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William I's eyes froze, and blazing white flames erupted from her throat, threatening to burn her vocal cords to ashes along with her skull. This "hand of order" is not yet willing to sit still, and the spirit outlines the golden law in the sky:

"No fire attack of any kind is allowed here!"

However, William I had once again made the wrong decision under the teases of fate, and in this instant, she should immediately integrate herself into the laws of the future "Black Emperor" that was dense in the mausoleum, and turn to the other party for help, no matter how bad it is, instead of trying to confront the angel of war in front of her with the curse of doom of a strengthened "Angel of Fate".

Almost as soon as the decree was formed, the flames burning on Medici's body and sword tended to be extinguished, but she did not care at all, and said to William I, "Those who disobey shall be punished!" Earlier, the long sword in her hand slashed Wilhelm I's neck with blazing white flames, and the escaping flames flew in a circle, and the entire upside-down mausoleum was enveloped in raging fire in an instant.

Your own good luck is the bad luck of your enemies, "fate" is different from the "dark" misfortune, fate has always needed to compare to show the advantages and disadvantages, only when you see the misfortune of others, can you realize your own luck.

"Oh, William, crying and rigid little William."

Everyone used to be acquaintances and spent time together in Solomon's First Empire, although Marquis William at that time did not even have the qualifications to enter the eyes of the red angels, but she was willing to send each other on the road at this time with the voice of an acquaintance with unique significance.

Medici flew up and kicked the skull to pieces, sending the spirit's blood and brain tissue exploding on the ground. She threw her sword out of her hand, pinning the headless body to the pitch-black stone bricks as she tried to turn away. The kind Red Sky used the blazing fire to help William I complete the cremation, and speed up the time for the extraordinary properties to be precipitated, and the spirituality of the escaped "Inquisitor" path was swallowed up in the blink of an eye by the remnants of the adjacent path in this mausoleum.

The red angel looked at this ancient mausoleum, sneered, and laughed sarcastically:

"Traitor to the Wind, I thought I could kill you in the Fourth Age."

Are you forced to rebel? Or was it forced to take sides? Surrender because you're too weak? It is possible to surrender, of course it is possible to surrender! Then when others come to kill you on this charge, don't defend yourself.

War does not discriminate against deserters, it only allows them to die.

After a short period of silence, the next moment, the spirituality of the "Black Emperor" in the mausoleum was activated, and it is difficult to say whether George III, who is only now doing it, really reacted because of his lack of combat experience, or whether he had some subtle personal emotions towards William I, and the irresistible iron law pressed down like a mountain, and the ground cracked, swallowing the ashes and spiritual brilliance that were slowly gathering into it.

Medici whistled, several charms swapping places back and forth between palms and fingertips, eyes sweeping over the unsealed sky.

George III left her an exit, apparently unwilling for the Red Angel to wreak havoc in his most important mausoleum. Medici, of course, did not want to stay in such an obscure place, and immediately turned into a flaming meteor and left the place.

"What about you, two pieces of waste?" The Angel of War smiled and said, "Are you going to die just like that?" ”

She turned her head and saw a person in the distance who was hesitating and hesitating, and the information revealed that it was another angel of the House of Augustus, the former Duke of Southwell, the "Balancer" of Sequence 2, Derlink Augustus.

Of course, the previous Duke of Southwell would not be stupid enough to fight the Medici, who was relatively powerful in Sequence 1, with the small body of Sequence 2, and she immediately retreated without even thinking about it, not wanting to follow in the footsteps of the "Founders" at all.

In the royal palace of Bakeland, George III's heart pounded.

Unexpectedly, the ancestor William I died, this good thing is called ambiguous and vacillating, and the ugly thing is that the person who has no ambition at all but has the absolute right to speak in the family has finally died, if she continues to live, George III will worry about whether William I will take everyone to watch her kill with cold eyes in the future, and then calmly pay the benefits, and push everything on her to cut the table with her - George III smiled, she remembered her third son Edsak, who was sacrificed by herself.

The Counts of Rustin in history always seem to have had an ill-fated life, and the poor little prince, who always looks at his father with reverence, how sad and desperate should he be after realizing that he is an outcast? She didn't hate the child, but liked the youngest son a little, but before her own purpose, even if George III sacrificed all three of her children, she was willing.

If necessary, when I become the Black Emperor, I can correct Edsak's name...... George III thought that I could put everything on the Witch Cult, so that Edsax could still have a positive image in the history books.

This is the way this world is, everyone struggles to grow like a plant.

The more you want to reach the heights, the more the roots of the plant will extend to the shady places, and the more you want to thrive, the more you need corpses as nutrients. Like a sacrifice to a cruel deity called "power", the flame on the altar burns brightly, and what awaits you is your own sense of justice, kindness, kindness, soft-heartedness, and all other virtues, and even everything.

Only by burning all this can it be possible to gain the favor of power!

Bring your mind back to the present - the "balancer" will certainly no longer be unself-defeating, and in the future, the Augustus family will have the final say on its own. It's a great thing, and I should really thank the Red Angels!

Thank her with death!

George III's position suddenly rose, cutting the seats of the others, Prince Killing Orders raised his eyes and looked at Medici who slowly turned around, the "Spiritual Piercing" of the King of Angels level was activated, and two rays of light that could almost tear through space rushed straight towards Medici! A sneer of disdain appeared on Medici's lips, and she tossed several charms up and down in her hand, but she didn't intend to use any of them.

Because her good fortune is beyond common sense! The light of the "Spirit Piercing" was taken apart like a shower, and only a small part fell on Medici's body. The two rays of light didn't really hurt her, she felt a sharp pain in her head for a moment, she didn't lose consciousness or feel her spiritual damage.

The phantage of the silvery-white scaleless serpent hovered beside Medici, its blood-red eyes staring directly at the great shadow that connected to the sky.

Medici pressed her eyebrows, and the long sword in her hand spread flames, and in the flames it turned into a thin sword that seemed to have no combat power and could only be carried around her waist as an ornament, and then, "Medici" arrogantly wiped her overly long hair back of her head, and her originally iron-black eyes turned emerald green. In the blink of an eye, the aura of the Angel of War changed suddenly, and even his face seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

"Medici, what are you saying? If you can't beat it, you can ask for help, we will laugh at you at most! ”

Sauron laughed, "Einhorn! Prepare, let's teach this little king how to fight! ”

Before the words fell, the swaying shadows around her suddenly became solid, George III had not yet accommodated the uniqueness, nor had she established a solid perception of the "emperor", but she still had the ability to connect herself to the concept of the state, as if to rebel against her was to rebel against a country! The twisted iron law descends from the sky, the kingdom of God and the kingdom begin to coincide, and every law of the emperor will be fulfilled here without reservation, the emperor is the one, the emperor is everything!

Medici was injured by a "psychic puncture"? Had to step back?

Seeing the change in the appearance of the conqueror, such a thought came to everyone's mind.

Then the crushing crowd came out of nowhere, as if they had descended from heaven or grown out of the ground, and surrounded the army that had rallied around the conqueror. On closer inspection, these human-like and non-human creatures appear to be made up of human body parts, and some are simply pieces of paper. They writhed strangely, twitched their hands and feet, and let out high-pitched and ugly laughter, and cascading black lines hung down from the sky and joined the nape of their necks like an absurd puppet show on stage.

The "Secret Attendant" joins the battlefield, and Zarathu quietly intervenes with the "Writer" Sequence 1, of course, the extraordinary items of Sequence 1 cannot have an effective effect on a prepared "Conqueror", but it is enough for her to quickly write a drama behind the scenes, dragging the Red of War into the military and performing it with her own army of secret puppets.

"Yo, little Zarathu is here too."

"If your great-grandfather knew what your allegiance was now, he would have come out of the spiritual imprint to teach you a lesson!"

Sauron's gaze swept over the twisted and strange puppets, she was not afraid of these little things, and the Red of War was connected to the spirit of the Commander, and naturally she was not afraid of them. This army, which is mainly composed of the Sage and the Middle Order, was originally not even qualified to stand on the stage and confront the army of secret puppets, but even if you look directly at these things, you will not be affected by the angels who manipulate them behind the scenes. Although the commander's orders and fighting style changed, the well-trained members of the army still carried out her orders the first time.

They quickly divided into small teams, divided the outnumbered secret puppets, and eradicated these strange things in an orderly manner.

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War is the art of concentration, the game of groups, but it is not something that can be compensated for by numbers alone.

In this short time, Zaratul quickly retreated into the background, her crude script finished, and the projector in her hand projected a slideshow on the ground, starting with the army of secret puppets falling from the sky.

"Medici has a lot of good things." Sauron muttered, picking among the charms in his hand, pinching one at random, and whispering, "Grazing!" ”

"Einhorn, watch a little Zarathu for me, ready to mobilize the army at any time."

The eyes of the conqueror were fixed on George III, the Prince of the Order, who might have two or three copies of the order, standing on the heights of the Land of Shadows like a true emperor, coldly admiring the spectacle of the two armies.

Sauron's shadow suddenly stood up, with three heads close to the conqueror's back, the sun, the depravity, and the smell of sin surrounded her at the same time, and countless rays of sunlight converged into a spear to stab George III in the heights, and the king immediately responded, the spear twisted and crumpled without causing her the slightest damage.

But the next moment, a sense of crisis suddenly erupted from her side and back, and George III suddenly turned her head, only to see a self grow out of the shadow behind her—another George III, with blood-red eyes, with a terrifying aura of depravity and sin, as if it was her reflection!

The reflection of George III, made of a blend of two pathways, raised his hand and slowly reached for her neck.

At the same time, the thin sword, which seemed to be just decoration, pierced from above her, and Sauron's laughter was a step slower than it:

"Idiot!"

The conquistador's ridicule provoked George III's irritation and anger:

"Waste who hasn't even fought in a war, something that the royal driver can't understand, you better go and learn from Solomon and come back!"

But at this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky of the Kingdom of God, and huge meteorites fell like rain, and the scene of the end began to brew.

Ulorius' good fortune failed to stop a god, and the "primordial witch" arrived just in time.

George III reacted quickly, stopped one of the conquerors' swords, and quickly turned around, temporarily imprisoning the Reflected Self with the Law.

The projector in Zarathu's hand was playing to the conquistador, who was restrained by George III's laws and was knocked down by George III with the power of a "barbarian", when suddenly the projector cassette, and then jumped back to the previous frame, and then back to the previous frame...... The script was forced to self-delete and look for an opportunity to restart. She squinted her eyes and looked up, an endless stream of secret puppets still falling, preventing the Red of War from helping the Commander-in-Chief. Suddenly, she noticed something, and a somewhat familiar figure flashed in the eyes of the secret puppet, this person's demeanor and movements were not quite similar to those of other hunters who were immersed in the thrill of battle, and even had a cigarette from Intis in his mouth, but it was not lit.

He noticed the gaze of one of the secret puppets, glanced in this direction, and then pulled something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground.

"The abyss has come." Einhorn said.

In an instant, the kingdom of lust and sin spread out at the feet of the red of war, the kingdom of George III was wrapped in sticky evil from the bottom up, law and order were blinded with malice, and now cannibalism became glory, and treachery became virtue!

Crazy evil slowly erodes everyone.

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In Intis, a spell is also burning in the hands of the god of steam and machines, a "historical projection" offered by the Esoteric Order.

Bonova reached out and grabbed a handful in the air, but nothing was caught, and another handful was still only air. After repeating this several times, she grabbed the red-haired War Angel Medici out of the air.

As soon as Medici appeared, his eyes quickly became smart. A metal chamber descended from above, and Medici slipped into it without thinking, and then the door opened, and she replaced it with a metal god descent container made by the "Perfect" herself, and moved her joints a few times in satisfaction.

"Cheek is in the fight." Medici said, "I guess two pieces of waste will be able to stop them for a while." This historical projection lasted for a limited time, and the Lord said that if necessary, you can pray to the 'fools', and I tell you the honorable name. ”

Although it is not known who the fool is, Antigonus is excluded first.

Bonova nodded, her spirituality was indeed not enough to sustain a sequence for a long time to manifest.

Medici turned and walked away, and she built a spiritual wall under the watchful eye of the god of steam, and began to recite the honorific name of the "Fool".

tbc

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Today, I suddenly found that some corrected typos will be changed back.,What is the principle?。

Double watch.