In the sky, black butterflies are sometimes surging like clouds, sometimes the sun is rising, and the world is rapidly switching between light and dark, and the ability of the eyes to distinguish is lost at this moment. Everyone can only fight with intuition. Time is chaotic, the past is mixed with the present.
The knights in the thick armor of the legendary age were mixed with the knights in the fine chain mail. Guardian Godfrey wields his famous shield axe to cut a path for Legrand's armor; Taranto, the slaughtering spear with blood-troughs and fangs, shatters one after another. The head of a holy knight; Barcelo of Touka raised his broadsword high...
The scene I saw on the frescoes of the family castle in the past was vividly played out in front of my eyes.
Everyone finally believed the ancient legend passed down from generation to generation.
Only such a brave and unparalleled warrior can follow the original monarch and establish an unprecedented mortal status on the earth where the dragons are entrenched!
The battlefield has become a genuine "blood land". When the horses are galloping, every step of the iron hoof steps deeply into the mud mixed with blood and minced meat. The infantry and the armored men trudged among the dead bodies, the blood pooled into a river, and the sound of blood and water was mixed with the collision of swords.
Moir wiped the blood from his face and climbed out of the dead. He looked around the battlefield and found that all of a sudden the Holy Knights were no longer as brave as they used to be. Some people had withdrawn from that state of fearlessness and started to fear. Running all over the place. The heroic knights riding the skeleton warhorses fought back and forth on the battlefield. The skeleton warhorses were wearing extremely heavy armor, but when they galloped up, they were lightning fast, and the scattered Holy Army was trampled by their iron hooves.
The changes in the state of the Holy Army must be related to the battlefield in the sky. More endured the discomfort of the world rapidly switching between black and white, and looked up at the battle in the sky.
Golden blood splashed in the sky, and an angel folded his wings and fell from the sky.
The black butterfly caught up with the fallen angel like a maggot in the tarsus, forming a vortex to surround him. When the black butterflies spread out again, the seriously injured angel had been torn to pieces. According to legend, the Holy Lord created these winged angels with light and his own blood. When they died, , except for the heart that was transformed from the blood of the Holy Lord, there was only light in the sky.
The other two angels with wings and blood saw the fall of their companions and let out a painful cry. At this moment, the angel's language turned into a pure sound wave, which spread in circles, directly stimulating people's souls. Moore covered his ears, but he couldn't stop the despair and sadness from pouring into his mind.
In the heroic soul that turned into a death knight, the guardian Godfrey suddenly inserted two shield blades into the bloody ground. He took out a bone horn that contained a strong majesty and blew it.
The moment the horn sounded, the resonance caused by the angel's scream was instantly dissipated. The horn sound was different from any horn sound they had ever heard before. It carried a terrifying majesty. When the horn sounded, the soldiers only felt the air vibrate, and it seemed as if a gap had been cracked from the earth. Flutter up.
In the sound of the horn of the dragon spreading its wings, the devil's body was surging with gusts of wind and clouds.
Under the siege of two seraphs, the other angel was torn to pieces, and the devil also paid a heavy price. The angel's sword of Seiya almost penetrated his heart. At this time, on his back, there was a bloody scar with deep visible bones. The power of the holy sword remaining in the wound eroded outwards, and instead of healing, there were signs of expansion. And on his left shoulder, the holy flame burns stubbornly.
Opposite the devil, two sad angels burned bright flames. They have realized that today's battle will pay the most tragic price, and they resolutely ignite their own Holy Spirit at this time.
At the moment when the angel burned his soul, in the sky, the magnificent chants sounded one after another. The pure white light spread out, and in a blink of an eye, the black clouds that had previously resisted the court were dispelled, and the black butterflies coiling above the sky were shattered one by one in the wind.
The devil stood before the king's throne of bones, and blood dripped down the sides of the keeled sword, his own blood and that of his enemies.
The white light came to the devil and split from the middle, and he firmly guarded the king behind him.
Seeing that the sky and the earth were about to turn white, the holy fire burning on the devil's left shoulder suddenly went out, and the wound left by the sword of Seiya behind him that was not healable to the evil creature was shrinking rapidly and healed in an instant. The strong airflow surged high in the sky again, and the black butterfly swirled out of the mountain-like clouds once again.
The clouds quickly gathered in the sky where the king and the devil were, and the dark clouds were like ink, dyeing the entire sky black.
The king held a bone scepter in his hand, and his face was pale under the silver helmet. In contrast to this, the power of the devil is rising - at this moment, the king has transferred his control over this space to him!
-I give you all my power, in this situation, you are the king outside the king!
The devil did not look back, did not look at the king at this moment.
Many years ago, the monarch, who was destined to be untrustworthy from birth, gave him all his authority and power on the bloody battlefield, making him leap from an exiled unknown to a king beyond a king. Thousands of years ago, they teamed up to stage such a grand gamble.
That gamble, he lost, so his monarch fell from the sky with the betrayer's sword through his heart.
The ancient language of the Wall of Insects, the language of all the tragic stories of all the sins in this world resounds against the overlapping chants. The devil held the blade of the keel long sword, the blade cut open the palm of his hand, and blood flowed down the blade.
Wash the sword with blood, drink blood with the sword.
The sky was suddenly swallowed up by black at the moment when the blood of the devil flowed through the blade, and the light of the angel was expelled and repelled by this piece of sky. With all the authority the king gave him, the devil turned his head and suppressed the two seraphs who were burning the Holy Spirit.
- The will of the king is controlling the battle through the hands of the devil.
This is something the angels never thought of!
They never thought that there would be madmen like devils and kings in the world who don't care. They clearly paid an absolutely heavy price for their big bets a thousand years ago, but a thousand years later, they dare to do it again arrogantly. Same thing as before!
Just like in this world, there is nothing worthy of their fear, worthy of their fear, even if it is their bloody past!
The monarch on the throne, the devil who carries the sword and fights bloody battles.
They are the positive and negative sides of each other's contract, and together they are the whole world.
The black butterfly fluttered its wings, and the sound of thousands of wings rubbed together into an evil funeral song from the deepest part of hell. It was a funeral song for the gods and the old days.
In the funeral song, the devil held down the blade and stormed out. His speed was so fast that the high-altitude rapids were gentle in front of him. He turned himself into a knife, and now this knife is going to cut off all beings who dare to overstep the throne - whether they are angels or something else!