After Philip had almost taken out the mustachioed officer, no one dared to stand up against it, and on Abigail's orders, a large number of soldiers marched into the city.

The sonorous sound of leather boots stepping on the stone halogen surface makes the sound of "brushing", bringing a lot of calming emotions.

Razor-sharp spears and broadswords drive a sadistic thug into a corner, tied with ropes like rice dumplings.

In the ruins, the citizens who hid like beggars finally came out to welcome the sunshine of the new day, and the faces of the old man and the child appeared again with a long-lost smile.

"Drink!"

Abigail burst out and stabbed his sword into the body of a thug who was about to escape, and with a single sword drawn, the thug's legs weakened and he fell to the ground.

A pretty woman who had been sitting on the ground gratefully climbed to Abigail's feet and kissed Lord Akureyri's boots with her lips to express her gratitude.

"How's it going? Isn't it nice to be loved by others?"

Philip smiled and walked to Abigail's side, since the order of the suppression, Abigail seemed to be a different person, all the shackles on his body were removed, and he vented all his original anger on the thugs.

He even rushed to the front line himself, killing the thugs who had destroyed his city with his own hands.

In Abigail's words, it is the soldiers who want to vent their anger with blood.

Accepting the admiration of the citizens, Abigail took out a few gold coins and put them in the woman's hand, and said a few words of comfort. He smiled and said to Philip, "My lord, you are right. It's a good feeling. ”

As if remembering something, Abigail said to Philip, "My lord, the leader of the riot you want to find should be around here, aren't you going to arrest him for interrogation?"

Philip looked up, glanced at Grace who appeared on the roof of the house on the side of the street, and smiled, "That person has been found." ”

Activating the frequency conversion magic system on his body, Philip flew silently from the ground like a big bird. Come to Grace's side.

The figures of men and women flew across the rooftops. Philip flew against the roofs, and Grace jumped from one rooftop to another, and in the bright moonlight, there seemed to be a different kind of beauty. The whole of Akureyri City seemed to be under their control.

"There!"

Grace stopped on one roof. Pointing to a bald man in a small alley. "That's him!"

Although Abigail was once constrained by Ive's orders and did not dare to suppress the mob, he was still more concerned about his city. This can be seen from the fact that he sent troops to all corners of the city to monitor and rescue, so who is the leader of these rioters. Abigail is also knowledgeable.

Grace was about to jump off the roof, but Philip reached out and grabbed the Duchess of the Blood.

"What's the hurry, you have to make him pay a price. Philip's face gleamed with mischief.

A bright fire knocked down the bald man in front of him unhurriedly, Philip hurriedly pulled Grace to squat, in the dark night, the bald man must not be able to see the two heads on the roof in the distance, but Philip and Grace, one with the help of Eagle Eye, the other has the talent of the blood clan, can see the bald man clearly.

Surprised, a little panicked, some can't hold on to what just happened.

Philip decided to give the bald man a little more stimulation and give the game a small push.

Three fireballs appeared in Philip's hand at the same time, one after the other flew towards the bald man.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Three consecutive hits hit the ground behind the bald man, making him tremble in fright, and a layer of silver fighting qi quickly rose outside his body.

"It turned out that he was still a high-level swordsman, but he was also the object of my play. ”

Philip snorted quietly, another series of magical attacks, a string of bead-like fireballs flew towards the bald man, this time, he couldn't hold it anymore, and ran away.

However, the bead-like fireball followed the bald man like eyes, like a poisonous snake that slid down on him, and if he slowed down, the snake would swallow the bald man in one bite.

The bald man wandered around the alley, hoping to get rid of the "poisonous snake" composed of light balls with the complicated terrain, but what he didn't know was that the operator of the "snake" was not behind him, but on the roof that overlooked the whole situation.

In fact, Philip can completely use the flying technique and control the fireball technique at the same time, anyway, these two kinds of magic are not high-level magic, and they don't require much mental power. However, Lord Lobit just wanted to enjoy the fragrant embrace of Grace and the two soft hemispheres.

Where would the duchess not know Philip's thoughts, but this is just a calculation of love between lovers, Grace rolled his eyes, or as Philip requested, clinging to the man's body, and then took off.

In this chase game, the bald man's whole body is like being fished out of water, he runs desperately, his heart is beating almost out of his throat, and he doesn't know if it's because of strenuous exercise or because he is still afraid.

The life-seeking fireball chased after the bald man, and he was afraid that if he ran a step slower, he would be burned to ashes by a series of fireballs.

The whole body was soaked with sweat, and the silver vindictive qi shield became thinner and thinner, and finally, a layer of vindictive qi thinner than paper broke, and the bald man's feet were weak, and he fell to his knees, panting heavily.

"Why don't you run away?" said Philip as he landed lightly in front of the bald man, in a mocking tone. The snake-like fireball circled behind Philip, illuminating Philip like a heavenly god.

The bald man saw Philip descending like a god, and said with a crying voice: "My lord, I don't know you, I have no enmity with you in the past and no grudge in the near future, what are you going to do!"

"What do you do, it's just to play with you, play with you to death!" Philip's voice carried three evil spirits, which made the bald man almost crazy.

"Ahh Screaming and rushing towards Philip, the ball of light behind Lord Lobit shot like a missile at the bald man.

Looking at the light cluster that was getting closer and closer, the bald man closed his eyes, he no longer had a fighting spirit to protect himself, and he would definitely be burned to ashes if he was hit.

A hot, fiery sensation came from the bald man's head, and his hair burned in a thunderbolt, making him smell a burning smell.

However, the scorching heat soon wore off. The bald man touched his head. There is no hair.

Of course, there is no hair on the top of the head, otherwise how can he be called a bald man, but the handful of hair on the eyebrows is gone.

Another ball of light struck, and the bald man's clothes burned. Make him look like a fire man.

"Ahh

The bald man screams like a woman. But it didn't take long. The fire on his body was gone, and only his clothes were burned.

Another fireball, again the sound of thunderbolt bala. The black hair on the bald man's body was also burned, and this time it was not just a bald man, he should be called a bare man.

Collapsed, completely collapsed, and the bald man fell to his knees and kowtowed to Philip.

"My beg, my lord, let me go, or, if you do well, just burn me to death!"

In the distance, Grace covered his mouth and chuckled, Philip was not playing with the dead, but with the disabled, psychologically destroying a person's will.

This guy is getting worse and worse!

However, it is also getting more and more attractive!

Ignoring Grace's ramblings for a moment, Philip leaned over to the bald man, looked at him and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, but if you want me to let you go, answer my next question." ”

The bald man couldn't hear the subtext in Philip's words.

If you don't want to be begged to die by me, just talk back!

Immediately, the bald man nodded desperately, as if nodding.

"Tell me, who is behind this riot, who is controlling all this, don't say you don't know the way, the end of perfunctory me is to enjoy a ravage a hundred times more painful than just now. ”

"I, I said ......"

As Philip expected, the riot had nothing to do with Ivy, the governor of Gallia, but to Philip's surprise, the real mastermind behind it turned out to be Ive's butler, a man named Carcassonne, to be precise, the Blood.

According to the bald man from the Kingdom of Vasco, a country secretly ruled by the Hellas blood, according to him, Carcassonne has taken control of Ivey, and he has used Ivey's power to bring in a large number of criminals from the Kingdom of Vasco, whose only task is to wreak havoc in the city where they are located, and rush to cut down anyone who sees or hears anyone in favor of the merger of Galia and Lobit.

"Carcassonne also distributed weapons to us for better destruction," the bald man pointed to the long knife he threw on the ground, snow-white and shiny, neatly sized, and seemed to be a military standard weapon.

Standard weapons?

This kind of thing is in private hands, but it is to be held accountable, is Ivy crazy? Even if the governor of a province is contaminated with this kind of crime, he will not be able to eat and walk around, is it Carcassonne who has completely controlled Ivey?

Combined with the fact that Ivey suddenly broke his marriage with Barbara some time ago, completely ignoring Abigail, a strong supporter, this possibility is indeed possible.

"And," the bald man hesitated for a moment, perhaps afraid of Philip to the extreme, but gritted his teeth and said, "In addition to us criminals, there are also blood clans from the Vasco Kingdom, and there seem to be quite a few people, earl, marquis, and dukes. ”

Bloodline?

Or the Earl and the Marquis? And the Duke?

What are they going to do?

Philip's brows furrowed tightly, "How many people are there in the blood clan above the earl?"

"No less than a hundred. ”

This is strange, although the blood clan above the earl level can be regarded as an elite blood clan, but these people want to control Gallia is still a little less, anyway, Bugas is also one of the most powerful countries in the Bright Continent, and a province alone is bigger than many countries.

However, with so many bloods coming, what are the Heras bloods going to do?

No matter how hard he asked, the bald man couldn't ask anything, Philip lifted the bald man and flew into the air, until he came to the barracks outside the city, threw him to the military judge with a full face, Philip promised to let him go, it does not mean that the Akureyri people who are extremely hostile to these thugs will let him go, and the military judge, who is very skilled in abuse, naturally knows how to make these guys live more painful than death.

Cross-questioning of some of the thugs confirmed what the bald man had said, that they were indeed from the Kingdom of Vasco and had been assigned by the Hellas Blood.

Philip hastily wrote to Emperor Lawrence and the Executive Yuan to report his findings, and was the means of emergency communication, while sending intelligence with fast horses and magic flying letters.

Luckily, the magic letter was not intercepted on the way, and the royal letter with the falcon badge returned to Philip in less than two days, and the faint magic mark meant that it had not been opened.

After carefully checking it, Philip cast a small magic spell to open the seal according to the agreed method of this emergency communication, which was specially taught when the central government of the empire sent a commissioner, and only the commissioner could master it, and if someone else violently opened the seal, the letter would be burned.

The content of the letter was very simple, authorizing Philip to immediately impose emergency martial law in the province of Galia, and the surrounding troops would quickly move closer to Galia, but this would take time, and the capital of Galia, Africa, could no longer be contacted, and the Executive Yuan asked Philip to go to Africa immediately to control the situation there.

It's strange to say that Anthony, who has always been incompatible with the Ross family, did not hold back this time.

Unable to figure it out, Philip immediately used the power of the commissioner to issue martial law to the whole province, and at the same time gathered the guards and asked Abigail to transfer a thousand troops, leading these people to Africa and Africa.

Fearing that this was not enough, Philip also sent several magic letters to Lobit, asking Lobit to make some necessary preparations.

For a moment, the smoke and dust billowed from Akureyri, and under the leadership of the Falcon Banner, the murderous soldiers ran on the post road with rapid steps. (To be continued......)