> Brolin didn't know that the Elite Darkblade Knight was actually a creation of the brood, and was a consumable class in Richard's sequence. After the battle of the Yonghui Fortress, Brolin was full of respect for these mysterious knights who never spoke. Because at least half of the Constructed Knights' lives were saved by them. And now, such a difficult task as breaking the Holy City Warrior Defense Formation was originally the duty of the Constructed Knights, how could the elite Darkblade Knight be allowed to rush to the forefront?

In Brolin's eyes, these last elite Darkblade Knights were already heroes, and what they needed to accept was the cheers and flowers that followed the triumph, and should no longer be a mortal mission.

Richard, however, was determined and unswayed by Brolin's call. The men of the two generations exchanged many things in an instant, and what Brolin read in them was an unshakable determination. The eyes of this middle-aged man, who had never been from a poor background, moistened in an instant, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the last elite Darkblade Knights who were rushing towards the ranks of the Holy War Warriors at full speed!

That's the last elite Darkblade Knight!

The wrinkles on the face of the leader of the warriors of the Holy City were as deep as if they had been cut by a knife, and the scars glowed red. As the Elite Darkblade Knight got closer and closer, his eyebrows locked deeper, and his eyes sunken deeply. The heart beat of the leader of the Holy City Warriors accelerated exponentially, and a voice kept echoing in his heart: "Why haven't they slowed down, why haven't they slowed down...... Ah!!h

The leader of the Holy City warriors let out a roar like an earth dragon and rushed towards the elite Darkblade Knight! His whole body shrunk behind the round shield and slammed into the magic horse of an elite Darkblade Knight!

There was a bang, as if the earth was shaking, and the leader of the holy city warriors retreated a few big steps, and the surface of the round shield was covered with cracks. And the elite Darkblade Knight who was rushed flew out directly. The leader of the Holy City warriors roared angrily, and the bayonet spear in his hand had already been horizontally inserted into the waist of another elite Darkblade Knight, directly picking him off the demon horse. However, this was already the limit of what he could do, and the rest of the elite Darkblade Knights rushed past the leader like a tidal wave, slamming into the array of Holy City warriors!

Hearing the dense shattering, thumping, and muffled humming behind him, the heart of the leader of the Holy City warriors screwed together. He knew very well what the consequences would be if a knight charged with all his might would be charged head-on, and those extra-long cavalry spears could even pierce three or four people. The dull humming was all from the warriors of the Holy City, who had the strongest will and would not scream under any circumstances, but only a few at most. However, in an instant, the leader of the Holy City Warriors noticed a problem, none of the elite Darkblade Knights screamed? He turned back in shock, only to see that some of those demonic knights had fallen to the ground, some were still fighting with their heads, and some were in the process of experiencing death: the Holy City Warriors were dissecting their bodies with weapons. Whatever the situation, the elite Darkblade Knights didn't scream or roar, they just fought in silence, as if they had nothing to do with the world other than fighting.

Not only the elite Darkblade Knights, but even their mounts did not let out even a single roar.

The leader of the Holy City warriors suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, he turned around like a whirlwind, and without looking, he slapped away the horse spear that stabbed him in the back of the heart with the round shield in his hand, and then the bayonet spear in his right hand broke into the chest of the elite Darkblade Knight's magic knight like lightning. The knight immediately fell to his knees with his hooves and threw the knight on his back into the air. The leader didn't look at the knight who was being thrown away, but he knew very well how much damage it would hurt to be thrown out of a horse that was charging at full speed. But this time he only blocked one knight, and the remaining six knights all rushed past him, crashing into the array of Holy City warriors, and a blood mist suddenly rose from the place where he passed.

This is the last row of elite Darkblade Knights.

When the last row of elite Darkblade Knights rushed into the enemy line, the first row of knights to rush in had all been killed. More than eighty horsemen rode the Darkblade Knights, smashing a large gap in the barrel array of the Holy City warriors, causing their array to be completely chaotic.

Brolin finally waited for the order.

In a deep voice, he said to the knights in the costume to the left and right, "Old fellows, the rest is our business. ”

The knights in the free Akmund were silent, but the spurting of their mounts under their crotch revealed their thoughts. As Constructed Knights, they were supposed to be the terminators of a qiē class, but now in front of them, the Darkblade Knight had completed the task that should have belonged to them in their place. The old Akmunds, like Brolin, knew from the moment the Darkblade Knight began to charge.

"Come with me, old guys. "Brolin's order was uneventful, and there was nothing exciting about it. But he was the first to leap out of the array and rush straight towards the enemy!

Behind Brolin, a horde of Constructed Knights rolled out, like steel behemoths, crushing the enemy. And on them, the colorful fighting spirit on the riding spears clearly shows that they are different from the Darkblade Knights.

The earth began to tremble, and the pupils of the leader of the Holy City warriors had shrunk to the extreme! He saw the crowd of knights in costume rolling in, and he only felt that a group of earth dragons were charging at him. The formation behind him was still chaotic, and the more ferocious enemy was already pounced. The leader of the Holy City warriors had no time to mobilize his troops, and all he could do was stand in the middle of the alley like the elite Darkblade Knights!

He is a nineteenth-level powerhouse, and his status in the entire Holy City is only below the top five, and his combat power is the first person under the two legendary powerhouses. But this is on the battlefield, when a strong man integrates into the battlefield, there are goals that he must protect, and there are restrictions that cannot be escaped. Even if he could escape, he would never leave his subordinates behind him and flee alone.

The leader of the Holy City warriors bowed his body and stared at the knight in armor who rushed to the front. He could feel that underneath that armor was the same man as himself. And such a man should not appear in the camp of the enemy. If there is, then it must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Brolin thinks the same way.

The torrent of steel rolled towards the leader of the Holy City warriors, paused slightly, and then continued on. They cut through the array of Holy City warriors and successfully cut through their opponents' formations, leaving a flesh-paved corridor behind them.

The battle of the strong men is also coming to an end, and the strong men of the Hulan people are falling one after another. With the strong support of a full fifty constructed knights, and with powerful sanctuaries such as Gordon's Three Knights and Fasqi, even if the Hulans dispatched a legendary powerhouse, they would not be able to turn the tide of the battle. Long Xing had been firmly crucified by Asiris, Quicksand, and Fasqi, and Quicksand's gaze never left him. As long as the dragon star moves a little slower, it is possible to be hit by the Time Mirror.

The warriors of the Holy City are already being slaughtered. This is the last barrier of the Hulan people, and the rest are those ordinary people in the lower middle and lower parts of the Holy City. They may also have firm beliefs, but if it is on the battlefield, the role of more than 20,000 people may not be as good as that of an elite team of 2,000 people.

The war is over. Even Richard was thinking so.

After this battle, the entire Hulan was under control, and the elite forces of the local Hulan people were wiped out, and they could no longer afford to make big waves. Although Richard also paid an extremely heavy price for today's victory, the value of the Divine Nest itself alone is far above these costs. Wealth, flesh and blood, and life are all tangible things, and they all have a way to measure them. However, the rules of the world and the mysteries of time and space are intangible, and their value cannot be measured at all.

The troubles of the Hulan plane are far from over, for example, another legendary powerhouse has not yet appeared, and if Long Xing must escape, there is no good means to keep him for the time being. Richard summoned Asiris back in order to use his Forbidden Sky Divine Domain to restrain the Dragon Star. Once the Dragon Star loses its speed advantage, it is very likely to be killed. However, Richard did not expect that there would be so many restrictions on magic and magic in the vicinity of the Holy City, that the Dark Priest was not sure that the Dragon Star would remain.

But these are just troubles. And it doesn't have to be unsolvable. Long Xing obviously has no room for improvement, but Richard is different. Whether it is Richard or his followers, there is still a lot of room for improvement, so Richard can wait for the opportunity slowly. In a small closed plane, a legendary powerhouse who can't leave the plane is nothing. It's really not good, Richard can also invite legendary powerhouses from Norland to exterminate Dragon Star.

The dragon star in the sky was also clearly aware that the war was over, and he continued to roar in anger and rage, but he was getting farther and farther away from the core of the battlefield. So far, the role of Dragon Star has almost been impossible to play, Fasqi and Asiris have brought him heavy pressure, but what he fears the most is the eyes of quicksand. Quicksand didn't do anything, just looked at Long Xing indifferently, and let him dodge desperately. Long Xing didn't even know why he was afraid of a little priest who was only level sixteen, but as long as he was looked at by those amber eyes, his crisis instinct would be like a girl who had encountered a group of perverts, screaming desperately.

Long Xing was still insisting, and several of Hulan's Sacred Domains were also fighting to the death, while several other Sacred Domains fled directly. Richard immediately ordered his followers to go after him. These Sanctuaries were all injured in an unknown way, which was very suitable for Splash, Zonghu, and Crimson. Legends are big troubles, and the strong in the Sanctuary are small troubles. Given a chance to solve most of the troubles in one fell swoop, Richard wasn't ready to let them go.

At this moment, on the top floor of the temple of the Holy City, three divine envoys were surrounding a five-meter-diameter round platform, intently looking at the magical images on it. On the round platform, the image of the entire battlefield is presented. There was not much left of the last of the Holy City warriors, and they were still cut into pieces, and they were dying and dying. And Richard's group of constructed knights was unhurried, smashing the remaining array of Holy City warriors one by one. Even anyone without any military common sense can see that the war is over.

"No, the war isn't over yet!" said one of the oracles suddenly. His old and deep voice echoed through the hall for a long time.