The dragon knight who arrived gradually paused, dead silent. The two human bodies on the opposite side have obviously lost their lives, the final struggle almost broke the flesh and bones of the two, and the flesh worms are generally entangled together forever, the girl's mouth that opened to the limit before she died, and the corners of her lips were torn still bitten in the throat of the enemy, deeply in, with red madness and a touch of unbright color in her eyes, and the corners of her lips dripped dark red blood in the breeze, like a coagulated smile, poignant and penetrating.

The knight didn't say anything superfluous, raised the dragon spear in his hand and performed the most * military salute on the continent, and then lightly took out the dagger on his waist and wiped it directly to the side of the armor, a golden star immediately disappeared, and the magic brilliance of the dagger flickered and dimmed.

Each star represents a promoted record, five can be the captain of a team of 100 people, ten is the captain of a team of 1,000 people, and so on. The more you get to the stars, the more difficult it becomes, often killing thousands of people alone in battle, or achieving major victories because of you. And the soldier cut himself off the fourth, and if the victory in this battle and the number of kills in his first ten battles were just enough to meet a thousand, it would have been enough to promote the glory of the captain of the fifth brigade.

The dragon knight did not hesitate, patted the dragon under him, and resolutely rushed towards more enemies with a deafening roar. Only two cold and entangled corpses were left on the ground, and the wind blew up a broken flag, covering the body of the woman's **, * and solemn.

There were no surprises in the ensuing battle, under the journey of absolute force, the scene was completely one-sided slaughter, a whole brigade of 5,000 soldiers was only dying and struggling for just one magic, and they were already slaughtered, and every dragon knight could hear the anger of the regiment leader, and he was extremely merciless.

The broken corpses were scattered all over the ground, the blood in the air was already so thick that it was disgusting, and the survivors of more than 100 towns in the ruins couldn't figure out the situation on the other side, and instinctively gathered together, absorbing little warmth while looking at the whistling figures and shivering.

"Report to the head of the regiment, the mission is complete."

A knight walked up to the leader, gave a standard military salute, and reported in a loud voice.

There was no expression visible under the dark mask, and the leader waved his hand faintly, and the knight immediately saluted and retreated behind him. Merging into a neat black wave, deathly silence, but exuding terrifying oppression.

The leader of the dragon knights flipped over lightly and jumped down from the dragon, and the black armor leaves rubbed into a soft crisp sound. With a fixed pace, he slowly walked up to the group of last survivors of Flashing Hope Town.

As he approached, everyone's expressions were different, some showed fear of his arrival, others showed hatred, but more of a dead numbness, the puppet generally lingered forever in the endless Shura field just experienced, until the flesh was shattered. Reaching out and taking off the full duplex helmet, revealing that handsome face, a deep iron blue flushed with ruddy skin, and there was no expression on the face.

He said lightly, more like a machine in a smooth narrative.

"The Imperial Army is a god, and I will bring the empire back on track by the orders of my king."

The surviving crowd on the other side, whether it was hatred, fear, or numbness, all looked up violently at the moment he spoke, stunned on the spot. The pitch-black armor leaves cast a dense shadow on their bodies, but their eyes gradually radiated a hopeful light in the shadows.

No one spoke, no one exclaimed, the legend of the gods, which existed almost only in circulation, faintly turned out from their memories for the first time, the black armor, the invincible force, the cold style, the dragon that looked hideous and terrifying.

Yes, it must be the patron saint of the empire, who came to save their people in the most desperate times.

The remnants of the people immediately settled their judgment, in the most desperate abyss, just a little hope that they would all crush wildly, there would be no doubt, the royal family had abandoned them, but the patron saint of the empire had been watching them, there was still hope, and they had not been abandoned.

Gradually, a pair of bright eyes exuded a bone-piercing fanaticism, no hatred, no fear, no numbness, all the crazy worship of looking down at the gods. All people, old and sick, struggled to get up from the ground, trying to put their appearance in order to show their best in front of God, and at this time of despair they were bathed in the only hope, and no one could tell how it felt.

But at this moment, they were more sincere than the faith of the Divine Court.

"Advance to Florence, the obstacles have been cleared, and you will be allowed to seek refuge in the imperial capital."

Bringing back the helmet, the voice that seemed colder and colder through the steel came from within, short and powerful, with the pressure of the superior, and could not be refused.

The surviving Shining Townsfolk walked out of a gray-haired old man, opened his mouth, looked at the dark figure that gradually turned back, and finally mustered up the courage to ask loudly.

"Your Excellency, please. What is your name? ”

“。。。 Revent! ”

The figure paused, left a cold word in place, stepped on the dragon and roared away in a gust of wind, and the silent troops behind him suddenly surged like a tidal wave, and countless pitch-black dragons rushed into the sky, and in an instant, the sun was completely obscured. The townsfolk looked at this shocking scene blankly, and without exception, they knelt down, their heads buried deep in the loess, and did not lift them for a long time.

It wasn't until the whole group of dragons was far away that people gradually stood upright, and a young man who was not very old hesitated for a long time, and finally asked the old man led by him suspiciously.

"Mayor Mare, Lord Thunderbolt's name is the same as the assassin who murdered the king a year ago, yes... Is it the same person. ”

I could see that the young man was a little afraid, and when he said that the voice behind him became smaller and smaller, and gradually returned to nothingness.

But the mayor in front of him turned around sharply and slapped him to the ground, the old and weak body couldn't help but tremble, and was supported by the crowd that came later, he gasped twice, and then scolded loudly.

"Shut up! You can't guess about adult things! I don't care who the adults are! Regardless of the adult's past, in this abandoned country, only the adult came to save us and smash the butcher's knife of the group of damned cubs in Sparta, as long as the adult is a member of the Trojan Empire, then he is the god of our regeneration!! Don't let me hear the same thing again, remember, only He saved us, and only He can save us! They are the gods of the Empire! ”

The mayor's mournful voice came out of the old body, echoing in the sky for a long time, and the young man, who was still a little unconvinced, gradually stood up, ran to the direction of the dragoon, knelt on the ground, knocked his head three times, and let the blood cross his face, and there was no doubt on his immature face, only a firm firmness.

And in the distant sky, the whistling madness swept coldly across the knight's body, and a gorgeous light-armored knight wearing a completely different armor from the standard armor controlled the mount and flew to the silent Thunder Strip, reaching out and taking off the mask-type helmet with a decorative effect far greater than the practical effect, revealing the handsome face of the old man.

"Dear friend, the method of pretending to be the Divine Legion can indeed eliminate the resistance of the people of the empire to the greatest extent and erect an image of omnipotence, but the fake is always fake, and when the time comes, you will really meet the real nobles of the empire, but it will be debunked at once."

Spat and foam, smoothing out the wind-blown hair, Shawshank said lazily.

"Fake? Then what is true. We are the only ones who save the empire when it is raging, and in their eyes we are the last guardian gods of the Divine Legion, and they are not in the mood to doubt like those big people, as long as someone gives them salvation in the most desperate time, they will return all their faith, which has nothing to do with identity. When the crowd is golden, no matter what evidence there is, we are all gods, and only we can be gods. ”

Even through the cold mask, you can hear the heavy mockery in Thunder's words. Shawshank grinned gracefully, and a gentlemanly applauded and praised.

"Best friend, you really have good means, those people are played with in the palm of your hand at will, I'm afraid that compared with the dead emperor on the mainland, Montgomery, who can see through people's hearts in legends, best friends are not far behind."

“。。。。”

Rayvet didn't answer, but was silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

“。。。 I am an imperial man. ”

Shawshank didn't say anything more, but a little inexplicable praise flashed in his eyes.

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In the embassy in Florence, the capital of the Empire, a loud noise came from inside the door, followed by the sound of tables and chairs collapsing, and an astonishing roar came from the room.

"Forty thousand people, a whole forty thousand elite soldiers of the empire died inexplicably in one town after another, and you still tell me that you don't know who the enemy is. Is the intelligence of the empire-eaten-eyed? ”

A feminine man sat in a gorgeous chair, the table in front of him had been completely shattered, slowly wiped the sawdust splashed on his body, and glanced at the tall man like a bear in front of him, a faint disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Lieutenant General Algernon, please pay attention to your words, all the armies have only lasted less than a magical hour, and even the fastest reinforcements see nothing but ruins. Speaking of incompetence, it seems that the Imperial War Department is more capable of taking on this title. ”

Adolf。。 You.. ”

Just as Lieutenant General Algernon, who was like a giant bear, was about to curse, suddenly a herald rushed in at a trot, and whispered in Adolf's ear, as if he did not see a lieutenant general standing opposite him.

Shengsheng turned Argernon's face white from pitch black, but he knew that this situation must not disturb the transmission of information, and no matter what actions in the empire delay the reporting of information, all of them will be punished for dereliction of duty, cut down the rank of three ranks, and the soldiers will be directly imprisoned. Even if Algernon was the commander of the operation, he did not dare to offend, and endured it.

The conflict between the War Department and the Intelligence Department has been going on for a long time, and every time the two departments win a battle, they naturally have to take the credit, and if they lose the battle, they shirk each other's responsibilities, and Liang Zi has been relieved in this way, but due to the iron laws and regulations of the empire, no one dares to make any small moves behind the scenes.

Just like now, Adolf knew that Algernon didn't dare to attack, so he listened more pleasantly, squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, adding fuel to the other party's explosive fire at this time, to disgust him, out of his mouth just now he actually ran to point his nose and scold his mother's evil anger.

But just as Adolf was halfway through the report, Adolf saw that Algernon's face was constantly changing color and smiling more and more happily, the soldier suddenly said the final analysis results of the intelligence department, and Adolf's beautiful smile froze on his face, and his body stood up violently, and the uncontrollable momentum blew the broken sawdust in front of him.

"Impossible!"

Also with the rank of lieutenant general, he was the polar opposite of the fiery Aljenon, and he could no longer maintain his composure and screamed.