Chapter 106: The Sword of the Sword Master

(I ask for a ticket, I collect it, I recommend it...... Brothers and sisters, the book friends who take care of the wood smash the tickets over, and I let the wooden crow dance the hula for you, hehe...... The crow finally said yes...... God, spare me!!)

Ossimos Rusco, dressed in a green shirt, stood as tall as a sword, standing in the sky above the palace square, a strange-shaped long sword in his hand emitting a dark golden light, and a small golden snake was faintly swimming in the dark golden light. A slight smile appeared on the stiff face......

"Imperial Sword"!

The only Juggernaut of the Byron Empire!

With the strength of his own strength to support the honor of the Lilac family for nearly a hundred years, even the Grand Duke of Lilac, who was highly respectful to St. Yarra's Grand Yanjing, finally appeared.

The soldiers of the Royal Guards who were still fighting bloody battles burst into cheers, Lord Ossimus was the soul of the army in the Byron Empire, a banner that would not fall, as long as the Grand Duke of Lilac appeared, it meant that this coup would face a fundamental turnaround.

But which side is Marshal Osimos Rusco on, is it in favor of the Grand Prince, the Thirteenth Prince, or some other prince?

The weight of the Grand Duke of Lilac is too heavy, enough to affect the balance of forces in all sides of the empire!

Osimos stared coldly at the "Necromantic Sovereign" who was raging on the field, and snorted coldly: "Ertris Necromancer, you have gone against the grain, how many unjust souls have died under your necromantic magic, and you have released a forbidden spell magic like 'Skeleton Slaughter City', do you want to overturn the entire Yanjing! Based on this, I will also keep you here today, so as not to continue to harm people......

The eldest prince's face suddenly turned pale, and as soon as Osimus said this, he was clearly standing on the opposite side of him. He secretly regretted that he was too hasty, and originally wanted to unite the Temple of Light with the strongest necromancer under his command, plus 60,000 Praetorian Guards, to solve all problems in one fell swoop with lightning speed, as long as he forced the old emperor to step down or get the edict of succession, everything would be decided.

Unexpectedly, things changed so much, first of all, the Praetorian Guards mutinied one after another, and three of the ten battalions actually took refuge in the Tenth and Thirteenth Princes, and two were co-opted by the Fourth and Eighth Princes......

And that little-known little Earl Piaoxiang actually took advantage of the necromancer's accident and cut off one of his arms with a strange weapon! You must know that the necromancer Ertris has reached the ninth-level realm, and although his body is weak, his body is not trivial, and even the instantaneous "necromancer shield" is not something that ordinary people can break through the defense.

The eldest prince has a heart, and he has to escape from Yanjing and return to his own territory, plus the fiefdom of the Madagascar family, and also reach the territory of the two provinces, and they are both rich and fertile places in the empire, with nearly 100,000 private troops......

When the time comes, the soldiers will point out, and the small half of the empire will fall into their own hands......

Ertris laughed strangely: "Osimos, after so many years as a Grand Duke, I'm afraid your bones have rusted......" He pointed his hand, opened his mouth and squirted a mouthful of dirty blood towards the Necromantic Sovereign, the Necromantic Sovereign was nourished by his natal blood, and the injuries on his body instantly healed, its huge body jumped up, roared angrily and swung the huge chain hammer in his hand and smashed it down on Osimos!

Osimos sneered, "Spirit Snake Thousand Light Sword!" The long sword in his hand instantly released thousands of dark golden rays of light, and each light turned out to be a dark golden fierce little snake!

"Spirit Snake Thousand Light Sword"! Another high-level fighting weapon!

General Patton already has a fighting weapon called "Fire Eagle Fighting Wings", how many fighting weapons does this Ossimus family have!

"Boom!" Thousands of rays of light collided with the summoned creature "Necromantic Sovereign", turning into countless dark golden points of light and dissipating, while the Necromantic Sovereign was emitting a cloud of black mist, and its bone armor could be vaguely seen in the black mist......

At this moment, there was an uproar outside the palace square, and huge war horses were shrouded in heavy armor and appeared on the periphery of the battlefield in a black and oppressive phalanx.

On the giant warhorse, a warrior shrouded in heavy armor held extremely heavy weapons such as riding spears, axe guns, and giant hammers, and his eyes under the solid covered helmet showed a cold and blood-devouring light. Especially the one in the lead, a heavily armed knight, the war horse is three meters tall, coupled with his huge body of more than two and a half meters, and the mace in his hand is thicker than a normal person's thigh, like the reincarnation of a giant spirit god.

Although there are only more than 1,000 people, they are extremely coercive, they are like a mountain, not moving like a mountain, moving the sky and the earth will fall apart!

A black battle flag fluttered in the wind, and on the banner was a huge blood-colored skull, with two strange-looking golden weapons inserted into the skull, if you look closely, you can find that one is a tattered "Broken Knife", but how do you look like only half of the "Death Scythe"!

And the other half turned out to be a goblin musket, but how do you look like a thick and thin burning stick!

Needless to say, this battle flag is the "fragrant battle flag" created by Lear in a hurry. But it really has nothing to do with the word "fragrance".

Lear was riding on a silver giant wolf more than two meters high, squatting on his shoulders with a dumb, stupid and stupid big crow, standing behind him a four-meter-tall, golden-covered demonic beast storm ape, next to a line of twelve mysterious people shrouded in huge black robes!

He yelled "Rush ......"

"Lion-faced" Russell roared: "The Black Devil Army! There is no retreat, advance is life, retreat is death!" This is the battle number that the rammer came up with temporarily, and he even gave a death order, as long as the "Black Devil Army" on the battlefield retreats, it will not die under the enemy's knife, and after returning, it will be severely punished by military law, and it will be killed with a rod or hanged, which is ten times more cruel than dying on the battlefield!

However, the punishment and reward are heavier, and once the accepted gladiator soldiers have made meritorious achievements, they will not only be freed and become civilians, but also be rewarded, and even get a small piece of land, marry a wife and have children......

The slave bloody gladiators were so well equipped with weapons and equipment that even the regular army of the empire could not have, and they could regain their freedom, and even have a bright future, how could they not be completely crazy!

A thousand one-horned nightmare horses "slowly" began to accelerate, but their speed far exceeded that of ordinary war horses, and after two breaths, the horse's speed had increased to an astonishing height.

The heavy iron armor of the Golden Horned Nightmare Horse knocked a Praetorian Guard soldier flying, Russell laughed wildly and slammed into a light knight, knocking him apart with his men and horses, and a thousand war horses swept across the battlefield like a hurricane, cutting into butter like a huge sharp knife, and the Praetorian Guard was invincible!

Everywhere the skeleton flag went, a thousand waves of people were stirred up in front of the rammed goods and horses. They were all swept away by the power of this goods!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the eldest prince turned his horse's head and quietly slipped away outside the palace square.

(Solemnly begging for votes, crying and shouting begging, sprinkling and rolling begging, praying to the heavens...... A total of one hundred and eight styles, quack !!)