choice to escape, even civilians, have taken up arms, willing to do the fight for their lives The howling of the dead is the uneasiness of the wind, and the glory of the knight melts on the ancient tree of Sherdan

"Finally" Tan Changming raised his head and sighed: "Finally killed"

The six Tiangong Dou were ruthlessly eliminated by the war, and a puppet army of the Hanging Tan people appeared under the hands of the Hanging Tan people who gathered the elites of the six pointed star countries, with a full number of 130,000 people, of course, not all puppets can appear at the same time, and there are only tens of thousands of puppets that can be mobilized to fight at the same time, but even so, the entire sea area, on the land, it is difficult for the forces to fight against the Hanging Tan Clan.

The "lucky" plan continues, next, the unstoppable combat power of the Hanging Tan Clan, will sweep the remaining Tiangong Dou like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the longer the war lasts, the more tragic the battle situation becomes, the Hanging Tan Clan will grow stronger and stronger, the fallen is the corpse, the rising is the puppet This is a family that should be born to get the world, their use of family art has long deviated from the original intention of the ancestors, this is also a family that should have ambitions, because it is not ambitious enough, it should be targeted and destroyed by the world.

Tan Changming looked at Dongfang Baibai, many pictures flashed in his heart, and after thinking about it, he said calmly: "Next place, Hengshan." ”

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