For several weeks, Marven stayed in Morris's spatial enchantment, indulging in the calligraphy of the ancient Xia people. Those ancient calligraphy www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion seemed to have some kind of amazing magic, and it actually brought a lot of insights to his martial arts practice.

It's true that art inspires people.

By copying the strokes of calligraphy, Marven gradually realized the charm of calligraphy, and his control over his movements and the power of his strokes began to become perfect. And the practice of calligraphy gradually made him have doubts about many martial arts, and the fighting spirit absorbed by the brand of martial arts also returned to his body bit by bit.

Not long after, Marven came out of the spatial enchantment with a sword, but seeing that his breath was restrained, his expression was firm, and his strength had recovered as much as seventy or eighty.

"That's good, boy, I actually recovered from the spiritual impact of my martial arts brand, hehe, it seems that I was not wrong!" The martial spirit jumped out of the Taiji Stone and looked at Marven with a happy face.

Looking at the uncle in front of him who was shouting excitedly, Marven was speechless for a while, so he had to nod with a wry smile. The spiritual power of the Martial Imprint was too huge, far beyond the reach of his brain, and if it weren't for Master Morris's timely reminder, the martial arts he had cultivated would probably be useless.

"Ha! As long as you can open the memory in the martial imprint, then everything will be easy, and in time, you will definitely be able to defeat that elf girl!" The martial spirit seemed to pay full attention to Marven's face, and after a while, he dragged him to the outskirts of the city without saying a word, and continued to start the devil training of Marven.

It's winter in a blink of an eye, the situation in the Marne Federation is getting worse and worse, Isabella hasn't been here for a long time, and the martial soul is still shouting all day long for Marven to fight her as soon as possible, although Marven laughed and didn't take it too seriously, but the practice of martial arts is still unremitting, with the help of the memory of the imprint of martial arts, although his martial arts practice is not a thousand miles a day, but it is also a rapid progress.

It is worth mentioning that during the period when Marven was practicing martial arts, Zhang Feng was not idle, in addition to meditation, he practiced magic combat skills day and night. Seeing that he was unusually industrious, although not very talented, Maurice did not hesitate to give him a large stack of magic books.

Whenever Zhang Feng was practicing his magic skills, Master Morris always watched with a smile on the sidelines, but he did not give him any guidance, every time Zhang Feng had doubts, he did not give any answers, but just asked him to find the answer from Hypatia's magic notes, in the old man's own words, Hypatia's attainments in magic are already better than blue, and her notes are enough to guide all the mazes of magic beginners.

Over time, Zhang Feng actually developed the habit of self-study, with his love for magic and unremitting efforts, his magic cultivation is also advancing by leaps and bounds, once, Marven came back from the suburbs to visit Zhang Feng, was shocked by a big start, but in just a few months, this little guy's magic cultivation has reached the peak state of a middle-level magician, and it is only one step away from breaking through to a high-level magician.

The days in Brut City for most of the year were peaceful and peaceful, although it was hard, Marven felt that his soul had been unprecedentedly relaxed, since leaving Hypatia's side, he had not experienced such a peaceful and peaceful day for a long time.

Under the patronage of Master Maurice the Wise, the city of Brut has maintained peace and tranquility, while the outside world is changing dramatically.

Early one morning, Marven bumped into Hammond at the gate of Brut City, and saw the high-ranking mercenary walking out of the city with his luggage on his back, in a hurry.

"Hammond, what are you doing here?" Marven stopped him and asked curiously, "We finally found the Grand Magus, are you leaving?"

Even if Hammond did not obtain the ancient martial arts inheritance, what kind of person Master Morris is, as long as he gave a little guidance, his strength will undoubtedly reach a new level.

"Alas, Marven, I don't want to leave so soon!" Hammond patted Marven on the shoulder, and said regretfully, "But there is an urgent matter in the regiment, and I am urgently recalled." ”

"Urgent?" Marven didn't react for a while.

"Well, the situation of the religious wars has changed dramatically, two months ago the Lombard royal family was overthrown by the rebels, the new regime announced the conversion to the Illuminati religion, the army of the St. John Empire under the command of Rocherio formed a siege of the Moses holy city of Pamilan in the territory of the Marne Federation, the Moses coalition army was defeated one after another, and a large number of Moses refugees appeared in the entire Marne Federation, and the head of Isabella took over the task of relocating the refugees, and my fast sword team was expanded and was one of the main forces of this operation. After Hammond finished speaking, he hurriedly said goodbye to Marven.

"That's a pity, brother, take care all the way. Seeing that his task was urgent, and it was inconvenient for Marven to keep him, he knew very well that in the current situation, the Holy Sword Mercenary Regiment was almost the only force in the Marne Federation that could maintain order, and the pressure on it could be imagined.

The number of refugees in Brut is also increasing day by day, and tensions are beginning to rise in the peaceful, neutral city-state. Marven had a hunch that there might not be many peaceful days left.

Every night, Marven felt an occasional tingling pain in his brain, at first he thought it was caused by the brand of Takeshi, but after several days of nightmares, he realized that it was actually an alarm from his spiritual puppet ------- Mans.

It turned out that after they left Crete City with a teleportation array, a large-scale plague began to appear in the territory of the Iliad Kingdom, and what was even more terrifying was that with the passage of time, the plague had gradually begun to get out of control in the Iliad Kingdom, and many of the infected people of the plague had become bloodthirsty zombies.

"It seems that the curse of the Demon Magister Slovent has really been fulfilled!" Marven sighed worriedly, he had a hunch that this cataclysm might be an opportunity for the next large-scale invasion of the Demon Realm.

"This situation can't be worse, does the empire have any coping strategies?" Marven asked casually in his mind, this Iliad Kingdom is thousands of miles away from him, no matter how serious the situation is there, he is also powerless, and the only thing he can count on is the St. John's Empire, which believes in the Illuminati.

"Report to the master, the Imperial military has contacted the Church of Light, and strong measures will be taken in the near future. Mansbi answered his question respectfully.

"Well, that's good. Marven pressed his temple, which was still aching, and ordered: "I'm very busy here, I can't take care of you at all, if you can deal with some problems on your own, you don't need to report to me." ”

"Yes, master. ”

"In addition, for the infidels, if you can help, you can help some, if your superiors give another order to purge the infidels, try to be as perfunctory as possible, understand?" Before resting, Marven gave him an additional order in an undeniable tone.

"I understand, master. Mance's soul rubbed his chest and half-knelt on the ground, "I promise to do what you tell me to do." ”

With a soft "click", the spiritual connection between Marven and Mance was broken, and Mance turned his head expressionlessly and shouted to his subordinates beside him: "What are you doing in a daze?

"But, my lord," the subordinate ...... look of embarrassment, "These heretics are all named by the bishop to be executed, and if they are let go like this, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the church to explain!"

"What's so hard to explain about this. Mance snorted softly in his nostrils, and said impatiently: "Now that this great plague has killed so many people, and the church is very busy, who will notice that a few heretics are dead or alive?

"Yes, sir. Since the death of the commander of the 9th Division, James, the former pioneer officer, Mance has been promoted to the commander of the division because of his meritorious service, and his order has never been questioned.

After leaving his subordinates, Mance turned and returned to the camp alone, looked at the battle map on the table, frowned, and sighed heavily.

After the Battle of Crete, the rebel forces of the Iliad Kingdom were completely wiped out, but the 9th Division also suffered heavy casualties, and the elite troops were almost completely lost. As a last resort, Marshal Rocherio had no choice but to let this elite division, which had been greatly damaged, continue to stay in the rear, and instead transferred several other relatively well-organized ordinary divisions to support the rebels of the Lombati Kingdom.

Under the full command of the Imperial War God, the holy war has made progress, but the cataclysm of the Iliad Kingdom has exhausted the remaining 9th Division, and the almost inexhaustible zombies have gradually caused the entire division to fall into panic------- no one knows how long the war here will last, and no one knows if they will survive.

Although the imperial military blocked the news of the Iliad Kingdom for the first time, there was no impermeable wall in the world, and it didn't take long for all kinds of gossip to spread, and an extreme uneasiness gradually spread to the rear of the entire empire, and there was a saying from the dignitaries to the market pawns that the catastrophe of the Iliad Kingdom was a precursor to ---------a large-scale invasion of the demons.

In order to appease the people, the imperial military had to turn to the church for help, but those bishops and priests had no other skills, and were extremely enthusiastic about suppressing and purging the infidels.

"Uh......" There was a short scream and a few muffled noises outside the tent, and Mance felt as if a gust of wind was blowing across his forehead.

"Who!" Mance snapped, only to see a guard standing straight outside the door with his head bowed.

Mance let out a light breath, put on his cloak, and walked towards the door, "You, come with me and see what is going on!" As he passed by the guard, Mance called him away.

The guard did not answer, but followed him silently, and after Mance went out, he listened carefully, and was immediately shocked------ in the middle of the night, there was a sound of fighting in the barracks.

"Guards, go over and see what's going on over there?" Mance ordered, pointing in the direction from which the fighting was coming from, but the guards behind him did not respond at all.

"Guard?" Before he could finish speaking, Mance felt a blast of wind blow from the back of his head, and the guard suddenly lunged straight at him, as fast as lightning.

Mance was caught off guard, his shoulders clamped so tightly that he felt the guard's hand like an iron claw, and he couldn't break free for a moment.

"Bold! you ......" Mance was furious, and turned his head to look, but the guard was pale, his mouth was bared, his eyes were long gone, and the black sockets were constantly churning outward with disgusting yellow liquid. It's clearly a zombie!

Manse was furious, and immediately urged the fighting spirit to crush the zombie to pulp.

"Catch it, catch it!" shouted to kill him closer and closer, and when he heard a loud "plop", a figure in tattered armor fell not far in front of him, but seeing his hideous face and roaring like a beast from his mouth, it was clear that it was an infected zombie again!

A dozen soldiers rushed over, slashing at the zombie and dismembering it into a pile of rancid minced flesh.

The soldiers had a terrifying look on their faces, and the constant zombie attacks had brought their morale to the brink of collapse.

After killing and disposing of the zombies, they expressionlessly threw a large number of seriously injured and undead comrades into the fire along with the corpses, without the slightest mercy, because no one was sure when the comrades around them would be infected into bloodthirsty zombies again.