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The Titans, known as the bastards of the gods since ancient times, are here to be the nightmare of tiny humanity.

Ares waved his giant palm, and the three giants at least 6 meters tall each took a step forward, and the earth shook, and no one under their feet had the courage to resist except for Count Clark, who had a level 9 fighting power, and the night watchman who walked in the darkness himself. Because the creature in front of them was a huge creature that couldn't see their faces even if they broke their necks, the soul tremors caused by this visual impact directly made them stunned in place and didn't react.

Even the giant facing the corridor of the manor, raising his foot and stepping on the ground, easily trampled to death the two nobles who were standing too far in front, and suddenly splashed flesh and blood all over the ground.

The grass inevitably descends into madness.

It was a one-sided slaughter, and in the face of the Titans, who only existed in the stories rendered by the troubadours, and they were supposed to be huge creatures of two worlds, they subconsciously wailed and fled.

As for the Night Watch, in the end, carrying the glory of the Lord, with the support of firm faith, the Night Watch bravely raised the long sword in his hand to the giant, but soon, when one of the night watchmen stabbed the long sword into the giant's ankle in exchange for his companion's flesh and blood, and found that with his level 6 fighting strength, he could not even cut through the giant's skin, he knew that they were actually only one step away from death.

Count Clark looked hideous.

After the initial embarrassment dodge, with the cooperation of Rodrian and Castile, he finally succeeded in piercing the small arm of the giant in front of him with level 9 fighting strength, and during the battle, he already knew that this huge creature was strong and terrifying, but after all, it was too slow to move, and the flexibility was too cumbersome, as long as he was given time, he could always leave a few more wounds on this giant, and finally complete the kill. But the key is, how can he have so much time, you know, tonight's coming-of-age ceremony of the little princess Constantine, a considerable number of people who came are also Stanfords who are trying to take revenge, if they continue to wait like this, Stanford people will die more, what will His Majesty the Emperor think?

He gritted his teeth and looked at Augustus, who had long since passed out on the grass.

Who would have thought that this humble sinner from the wasteland and had nothing could set off such a huge storm in the imperial capital?

While he was distracted, Count Rodrien suddenly screamed and stopped abruptly.

Clarke's face changed drastically and he looked over, and saw the giant slam his fist into Rodrien's head, directly into the grass, smashing the ground into a deep pit.

Titans were born to fight, not to mention the elite warriors of these 3 Titans who specialize in guarding Ares during the growth period.

Count Rodrien died straight away.

How many years has it been since the imperial capital had died such a tragic death?

......

The entrance to the living room of the manor.

As early as when Terina appeared in the grass, he walked to the door of the Mass with a solemn expression, he saw the door of space, and also felt the magic and magic forbidden by that terrible little girl, to be honest, he was not surprised, those two magic that had disappeared on the continent for hundreds of years appeared on her body at the same time, he was also able to accept it, because he had known this little girl next to Alfred's heir for a long time, he had checked it at the beginning, and he also knew that she was the king of the northern lich shaman, so he would not be too surprised by those powerful and mysterious races in the north, especially one of the kings, even if more terrible things happened to her。

He'd been to the North after all.

But he didn't understand, just now, why did he vaguely feel her breath?

Isn't she dead for thousands of years?

Even what he knew about her was only known from the relevant books of the Holy See, and if it weren't for the detailed description of her breath in the Inquisition, Mass would not even have believed that the breath he felt could be hers.

Is Empress Catherine still alive?

Mass frowned deeply, even if he could ignore this matter for the time being, it could barely be explained that the continent was very large, and there must be many things that he couldn't understand, but the most perplexing thing for him was why Empress Catherine was so close to Alfred's heir? He thought that Augustus had just met the shaman's king for some reason, but now it seems that it is far from so simple.

If it was just knowing, then how could she, for the sake of a human being, not hesitate to exhaust all her soul power when she was at her weakest?

She tried her best to live for thousands of years, but in order to save Augustus, she did whatever it took to save Augustus, even ...... Death?

Mass, who thought he knew enough about Augustus and the Alfred family, suddenly felt that he really didn't know anything about it.

There was a fog in front of him.

At the same time, he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the various glances of the people behind him looking at him.

Whether it is Prince Columbia, Austin, Frodo and others, after the initial shock, after the initial shock, seeing the Titan giants who crossed from the door of space raging the grass, the adults on the grass cried and screamed, and the blood flowed like rivers, of course, they could only look at him subconsciously, because they all knew that if there was anyone in the Violet Manor who could stop the Titans, it must be Mass.

Yet the Mass remained indifferent, just as Augustus had been when he was dying.

......

Death became the main theme in the meadow.

Wailing and screaming, running and running, the meadow was completely chaotic, the nobles remembered what grace and decency, in their eyes, it was probably their greatest dignity to leave the meadow alive, they were no longer in the mood to wait for the lowly sinner to die, and if possible, they would prefer the damned sinner to stand up and put an end to this damn everything.

So it was so chaotic that no one noticed that a dark shadow had quietly landed on the grass, and then quickly appeared beside Augustus who was lying on the ground.

Old Vernon glanced back at him faintly, and finally let him carry his young master and leave the meadow in the darkness and chaos.

If it is possible, of course he is not at ease to hand over his young master to this adventurer who only has interests in his eyes, but at the moment he can't leave, otherwise not to mention his young master, even Terina, I'm afraid he can't leave.

He watched his young master disappear into the darkness, and then looked at the young lady standing behind Mass in the living room, he thought about it, and felt that the young lady should have no safety problems, he didn't hesitate any longer, stomped his feet suddenly, and stepped directly on the roof of the main building of the manor, and then landed, walking all the way towards the center of the imperial capital.

After walking for about a few minutes, he felt the breath in front of him and stopped.

There, there was an old man with the same silver hair and slender hair, dressed in a gray robe, heading towards Violet Manor, his speed was so fast that he could almost only catch his afterimage in the night, but as he was moving forward, he saw old Vernon waiting on the road, so he had to stop and walk towards old Vernon.

Carthage, the undefeated god of war in the Empire.

He seemed to be a little puzzled as to why Old Vernon was standing here, but when he saw Old Vernon's white gloves that he hadn't taken off, he knew the answer.

"You're going to stop me?"

Old Vernon ignored him silently, and just casually tightened his bloodstained white gloves a little.

"Why?" Carthage frowned and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, you and your Count went to the North to prevent the Lich from going south, but now that they're in Violet, why did you stop me?"

"There's a little girl there, I think my young master should be very reluctant to see her have an accident, even if my young master is in a coma now, but I should still do these little things for him. ”

Old Vernon was as stubborn and rigid as ever.

Carthage raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't forget, your young master is Alfred's heir, and you should know about Alfred." ”

"I know it doesn't matter if you don't know, but you seem to have forgotten, when will it be your turn to dictate Alfred's affairs?"

Carthage stopped talking, he knew that this old monster would definitely not let him pass, he hung the long sword in his hand on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think that you can stop me now?"

Old Vernon, who still hadn't been able to return to the top, said indifferently: "Unless you want to die here." ”

He's saying you want to die here, not me here.

Carthage frowned and was silent.

It wasn't until the screams and wails in Violet Manor vaguely reached his ears that he said slowly: "Alfred wants to give His Majesty an explanation for this matter." ”

Interpretation?

Since he came to the imperial capital, his young master's life has hung by a thread countless times, and his young lady has been repeatedly bullied and wronged in every way, he has never said anything and has never done anything, but that doesn't mean that old Vernon is really just a rigid and emotionless person, he is just used to obeying his young master, and he also suppressed all his emotions in his heart and did not reveal them.

He looked at this undefeated god of war of the Bourbon royal family seriously, and said word by word: "Go back and tell the emperor of Bourbon, if you want to explain, let him come to the wasteland to see my young master, Alfred is waiting for him there." ”

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...... (To be continued.) )