The soft light of the morning carries a warm breath, embracing the cold and bleak wasteland of the Far North.

However......

Under the vibrant morning sun, the killing continues......

"Weak, weak, really too weak......" Mondor roared wildly as he lifted the two nearest Oslan civilians up with one hand, and then slammed their heads together and turned into a pile of mud, "It's really boring!"

His figure rampaged through the crowd, like a violent beast of war, cruel, bloody, without mercy and fearlessness, unscrupulously abusing and trampling on those fragile lives, hot blood and desperate wails like beautiful poppies, constantly stimulating his nerves and causing him to enter a state of increasingly distorted euphoria.

The simplest straight punches, leg sweeps, and head hammers, each rough attack was accompanied by a tsunami-like turbulence of soul power, and the transparent ripples that spread out could always splash a large area of hideous blood rain and miserable moans, and those seemingly strong iron rods and blades were like thin pieces of paper in front of him, not only could not cause any damage to him, but were easily torn apart by Mondor.

Even though Mondol was as unstoppable as a violent beast, the angry civilians still surged fearlessly like the tide of the sea, and they did not want to back down in the slightest, and they rushed towards the beast one by one, their round eyes filled with flaming hatred and unyielding, and even at the last moment of their lives, they would still use all their strength to shout "Long live Osland", a barrier of flesh and blood that was fragile but unbreakable.

"Just hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer......" A swaying figure roared intermittently, his body had been stabbed out of countless blood holes by the chaotic sword, and his whole body was soaked in scarlet, but before his consciousness completely disappeared, he was still firm in his beliefs, his gaze fell expectantly on the back of their flesh and blood, the center of the city of Osland, "The [Angel] Legion will be coming soon, everyone, don't give up......"

"We'll have hopeful ......"

"Rush forward, everyone, and drive the enemy out of the territory of Oslan!"

More shouts came and went, shattered, bloody, but fearless, and the haughty and loud voices echoed clearly beneath the clear blue sky of Neptune......

These are the people of Osland......

This is the warrior of Osland......

They built an impenetrable fortress with blood and corpses, firmly holding the enemy at the outermost perimeter of Neptune.

The sound of rapid footsteps in the distance is getting closer and heavier......

The bleak morning breeze carried the smell of blood, the loud and unyielding roar resounded through the valley, and the faces of each [Angel] soldier showed a complex expression of shock, sadness, and hatred, and an unimaginable sight appeared in their pupils.

It's not so much a war as a real massacre, a horrific massacre......

The tragedy is no longer enough to describe the scene in front of us, tears cannot dilute the blood on the ground, and the sounds of heaven cannot comfort these departed souls......

"Ah......h

Only a tooth for a tooth......

Jamie felt as if she was wading through a mire dream, struggling to recover from a mire and then sinking into a deeper, thicker mire, a nightmare that seemed so long that it seemed to have no end to it......

"Kill ......" Jiami's voice was a little trembling, a little slurred, tears had already welled up in his eyes, and there was more sadness or hatred in his heart, which had long been indistinguishable, if this was really a nightmare, then he just wanted to smash it with his own hands at the moment, and smash it fiercely!

"Kill !!"

"Kill !!"

“......”

In response to him were a group of high-spirited Angel soldiers, their chests swelling with blazing fire, burning their internal organs, their galloping sound like an earthquake, like thunder, like a torrent, unstoppable, with sadness, with anger, with hatred......

"Finally there ......" Mondor slowly straightened up, looking at the surging silver wave, his eyes gradually condensed with hideous pleasure, "Interesting guy!?"

The [Black Knights] who had been hovering on the edge of the battlefield had solemn expressions, they had no intention of killing civilians, nor could they stop Mondor, they could only watch as indifferent bystanders, facing the [Angel] legion that finally arrived on the battlefield, their eyes invariably fell on the person who led them.

"It's us...... Lost!" The heavy locomotive under his crotch still roared dullly, but tears of despair were on his face, "This will be a battle of consolation, and Bakda has already lost this war when he killed the first Oslan civilian......"

The [Angel] soldiers poured out like a torrent of anger, and rushed into the battlefield that was gradually buried by blood and corpses without hesitation, and they waved the sharp blades in their hands, frantically slashing every enemy they saw, their attacks were swift and fierce, with the murderous aura of an avenger......

Before Bhakda's imperial army could react from the situation that had turned around in an instant, the swarm-like spears pierced the bewildering blood mist in front of them one after another, and the extremely cold faces suddenly appeared, with a hellish and terrifying aura, harvesting the terrified souls without hesitation, like a group of divine soldiers descending from the sky, ordered to strangle the devils who did many evils.

The Slayers also weaved through the flow of people, their agile figures flickering like ghosts, flickering with unmistakable precision in the flickering cold light to plunder the lives of one Imperial Army after another.

After the reinforcements arrived, the morale of the civilians who had been routing before suddenly rose several times over, and they followed in the footsteps of the [Angels] and [Slayers] to make up for the Imperial troops that were not completely dead in time.

The arrival of the Angel and the Slayer turned the tide of the battle in an instant......

"Interesting, funny, really funny!" Mondol still laughed wildly in the face of the enemies that kept coming like a torrent, he slowly stretched out his legs, the muscles of his whole body gradually tightened, and the air flow that rotated around his body under the steady horse step exuded a fierce and pressing momentum, a kind of earth-destroying violent soul power was condensed and compressed, gradually forming an indescribable sense of oppression, as if all the air within a radius of a hundred miles around him was withdrawn in an instant, making people have a kind of despair that was on the verge of suffocation, "Come on, let's make the fight more violent!"

Even the remnants of the nearby Bhakda Imperial Army had to retreat one after another, and the [Angel] soldiers on the opposite side could not withstand this powerful momentum that was approaching, and collapsed in an instant, and more people looked at each other in horror and helplessness.

Fleeing, even if they can turn around and run at this moment, what are the chances of escaping this desperate fear of death coming, everyone's expressions are extremely nervous, and the blades in their hands tremble at Mondor, but they actually know very well that this is not helpful at all, at most it is just a useless struggle before they die.

"It's decided!" Mondol's arrogant laughter came to an abrupt end, and his long-standing right fist suddenly exerted force, and his entire body instantly turned into a red lightning bolt, rushing into the surging [Angel] legion, his target firmly locked on Jamie not far away, "You are the first!"

The right fist of the attack flashed with condensed violent soul power, like a dazzling golden light bursting from the crowd, and for a brief moment, the heaven and earth were completely silent, as if all the sounds were instantly swallowed up by an invisible black hole, wailing, shouting, roaring, Cursing, even the sound of the explosion of the violent force that could tear the heavens and the earth was swallowed up, and in the blinding golden light, the rubble and dust that shook and flew up from the ground could be seen floating in the air at a slow speed.

The furious soul power spread out in all directions with Mondol as the center, the ground beneath his feet was slowly cracking into countless dense cracks, his cruel and cold smile froze on his fleshy face, and his crimson skin looked like a bloody demon in the golden light.

The surging hostility and soul power made Jamie slightly stunned, he hurriedly adjusted his body, and quickly pulled out the black iron heavy sword that pierced through the chest of an imperial soldier, and laid it across in front of him, and the surrounding water elementals began to condense rapidly towards this sword, and he was accumulating enough strength to resist Mondol's punch attack......

However......

At that moment, a black shadow fell, and the world fell into a dead silence......

After a short period of dead silence, there was a huge explosion that shook the earth, and the explosion drowned out all the other miscellaneous sounds, as if a huge meteorite slammed into the ground, and the surging golden light expanded in an instant to cover the entire battlefield, almost depriving everyone of their sight, but the wild and presumptuous soul power seemed to be wrapped in some kind of force, and then suppressed and did not break out......

As the dazzling golden light faded away, at the end of Mondor's vision, the heavens and the earth began to gather again, and a tall, slender black figure stood silently between heaven and earth, the red cloak on his body tumbling wantonly in the violent storm, and he suddenly appeared in the middle of Jamie and Mondor.