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"Did Siegfried-sama make a move? How far did they fight?" His Majesty William, who had rushed over after hearing the news, asked directly as soon as he went up to the city wall.

"It's still a stalemate!" reported Marshal Dennis, commander of the Imperial First Legion, who was stationed on the city walls.

Hearing his report, His Majesty William was puzzled: "Stalemate? Didn't you say that the traitor's mysterious martial saint was very strong......?

"No, Your Majesty, now it is Lord Siegfried who has the upper hand!" Marshal Dennis hurriedly explained in detail: "Look, right over there, that golden ball of light is Lord Siegfried!

As he pointed in the direction, a golden meteor was chasing several shining silk threads in the dark sky in the distance, and from time to time, the golden meteor would scatter those silk threads, faintly, and some swords clenched, or the sound of small explosions came from there.

Although it was too far away to see what the specific situation was, it was obvious that in the chase and escape, it was the golden meteor that had the upper hand!

Looking at the situation in front of him, His Majesty William frowned: "Are you sure that golden one is Lord Siegfried, why didn't he turn into a dragon?"

"I'm sure!" Marshal Dennis nodded, "I saw Lord Siegfried fly out of the city with my own eyes, and when he flew out, he was like this, his whole body was full of golden light, unstoppable, and ......"

"And what?" said His Majesty William impatiently.

And it seems to have become younger, and this ...... It was so fast that I couldn't see it clearly. Marshal Dennis quickly explained.

"How long have they been fighting?" asked His Majesty William.

"Probably...... About half an hour. As soon as they came up, they started fighting, and Lord Siegfried also had the upper hand as soon as they came up, and the mysterious martial saint on the opposite side had been running away and rarely fought head-on, so it didn't look like Lord Siegfried's opponent!" Marshal Dennis replied.

"That's it......" Looking at the fierce battle under the distant starry, His Majesty William didn't say much.

After a while, a voice rang out, coming from behind him: "Your Majesty, do you need me to help?"

It was the chief of the royal guard, and he had always been with the emperor, inseparable, and rarely left.

Of course, only the Martial Saint can participate in the battle of the Martial Saint, since he dares to ask for battle, he naturally has the corresponding strength!

The royal family really still has a martial saint as a hole card!

Although his heart was magnificent, Marshal Dennis still looked straight ahead, but his face did not change at all, as if he had not heard anything.

"Wait, wait......" was William's reply, his tone full of hesitation and uncertainty.

Hearing the emperor's answer, the chief of the guard stopped talking and bowed and retreated.

......

Like those on the walls of Berlin, directly below the battlefield in the air, in the camp of the German National Socialist Party, countless people left their tents, one by one, raised their heads, staring at the battlefield in the sky, waiting for their fate.

But obviously, seeing the current one-sided scene, their faces are not very good.

In front of the big tent of the Chinese army, Adolf also had a complicated complexion and was uncertain.

Who is this martial saint in the golden light? How can he be so powerful? Since Berlin has such a hole card, why is it useless when he confronts France? Could it be that he is the hidden hole card of the royal family, and he will only use it when he is in the most crisis?......

Questions piled up in Adolf's mind, but he couldn't find the answers.

With the passage of time, the golden ball of light in the sky seemed to be a little dimer, not as dazzling as before, and on the opposite side of him, the layers of sword qi were also extremely thin, far less powerful than the original covering the sky and the sun.

Look at it like this, Matt, he's going to lose!

Didn't he say that he still had a helper? Why didn't he go up and help now? Isn't the time yet right? Or didn't he want to do it at all?

Adolf was anxious, but he was still spinning around at the Venerable level, and he hadn't even accumulated enough strength to enter the peak of the Venerable level, so he couldn't help at all now!

Once again, Adolf deeply regretted his low strength.

The guy invited from outside is just unreliable! It's not my own person, it's not a heart after all! If I can also be promoted to the Martial Saint, then this battle will be won! This time it was really launched too early, too anxious, if I waited another two years, when I also advanced, how could I be reduced to this point today!

No amount of complaining will change reality, all Adolf can do now is prepare for the impending defeat!

Once Matt is defeated, the First Legion on the opposite side will definitely not sit still! They are very likely to take advantage of our low morale to launch a night attack! With the help of that Golden Light Martial Saint in the sky, we will lose! But if the others die, they will die, and we will recruit them later, Matt, you must survive, otherwise we will really be finished......

The battle of the Martial Saint level has always been very fast, and no matter how much it is delayed, the battle in the sky has come to an end.

High in the sky, Zhang Ang lost an arm, covered in blood, and the sword qi around him appeared and disappeared from time to time, gathering and scattering, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

But the Siegfried opposite him was no longer what it used to be, and now the golden light on his body was very dim, and even the armor on his body and the long sword in his hand had lost their original brilliance.

And more changes are in his body!

His long golden hair showed some gray, and some spots and old wounds appeared on his smooth skin, and even his appearance was no longer full of vitality, and the huge vitality slowly began to dissipate, and the original twilight appeared on his face.

"Sure enough, there are sequelae...... "With some difficulty, Zhang Ang squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"You're a lot more tenacious than I thought!" Siegfried's tone was still faint and a little low: "I admit, your guess is correct, I don't have much time left, maybe I'll die soon......"

With his words, the golden light on his body brightened again, brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter, even more than when it first appeared.

In the end, his words were full of death-defying determination: "But! Kill you, it's enough!"

A flash of gold!

No one saw the beginning of it, and no one saw the end!

What stays on people's retinas is only a long golden thread!

No one can react to such a speed, including Zhang Ang!

A huge, penetrating wound appeared in his chest, all the way down to his abdomen, and the wound was so large that he could even see the stars in the night behind him!

With the gushing of blood, Zhang Ang's body fell from the sky.

Flashing again!

The golden light once again pierced Zhang Ang's body, causing him to roll over in the air, and another huge wound appeared on his body.

Triple Flash!

Flashes of gold!

Five flashes of gold!

......

The arm was blown off, the thigh was bursting, and the torso was bleeding......

One last blow, the golden light pierced through the skull!

In the infinite golden light, Zhang Ang was volleyed into a blood mist, which scattered and scattered to the earth.

The golden light stopped, and the chaotic golden threads reunited into a golden point of light.

Then, the golden points of light became darker and darker, and finally, silently, turned into fireflies in the sky, and dissipated into the night sky.