The blizzard gradually stopped, and Neptune was still white and snowy at night, with a deep gloom in the silence, but even if it was covered by thick frost, you could still feel the strong metal smell of the whole city, and this city, known as the Gate of Osland, was actually more like a hard and cold military base or a war fortress. Standing in the wind and snow for thousands of years, the vicissitudes of time have left indelible marks on its body, but also make it even more legendary and charming.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of "rumbling" on the ground, and in the endless darkness, it seemed that some kind of huge creature was gradually approaching this ice-covered steel city at a thunderous speed, and the high-frequency footsteps were like dense drumbeats, hitting everyone's hearts heavily, and a sense of urgency gradually hit their hearts.

On the towering city wall, a young man wrapped in a wide and thick cashmere cloak looked at the other side of the "drum", and couldn't help frowning, he was the youngest colonel in the [Angel] legion, and also one of the lieutenants of the [Angel] commander - Colonel Jamie Diryas. He slowly took out the delicately carved gold pocket watch from his cloak, looked at the time, turned to the soldier-like man beside him, and ordered, "Inform the guards of the city gate, pull up the city gate, it seems that the guests have come earlier than expected!"

"Yes!" replied the soldier respectfully, turning to leave.

"Wait!" Jamie hesitated, but stopped the soldiers who were about to leave, and said a little helplessly, "Go and inform the Duke that the identity of the person who has come may need to be greeted by him personally." ”

"Yes!" the soldier hurriedly left.

"Is that legion even dispatched?" an old voice came from not far away, and a slightly hunched old man walked slowly wrapped in a thick trench coat. Although his face looked old and withered, his walking steps were still quite steady, and his narrow eyes shone with a sharp light like an eagle's vulture, followed by an alarming and dangerous aura, the kind of coercion that had slowly condensed in countless wars and killings, as if an invisible magnetic field enveloped him.

"Boss Tasura!" Jamie bowed slightly, he was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the old man, nor was he overwhelmed by the coercion that came in vain, but greeted the old man very politely, "It's so late, you haven't rested yet?"

"I'm old, I can't sleep well. The old man known as Tashura shook his head slightly, and said with a little regret, "I wake up naturally with a little bit of trouble, not to mention that we are in an extraordinary period of stalemate with the Bacda Empire, how can we sleep peacefully in this steel fortress near the enemy country?"

"yes, I can even smell gunsmoke in the air in Neptune......" Jamie's expression looked a little sad and a little helpless, the cold night wind blew his already cold face more vividly, and his three-dimensional and delicate features were tinged with a faint frost color, "[Slayer]...... It is said to be a legion that brings endless slaughter and death......"

"It's been a long time since I've heard this name, so long that I've almost forgotten it exists......" Tashura stopped beside Jamie, leaned against the mottled city wall, took out a box of paper cigarettes from the inner pocket of his trench coat with one hand, and smoked two of them, one was handed to Jamie, and the other was naturally held in his mouth, a crisp snap of his fingers, a bewitching flame ignited at his fingertips, lighting up the cigarette, "It seems that the empire is determined to win the Eldas Mountains!"

"Yes, the United Empire of Bacdad doesn't seem to have any intention of backing down?!" Jamie took a deep puff of her cigarette, slowly exhaled the white smoke ring, and watched it drift quietly in the wind, drifting farther and thinner, and finally completely disappearing under the cold night sky, "I'm afraid this war can't be avoided?!"

"Perhaps!" said Tashura with a solemn face, "there has been no war for more than two hundred years, and since the seven great kingdoms were officially merged into the United Empire of Bhakda, the three empires have balanced each other, and each has dominated one side. No one wants to be the first to be the target of public criticism! But this meteorite incident is like a trap deliberately set by someone, and it has successfully provoked the contradiction between Oslan and Bhakda. ”

"The predecessor just said that there has not been a war for more than two hundred years?" Jamie turned his head to look at the old man with a calm face on the side in confusion, "If I remember correctly, there was a kingdom named Bogur on the continent sixteen years ago, isn't its fall a war?"

"Oh?" Thaura looked surprised, he turned his head to meet Jamie's puzzled eyes, his eyes flashing with a strange light, "You still know about Bogul?"

"Well, I heard a friend from the military department mention it a few years ago, this matter has blocked the news from the outside world, it seems that there are some taboos, I heard that Bogur is a vassal of Osland, how can it be ...... in an instant" Jamie looked at Tarsura's strange eyes, and asked tentatively, "Do you know the reasons and details of this?"

"A little bit of it. Tashura was silent for a moment, his countenance slowly recovering from the shock at first, "The Bogur incident cannot be counted as a war to be precise, because it is not the armies of any country that have destroyed it. ”

"No army involved?" Jamie was visibly confused, "and how did it fall? a runaway riot of Warcraft, or a devastating natural disaster?"

"No, it's not a monster or a natural disaster, Bogur was originally a vassal state of Oslan, and it was Oslan who destroyed it......" Tashura slowly lowered his head, as if he fell into a long contemplation, and after a long time, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the chaotic and dark distance with a faint gaze, Jamie didn't know where his gaze was, only that there seemed to be a hidden sadness in his eyes looking into the distance, "The Holy Cult of Cesslia has landed on that beautiful island country......"

"The Holy Cult of Cessliya?" Jamie was also taken aback, "It was the Holy Cult of Cesslia that destroyed that country?"

Tarshura nodded silently.

"But why would the Holy Cult of Cesslia ...... the Empire's vassals? And the Holy Sect is not ......" Jamie suddenly didn't know how to describe the somewhat confused thoughts at the moment, and he talked for a long time, but he couldn't find the point at all.

"Blasphemy!" Tshura turned her head slowly, her cold gaze falling back on Jammy, "they tried the island nation for blasphemy, and they defined that incident as a holy catastrophe. ”

"Holy calamity?" Jamie whispered, repeating Tarsula's words.

Yes, as it literally says, God came down to earth to punish sinners for the calamities they cause. Tashura said slowly.

At that moment, the dull beat of drums in the air grew clearer and louder, faintly mixed with a hoarse and low roar, and the vibrations from the ground were clearly transmitted to Jami and Tsaura through the steep walls. The two looked at each other.

"It's almost time to greet our guests...... Tasura, snuffing out the cigarette butt in her hand and turning towards the staircase of the city wall.

Jamie was still in place, perhaps the frost and snow condensed on his eyelashes made his vision change slightly, and the moment Tashura turned around, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, if there was a smile, but with an extraordinarily sharp chill......

Huge and hideous monsters, spitting white mist, galloped towards the approaching city of steel, like brown lightning bolts, these leopard-like agile creatures have the size of adult elephants, they are the exclusive mounts of the [Slayer] Legion, [Wind Gallop]. The warriors they carried on their broad waists were all draped in black iron masks, revealing only a pair of dark and deep eyes that shimmered in the night light. The black armor on their bodies had a faint halo circulating in the night, and the red cloak behind them rolled rapidly in the air, like dragging a long flame, if your eyesight was good enough, you might be able to see two knightly swords embroidered on the cloak, the sword body was slender, and the silver blade looked thin and sharp, which was the military emblem belonging to the [Slayer] legion, the symbol of the [Slayer].

However, the rumbling of the ground is not just due to the dense [wind gallop] speeding in the night. As the rumbling sound of the vibration continued to get closer, a huge black monster appeared faintly under the night sky, the size of an adult elephant [Wind Gallop] in front of it was like a newborn kitten, it was placed on a steel cart equipped with tracks, and twenty [Wind Gallop] pulled the steel cart forward at the same time, the ground they traveled on collapsed deeply, and countless cracks cracked from the bottom of the rut.

The huge object on the steel cart could not see its specific outline, like some huge creature curled up tightly into a mass and sleeping, but there was not a drop of life under its huge body. There was no turbid breath, no scorching temperature, not even the beating of a living creature's heart, and there was some kind of terrifying death aura lingering under its cold and hard exterior, just casually looking at it twice, there was an illusion of being in the abyss, the chill that came to the face was chilling down the spine, and it was creepy.

"Oh my God, what kind of monsters are these guys?" Seeing a group of approaching monsters under the walls, even figures like Tashura and Jamie, who were in the upper echelons of the military department, couldn't be completely calm. They have been able to climb to their current status in the military department, and they have naturally seen many terrible things and experienced many bloody scenes, and they are confident that they can face any unbelievable picture. But at this moment, this group of hideous monsters shrouded in cold masks, riding on the size of elephants, and the approaching guys actually gave birth to an extreme sense of oppression, and in their slightly trembling pupils, they seemed to be a group of grim gods holding pitch-black scythes, wearing long black robes, and their faces shrouded in hoods.

"They are the Grim Reaper who have returned from hell, and their appearance represents war, killing, and death. A cold voice came faintly from behind Jamie and Tasura, dressed in a clean and neat pure white military uniform, with long slender waist-length silver hair, and a handsome face like a jade carefully carved by the world's top artists, crystal clear with indifference that puts people thousands of miles away, and the dark blue pupils condensed with the lingering cold of the abyss, he is the lord of Neptune City, and he is also the supreme commander of the Legion stationed in this steel city, codenamed [Angel], and the brother of the Emperor of Osland. Cesslia!

"It seems that the negotiations with Bakda are not going very well?!Even the [Slayer] has been dispatched, and together with the ancient magic legion [Brilliant], it is known as the highest force of the Oslan Empire, it seems that our great emperor is really angry this time?" A woman slowly walked out behind Ceslia, her slightly powdered face looked soft and bewitching, her black hair like a waterfall hung down to her knees, her blue pupils were like two gems inlaid in her narrow eyes, flashing with a breathtaking luster, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, it was clearly a very charming smile, but it revealed a killing intent.

"Perhaps......" Tron Ceslia whispered, but his fierce gaze never left the approaching monsters in front of him.

In the short time that the two of them were talking, the hideous monsters carrying the Grim Reapers' Gods had already arrived in the city, and looking at these [Wind Gallops] up close still made the two lieutenants a little uncomfortable, those deep and cold turquoise eyes, sharp interlaced teeth and low roars seemed to open their bloody mouths and bite their throats at any time, and the most important thing was that the breath that came out of their cracked mouths carried the smell of rotting corpses and the thick breath of death, which was terrifying and faintly disgusting.

The Grim Reaper jumped from the monster more than two meters high, and the [Slayer] led by him was not wearing an iron mask, but the upturned hood still blocked most of his appearance, and his delicate jaw and sexy lips could occasionally be seen as his footsteps rose and fell.

"Lord Duke, long time no see!" he paused in front of Tron Ceslia, his right hand resting on his left chest and bowing slightly, his voice sounding low and hoarse, without any emotional ups and downs, with a hollow coldness.

"It's been a hard work, to get here overnight from the holy capital of Heratium. Tron Ceslia glanced at the man in front of him who was shrouded in the shadow of the hood, and smiled slightly, his expression was uninhibited and indifferent, "It seems that the emperor has some scruples about that Bakda, who is only three hundred years old?"

"Acting on orders, there is no hard work. The [Slayer] casually took a sealed scroll from his waist and handed it to Tron Cesliya, "This is what His Majesty entrusted to his subordinates before leaving, and His Majesty ordered that our [Slayer] legion will temporarily settle in the city of Neptune until the barrier with the neighboring United Empire of Bacda is removed, and there is also a [Wind Wing] with him. ”

"[Wind Wing]?" Tron Ceslia shifted his gaze to the huge monster behind him, his eyes tightened, "The battle is really big, is Your Majesty worried that I won't be able to hold this steel city?"

"Lord Duke laughed, Neptune is personally guarded by you as the commander of the [Angel] legion, how can you have any worries?" [Slayer] replied respectfully.

"Then Your Majesty dispatched the [Slayer] Legion overnight, and even brought [Wind Wings] to cheer for our [Angel] Legion?" Tron Ceslia looked directly at the [Slayer], and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Your Majesty does not want to have any quarrel with Bhakda at this time. The [Slayer] still replied calmly and calmly, "If there is a conflict in the end, then Your Majesty wants to end the war in the shortest possible time." Bhakda's provocation of state-of-the-art technology, and his claim to possess a new type of weapon comparable to that of a powerful army of magicians, has become quite obvious to us in Oslan, and if necessary, His Majesty wants the whole world to know that their arrogance is just a joke. ”

"So...... There's a Legion Leader!" Tron Ceslia took the scroll and bowed his head slightly, "It's not too early, the Legion Captain is tired, so let's rest early!"

After saying this, Tron Cesslia turned and walked towards the city gate, and after walking a few steps, he turned back to the two lieutenants and ordered, "By the way, these people will work for you to settle down, and the big thing is far away from my dormitory, I don't like things that smell of killing blood." ”

"Yes!" Jamie and Tarsula agreed after a moment's pause.

The breeze blew, and the corner of [Slayer's] hood was gently lifted, and a horrific scar ran through the handsome left side of his face from top to bottom.