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First, this is a matter of the country's face, and second, there is really no good way to stick to the Isfaro Cathedral for four days.

"Boring meeting. Tiran returned to his palace and shook his head gently.

This is a garden villa, covering an area of about 200 acres, which is too small compared to the queen's castle.

However, the garden villa can only be moved in by the kings of various countries, and the second is the townhouse area, most of the generals and wealthy businessmen can be divided into dozens of square meters of houses to live, which is already very good, and many soldiers are sleeping in tents.

After all, if you want to settle more than five million troops in a short period of time, with the strength of the Isfaro Cathedral, you can't do this.

"How's the Guardian Sword Master?" asked Tiran with a glance at the current head of the court magician, Grand Magus Qili.

"Lord Swordmaster is still unconscious, but under the care of an archbishop-level priest, he is out of danger. Archmagister Qili said.

Tiran was silent, and after a few moments, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, as if she were smiling happily.

The Thunder Sword Saint was slain by the Corpse Witch King and severely injured Juhel, and then was besieged by four Sacred Domain Church Elders, and retreated injured.

Humans, it seems that they have beaten away the Corpse Witch King, but everyone knows very well in their hearts that the injuries suffered by the Corpse Witch King are far lighter than those of humans, and the next time the Corpse Witch King comes with a peak posture, even if the four Sacred Domain Church elders besiege him together, it is estimated that they will be evenly divided.

After fighting the powerhouses of the six holy realms in a row, and finally retreating calmly with minor injuries, how strong is the mana of this corpse witch king?

The Pope was worried, and the various angel legions couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"What's he doing now?" asked Tiran.

"I have been by the side of the Sword Saint, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, which is deeply moving. Qili's tone was not without sarcasm.

"Hmph, the villain among the hypocrites, without the protection of the Sword Saint, how can he become the auxiliary minister of the Lorance Empire?" Tiran snorted coldly and said, "If the Sword Saint is unlucky...... Cartier's political enemies and enemies must be torn to pieces, including that little slut! I will take her, cut off her hands and feet, and raise her in an altar. ”

Qili sighed lightly, stood behind the queen, and said softly: "Tiran, so many years have passed, you are now in power, your position is stable, and the power of the nobles has been reduced to an unprecedented level, isn't it good to be a queen in peace and stability?

"I don't believe that the wisdom of the Pope would kill the supreme commander of a country for the sake of a dead useless man. Tiran shook her head, her position was no one who could replace her, in the minds of the soldiers and people, Tiran's status was almost second only to the Goddess of Light, if the Pope dared to kill her for this, the Tulip Empire's million-strong army would be demoralized and on the verge of collapse.

"However, the premise of all this is based on the fact that the Sword Saint had an accident, if the Sword Saint is alive, ...... it."

"Don't worry, dear Teacher Qili. Tiran held Qili's hand, looking at her with gray sideburns, from childhood to adulthood, no matter when and where, there is only one person who will never abandon Qili, she smiled gently at Qili, and said: "I have already arranged it, if nothing else, we will see this month." ”

......

Line of Light, Isfaro Cathedral.

Curt, who is nearly seventy years old, was called up by the queen to once again put on his armor and came to the front line to fight.

On the side, Principal Amu, who was in his nineties, and his friend Principal Kress stood side by side, leading a group of court magicians to defend a certain section of the castle wall in Isfaro Cathedral.

King Alberton, a timid and cowardly fellow, fled overseas with his endless wealth and royal family, abandoning the entire territory of the army and civilians.

However, an old general stayed, integrated 700,000 soldiers and civilians, and took thirty gates with him. The Canaanite plane's most advanced weapon of war, 'Roar of the Gods', came to the Cathedral of Isfaro through the Lorance Empire.

With the roar of these thirty gods, the walls guarded by the Tulip Empire were able to withstand the frantic attack of the army of the undead for two days and two nights.

"If the war is over, the vast territory of the Alberon Empire will be divided between the two empires of Lorance and Tulip, and that king, at best, will occupy a few islands and become a small lord. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, if that cowardly king dares to come back, without the judgment of the religious ruling, the hundreds of thousands of surviving Aberon soldiers and civilians will drown the stupid king with a mouthful of spit. ”

Principal Amu listened quietly, the whispers of the magicians under him, compared to the trembling mentality of the previous two days, after two days of fierce fighting, the pampered magicians have matured, become less timid, and begin to have boring gossip.

"Old Kress, you should have let Lucy take refuge in the desert. Principal Amu sighed at his old friend.

"Who can survive at a critical juncture for the survival of mankind? If the demons occupy the continent and hide overseas, the cowards will be liquidated by the Kraken, and if the demons join forces, the Venetian Federation will not survive alone. Kress coughed lightly, glancing at Lucy who was wearing a thin magician's robe, her left arm no longer existed, when the end came, she had been to Di Yi Magic School, wanting to assist the mentor and escort the younger brothers and sisters to the southern territory, but on the way back, she was bitten off by a demonic beast and her left arm.

"Di Yi Magic School, in the hundreds of years since the establishment of the school, to say that the most outstanding is Li Jun, who was taught by Belinda and Mo Lin, even if Di Yi Magic School is destroyed, but I think the spirit of the school will still be passed on in his body......"

"Sanctuary, tsk, I can't imagine it. ”

The two old fellows smiled and whispered, and suddenly, when the first rays of sunlight shot out of the horizon, the vast army of skeletons, lichs, abomination warriors, etc., formed by the undead, with messy steps, armed with crude weapons, black and pressed, rushed towards this section of the wall.

"Fill the Philosopher's Stone and activate the roar of the gods!" Principal Amu shouted, giving the order.

Buzz, buzz, buzz~~

The power of the roar of the gods, Li Jun had personally experienced it, and it was not much inferior to the forbidden spell.

At that time, Li Jun once sighed, the birth of 'Roar of the Gods' was enough to be included in the epoch-making initiative, but later, after decades of drifting in another universe, Li Jun saw more advanced civilizations, and the weapons of war developed could threaten the lives of warriors and mages in the Holy Realm, compared to the latter, 'Roar of the Gods' was much inferior.

However, with the level of civilization in the Canaanite plane, it is rare to be able to develop the 'Roar of the Gods', this kind of super artillery that destroys the world and the earth, in any case, the contemporary kings of the Ebyron Empire, and the developers of the 'Roar of the Gods', are destined to go down in history and leave a strong mark.

Running to the front, there are countless skeletons, skeletons belong to low-level undead creatures, and they are the kind of cannon fodder-level existence.

Several beams of energy roaring from the gods shot down saturatedly, directly evaporating hundreds of thousands of skeleton undead.

The crossbowmen of the city wall kept shooting arrows with bows, and basically a few ordinary arrows could kill a skeleton undead.

Sonorous sonorous ~~

Tens of thousands of heavily armored headless horsemen, armed with sharp bone spears, rushed towards the towering city wall, the lich necromancer chanted a spell, and the earth mountains were built, and the headless horseman followed the dirt slope, and with a bounce, he killed the city wall.

Burst!

The bone spear swept away, and four or five warriors were disemboweled.

A thunder mage recited a spell and unleashed a thunderbolt magic, and after a lightning bolt and thunder, the headless horseman turned into charcoal and fell from the hundred-meter-high city wall.

"Shatter that mountain with magic!" Cress yelled, and the court magicians stepped forward and chanted the spell in unison, and the vast elemental energy frantically converged, turning this place into a tidal vortex of energy that could be seen with the naked eye.

Boom! Boom!

Thousands of magic erupted, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of lichs were blown to pieces, and the mountains of earth that had been built collapsed, including nearly ten thousand skeletons, and dozens of headless horsemen were reduced to nothing.

Whew—

A flying bone dragon, trembling its wings covered with flesh, its wings like knives, swooped violently, cutting seven or eight magicians apart from the middle, and the upper body almost turned into minced meat.

The strong acid corrosive dragon breath sprayed on the face of a great sword master, and the fighting qi defense was like a tofu skin, melting in an instant.

"Ah......h

The great swordsman burned by the strong acid venom was unrecognizable, his entire head was rotten in an instant, he fell to the ground, and was unintentionally trampled by a soldier in iron boots, and the white brain with heat was sprayed with blood, and the smell was incomparably incomparable, and it suddenly filled the air.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The bed crossbow team adjusted the shooting angle, aimed at the flying bone dragon, and slammed the trigger, and the arm-long bed crossbow turned into a black shadow that flew through the huge body of the bone dragon, and the chest exploded into smithereens, and after a few circles in the air, it fell to the ground with a bang, killing a large number of soldiers.

Rumble!!

The foul-smelling abomination warriors, armed with maces and metal wooden hammers, rushed to the gates of the city, smashing the metal gates like wild beasts.

Behind the city gate, dozens of powerful bed crossbows, as well as tens of thousands of soldiers, mechanics, and engineers, waited nervously, and when the metal gate cracked and opened a gap, the engineer hurriedly took tools and quickly repaired it.

Old Kress was standing on the city wall with a magic wand in his hand, and suddenly, a piercing sound of wind came from his ears, and he raised his magic staff without thinking about it, and cast a high-level magic.

Burst!

One bone claw smashed and threw old Kress away, holding the magic wand in his right arm, and the other bone claw immediately grabbed it, and five toes pierced into his body, and the bone dragon shook its wings and instantly rushed into the sky and disappeared.

"Kress!" Principal Amu yelled, and several high-level spells were released one after another, but apart from knocking down a ball of bone dragon blood, they did not severely damage the high-level undead creature.

"No!!" Lucy turned her head, her pupils suddenly constricted, and a series of hoarse shouts suddenly came out of her mouth.

Curt swung his sword and slashed a lich, but his chest was pierced by the scythes of several abomination warriors.

"Imperial ......," Curt whispered, the flame of life in his eyes gradually extinguished.

The general looked into the distance, staring at the northwest, as if breaking through the barrier of the space-time dimension, and saw the lonely city in the endless desert.

I haven't seen you for years, do you remember me?" Curt chuckled.

A bleak black shadow rolled in, and blood-stained silver hair bathed in the sunlight and flew in the air.

In 4854, on August 16, at 8:40 a.m., the old general Cote died on the walls of the Cathedral of Aspharo, the front line of the defense of mankind.

A few years later, Curt was selected by the king of later generations as one of the top ten generals, established an ancestral hall, and every birthday, the whole country respected. (To be continued.) )