Black armor, red cloak, and a cold black iron mask over his face......

There is no doubt that this figure that accidentally broke in was the [Slayer]!

"You're ......" Jamie's surprised gaze fell on the [Slayer] who suddenly appeared and helped him block the enemy's blow.

"What does this guy want to do?" Although the misunderstanding between the two legions of [Slayer] and [Angel] has been largely resolved, there are some small details that still make Jamie a little worried, for example, it is difficult to explain why the murderer of the Duke used Gilgaya's tricks, so Jamie still showed a slight vigilance against the [Slayer] who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You're Colonel Jamie Dillas, aren't you?" [The Slayer]'s voice slowly came into Jamie's ears with a faint and cold sense of unreality, "You seem to have a very special injury, the flow of soul power seems to be hindered a lot, but you forcibly connect them, such a battle will make you miserable, and it will reduce your own lifespan......"

"Are you ......" Jamie's pupils widened suddenly, and she looked at the [Slayer] in front of her in disbelief, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "Who are you? You're Gilgaia? Gilgaia, right?"

"I'm not Gilgaia. [Slayer] shook his head slightly, rejecting Jamie's statement, "I'm barely half a healing mage, from your previous battle with the general, I can already see some clues, I can probably guess some of your injuries, the problem should be the soul network used to convey soul power, right?"

"......" Hearing the other party say that he was not Gilgaya, Jamie's eyes dimmed, he slowly put down the black iron heavy sword in front of him, and didn't even listen to what the other party said later, he just said lightly to the [Slaughterer], "Thank you for blocking the enemy's blow for me", and then silently turned to the other side of the fierce battle.

"Give yourself a little rest, your soul power has been barely used for a long time, if you don't want to be able to use it again, let yourself stop......" [Slayer] couldn't hear any emotion in his voice through the black iron mask, but he could still faintly feel the helplessness in his words.

"Thank you! I'm not tired, I can still fight!" replied Jamie mechanically, but the water elemental around her condensed again, turning into a giant dragon that snaked upward, roaring at the oncoming Imperial army, and the last sound was drowned out by the furious roar of the water dragon......

"Hey, hey, hey, this is too much to take Lao Tzu seriously, right?" Mondor plucked his ears impatiently, with a look of disgust, "Talking nonsense in front of me, I don't have that much patience to listen to you talk about such boring things?"

"I'm sorry! I'm done talking to him!" [The Slayer] turned his head slowly, his cold mask couldn't see his expression at all, and of course there was no emotion in that illusory voice, "I'll be your opponent next, right? You seem to be looking for a better opponent? Do you think I'm suitable?"

"Indeed, you can block my full blow, it's kind of interesting!" Mondor touched his chin covered with cyan stubble, as if carefully looking at the guy in front of him who was hidden by the cold mask, "But I still prefer to choose my own prey......"

"It's a shame to say that!" [The Slayer] tilted his head slightly, his eyes swirling with two sockets of scarlet light, staring coldly at Mondol with an indescribable oppression.

"What is a pity?!" Mondol's fleshy face furrowed, clearly not understanding what the Slayer meant.

"It's a pity that if you don't defeat me today, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to pick your favorite prey?!"

"Interesting, interesting, you are even more arrogant than you imagined......" Mondol raised one foot and slammed it down, his tense muscles swelled and bulged again, and the endless soul power and the most primitive power rolled under his crimson skin, erupting with amazing pressure, "The [Slaughterer] also dares to speak openly in front of Lao Tzu, report your name......"

"That's ......" In the face of Mondor's sudden pressure, [Slayer] slowly faded his black iron mask, revealing a rather delicate and calm face, with messy short purple hair flying in the wind, and sharp eyes like a pair of sharp swords, "My name is Michel Gula, and I have the No. 2 number in [Slayer]. ”

"Michel Gula No.2 number? So...... Does that mean you have the second best strength in the Slayer?" Mondol's muffled voice suddenly raised a few points, and the corners of his grinning mouth gradually spread with some obvious fanaticism, "Does it seem interesting!?"

"Unfortunately, you misunderstood, No.2 doesn't mean I'm the second-ranked strength in [Slayer], the number of Legion Commanders is No.0, so No.2 ranks third among all [Slayers]. Michel Gula explained earnestly.

"The third one?" Mondor squinted slightly, and began to laugh arrogantly, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was careless, I ignored your existence before, and our fight should be very pleasant!?"

The sunlight had become clear and translucent at the moment, and beams of pale golden light pierced through the thin clouds and projected straight onto the vast land, bringing a hint of warmth to the cold air of early winter. The breeze blowing from the distant sea level is mixed with the cool and refreshing smell of the sea, and the air is mixed with a wet and salty smell.

Karthas still looked down indifferently into the distance, the smoke, flames, and soul power surging in the distance, the roars, shouts, and roars were faintly entangled in the morning breeze, but there was no expression or emotion on his glacial indifferent countenance, he was like a god mansion overlooking the world, with a sympathy, like a bystander, silently watching the withering of life one after another, unmoved.

"In the end, there is still no way to stop you!" the old soldier slowly walked to Karthas's side, standing side by side with him looking at the battlefield in the distance, his face full of regret, "Do you have to use war to solve the problem?"

"War is the only real solution to the problem, isn't it?!" Karthas said expressionlessly, a trivial light flashing in his long narrow eyes, like a vortex gradually forming under his eyes, "Moreover, all the preparations have been completed, do I have any other choice?!"

"Without the order of the Rear Admiral on this battleship, who would dare to act rashly?" the old man frowned, with a sad look in his eyebrows, "I know your past, Oslan destroyed your former homeland, so you hate this country......"

"Do you hate this land? I do hate this land, and I hate the people who live in it. But...... If I say that what is happening now is actually what the superior means......" Karthas suddenly turned his head and quietly looked at the old man who looked a little sad, "will you believe it?"

"You mean the National Committee?" the old man's face was slightly moved, and his small but deep eyes looked directly at Karthas, as if he wanted to see through the cold young man in front of him completely, "Or is it Count Begel?"

"Is there a difference?" asked Karthas, smiling contemptuously.

The old man smiled helplessly, sighed softly for a long time, the sad look on his face gradually faded, he refocused his gaze on the battlefield in the distance, and an imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes, "So how sure can the major general be in this battle?"

"It's never me who can strategize......" Karthas's eyes flickered, looking a little sad, but it was obviously not the same thing as what the old man was sad about, "We are all just pawns of the superior, and throughout the whole chess game, sometimes the superior wants ...... But it may not be a victory, at least not the victory in front of you......"

"What does the Major General mean......" The old man suddenly noticed a flash of sadness in Karthas's eyes, and his eyes suddenly flashed with vigilance and fear, "The purpose of that superior is not to win the Battle of Neptune? That's why the National Committee didn't give any orders to the Major General......?"

"Well, maybe?" Karthas slowly closed his eyes, his voice gradually returning to his previous indifference, and at some point this strange thought had been breeding in his heart, but he still did not choose to disobey the man's orders, perhaps out of trust in him, or perhaps out of instinctive fear.

"But, why is it ......" The old man suddenly seemed to understand the sadness in the young major general's heart, and there was a faint unbearability in his eyes.

"Because of my hatred for Oslan, perhaps he saw through me, and even designed a perfect plan for me, so that I had to attack Oslan......" Karthas sneered slightly, "Look, haven't we succeeded in opening the door to Oslan?"

"And what about after opening the gates?" On the battlefield filled with gunpowder in the distance, due to the alliance of [Angel] and [Slayer], Bhakda's Imperial Army has shown a decline, and in the face of powerful and angry enemies, they are gradually being cornered, and the final defeat is only a matter of time......

"The successful separation of the two armies in Osland is the first part of the whole plan, and it does not seem to have been done very smoothly now, but the so-called perfect plan naturally has measures for any contingencies, and this is the second part of the whole plan, and it is hidden under our feet......"