The bright starlight pierced the sky, bursting out the most brilliant light in an instant, attracting the attention of countless people.
At the north city gate, the witch Paris, who was fighting, suddenly felt sad. She looked up and saw the starlight falling in the direction of the imperial army headquarters. The teardrops flowed down her face, moistening the solidified scars, feeling salty and painful, but what hurt more was her heart.
"Is it true that from now on... life and death will be separated forever?"
Amidst the blurred tears, I still clearly remember that when I was a little beggar living on the street, that handsome and noble boy appeared in front of me, smiled and stretched out his hand to me. There was no little beggar, but there was an additional witch named Paris, who worked diligently for the man who later became the second prince of the Zenit Empire, and stood side by side with the eldest princess of the empire, the female literary saint Natasha, and became the woman of the empire. two of the leaders.
Originally thought that she could assist this man to become the supreme emperor of the empire. For this reason, Paris has never considered personal issues for more than ten years.
But now, that man with a flirtatious woman-like face, always with a faint smile, staring in a daze as if he couldn't wake up all day long, and likes to hold a handicapped puppy of Pope Oka in his arms , Has it really fallen
"Alexander, you bastard, where the hell are you? Why didn't you show up at such a time? Come out soon..."
Tears welled up from Paris' eyes. This was the first time the witch shed tears. She cried so sadly that almost subconsciously, he remembered the shadow engraved in his heart—King Chambord Alexander, this little man, left her The little man who impressed me the most, the little man who once gave me a sense of security, why didn't he show up when I needed it most
"My lord, be careful..."
The officer next to him rushed over and blocked the Barcelona sword for Paris.
"kill!"
Angry light burst out from Paris's beautiful eyes, and she leaped into the crowd of enemies, fighting wildly with fighting spirit.
In the distance, in the direction of the military headquarters, the soaring flames, the collapsed buildings and the tide of people have blocked everything. Even if Paris wants to go back to find the second prince, it is impossible for her to go there. Vent your anger on the Barcelona soldiers in front of you...
at the same time.
Sun Golden Knight Sutton, who was fighting at the South City Gate, also noticed the signs of falling stars in the sky, and felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. The feeling in the dark made him know that a great man in the empire had just fallen. .
At this time, he has already suffered several injuries.
The soldiers and comrades who fought with him at the beginning, as well as the more than 50 Krasic disciples from Wusheng Mountain, have all died in battle at this time.
There was no longer any companion by his side.
The enemy came flooding in like a tide. He had killed nearly ten thousand people, thousands of star warriors, and more than ten moon-level powerhouses. Relying on his own strength, he blocked the Barcelona army at the south gate for three hours. , Beside him, there are densely packed corpses, the dead corpses have been piled up into a small hill, and he is completely stepping on the corpses to fight the Barcelona people.
"The imperial capital is broken, the royal family is shattered, and the Chris family is destroyed. As an imperial warrior, I can't take a step back. It is my destiny to die in battle. I will leave the future to King Chambord Alexander, the hope of the empire, to complete it! "
Sutton made up his mind to fight to the death without retreating.
The golden spear has been broken, the wolf beast is crawling at his feet, the body is already cold.
Until... His figure was overwhelmed by the tide-like Barcelona army.
Then, another star in the sky, with a bright trailing tail, fell from the dark night sky...
"What a beautiful star, it's a pity that it fell like this..."
Messi looked up at the trailing stars in the starry sky, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and sighed: "How long has it been since I saw such a beautiful night? I remember a year ago, when the famous capital of the Seville Empire was defeated, the famous general Fallen, masters are wiped out, and such a charming night has appeared before, I can't think of a small Zenit Empire, there is also a soul that can sense the sky and stars, and there is more than one!"
"One day, the people of Zenit will stand under the night sky of Camp Nou, the imperial capital of Barcelona, and enjoy the same beauty."
Beside Emperor Yassin, the great knight commander Akinfeev cursed angrily with his long sword leaning on the ground and barely standing. His mouth was bleeding.
Half an hour ago, he arrived in time and witnessed the madness of Christo. In a rage, he wanted to assassinate the fourth prince, Christo, but was stopped by Leo Messi. The young supreme first person of the moon-level Dzogchen powerhouse exists, and no one can kill the biggest traitor of the Zenit Empire.
"Maybe, there is no eternal empire in this world."
Messi shrugged and smiled: "However, you have no chance to see that day, and, to be honest, even if the Barcelona empire falls, I don't think the poor Zenit people can do it."
Indeed, Barcelona, known as the number one military power in the continent of Azeroth, is full of masters, hard to measure, and is a powerful existence that can hardly be provoked.
Emperor Yaxin sneered and remained silent.
"Do you still recognize me?"
On the opposite side, the Eindhoven woman suddenly stepped out and stared at Akinfeev.
"Bitch Eindhoven, why does this seat recognize you?"
Akinfeev sneered.
"I remember two years ago, in the battle of Wusheng Mountain in St. Petersburg, Krasic died in battle, and Costacurta, the first Eindhoven general, was defeated and captured. It was you who pierced his shoulder blades and sent him to the black prison, and finally sent him back to Egypt. Inhowin's sentence is a cold corpse, I am Costacurta's daughter, Frankie."
The woman smiled triumphantly.
"Do you know why the warriors in Barcelona can escape your search after entering St. Petersburg? Do you know who found Christo, the Zenit prince, when he was most desperate and depressed, and encouraged him to rebel against Zenit? Know Who really planned the destruction plan of the Central Magic Tower?"
This woman had the same expression as the previous Christo, with a kind of madness after releasing hatred and depression, hahaha laughed and said: "Yes, it's me, ever since I watched you and King Chambord arrested on the outer wall of the St. Petersburg station. The moment I left my father, I swore that I would take revenge. I made a lot of preparations, planted a lot of pawns in St. Petersburg, arranged a lot of secret organizations, and the seeds of hatred took root in my heart. All of this, It's all for today, and today, I got the richest reward, now, you Zenit, you are going to be over, ah ha ha!"
The face of the woman named Frankie was full of joy and madness of revenge.