Without hesitation or hesitation, Hyde raised the short sword, and the brilliant power of the Tar gathered on this blade like a burning golden sun. Sincerity does not need to be expressed in words, only that action can prove the sincerity of the man! He threw up his sword and rushed towards the chaotic creation, like a meteor of light streaked across the dark night sky! One after another golden heraldic seals sped past him, and the girl poured out the holy power of Tal to the enemy without reservation, opening a way for her lover, and this glorious rain of light was the heart that Frey had dedicated to him!

The blood-colored python and the purple snake wrestled wildly, and the golden meteor hit the core of the snake. The moment Old Loren raised his sword to block the giant pincers of the Slaanese Chosen One, Hyde's short sword pierced into the monster's abdomen, passed through the purple magic barrier, pierced through the thick Seiko plate armor, and sliced through the mutated carapace full of concaves and horns, all obstacles were shattered by this endless holy power, and they were deeply submerged into the flesh and blood of the Slaanese Chosen One!

"Your end has come!"

With Hyde's resolute and calm voice, the golden light burst like the sun in the slaar-faced knight's carapace-covered belly, and Tár's holy power burned the chaotic demon blood into a terrifying squeak, scorching and black mist filling almost everything.

The green-haired Chosen One let out a final struggle, and his blade arm and tentacles fell frantically towards Hyde, but Frey's heraldic seal ball of light shot like a meteor, burning all the blood-stained tentacles, and Old Loren's blood sword turned sharply like a giant python, opening the mantis-like blade arm into the air, and Hyde's short sword instantly slanted downward, with a brilliant golden glow, almost cutting the slaarous creature in two!

"You, you, you ......"

The Slaanesh Chosen One named Tiggal opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't believe that his end had come. The terrible pain in his belly contorted his handsome face like a demon, and his eyes were against Hyde with rage and despair.

"This sword is for the brave Lord Edelman, and this punch I will dedicate to my dear Frey!"

Hyde's voice carried a thousand thunders, and Hyde's iron fist was even better than his thunder sound! The blonde lion's iron fist came like a volcanic eruption, and slammed into the body of the Slaanesh Knight, and the endless golden light contained in this punch, completely knocking down the three-meter-high troll on the grassland of the autumn night. The glorious power of the Tar Divine Power suppressed the bodies of thousands of purple demon snakes like golden mountains, like the light of the sun dispelling the dark clouds.

As the Slaanesh Chosen One fell to the ground, the purple Slaanesh Seal was completely dissipated under Hyde's Tal power. The translucent demon snakes screamed and disappeared into the air, leaving only black mist and scorched smoke scattered, and the huge mutant monster collapsed to the ground like a wall, leaving only a few tentacles twitching weakly, and the blood and internal organs flowed like a stream, staining the warriors' feet red.

"My dear Lord Edelman, I am more like a father! Do you see? Do you see that Your Highness and I have avenged you! Can you hear my voice? Can you hear me? I am no longer the helpless little girl in the wilderness, I am the god of glory! Ah, my dear mother, can you see all this? My dear mother!"

Frey stretched out her slender arms to the sky, her passionate voice mixed with joyful and sad fluctuations, and the golden light around her burst into the sky like flames. The black-haired girl fell to her knees and shouted at the vast canopy, the sound of which tore at Hyde's heart through the night sky, and made the young man, who had also lost his mother in childhood, feel the same pain in his heart!

"We need to cut off his head to prevent this sinister Slaanesh creature from playing any more tricks, although it looks like he won't be able to play any tricks this time. ”

A familiar voice interrupted Hyde's musings, none other than Old Loren. The red-armored, white-haired old knight shook off the blood stains on his blood-colored greatsword and pointed the astonishing magic sword at the twisted head of the Chosen One. The blood-colored crest behind him faded away, and the magic eye on the greatsword closed, and Hyde noticed that the white-haired old man was already covered in sweat, and he should have been as tired as he was. After all, he is already an old man in his sixties, and the power of the divine favor is also endless.

"Alright, Grandpa Loren, let me do the final blow. This sinister creature has attacked me, and if you hadn't arrived in time, I would have died, and I really have to thank you. ”

Hyde thanked the white-haired and red-armored old man, in the battle just now, if it wasn't for the old Loren showing his might, reading power to resist the madness of this slaarous Chosen One, where would he have a chance to wake up again!

"There's nothing to thank, I should be ashamed that I let this slascivious monster sneak attack you, this damn Chaos! This is my sword, use this sword to take off his head!"

Old Loren nailed his sword to the ground next to the head of the Slaanesh-Chosen One, cutting off half of his hair, and the long green hair was scattered in the wind, and the horsemen who had been watching the battle in shock also ran over with cheers, wanting to leave a few traces of their own swords on this terrible trophy.

But suddenly, an inexplicable nervousness rushed towards Hyde, and he felt as if something was shaking under his feet, and he wanted to sound the alarm. But old Loren was faster than him, and he grabbed him and retreated backwards like lightning. The cavalry were surprised by the sudden change, but Frey retreated.

"Everyone, be careful!"

The two men sounded the alarm almost at the same time, but it was too late. Stormy arrows and purple fireballs rained down from the sky, like a storm of death, and the three cavalrymen who were running in front instantly turned into hedgehogs, fell to the ground with incredible eyes, let out a few dying struggles, and could no longer move. An unlucky cavalryman was hit by the purple fireball, and his entire body suddenly exploded into bloody pieces of flesh, and white bones and internal organs sprayed in all directions!

Only one of the five horsemen survived, and this was because he saw Hyde and them retreating quickly, so he quickly grew a snack and stopped. This young man was a Cheetah Knights attendant who followed the convoy escorting Greenhill to the station, named Simon, and was usually more cautious. Although he survived, his face turned black with surprise because it was so unexpected.

"The enemy's reinforcements came so close that they lurked in the heat of the battle. Let's retreat to the military station first, and I'll cut it off for you!"

Old Loren's voice was heavy, and the white-haired old man's thick white eyebrows were huddled together.

"No, let me do it!"

Hyde raised his dagger and snatched Simon's saber from his side, assuming his subconscious dual-wielding stance--- the usual fighting stance from his forgotten memories of his past life. Although he also felt a surprising sense of exhaustion and weakness, he would never show weakness in front of girls and elders.

"His Royal Highness ...... Hyde"

Frey subconsciously approached him, a faint fear in her voice. When Hyde slayed the Slaanese Knight, Frey's fire of anger seemed to run out, and the girl's fear instincts returned to her body. Although the beautiful girl had become a god, she gave most of her power to Hyde in that kiss. In the battle just now, her remaining divine power was almost exhausted, and the golden talal crest had dispersed from her side, and she had become a helpless girl who needed to be protected again.

"I'll protect you, my Frey!"

Hyde put away his dagger and wrapped his arm around the thin shoulders of the dark-haired girl, who was wearing only a thin leather bodysuit that was torn in many places, revealing her fair skin. Hyde felt her body shiver involuntarily in the cold wind. So the young man took off his blood-stained wolfskin cloak and draped it lightly over the girl's shoulders to cover her curvaceous body. Frey looked at Hyde gratefully, and snuggled herself up to the man's arm, her short black hair fluttering side by side with Hyde's long blond hair in the wind, forming a beautiful picture in the moonlight.

"My poor Lord Tiggal! I didn't expect you to end up like this!"

A voice floated in a sarcastic tone, and with that voice a slender black figure rose from the grass in the distance.

"The graceful Lord Tiggal has become a miserable state, a skinned bog toad! Who has mistreated our brave knight so much! I must avenge him with all my blood!"

Another voice laughed wildly, flowing through the prairie with a dark smell.

"It was the atrocity of the Chosen One of the false gods, and our noble Lord Tiggal became a miserable experiment! These Southern unbelievers kicked our elegant Lord Tiggar around like a dead dog, and forced him to swallow the woman he loved!"

The slender black shadow's voice was filled with irony, followed by an irrepressible burst of laughter. The laughter echoed in the late autumn night sky with a sense of ecstasy and surprise that had fallen in calamity.

"His Excellency Tiggal has said that his beloved dancing queen is like a pearl, and no one else is allowed to touch it! Ah, what a tragic scene I have seen! What a sad love! I was moved to tears!"

Another voice approached, a tall black figure, deliberately elongating its voice to give a thin, long reply.

"So our arrogant brothers and superiors, the illustrious Lord Tigger, the hero of the Northlands, have now broken their backbones like dead dogs and collapsed in front of the military station of the false god believers, how can such an ugly state accomplish the task entrusted to Miss Lordali! Ah, how the distance from the hero to the clown is so close, how it hurts my heart! What has the great banner of Salis tarnished by the clown named Tiggal!"

"So we must punish this blasphemous clown, my brother. Let's take off Teagarh the Clown!"

"This is our unshirkable task, but we must first reap the generous gifts bestowed on us by the Supreme God of Beauty--- the three false gods! And the gods who consume their divine power after a fierce battle! My God, what a blessed gift this is! Let us achieve such a brilliant victory! O Supreme and Holy ** God of Beauty! I want to pray to you with the most sincerity!"

The slender black shadow approached the fallen Slaanesh Knight, his face was finally exposed in front of Hyde, and a large group of black shadows followed him thirty or forty meters forward, and the sharp spears and axes rose densely, like a dark wood.

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