Before Gassel's barrier was broken, Lanmuir actually had a premonition.

Over the years, he had reminded the temple countless times that the demon king in the abyss was not dead. Unfortunately, the elders saw this as a means for the Holy Monarch to threaten them.

Lanmuir didn't bother to count on this group of people who were rotten from brain to heart. He sent mages to strengthen the border defenses, requiring that every city near the Barrier Cliff be covered with miasma-purifying spells and defensive circles.

At that time, many generals and ministers felt that His Majesty was too cautious, the demons had not been able to climb out for decades, and it was worth spending such a huge amount of manpower and material resources on a small border town?

Until the early autumn of the year 898, the Gassel barrier was broken by the Demon King's breath, and the miasma overflowed. If it weren't for the purification spell that the Holy Monarch insisted on setting up in the border city back then, the consequences would be unimaginable.

On that day, countless city residents looked up and watched the escaping miasma slowly dissipate under the purification spell, and tears welled up in their eyes. "Mother God Bless ......"

But the purification spell can't stop the demon army from moving forward. Dusk Yao saw through the fortifications of the cities along the way, and led the army directly into the royal city, and in just five days, he broke through the two defense lines of the human race one after another, and the momentum was like a bamboo.

On the sixth day, the wildebeest cavalry of the demon clan and the elite army of humans had their first large-scale battle in the plains. The kingdom's bravest general, Grand General Gnard, is ordered by the Holy Monarch to lead the Knights of the Protector to defeat the invading demons.

But it was only a day's errand.

On the seventh day, all the Terran knights saw the king of the demon race with their own eyes.

The demon was unexpectedly young, but the evil aura around him was chilling. He sat upright on his horned horse, tilted his head in a contemptuous look, and pointed his spear at General Gnard to fight him alone.

In the blink of an eye, the blades intersected, and the light of mana and the fire of demonic breath scorched the earth into vertical and horizontal seals. In the midst of the Demon King's unbridled laughter, Gnard was picked off his horse. The Knights of the Protector were all frightened, and it didn't last long before they were completely defeated, and countless people became captives of the demons.

At dawn between the seventh and eighth days, St. Ranmuir went to the front in person.

The day has come.

The Broken Horn Demon King finally waited for the enemy he had been thinking about for seven years.

The Holy Monarch rode towards him, a slender Cross Sword of Light in his hand, long dark gold hair tied up, and a snow-silver cloak dancing in the morning light.

I can't help but be distracted.

The White Horse of the Holy Monarch stopped in front of the two armies.

The general who guarded Lanmuir's side was Guernard's lieutenant.

The first thing he saw was Gnad tied up and pressed to the ground, and he cried out in grief

Voice: "General!"

General Gnard was ashamed: "Your Majesty...... I'm ashamed of Your Majesty!"

Lanmuir shook his head silently. He lightly clamped the horse's belly and walked forward some distance alone, looking at the Broken Horn Demon King from afar.

"…… The Demon King from the Abyss. "

He said, "Please don't hurt my people."

Dusk laughed slowly.

The irritability and depression accumulated in the past few days have miraculously been swept away. He shouted, "Lanmuir."

This kind of affectionate call by name made Lanmuir stunned for a moment: "...... Do you recognize me?"

Dusk said lazily: "Turning to ashes is also recognized."

Saying something big, Lanmuir held the reins and thought to himself: I don't have to turn into ashes, you won't recognize me if I turn into a bad demon.

The demon soldiers had just tied up the human captives and pressed them to the front of the battle, and the appearance of the Holy Monarch made them excited again, shouting to kill them. "He is the king of men!" "It's a cheap pig!" "Kill him!" "Skinning him and cramping!"...

As soon as Faint raised the spear in his hand, the group of fellows reluctantly quieted down.

"If you feel sorry for your people, you can exchange yourself for them." The Demon King seemed to be smiling.

Lanmuir was silent for a moment, showed a sad look, and said softly: "But if I now exchange myself for them, how will I protect the thousands of people behind me?"

The next moment, the figure of the Holy Monarch suddenly disappeared from the white horse.

Dizzy's scalp was numb, and he instinctively drew his sword to block it, only to see the blade of the Light Cross Sword hit straight ahead, followed by a piercing sound of metal colliding!

Bell ——

This blow instantly made all the blood in Faint's body boil. But then, his enemies retreated from front of him, and the Demon King suddenly heard an exclamation from the army behind him.

When he turned around, he saw a demon soldier being pulled by the invisible majestic mana and flying out, accompanied by a wail, and fell heavily in front of the human army!

The human soldiers immediately rushed forward and pinned down the demon with spears and chains. The Holy Monarch said, "Exchange my people for your people."

Dizzy couldn't believe it!

To be honest, he did underestimate the enemy just now. After all, His Majesty was beautiful, quiet and melancholy, and the end of his words was so soft that it didn't look like he had come to war, if you didn't look at it

Dressed in a light armor sword, he looks like a lobbyist seeking peace, which is completely different from his imagination.

But even if there is a careless element, the demon king didn't expect that there is still a person in the world who has the ability to capture his soldiers under his nose.

It's simply.... Shame!

"My king, the demon clan is not a cheap pig who is greedy for life and afraid of death!" The demon soldier had red eyes and struggled desperately, "Slaughter the human pigs and show them!"

Opposite, Gnard will

The army could no longer bear it anymore and shouted: "Phew! Human bones are harder than your demons—— Your Majesty, leave us alone and kill the demons!"

With a thud, the heavy iron spear was plunged into the ground by the Demon King.

Very good. Faint Yin Owl Road, very good...... Saint, come here. Ranmuir didn't even ride a horse, and was about to pass over.

The lieutenant general's soul was scattered, and he hurriedly stopped: "Your Majesty, you can't go!" The demons are cold-blooded and ruthless, and cannibalism is commonplace, even if they capture the demon captives, they probably don't care at all......

Lanmuir was unmoved. Looking at the opposite side again, the Demon King also dismounted and walked towards the Holy Monarch alone.

"Your Majesty, no!"

"My king, ignore him!"

At this moment, the captives on both sides were stunned, a demon clan, a human race, actually shouted at the opposite side with a red face and a thick neck.

A cold-blooded and ruthless demon?

A cheap pig who is greedy for life and afraid of death?

Ranmuir's chest ached suddenly. We're so similar, aren't we?

It was his powerlessness that he couldn't find the way to redeem his hatred before the war broke out. Those who died, the good people who were displaced...... He is to blame.

Lanmuir stared at the demon king in front of him. They stopped at the same time when they were only three steps away from each other, this time without any disguise or barrier.

Only the morning breeze whipped their hair.

Is there still room for peace talks?

Ranmuir asked this sentence by surprise.

He thought he was about to be met with merciless sarcasm, but the demon king laughed nonchalantly and said, "Not now." "When, then?"

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Now the human soldiers are going crazy. It was too far away for them to hear what the Demon King was saying, but it was their beloved Holy Monarch, the Divine Son who had been spotless for more than 20 years, how could he be so bullied by the Demon for more than 20 years!?

Immediately, someone set up a bow and arrow, but heard the Holy Monarch shout coldly: "Don't act rashly!"

At the same time, Lanmuir grabbed the Demon King's wrist, his eyes lit up, and he pressed the claw down with a little force. Dim Yao squinted, and his backhand also clasped the Holy Monarch's wrist, exerting force in reverse.

A wave swung around them. Crackling, the surface of the ground suddenly cracked into a turtle pattern!

It was a silent battle. The purest mana and the purest demonic breath collided between the interlocking palms of the Holy Monarch and the Demon King. Their jaws shed blood at the same time.

The strength of you and me is very different from that of our respective people.

Lanmuir whispered, "Your strength is completely capable of slaughtering hundreds or thousands of Terran soldiers at will, and I can do the same to the demons.

So?

"Why don't you and I fight separately and not hurt each other's soldiers on the battlefield?"

The Demon King looked at the Holy Monarch for a long time, and then smiled again. He said, "Yes."

Tick, tick...... Their blood is shedding more and more.

Forcibly compressing such two powerful and opposing forces to fight between the palms is an extremely crazy move in itself. But no one has any intention of ending this wrestling.

And Ranmuir said, "Let my people go free."

If you want to exchange prisoners, you can only exchange them one by one.

"It's a pity that you just made a promise to me that you won't be able to do anything to my warriors in the future. What do you say, Holy Monarch?

Redeem......

"Don't talk about ransom."

Ranmuir seemed to come to his senses, and he lowered his voice: "I can trade myself for it, but not now."

The Demon King raised his eyes in surprise. But that gaze immediately turned to playfulness. "When, then?"

Lan Muir said lightly: When the demon army retreats into the abyss. "Hahaha!" Faint Shine looked up and laughed.

He finally took the lead in retracting the magic breath, and the opposite side immediately withdrew his mana.

This Holy Monarch is really bright, it can be said that the light is too bright, the Demon King thought to himself amusedly. But it's good, and it makes him more able to catch the abyss

to the fullest urge to destroy and revenge.

- Until this time, the Demon King thought that what the Holy Monarch had just said about "exchanging himself" was just a polite threat. With the latter sentence, it must mean "I will beat your demons to the ground and roll them back into the abyss".

Before letting go, Faint Yao pinched the Saint's bleeding wrist with his pointed nails. But I heard the soft voice at the end of the word, and said very seriously:

Until then, please don't hurt my people.

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On this day, the armies of the demons and the human race only fought tentatively. In the afternoon, the latter was the first to retreat, and the former was careful not to pursue.

After the Holy Monarch himself broke off, he collected the defeated army and refugees scattered along the way, and retreated to the royal city. Prince Aiden had already done it in advance as his brother had ordered

The arrangement of defending the city is to close the city gate before the arrival of the demon army.

The demons are in too much of a hurry, and the deployment of troops in various places can't keep up at all, and this is already the most rapid response.

After returning to the city, the first thing the Holy Monarch did was to ask Prince Aiden, who came to greet him, in a cold voice: "The prophet elder of the Temple of Light, have you been imprisoned?