After Becoming The Tyrant

Chapter 153: Valley Intercept

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The dark red of the sky was dispelled by the scorching sun, and the dark clouds returned to white. In this white cloud layer, which is rare in hell, the legion of angels plucked the golden harp and played a magnificent melody. The melody seemed to have temples rising from the ground. The gods in the center of the temples bowed their heads slightly, looking down at all beings.

Countless angels flew down from the clouds and met the skeleton army that was also like a sea.

An angel with a longbow shoots arrows from mid-air at an army of skeletons on the ground. And a group of bone birds circled and flew from the army of death, and met the angel's arrow without any timidity. In the army of death, groups of black priests who were shrouded in black robes from head to toe raised their scepters high, their chants gathered together, and chains of iron ran across the sky with black mist. The angels who were not in a hurry to dodge were imprisoned by iron chains, and the bone bird shredded them with sharp claws.

Angels were constantly killed under the claws of bone birds, and groups of pure white light exploded in the army of skeletons on the ground, and the skeletons and the undead were reduced to ashes in the holy light.

In the eyes of the blacksmiths in the iron smelting department of the First Military Industry Department of Legrand, the skeleton lizards who were more "cute and well-behaved" than the apprentices were no longer as gentle as they were breathing fire in front of the blast furnace.

The skeleton lizards are hidden in the lake of sulfur fire that is everywhere in hell. When the angels who landed on the ground with swords passed by the lake of fire, they burst out of the lake with a fountain-like rain of sulfur fire, spewing out large groups. The blazing fire, the long bone tail swept out. Contrasted with the savage appearance in front of the blast furnace, it was like a domestic hound turned into a giant wolf in the wilderness.

The angel swung the sword to split the death knight from the skull to the mount. The holy flame carried by the sword was attached to the skeleton, and the bones were ignited and burned. The army of hell shrouded in black mist and the army of angels clad in white light collided like two completely different worlds, light and dark.

Meng La also stood on the top of the tower of the castle. He maintained a half-human, half-raven state of preparation, looking up at the angels in the sky and clouds wearing armor without joy or sorrow.

At the moment, only ordinary Holy Spirit Angels are participating in the war, and the higher-level Angel Legion is still standing above the clouds and has not yet entered the war. At the forefront of the clouds, the Seraphs looked down at their old rivals who had been away for thousands of years, and with Blackrock Castle as the center, the vampires who had been promoted some time ago also only held the daggers turned into moonlight and did not move. The wings of the flying buttresses of the Blackstone King City flapped, making a low, icy sound.

Across a long distance, Meng La's eyes collided with an angel holding a holy spear in front of the cloud.

He grinned slightly, revealing a bloody smile.

That was his mortal enemy. For a thousand years, he could only be transformed into a little crow, and he couldn't even set foot in hell until the king woke up, thanks to him.

But now is not the time to fight with the mortal enemy, and the most powerful soldiers and generals of both sides have not yet entered the battlefield. Hell has been dead for thousands of years, gods have been buried, and angels have been sealed in the dilapidated kingdom of God for thousands of years. The two sides are still testing each other's current strength. This is a protracted war.

It will end with the death of the last angel, or the burning of the last skeleton to ashes.

The chants reverberated layer by layer between heaven and earth, and Meng La saw the devil suddenly draw his sword.

"What are you going to do?"

Mengla flapped his wings and flew near the devil.

"Go kill a guy." The devil said lightly.

"It's not time yet, are you going to rush into the sky and fight with a whole legion of Seraphs?" Munla asked, "Your Majesty is not here now."

The devil didn't answer him, endless black butterflies rolled up and he swept into the sky.

Meng La spread his wings and stopped on a tower. He saw that on the other half of the dark red sky, countless dark clouds gathered and merged with the black butterflies.

"This lunatic."

Munla cursed in a low voice.

Although the Angel Legion standing on the clouds has not yet joined the battlefield, this does not mean that they turn a blind eye to the enemies who fly up and approach. The dozens of angels in the front took off their bows from behind together, and long golden arrows were attached to the bowstrings, all aiming at the devil who was approaching rapidly with the group of butterflies.

After those arrows left the strings, they left long-lasting golden traces in the sky.

Arrow of Judgment.

The space in front was filled with gold, and the arrows of judgment shot towards the devil, and it was about to form an inescapable cage.

The devil does not hide or retreat, and is still advancing.

The space in front of the devil suddenly distorted, and arrows fell into a strange and bizarre vortex, and when they reappeared, they had been teleported to a distant place. Seeing this scene, Meng La on the castle breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the king had handed the scepter of bones to the devil before, but he did not expect that after the royal banquet, His Majesty still chose to put the scepter in the hands of the devil and let him In charge of hell, command thousands of troops.

Vaguely, Meng La remembered a familiar scene from a long time ago.

At that time, the silver-haired monarch sat on the throne, and the knights could always fight forward without any scruples. Because his monarch was watching him from behind him.

The monarch bestowed upon the knights glory, strength, and life.

"A lunatic."

Monra said.

A lunatic trusted by the monarch.

A madman who has been handed over to power by the monarch, to the whole hell.

Only vaguely, he was a little envious of rushing to the clouds to kill an enemy madman.

Trust, for the creatures of hell, is a word both feared and yearned for.

It is something that all dark creatures can't get, and their nature is destined to have no relationship with the goodwill of the world. They don't have these things, but that doesn't mean they don't really crave them... Otherwise those skeletons wouldn't be joking around with the humans in the military-industrial sector, or the lizard skeletons wouldn't be tailgating the mortal blacksmiths.

Just as, long ago, it was the great monarch who first gave them goodwill.

A chaotic hell, a hell of life and death, a hell of endless slaughter, there has never been any respect at all, the strong die for the king and the weak die. It was the silver-haired monarch who ascended the throne of hell, giving all the dead creatures that the lords regarded as slaves as soldiers, giving them honor and equality, and giving them dignity that they never had in hell.

So they are still willing to serve the king after a thousand years.

However, there is a difference between trust and trust.

Giving respect and trusting them to fight for themselves is not the same as giving life, giving authority, giving everything.

In the sky, the black butterfly swirled and danced rapidly, turning into a long dragon and piercing the sky, hitting an angel in front of the clouds. The angel raised his shield and blocked. The black butterfly dispersed at the moment of approaching the angel, trapping him in circles. The angel's wings are spread out, and the higher the rank of the angel, the higher the self-esteem. The devil's action is equivalent to provoking and writing the gauntlet in front of all the angels.

Out of pride and arrogance, He flew away from the clouds.

The devil has been cut out with a sword from afar.

After the angel flew out of the cloud alone, Mengla lowered her head, stopped looking at the devil, and continued to pay attention to the battle situation on the ground.

As dawn approached, the sky was blue.

The three climbed to a high ground, hid in the woods, and looked into the distance with special glasses provided by the witches. Among the three people, one was wearing a dark red cloak and his silver hair was blown by the night wind. He was the king who was supposed to be in the middle army.

"They are indeed here, Your Majesty."

The knight on the left of the king whispered.

The reason why the king appeared here is because three days ago, the battle report of the "Crows" was in the military account, and the spies under the house chief reported that the vanguard army of the Holy Army of the Holy Land had landed at the Port of Putao. Just like the judgment made by the king when he discussed with his generals before, the target of the Holy Army of the Holy Land was indeed the central part of Legrand.

The Port of Putau was the domain of the Maison family who had conspired to rebel with the Count of Plitani.

Unlike the Earl of Plitany, who was killed by the Keya shooter in the Battle of Puttonshire, the Maison family patriarch was very cautious. He did not join the rebel army and conquered all the way, but stayed in Putao Harbor, as if he did. Prepare both hands. If the rebels were victorious, he claimed to have stabilized the rear, and if things went wrong, he would go to sea by boat and escape.

But in the end, although the rebellion failed, the director of the trial bureau led his troops back to Herid, and the Holy Army also gathered on the other side of the Abyss Sea, and the number was huge. Patriarch Mason believed that it was still profitable to stand on the side of the Holy Court, so under the care of Hrid City, he still stayed in Putao County.

This time, the Holy Army of the Holy Land abandoned Swan Harbor in Hrid City and chose Porto Port as the landing point.

The vanguard of this second Holy Army's main force is the Holy Court's Eternal Knights, the Holy Court's elite troops second only to the Temple Knights. After the Eternal Knights landed, they marched towards the middle. The city they attacked had suffered a dragon and destroyed its fortifications before, and the repairs in a short period of time were significantly worse than the original.

Therefore, the Eternal Knights attacked the city and swept the land all the way, and the progress was extremely fast.

As the vanguard of the Holy Army of the Holy Land, the Eternal Knights were not like the Holy Army of the Sea to the southeast of Legrand, who stayed in the city that was attacked for too long, and then moved forward quickly after leaving behind the follow-up troops as a support.

On the day the Eternal Knights landed, the king led an army, breaking away from the bloated and slow force, and marching lightly at full speed just like the last northern battle.

After the Eternal Knights attacked the first castle, the king marched with his chosen army overnight, and took a short route to the front of Yolling County tonight - a canyon that needs to be passed to go to Yolling County.

He is Moore, the old subordinate of the Duke of Buckingham, who was almost provoked by others to become a knife to assassinate the king.

The king actually did not do any substantial punishment for their assassination plan. After the Battle of Trou, More took the initiative to resign from the army, and was thrown into the rose cavalry by the king to assist General Sheehan in training soldiers. Later, he made a lot of military exploits in the Northern Rebellion. General Sheehan didn't know what happened before, so he asked the king for a reward for him.

And the king, as if he had forgotten what happened before, gave him a title and then transferred him to lead the army by himself.

This time, when the king led the vanguard, most of the soldiers selected were Mor's subordinates. It was the first time More had seen the King up close since the Battle of Trou. Compared with the king in his impression, the present His Majesty seems to have changed a lot. At the time, Mor was able to hold a grudge in front of the king and speak aggressively, but now he dared not.

The majesty of the king has hanged over the king.

It would be great if the Duke could see the present His Majesty.

Moore thought.

The king didn't know what his subordinates were thinking. He saw the army appearing on the horizon. After confirming that the number was similar to his budget, he put down the witch glasses.

"Prepare for battle."

He ordered.

The soldiers led by the king were lurking on both sides of the valley. The strange thing was that they were not holding swords, longbows, or any traditional weapons.