Traitor.

Defenders.

was originally the side of the rebels, and it was pointless to talk eloquently.

On the side of the defenders, Saint Laurent Garros seemed to be speechless.

Although she is a strong person in the world! Although she seems to be able to crush these "rebels" like ants as long as she stretches out her fingers! "Guardian of the Holy City, Legendary Guardian!" Elder Simon gasped, but his eyes showed a kind of unbelievable pity and disdain: "Now, what I want to say has been said!"

Saint Laurent Garros hung his head and was silent, his brows were furrowed on his beautiful face, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. "Why, don't you want to judge us sinners?" Elder Simon stared at St. Laurent Garros, "We are here, and you want to uphold the righteousness of this so-called holy city, so come!"

Saint Laurent Garros still bowed his head and was silent, but the people around him were different, and the people who were originally indignant were all moved by the impassioned words of Elder Simon, and many people and gods had already shaken, and even some people took out their weapons before, and the carved edge in their hands couldn't help but hang down at this moment.

Char was still hiding in the crowd, but he quietly retreated, instinctively feeling that this matter was not so simple - the eight members of the Council of Elders jointly rebelled, where would there be such a little backhand? Even if Saint Laurent Garros personally came to suppress the suppression, these people probably would not be so easily restrained. "Simon!" Saint Laurent Garros raised his head, his originally sharp eyes couldn't help but soften slightly, but his voice was still solemn: "I don't comment on what you want." The Holy City has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, and people's hearts are thinking, how can I not know...... "It's just that your plot is still a rebellious act after all!" Hmph, if you want to make your own way, if you just leave quietly, I will naturally not pay attention to it." It's just ......, "You shouldn't be so mad about what you do!" The city lord has always been generous and indisputable, why did you kill him! Mr. Du is even more innocent, and you shouldn't hurt him! A mistake is a mistake, and no matter how much you have a reason to crown the emperor, you can't hide your crimes." ”

Having said that, Char sighed in her heart...... "Saint Laurent Garros's heart is also shaken! Otherwise, how could she not mention rebellion, but only murder?"

If the heart is disturbed, it is chaotic.

Simon smiled and stood on the top of the steps, although he was not tall, but at this moment, he seemed to be looking down at Saint Laurent Garros condescendingly, and said word by word: "Win the king and defeat the king! We have done the matter of Saint Laurent Garros, and we have never regretted it, if you want to kill or arrest, you just have to come!"

Saint Laurent Garros smiled lightly: "Yes, success and defeat, in the final analysis, that's just this sentence! Simon, I know that you must have some means to do so, so let it out!"

The elders above had already gathered together, led by Simon, and said in a loud voice: "I knew that you Saint Laurent Garros was powerful, how could we pin our hopes on those alien races......!"

Speaking of this, Simon suddenly shook his hand, took out a short metal cylinder from his sleeve, and shook it slightly, and heard a bang, and a ball of red light rose to the sky, straight into the sky like a fireflower!

In an instant, a cloud of red light spread out between the clouds above the peak of this holy city, and the red light was so beautiful that it was clearly visible even if it was dozens of miles around.

Saint Laurent Garros didn't stop him, just looked at Simon coldly, and said lightly: "It's okay, let those black hands hidden in the shadows be exposed." So that I don't have to clean up the trouble one by one afterwards. "You're confident!" Simon squinted.

Saint Laurent Garros took a deep breath, stepped slowly, and walked up the steps step by step, towards the west gate and the others on the palace.

She walked very slowly, one step at a time, but although her pace was heavy and slow, she did not stop for half a minute after all, and after a few steps, she was already less than ten meters away from Ximen and the others.

At this time, there were bursts of hurried footsteps around, and I saw dense figures rushing in from the gate outside the palace square, there were hundreds, all of them were fully armored, holding sharp weapons, forming a thick array.

On both sides of the palace, a hundred and ten armor soldiers rushed out, half of them holding thick shields, all of them more than one person tall, and quickly surrounded the eight elders in it, and firmly protected them with shields.

On both sides, there were many lightly armored samurai, but what they held in their hands was not a knife carving, but a small weapon that seemed to be a short crossbow.

Char had never seen such a short crossbow, it looked more dense than the hand crossbow in the Byzantine army, each short crossbow was seen from the shape of the thing, the crossbow arrow was also shining with a metallic luster, obviously a more powerful force, and the crossbow arrow was unabashedly blooming with a faint blue luster.

Even if Char hadn't tried it himself, he could immediately guess that it must be some powerful poison.

Saint Laurent Garros shook his head and said, "Is this your backhand?" Ximen, the kings of the six major jīng spirit tribes of the jīng spirit clan can't stop me, do you think these people can do it? These people are the henchmen and dead soldiers that your eight families have been raising for many years, right? Hmph......"

She looked at the short crossbows facing her, as if she looked at them: "Are the crossbow arrows smeared with the poison given to you by the jīng spirit clan? It's a very sharp thing, but you think this can deal with me? As for these armor soldiers, how long do you think they can resist in front of the guardian warrior group?!" "I'll have to give it a try." Simon sneered and shouted, "Do it!"

With a loud shout from Ximen, one hundred and ten crossbowmen started together to hear the sound of breaking the air, and more than a hundred short crossbows were aimed at Saint Laurent Garros, and under the sharp aura that broke through the sky, the cold light bloomed!

The crossbow arrows in the sky came quickly, Saint Laurent Garros naturally disdained to dodge, and as soon as the long sleeves were rolled, a ball of red light appeared in front of her, and countless short crossbows flew into the air in front of her and instantly froze in mid-air, and she could no longer move forward!

But at this time, a scream suddenly sounded, which made Saint Laurent Garros suddenly change!

This change happened in the crowd!

Among the hundreds of white-clothed guardian warriors who were originally standing under the palace, there was a sudden change!

Just under the order of "do it" from Ximen, many white-clothed warriors in the original crowd suddenly picked up the sharp weapons in their hands and stabbed at their white-clothed companions beside them!

The white-clothed warriors are the guardian warriors of the Holy City, originally a group of the most loyal children of the Holy City, and they are the best selected among the black-haired races.

But it happened to these people!

Almost one-third of the people attacked at the same time, stabbing the weapons in their hands into the vital points of the companions around them, and striking ruthlessly, as if they were not facing their companions who got along day and night, but enemies who did not share the sky!

The white-clothed warriors who were attacked were not prepared at all, and even if they were on guard, they all focused on the armor warriors who rushed around them, where would they guard against their companions?

In a matter of moments, dozens of people were attacked, and many of them were killed on the spot before they could react.

Even that Han Bi screamed angrily and his chest had been pierced through his chest by a long carving, he turned around angrily, and saw a white-clothed companion he knew, staring at the carved money in his hand with a pale face, dripping with blood...... ""For, why?!" Han Bi's body trembled, he was strong after all, although he was stabbed, but in an instant, he reacted instinctively, and his body moved a little, and he got out of the way. After stumbling for a moment, Han Bi's legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground, panting, looking at his assassin companion, and shouted: "Why?! You, are you all reversed?!!

This change, not to mention that Char didn't expect it, where did Saint Laurent Garros think of it?

This woman saw that these most loyal white-clothed warriors were killed dozens of people in an instant, her heart ached, she screamed, no longer paid attention to the short crossbows in front of her, and jumped down the steps, falling into the crowd of white-clothed warriors, and saw the long sleeve of her right hand rolled up, and with a few bangs, several white-clothed warriors who had just attacked her companions were knocked out by her!

Saint Laurent Garros shot with hatred, and as soon as he made a move, he naturally refused to be merciful, and several people who were knocked away by her were already angry before they landed. However, there were some rebels of the white-clothed warriors around them, who were originally a little stunned when they saw Saint Laurent Garros flying over, and they were all a little stunned after years of accumulation, but they finally didn't dare to hesitate at this moment, and someone shouted, and Lyke stabbed at Saint Laurent Garros.

The people around also reacted, and some people shouted: "Success or failure is today, if you don't work hard, wait for death!"

In an instant, there were more than ten more long shaves that stabbed at Saint Laurent Garros, and more rebels gritted their teeth and continued to storm their companions!

There was no intention of calculating, and in the first wave of attacks, dozens of people were killed among the white-clothed warriors. It happened too suddenly, many people didn't understand what was going on in their minds, and some people thought that their companions were crazy, but they saw that the other party was killed with red eyes, so they barely resisted, and many people shouted while resisting, but how could they be distracted during the fight, but after the tablet kung fu, several people were killed.

Saint Laurent Garros was furious in her heart, these were the sharpest stalwarts of the Holy City, and they had become like this in an instant, so how could she not have blood in her heart? The figure of the red sè rose into the sky, and the white-clothed warrior in her hand suddenly exposed countless wounds all over her body, blood sprayed, and the white clothes turned into bloody clothes!

Surrounded by more than a dozen sharp carvings, these rebels of the white-clothed warriors are also powerful people, and in the Guardian Warrior Regiment of the Holy City, how can there be a weak person? Almost all of them have a black light on their long carvings! Char just saw at a glance that all of the people they were using were "bright" murderous aura!

It's all his senior brother Hesting's housekeeping skills!

Saint Laurent Garros told himself that it was indeed true, and this brilliant murderous aura was indeed from the Holy City It was a stunt cultivated by the guardian warriors of the Holy City.

More than a dozen swords with a bright murderous aura stabbed over, and everyone was a powerful Holy City Guardian Warrior, even if it was Saint Laurent Garros, she couldn't ignore it, her body immediately spun quickly, and the red robe was like a red cloud. , Ding Jingdong's voice was unconscious, and the long moment that was tattooed on the red skirt immediately broke apart one by one, and the random pieces that broke flew everywhere, but the bright murderous aura of the black sè surged. Saint Laurent Garros was already covered in red light, obviously crimson murderous aura had been triggered!

The red light was masterful, and the bright murderous aura of the black sè was suddenly melted away as if it had met a nemesis. More than a dozen figures flew backwards, many of them were still spurting blood in mid-air, and some were already out of breath after they landed, only the little half of them staggered to the ground, but they were still staring fiercely at Saint Laurent Garros.

Seeing that the white-clothed warriors who were still standing in the field, around the seriously injured Han Bi, there were no more than twenty people to chat, and most of the rest who were killed, even if they were still alive, had fallen to the ground with serious injuries.

And among the white-clothed warriors, there were more than a hundred rebels, but they had already stood far away, standing with those dead men in armor of the Council of Elders.

As for the others in black robes, they retreated far from the battle at the very beginning. These people are not guardian samurai groups, but they are the personnel of various positions in the holy city, but most of them seem to be stunned, but under the coercion of the armored samurai around them, many people simply lowered their hands, and some people directly made a gesture of not daring to resist. It was only a short moment, and the scene turned out to be like this.

Fang Cai was still besieged and rebelled by hundreds of white-clothed guardians, but now it has become his own side, chatting with more than 20 people, surrounded by hundreds of armor soldiers.

Saint Laurent's eyes were bloodshot, and she seemed to have calmed down and inhaled deeply. Qi stood in the middle, and looked at Han Bi and the others who were kneeling on the ground behind him, even if they were the last loyal people, everyone was injured, and many people's faces were not only angry and painful, but there was more of a taste of confusion and despair.

The corpses were lying on the ground, and the blood flowed on the spot.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, many of the dead white-clothed warriors, some of them showed resentment, more of them were still full of surprise when they were dying, and more people were angry.

Whether it was a loyal man who died or a rebel who was killed, but seeing these people wearing the same white robes, Saint Laurent Garros suddenly felt a great pain in his heart, his eyes went black, his chest suddenly rose and fell, and a small mouthful of blood spurted out of the corner of his mouth!

The red figure, which seemed to be upright and unyielding, finally trembled slightly.

Seeing that Saint Laurent Garros vomited blood, Simon, who was standing on the palace, suddenly showed an excited expression and shouted: "She's hurt!

Saint Laurent Garros's heart sank, and he tried to forcibly suppress the sharp pain in his chest, but such a forcible force made his whole body tremble more and more, suppressing Dorì's injury, and he could no longer hide it after all. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spurted out another mouthful of blood. "Hahahaha!I know!I know!I know it!!!" Elder Simon stood on the steps and laughed excitedly: "You have been injured a long time ago! Saint Laurent Garros! Although you have broken through the siege of those jīng spirit giants, under such a siege, even if it were you, it is impossible to escape with your whole body! You have already been injured!!!hahahaha!" After laughing wildly, Simon shouted: "Victory is at hand! Kill this woman together! This hellish holy city will never be able to lock us up again!"

Saint Laurent Garros's face was as pale as paper, and even though she was still gritting her teeth and not speaking, she could no longer hide her weakness at this moment.

Simon was right. She found out the truth in Byzantium, and she was also shocked at that time, and she didn't dare to delay for a moment, and rushed all the way to try to rush back to the holy city early. Even if she is a peerless powerhouse, she will be tired after all. In the final analysis, although she is a peerless powerhouse, she is still a human being, a flesh and blood body.

Encountered an ambush in the forest sea, the good hands of the jīng spirit clan were exhausted, plus the leader of the six jīng spirit tribes, jīng spirit king, the jīng spirit clan is good at natural magic, and even drove several flamingo gods and beasts to besiege you know, at the beginning, Mr. Peach just drove a flamingo and killed Char and Hesting almost in the sky.

Even more, the jīng spirit clan used a highly poisonous poison as soon as it came up, it was the kind of thing that Mr. Tao used to assassinate Hesting This kind of toxin is specially used to deal with the strong, the stronger the strength, the more violent the attack becomes, although it was not fatal at the time, it was enough to weaken her strength by half, and she had to divide her strength to suppress the toxins in her body from time to time.

The six jīng spirit kings each have their own special skills, some are good at natural magic, some are good at martial arts, and there are even strong men of the giant clan and strong helpers of the dwarf clan. In a Liao battle, even though Saint Laurent Garros showed his might, killed many strong enemies, and even severely damaged the enemies besieging him, and was able to clash and ascend to heaven, but after all, he was already extremely injured, and most importantly, the poison in her body was eroding her strength all the time.

Saint Laurent Garros returned to the Holy City, the first time to find Mr. Du, but did not think that the most relied on Mr. Du had been killed, the city assembly, the rebellion of the Senate was imminent, Saint Laurent Garros did not hesitate, immediately rushed over, trying to suppress a group of Xiaoxiao with her own strength, she was also too confident, only felt that she was the legendary guardian of the Holy City, and had accumulated prestige for many years, as long as she climbed to the top of the city, she would naturally respond to the call, even if it was his own strength damage, but there was the existence of the Holy City Guardian Warrior Regiment, if it was not a problem to deal with these elders。

But who would have thought that even among the most loyal Holy City Guardian Warriors, there would be so many rebellions!

(Is this holy city really going to die?)

At this moment, Saint Laurent Garros seemed to be at a loss in her heart, and the crazy laughter of Simon, she didn't seem to hear a word, but just looked at the corpse of the earth......"

Whether it is those rebels or the loyalists who have been killed, these ...... "were once the guardians of the Holy City, and they are all the seeds of the power of the Holy City that have been cultivated for many years!"

"Kill her!kill her!!"

Simon shouted frantically.

But despite his urgency, as long as Saint Laurent Garros never really fell, no one dared to rush forward to do anything under the accumulated authority over the years.

It's just that the white-clothed rebels around finally forced up step by step. "Hehe" hehe............"

Suddenly, Saint-Laurent Garros, who hung his head, let out a few soft laughs.

The laughter was slight, then louder and louder, and finally turned into a mocking and indignant sneer. "Hahahaha!!" Saint Laurent Garros looked up, she looked at Simon who was standing above, and finally spoke: "I really start to admire you, Simon! You actually have such ability! Not only did you win over the Elders to rebel collectively, but even among the Guardian Warrior Order, so many people actually fell to you!"

Simon snorted and did not speak.

Saint Laurent Garros no longer paid attention to him, turned her head to look at the white-clothed rebels in front of her step by step, she suddenly took a step forward, just this step, and immediately startled those rebels retreated at the same time. "You!" St. Laurent Garros had blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of death: "You were all once the most loyal guardian warriors of the Holy City, and you have made a poisonous oath since you were a child! The Holy City has spent countless painstaking efforts and costs to cultivate you, and regards you as the future of the Holy City, and regarded you as the seeds of power to protect the Holy City! I really don't understand, why did you actually collude with Simon!"

Speaking, she casually pointed to one of the white-clothed rebels: "Your name is Li Yifeng, right?" I remember that you are thirty-two years old this Chinese New Year's Eve, and I personally enlightened you and personally presided over the ceremony of taking the oath to join the Guardian Samurai Regiment, and even your first carving was awarded to you by my own hand. I remember that you once encountered a bottleneck when cultivating the fourth layer of the Brilliant Murderous Qi, and you didn't make an inch of progress for two years, I remember that it was an afternoon, and you hid alone in the martial arts training ground behind the samurai regiment and secretly cried bitterly...... "I saw it well, I instructed you, and then asked you to go to the martial arts arena in the evening to see me quietly, I instructed you for ten days, and your brilliant fighting spirit finally improved." I remember when you knelt before me and wept bitterly, saying that you would always be grateful for my kindness, and I only told you that I don't need your gratitude, as long as you can serve the Holy City in the future............"

The person named Li Yifeng who was pointed at by her was full of shame, and suddenly threw the carving in his hand to the ground, cried loudly, and said loudly: "My lord, I'm sorry for you, I will take revenge!"

"Why on earth did you do such a thing?" said Saint Laurent Garros in a soft tone, "I don't understand if Simon bought you?"

The man named Li Yifeng trembled all over, but finally raised his head to look at Saint Laurent Garros, and said loudly: "No, my lord!" I ...... "I was not bought by him, nor was I coerced!" I did this kind of thing voluntarily! "My lord!" "I don't believe it!" Saint Laurent Garros suddenly shouted: "You swore once!" and ......" "Nothing, my lord." Li Yifeng burst into tears: "My lord, I really swore sincerely, only I once regarded becoming a guardian warrior as my biggest goal, and I even imagined that you would become a legendary guardian like this, risking my life for the Holy City!" but ...... "But ......" "But what?" "But I finally fell in love with a girl ten years ago, I married her, and then gave birth to a child. ”

The tears on Li Yifeng's face were still flowing, but his tone gradually stabilized: "My lord, I can dedicate my life to the Holy City, but my child has liked painting since he was a child, and I bought the scrolls brought by foreign merchants at a high price, but the child grew up day by day, he didn't like me to pass on his martial arts, and the scrolls bought outside could no longer satisfy his interest, and he often asked me where the world was on those scrolls." He often asked me why we couldn't go to the places on the scrolls...... "My lord, at that moment, I suddenly understood." My lord, I could stay here for the rest of my life, but my son, and even my future grandchildren. I hope they have a reason to get out of here!"

Saying that, Li Yifeng actually stood up: "What Lord Ximen just said, I can't see the sky after the heavy rain and the strange scene of snowfall, but I hope that my children will have the opportunity to see it in the future, and I hope that my grandson will have the opportunity to live like that in the future!"

After speaking, he suddenly picked up the long sword again and said loudly: "My hands are already full of the blood of my companions, I have committed unforgivable crimes, and I even stabbed the long carving of my sins to you who once gave me great favors! I am sorry for you!"

After a long moment of blood, his body slowly fell.

Saint Laurent Garros's face was pale, and his fingers trembled slightly as he watched this fall. "Lord Saint Laurent Garros. ”

Another rebel in white came out, this man was not young, and his temples were already frosted. He looked at Saint Laurent Garros and sighed softly: "My lord, I think, you should know me." "Of course I know you, Situ. Saint Laurent's tone suddenly revealed a bit of nostalgia: "I remember, we used to practice martial arts together, and we were trained together......" "Yes, it was many years ago. The face of the rebel in white showed this year. Silk smiled sadly: "It's been many, many years, I had the honor to swear to join the samurai group with my lords, but unfortunately, I am not talented, but your lordship quickly showed extraordinary talent and was personally cultivated by the previous generation of Lord Saint Laurent Garros as a disciple." Even though we've only been classmates in the samurai for a few years, I'm still very proud, and I'm always proud of that experience. "And what are you for?" said Saint Laurent Garros, although he was asking, his eyes were looking at Li Yifeng, who had fallen to the ground and died.

Situ exhaled lightly, lowered his head and thought for a while, but suddenly raised his head, looked at Saint Laurent Garros and smiled: "My lord, I don't know, have you ever had a dream?"

,...... "Dream?" Saint Laurent Garros frowned, as if savoring the word carefully. "Actually, I don't know what a dream is. Situ said slowly: "Perhaps, I once had a dream, but now I can't remember it clearly." The only thing I remember is that since I can remember, I have been told that we black-haired people are destined to contribute to this holy city all our lives, and when I reach my age, someone will naturally give me a carving to teach me to practice martial arts, and when I show a good talent, someone will naturally bring me into the samurai regiment for training. Every day, I was told to be loyal, to be loyal to the Holy City, to be loyal to the Lord of the City, to be loyal to the Queen of Man. ”

Speaking of this, Situ suddenly let out a wry smile full of mockery: "Yes, for as long as I can remember, I have been told all this...... "I was told what I was going to do, what I should do, what I was going to do in the future, what the hell I was going to do in my life...... However, no one ever asked me if I liked these things, whether I was willing to do this, and no one had ever asked me what my own dream was! No one ever asked me, because no one cared! This holy city didn't care at all! The human emperor doesn't care at all!" "Sometimes, I can't help but think of a question with amusement: How much money did our ancestors owe to the so-called human emperor, and they actually sold their descendants to them as slaves? One generation is not enough, so many generations are still not enough. Even if you are a slave, there is also a deed of selling your body, and when the deed of selling your body is full, you can also restore your own reason. I have heard that in Byzantium or other countries, even if you are a soldier and have fought all your life, there will always be a time when you can return home. Even if a prisoner is in prison, there will always be a day when he will atone for his sins and regain his own freedom. Speaking of this, Situ looked at the corpses on the ground, his eyes were full of sadness: "They died...... "But it wasn't we who killed it, and it wasn't you who killed it...... but this damn holy city killed it!"

"And me, sir. Another rebel in white stood up, he first walked to Saint Laurent Garros and bowed, and said slowly: "When I was eleven years old, I was brought back to the Holy City by a messenger, but I never wanted to! I like the outside world, I like the little girl who used to live next door to me when I was a child outside, I like to go to the river at the mouth of the village with a group of friends every year on Chūn days...... "But I was brought back when I was eleven years old, and no one asked me if I wanted to." I haven't been able to set foot in this hellish place since, and all I see every day is this city, and all I see is the woods outside!"

"And me!" "Me too!"

"And me!" "My lord...... "Me too!" "I!" "I......!" "I!"

One rebel after another in white came out, each with a determined expression on their faces, looking at Saint Laurent Garros without fear.