traitor.
Defenders.
The party who was originally a rebel, talked freely and sternly.
As the defender, Saint Laurent Garros seemed to be speechless.
Although she is the strongest in the world! Even though she seemed to be able to crush these "rebels" like ants just by stretching her fingers!
"The guardian of the holy city, the guardian of the legend!" Elder Ximen gasped, but there was an unbelievable pity and disdain in his eyes: "Now, what I want to say has been said!"
Saint Laurent Garros bowed his head and said nothing, his brows were furrowed on his beautiful face, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Why, aren't you trying to judge us sinners?" Elder Simon stared at Saint Laurent Garros: "We are here, if you want to maintain the so-called justice of the Holy City, come!"
Saint Laurent Garros still bowed his head and said nothing, but the expressions of the people around him were different. The people who were filled with righteous indignation were all moved by the impassioned words of the elder Ximen. Many people's expressions have been shaken, and some people even took out As soon as he took out the weapon, the sword edge in his hand also drooped down.
Xia Ya was still hiding in the crowd, but quietly backed away. She instinctively felt that this matter was not so simple - the eight members of the Presbyterian Council conspired against each other, why would they be so unrepentant? Even if Saint Laurent Garros personally came to suppress them, these people probably wouldn't be so easily tied up.
"Ximen!" Saint Laurent Garros raised his head, his original sharp eyes could not help but eased a little, but his voice was still solemn: "I don't judge what you have drawn. The holy city has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, people's hearts What I'm thinking, how could I not know... It's just that your plans are still rebellious after all! Hmph, freedom, if you want to be free, if you just leave quietly, I will naturally ignore it. It's just... You shouldn't Acting so madly! The city lord has always been a generous and undisputed person, why did you kill him! Mr. Du is even more innocent, and you shouldn't have harmed him! Wrong is wrong, no matter how high-sounding reason, you can't hide it your crimes."
Even so, Xi Ya sighed in his heart... Saint Laurent Garros was also shaken in his heart! Otherwise, how could she not mention rebellion, but only murder
Disturbed, just confused.
Ximen smiled and stood on the steps. Although he was not tall, at the moment he seemed to be looking down at Saint Laurent Garros, and he said word by word: "The king is defeated! Saint Laurent Garros, the matter is We have done it, and we have never regretted it. If you want to kill or arrest, just come!"
Saint Laurent Garros then smiled lightly: "Yes, winning the king and losing the bandit, in the end, it's just this sentence! Simon, I know you must have a backer, if you have any means, let it go! "
The elders above have gathered together, headed by Ximen, and said loudly: "If we knew that you, Saint Laurent Garros, are so powerful, how could we put all our hopes on those aliens! Hmph..."
Having said that, Ximen suddenly shook his hand and took out a short metal tube from his sleeve. With a slight shake, he heard a bang, and a group of red light shot up into the sky like fireworks!
In an instant, a mass of red light spread out between the clouds and the sky above the peaks of the holy city. The red light was gorgeous, even if it was dozens of miles around.
Saint Laurent Garros didn't stop him, just looked at Ximen coldly, and said lightly: "Alright, let the black hands you hide in the dark be exposed. So I don't need to clean up the trouble afterward."
"You are very confident!" Simon narrowed his eyes.
Saint Laurent Garros took a deep breath, stepped on slowly, stepped up the steps step by step, and walked towards Simon and the others on the palace.
She walked very slowly, one step at a time, but although her steps were heavy and slow, she did not stop for half a minute. After a few steps, she was already less than ten meters away from Ximen and others.
At this time, there were bursts of hurried footsteps around, and I saw that from the gate outside the palace square, there were hundreds of people rushing in, all of them in full armor, holding sharp weapons, knotted into a thick array.
On both sides of the palace, 100 soldiers rushed out. Half of them were holding thick golden shields, all as tall as one person. They quickly surrounded the eight elders and protected them with their shields.
And there are many light armored warriors on both sides, but what they are holding in their hands is not a sword, but a small weapon that looks like a short crossbow.
Xia Ya had never seen such a delicate short crossbow. It looked more sophisticated than the hand crossbow in the Byzantine army. Every short crossbow could be seen from the shape of a continuous shot, and the crossbow arrows were also glowing with metal. Luster is obviously a more powerful weapon, and the crossbow arrow is undisguisedly blooming with a faint blue luster.
Even if Xia Ya had never tried it in person, he could immediately guess that it must be some kind of powerful poison.
Saint Roland Garros' expression remained unchanged, he shook his head and said, "Is this your back-up? Simon, the king of the six elf tribes of the elf tribe can't stop me, do you think these people can do it? These people are all The confidants that your eight families have kept for many years, right? Hmph…”
She looked disdainful and looked at the short crossbows facing her: "Are the arrows smeared with the poison given to you by the elves? It's a very sharp thing, but you think this can deal with me? As for these armored soldiers , How long do you think you can resist in front of the guardian samurai group?!"
"I have to give it a try." Ximen sneered and shouted sharply, "Do it!"
With a loud shout from Ximen, a hundred and ten crossbowmen started working together, and they heard the sound of breaking through the air, and more than a hundred short crossbows shot at Saint Laurent Garros in salvo.
The crossbow arrows shot from the sky, and Saint Laurent Garros naturally disdain to dodge it. When the long sleeves were rolled up, a red light appeared in front of her. Countless short crossbows flew into the air in front of her, and they instantly solidified. Mid-air, can no longer move forward!
But at this moment, a scream suddenly sounded, causing Saint Laurent Garros to change color suddenly!
This accident happened in the crowd!
In the crowd of hundreds of guardian samurai wearing white clothes who originally stood under the palace, a mutation suddenly occurred!
Just under the order of "do it" placed in Ximen, many white-clothed warriors in the original crowd suddenly picked up the sharp weapons in their hands and stabbed the white-clothed companions beside them fiercely!
The white warriors are the guardian warriors in the holy city. They were originally a group of the most loyal children of the holy city, and they are the best selected among the black-haired races. They have received the most sophisticated training since childhood, and even more Saint Laurent Garros' kin, loyal to the holy city is unparalleled!
It can be changed, but it happens to these people!
Almost one-third of the people attacked at the same time, stabbed the weapons in their hands into the vital points of their companions, and shot fiercely, as if they were not facing the companions who got along with each other day and night, but the mortal enemy!
The white-clothed warriors who were attacked were not prepared at all—even if they were prepared, they focused their attention on the rushing armored soldiers around them. How could they be prepared to guard against their companions
In a short time, dozens of people were attacked, and many people were killed on the spot before they could react.
Even that Han Bi screamed in anger. A long sword had already been pierced out of his chest. When he turned around angrily, he saw a white-clothed companion he knew, staring at him with a pale face. The sword is dripping with blood...
"Why, why?!" Han Bi's body trembled. After all, he was very powerful. Although he was stabbed, he instantly reacted instinctively. He moved a little and moved away from the key point. Staggering for a while, Han Bi's legs softened, and he knelt on the ground, panting, looking at his companion who assassinated him, and shouted sharply: "Why?! You, are you all against it?!"
This change, let alone Xi Ya did not expect it, where did Saint Laurent Garros think of it
This woman saw that these most loyal white knights were killed by dozens of people in an instant. She screamed and ignored the short crossbows in front of her. She flew down the steps and fell into the crowd of white knights. Inside, she saw her right long sleeve rolled up, and with a few bangs, several white-robed warriors who had just attacked their companions were knocked out by her!
Saint Laurent Garros shot with hatred, and naturally showed no mercy when he shot, and the few people who were sent flying by her were already out of breath before they landed. On the other hand, there were some rebellious people of white-robed warriors beside him. Originally, when they saw Saint Laurent Garros flying over, they were a little stunned by the accumulation of power for many years. At this moment, they finally dared not hesitate any more, and someone shouted, sharp sword. He stabbed towards Saint Laurent Garros.
The people around also reacted, and some people shouted: "Success or failure is today, if you don't work hard, you will die!"
There were more than ten more long swords that stabbed at Saint Laurent Garros in an instant, and more rebels gritted their teeth and continued to attack their companions!
Intentionally, or unintentionally, in the first wave of attacks, dozens of white knights were killed. The incident happened so suddenly that many people still didn't understand what was going on in their minds. Some people thought that their companions were going crazy, but they saw the other party kill them with red eyes, so they reluctantly resisted, and many people resisted. While shouting, it was only possible to be distracted during the fight, but after a while, several people were killed.
Saint Laurent Garros was extremely angry—these were the most elite backbones guarding the Holy City, but it became like this in an instant, so how could she not bleed in her heart
With her right hand outstretched, she grabbed a rebel by the neck and pulled him ruthlessly. The red figure rose into the sky, and the white-robed warrior in her hand suddenly had countless wounds all over his body, blood sprayed, and the white-clothed clothes turned into blood-clothes!
Surrounded by more than a dozen sharp swords, the rebels of these white-robed warriors are also powerful people—how can there be any weak in the holy city guardian warrior group? Almost everyone's long swords emit a black light! Xiaya saw it at a glance, all these people were using "Bright" murderous aura!
It's all the housekeeping skills of his senior brother Hastings!
What Saint Laurent Garros told himself that day was indeed true. This dazzling murderous aura really came from the Holy City and was a stunt practiced by the guardian warriors of the Holy City.
More than a dozen sharp swords with dazzling murderous intent stabbed, and everyone was a powerful holy city guardian warrior. Even Saint Laurent Garros couldn't ignore it. Just like a red cloud. Without realizing the sound of ding ding dang, the long sword that stabbed in the red skirt immediately shattered into pieces. Saint Laurent Garros was already red all over, apparently the crimson murderous aura had been triggered!
The red light made a masterpiece, and the black murderous aura was instantly melted away as if it had encountered a nemesis. More than a dozen figures flew out towards the rear. Many people spit blood in the air, and after some people landed, they were exhausted. Only a small half of them stumbled to the ground, but they still stared at Saint Laurent Garros fiercely.
Seeing that the white-clothed warriors who were still standing in the arena surrounded the seriously injured Han Bi, there were only more than twenty people left to chat. Most of the rest were killed.
As for the rebels among the white knights, there are still more than a hundred, but they have already stood far away, standing with the armored dead men of the Presbyterian Church.
As for the other people wearing black robes, they retreated far away from the beginning of the battle. These people are not the guardian samurai group, but various personnel in the holy city. At this moment, most of them seem to be stunned, but under the coercion of the surrounding armored samurai, many people simply lowered their hands, and some people He immediately made a gesture of not being able to resist.
In just a short while, the scene actually became like this.
Just now, there were hundreds of white-clothed guardians besieging the rebels, but now he has become his own side chatting with more than 20 people, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers around.
Saint Laurent Garros' eyes were bloodshot, she seemed to have calmed down, took a deep breath, stood in the middle, and looked at Han Bi and the others who were kneeling on the ground behind him - even these last loyal people, Everyone is hurt. In addition to anger and sadness, many people's faces are more confused and hopeless.
There were corpses all over the place, blood on the spot.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, many of the dead white-clothed warriors had expressions of resentment on their faces, while others were still full of surprise when they were about to die.
Whether it was a loyal person who died or a rebel who was killed, but seeing these people all wearing the same white robes, Saint Roland Garros suddenly felt a great pain in his heart, his eyes darkened, his chest heaved suddenly, and the squabbles started. Spit out a small mouthful of blood!
The red figure that seemed to be upright and unyielding finally trembled slightly.
Seeing Saint Laurent Garros vomiting blood, Simon, who was standing on the palace, suddenly showed an excited expression and shouted loudly: "She is injured! She is injured!!"
Saint Laurent Garros sank in his heart, trying to forcefully suppress the severe pain in his chest, but such a forcible force made his whole body tremble more and more, suppressing the injury for many days, and after all, he could no longer hide it. He opened his mouth suddenly, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Hahaha! I know! I know! I know it's like this!!" Elder Ximen stood on the steps and laughed excitedly: "You have been injured a long time ago! Right! Saint Laurent Garros! Although you broke through those The siege of the elf giant, but under such a siege, even you can't retreat! You have been injured a long time ago!! Hahahaha!"
After Ximen laughed wildly, he shouted loudly: "Victory is at hand! Let's kill this woman together! We are free from now on!! This damn holy city can no longer hold us back!"
Saint Laurent Garros' face was as pale as paper, even though she still clenched her teeth and did not speak, but at this moment, her weakness could no longer be concealed.
Simon was right. When she found out the truth in Byzantium, she was extremely shocked at the time. She didn't dare to delay for a moment, and flew all the way to try to get back to the Holy City early. Even if she is a peerless powerhouse, she will be exhausted in the end if she doesn't hesitate to spend her strength on the road without sleep. In the end, although she is a peerless powerhouse, she is still a human being, a body of flesh and blood.
Encountered an ambush in the forest sea, all the good players in the elf tribe, and the leader of the six elf tribes led by the elf king, the elf tribe is good at natural magic, and even drove several flamingo mythical beasts to besiege them. You know, back then, Mr. Peach just rode a flamingo and killed Char and Hasting with almost nowhere to go.
What's more, the elves used a highly poisonous poison as soon as they came up. It was the kind of thing that Mr. Peach used to assassinate Hastings - this toxin was specially used to deal with the strong. The stronger the strength, the more violent the attack, although at that time It was fatal, but it was enough to weaken her strength by half, and she had to divide her strength all the time to suppress the toxins in her body.
How can the leader of the elves be weak? The six elf kings have their own unique skills, some are good at natural magic, some are good at martial arts, and there are strong people from giants and dwarves. In a fierce battle, even though Saint Laurent Garros showed his might and killed many powerful enemies, it also severely damaged the enemies who besieged him, and he was able to conflict and ascend to the sky, but after all, he was seriously injured. The most important thing is, The poison in her body is eroding her power all the time.
Saint Laurent Garros returned to the Holy City and went to Mr. Du as soon as possible, but he did not expect that Mr. Du, whom he depended on most, had been killed. There was a rally in the city, and the rebellion of the elders was imminent. Saint Laurent Garros did not hesitate, and immediately rushed Come, try to suppress a group of Xiaoxiao by herself - she is also too confident, she only feels that as a legendary guardian of the holy city, she has accumulated prestige for many years. To protect the existence of the samurai group, it is not a problem to deal with these elders.
But who would have thought that even among the most loyal Holy City guardian warriors, there would be so many rebellions!
(Is this holy city really going to die?)
At this moment, Saint Laurent Garros seemed to be at a loss. She didn't seem to hear a word of Simon's frantic laughter, just staring at the corpse on the ground...
Whether it's the rebels or the slain loyalists, these... were once the guardians of the holy city, and they were the seeds of the holy city's strength that had been cultivated for many years!
"Kill her! Kill her!!"
Simon screamed frantically.
But despite his urgency, as long as Saint Laurent Garros never really fell for a moment, no one dared to rush forward under the prestige of the past years.
It's just that the white-clothed rebels around them finally pushed them up step by step.
"Hehe...hehe..."
Suddenly, Saint Laurent Garros, who bowed his head, let out a few soft laughs.
The laughter started out lightly, then grew louder, and finally turned into a sneer full of mockery and indignation.
"Hahahaha!!" Saint Laurent Garros raised her head, she looked at Ximen standing above, and finally said: "I really start to admire you, Ximen! You actually have such skills! Not only did you win over the Presbyterian Church collectively, but Even among the guardian samurai group, there are so many people who fall to you!"
Simon snorted and did not speak.
Saint Laurent Garros ignored him, turned her head to look at the white-clothed rebels who were approaching step by step, she suddenly took a step forward, and just this step, the rebels immediately retreated at the same time.
"You!" Blood flowed from the corners of Saint Laurent Garros' mouth, but his eyes were full of death: "You all used to be the most loyal guardian warriors of the holy city, and you have sworn a poisonous oath since childhood! The holy city has spent countless efforts and Cultivate you at the price, regard you as the future of the holy city, and regard you as the seeds of strength to protect the holy city! I really don't understand, why you have colluded with Ximen!"
Saying that, she casually pointed at one of the rebels in white: "Your name is Li Yifeng, right? I remember that you are thirty-two years old this year. Twenty years ago, I personally enlightened you and took the oath to join. The ceremony of guarding the samurai group, even your first sword was awarded to you by me. I remember that you encountered a bottleneck when you cultivated the fourth level of dazzling murderous aura, and you have not made any progress for two years. One afternoon, you hid in the martial arts field behind the samurai group and cried secretly... I just saw it, I pointed you, and then asked you to go to the martial arts field in the evening to see me quietly, I pointed you for ten days, your Bright fighting qi finally came in. I remember you kneeling in front of me, weeping bitterly, saying that you are forever grateful for my kindness, I just tell you, I don't need your gratitude, as long as you can serve the Holy City in the future and do your best... "
The person named Li Yifeng who was pointed at by her, with a face full of shame, suddenly threw the sword in his hand on the ground, burst into tears, and said in a loud voice: "Sir, I'm sorry for you, I will repay my kindness!"
"Why on earth did you do such a thing?" Saint Laurent Garros' tone seemed to be very light: "Is it difficult to understand that Simon bought it? Or did he blackmail you with something?"
This person named Li Yifeng trembled, but finally raised his head to look at Saint Laurent Garros, and said loudly: "It's not at all, my lord! I... I was not bought by him, nor was I threatened! I did this kind of thing voluntarily. Yes! Your lord!"
"I don't believe it!" Saint Laurent Garros suddenly shouted sharply: "You swore! And..."
"Nothing, my lord." Li Yifeng burst into tears: "My lord, I really swear with all my heart, and I once regarded becoming a guardian samurai as my biggest goal, and I even imagined becoming a legendary guardian like you. , risking my life for the Holy City! But... but..."
"But what?"
"But I finally fell in love with a girl ten years ago, and I married her and had a baby."
Tears still flowed on Li Yifeng's face, but his tone gradually calmed down: "Sir, I can dedicate my life to the holy city, but my child, he likes to paint since he was a child. I bought them all at a high price, but as my child grows up day by day, he doesn’t like me teaching him martial arts. The picture scrolls bought from outside can no longer satisfy his interest. He often asks me about the world above the picture scrolls. Where. He often asks me why we can't go to the places on the scrolls... My lord, at that moment, I suddenly understood. My lord, I can stay here for the rest of my life, but my son, and even my future children and grandchildren. I hope they are free to leave here!"
After speaking, Li Yifeng actually stood up: "Sir Ximen said just now, I can't see the sky after the heavy rain, and the marvelous scene of snow drifting for thousands of miles, but I hope my children will have the opportunity to see it in the future. I hope my grandson will have the opportunity to live like that in the future!"
After speaking, he suddenly picked up the long sword again and said loudly: "My hands are already full of the blood of my companions, I have committed unforgivable sins, and I even stabbed the long sword of my sins at the one that was once given to me. You are very kind! I'm sorry for you!"
The long sword is horizontal! After the blood lighted, his body slowly fell down.
Saint Laurent Garros was pale, and his fingers were trembling slightly as he watched this fall.
"Lord Saint Laurent Garros."
Another rebel in white came out. This man was no longer young, and his temples had already seen frost hair. He looked at Saint Laurent Garros and sighed softly: "Sir, I think you should know me."
"Of course I know you, Situ." The tone of Saint Laurent Garros suddenly revealed a bit of nostalgia: "I remember that we used to practice martial arts together and receive training together..."
"Yeah, it happened many years ago." A mournful smile appeared on the face of the old rebel in white: "It has been many, many years, and I was fortunate enough to swear to join the samurai group with the adults, but unfortunately, I You are lacking in talent, but you, my lord, quickly revealed your extraordinary talent and were recruited by the previous generation, Lord Saint Laurent Garros as a disciple. Although we have only been classmates in the samurai group for a few short years, I am still very Proud, on weekdays, I am often proud of that experience."
"Then what are you doing?" Although Saint Laurent Garros was asking, his eyes were looking at the dead Li Yifeng who fell to the ground.
Situ sighed softly, lowered his head for a while, but suddenly raised his head, looked at Saint Laurent Garros and said with a smile: "Sir, I don't know, have you ever had a dream?"
"...Dream?" Saint Laurent Garros frowned, seeming to savor the word carefully.
"Actually, I don't know what a dream is." Situ said slowly: "Perhaps, I once had a dream, but now I can't remember it. The only thing I remember is that when I started to remember, someone told me I, those of us with black hair, are destined to contribute to this holy city all my life. When I get old, someone will give me a sword and teach me to practice martial arts. When I show a good talent , Naturally, someone brought me into the samurai regiment for training. Every day, I was told to be loyal, to the holy city, to be loyal to the city lord, to be loyal to the Queen's descendants."
Speaking of this, Situ suddenly gave a wry smile full of mockery: "Yes, since I can remember, I have been told all this... Being told what I am going to do, what I should do, what I will do in the future, I am here. What do I do in my life... However, no one has ever asked me whether I like these things, whether I am willing to do them, and no one has ever asked me what my own dreams are! No one has ever asked me , because no one cares! This holy city doesn't care at all! The emperor doesn't care at all!"
"Sometimes, I can't help but think a question hilariously: how much money did our ancestors owe to the so-called emperor, and they sold all their descendants to them as slaves? One generation is not enough, So many generations are not enough. Even if you are a slave, there is still a deed of betrayal. When the deed of deed of betrayal is full, you can restore your freedom. I heard that in Byzantium or other countries, even if you are a soldier and fight all your life, you will always be free. There are times when they can return home after being discharged from the army. Even if the prisoners are in prison, there will always be a day when they can atone for their sins and regain their freedom." Situ said here, looking at the corpses on the ground, his eyes are full of sadness: "They died... But we didn't kill it, nor did you kill it... but, this damn holy city killed it!"
"And me, my lord." Another rebel in white stood up. He first bowed to Saint Laurent Garros and said slowly, "When I was eleven years old, I was led by a messenger. I have never wanted to go back to the Holy City! I like the outside world, I like the little girl who used to live in the house next door when I was outside, and I like to go to the village entrance with a group of friends every spring Playing in the small river... But I was brought back when I was eleven years old, and no one asked me if I wanted to. I have never been able to set foot in this ghost place again, and what I see every day is this city, what I see It's the woods outside!"
"And I!"
"Me too!"
"And I!"
"Sir... me too!"
"I!"
"I!"…
One after another rebels in white came out, each with a resolute expression on their faces, looking at Saint Laurent Garros without fear.