Hearing that Sauron invited Lambonis and the subordinates of the old leader to the palace for a discussion, Mendrisa raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Sauron, then I..."
"You don't have to, my lord bishop. I think the teachers are more than competent in marching and fighting." Sauron refused politely.
Mendriza wanted to say something more, but Lambonis stopped him, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will avenge Habes for you!"
Mendriza nodded emphatically and said nothing more. Sauron glanced at him and smiled coldly. He winked at Wessel again, the commander of the personal guards didn't know that Sauron's palace had now turned into a devil's den, but he also knew that there was something unusual in it. As for what was unusual, he naturally would not take his life to explore it. Sauron's eyes are not looking good now, so naturally he won't make any good ideas.
Wessel heard the string song and knew the elegance, nodded immediately, and then put on a respectful expression and said: "Teacher Lambert, please follow me."
After Lambonis, the bloody knight, left, the atmosphere in the conference hall eased up. Mendriza retreated wisely, and the meeting could continue only when the fainted ministers woke up slowly. It’s just that the content of the next meeting was a bit lacklustre. After Mendriza’s revenge for his son Habes was bypassed, the agenda was only carried out according to the previous links.
The only thing that is strange is that the Odson family did not make any remarks during the whole meeting, even though they were as furious as Mendriza some time ago. So Sauron began to feel a little drowsy in the bland reports, and he didn't cheer up a little until the affairs of the Knights.
In the knight group, a tall and handsome figure came into Sauron's eyes. That was the Legion Commander of the 11th Division "Bloody Rose" Yafidi. This Legion Commander's appearance was recognized as the most beautiful among the Knights. Yafidi has long water-blue hair, and her skin is so fair that water will overflow when pressed. Those flowing pupils match Yafidi's graceful appearance. A casual stop will make some aristocratic masters with special hobbies drool.
But no one would dare to think of this legion commander. After all, the prefix "Blood" was added to the name "Rose", which matched his appearance and temperament.
After Yafidi stood up, he saluted Sauron first. He half-run on the ground, punched the ground, and pressed the other hand on his chest, which is the etiquette of the knight order. After saluting, Yafidi said in his neutral and slightly feminine voice: "Master Sauron, Commander Signe asked me to tell me before the meeting that he seems to have important matters and needs to contact you remotely."
"Understood." Sauron nodded, and said, "Connect me to the brain of the command center of the 4th branch. I want to communicate with Signe."
This order is not clearly issued to anyone, but there is always someone who executes it. After a while, a light screen appeared in front of the abutment, and then images appeared inside. Signe, the tall and melancholy leader of the 4th branch, appeared on the light screen.
"What's the matter, Signe?" Sauron asked directly.
As before, Signe habitually turned the nameless ring on his little finger before saying, "I need reinforcements, Lord Sauron."
"Reinforcement?" Sauron said with a flash of his eyes, "Do you think those pirates will attack Facelo?"
"There is at least a 50% possibility." Signe said lightly: "After all, we are too close to Roaring Bay, and Phacero's resources are so disproportionate to its defense. If I were a pirate, I would They will choose to attack Facero. After the battle of Roaring Gulf, they don't have many resources. If they want to get supplies, and even if they have a little bit of ambition, Facero is their best choice."
"And if I'm the only knight order, it's obvious that I can't defend it. Besides, the real mission of my 4th branch is to protect the road of destiny!"
"That's true, I understand, let Yafidi assist you." Sauron quickly made a decision.
"Thank you for your support, my lord." Signe said.
After the communication was cut off, Zoro only gestured to Yafidi. The latter nodded and stood up. The cloak fluttered, and the handsome legion commander left the hall with graceful steps.
While Yafidi was leaving, Lambonis and his subordinates came to Sauron's palace. Almost all of the subordinates brought by Lambonis were former colleagues. Among the dozen or so people, the youngest was in his forties. The average ability of these people is around the sixth or seventh level, and their personal combat power is not commendable, but their ability to lead troops is not comparable to those officers of the same level today.
Among these people, two or three have pioneered the blood-stained road with Lambonis. Except that the level of ability does not meet the standards set by the knight order, other aspects are sufficient for the post of legion commander. Originally, these retired military officers got a colony of different sizes as the welfare of these veterans, and Lambonis even got a rich colonial island.
Now they give up their easy life and prepare to rush to the front line. On the one hand, it was out of respect for Lambonis, the old boss, and on the other hand, it was the fighting spirit that had never aged out that was calling them. So they stood here, and under the leadership of Wessel, Lambonis and the others came to Sauron's palace.
Lambonis frowned his gray eyebrows, Sauron's palace seemed a little too deserted. He said indifferently: "When will that kid Sauron no longer need guards?"
Since Gaia occupied the palace, Sauron withdrew the Silver Hand out of the palace. With Gaia in charge, anyone who doesn't have a good eye to break into the palace can only be considered unlucky for him. It's just that in the eyes of Lambonis, this kind of arrangement seems somewhat abnormal.
Wessel laughed and said, "Lord Sauron's thoughts are far from what we can fathom. If Mr. Lambonis has any doubts, why don't you ask him in person later?" The question was cleverly kicked at Zoro. Lambonis just found it strange, but didn't plan to delve into this issue.
The commander of the personal guards pushed open the door, and a gust of cold wind blew out from the dimly lit palace, which made the blood freeze. It was afternoon at this time, but the light in the palace was not so sufficient. But Lambonis is not too old to be dim-witted. With a glance, he can see that there is almost no furniture in the palace, which makes the whole palace look a bit empty.
"Teacher, please." Wessel laughed.
Lambonis nodded heavily and stepped in. But when the old officers behind were about to go in, they were stopped by Wessel. The commander of the personal guard smiled and said, "Everyone, please hand over your weapons."
An elderly officer stared, but saw Lambonis nodded before handing over the weapon on his body. In a short while, Wessel took four or five long swords and seven or eight pistols. He handed all these things to a Silver Hand knight, and then said: "Thank you for your cooperation, please rest assured. When everyone leaves, I will return the originals."
Then he made a gesture of invitation, and seeing these retired veterans walk into Sauron's palace, Wessel showed an imperceptible smile. Not to mention taking back their weapons, it's still unknown whether these people will be able to get out. Wessel slowly closed the door for them. When the door was completely closed, the veteran soldier who was unhappy just now said in a low voice: "Lord Lambonis, I feel a little strange."
"Don't worry, this is the Pope's Hall, I don't dare to mess around with Sauron. Let's wait for him first and see what tricks he can play." Lambonis snorted heavily in his nostrils, and turned around, He said again: "What the hell is Sauron doing, Nuoda's palace doesn't even have a chair."
When one of the veterans turned to a load-bearing column, he suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and squatted down to look at it for a while. Then said: "My lord, there is something strange here."
Lambonis went up, and under the veteran's finger, a deep mark appeared on the pillar. The notches run from top to bottom, obliquely across the column. The incision is smooth, it is as if something like a high-energy beam passes by to create such a smooth incision. Lambonis put his hand on it, but read more. Among them is the residual murderous aura, which cannot be said to be strong, but it is deep enough, as deep as a dark pool, enough to submerge anyone in it.
"My lord? My lord?"
The call of the veteran beside him brought Lambonis back to his senses. He couldn't help but ponder why there were such murderous incisions in Sauron's palace? Even if something happened before, logically speaking, Sauron should order someone to repair it. And now that the incision is still here, does it mean that there is still danger in the palace
"Let's go!" Lambonis made a decisive decision, stood up and said, "Let's leave..."
Before he finished speaking, a sharp murderous intent gushed out from the depths of the palace like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. Just because of the sympathetic energy, Lambonis felt chills and aches all over his body, as if being cut by a cold blade.
"Be careful!" As soon as he had time to warn, a few dark rays of light appeared in Lambonis' eyes. These rays of light all appeared on the bodies of these veterans brought by him, either on the necks, or waists, or slashing straight, or slashing horizontally! One of them even slanted towards him. Lambornis clearly caught the light trail, but it seemed that the person was in the mud. No matter what, he couldn't lift the long sword pressed on the handle.
He was the only one who was allowed to enter the palace with a weapon. When it was a matter of life and death, Lambonis finally showed his due level. Amidst the violent shouting, the power all over his body soared, breaking through the feeling of binding his hands and feet in one fell swoop. Immediately, the person seemed to break out of the water, and all kinds of reactions were extremely fast.
Draw your sword!
Block!
A black line was printed on the sword that was only half drawn out, and there was a bang. The force rushed in, pushing Lambonis back involuntarily. The old regiment leader snorted, pulled out the rest of the sword with all his strength, took advantage of the situation and swung it up, and finally bounced the black thread out, hitting the dome of the palace, leaving a smooth incision like a pillar.
But others were not so lucky, a dozen or so veterans still maintained their previous postures. Then some of the upper and lower bodies were dislocated, some heads flew up, and some were directly divided into two halves. They died in different ways, without exception, after their bodies were dismembered, they all exploded one by one. After more than a dozen muffled sounds in a row, blood and meat were scattered all over the floor, and even Lambonis was stained with blood by Ken Jian.
Lambonis trembled all over and shouted angrily, "Who is it!"
Only his voice echoed in the palace, and when the tail disappeared, Lambonis heard a cold voice behind him: "I should ask this question, I have clearly confessed... . Oh, I see. You are the food sent by Sauron."
Lambonis turned around with a cautious attitude, without showing any flaws, showing the level that a regiment leader should have. Then he saw a man standing quietly behind him, with silver long hair hanging in the middle of his shoulders on both sides, and on his handsome face, the pupil on the left was a strange golden color. There was a cruel smile on his lips, and the eyes staring at him made Lamberis feel very familiar.
In an instant, Lamborius knew why it felt familiar. Because when he was hunting, he would also show such eyes when looking at a dying prey.
The man was wearing a black leather trench coat with a button-breasted trim that looked like a military uniform. There was no wind in the room, but the hem of the windbreaker fluttered slightly, like a burning black flame. He was holding the scabbard in one hand, but in the other he was holding a long and narrow saber nearly three meters long. On the tip of the knife, there are dissociated black electric fires jumping lightly, and from time to time a beam will fly across the space.
As a result, there was a burning smell quietly in the air.
"Who are you? Why are you here!" Lambonis looked the man up and down, shook his head and said, "You are not from the Pope's Hall, why are you in Sauron's palace!"
"It seems that you don't know at all. I understand that Sauron is planning to kill people with a knife." The man smiled slightly and said, "Forget it, although it's a bit unpleasant. But now, I am indeed a little hungry. It seems that you are A little old, but barely worthy of being my food."
"Aren't you honored, human?" The man smiled lightly.
"You call me human?" Lambonis' pupils shrank: "Then what are you!"
"I'm a god, so I'm naturally on a different level from you!" With a slight smile, the man leaned forward and turned into a black light to hit him.
"This joke is not funny at all!" Lambonis shouted, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into dazzling energy flames. Slashed out in an instant, but a man's figure and his overgrown saber appeared at the place where it hit the void.
The energy flames rose and shrank, quickly condensed, and gathered into a little brilliance at the contact point of the opponent's saber. Then it exploded with a bang, and the energy ripples of the beam surged, pulling the explosive wind and pushing the two away.
"It's interesting." The silver-haired man chuckled, his body seemed to violate the laws of physics. Under the impetus of the explosion, it floated up, and with a light step in mid-air, people were killed like lightning.
Lambonis' pupils dilated violently, and amidst the loud shouts, the jacket on his body exploded into thousands of butterflies, and the flying debris covered the man.
Every piece of debris here is full of the energy of the old leader, no less than a piece of gun. But the silver-haired man was unafraid and walked through the debris. Strangely, the energy on the debris disappeared completely, so the debris really became debris, and the pieces flew away feebly.
Lambonis's eyes were wide open, and he could hardly believe this fact.
In the next second, the man had already been killed, turning into a ball of sword light and entangled Lambonis.
Lambonis is already good at sword skills, otherwise he would not be able to teach a student who is known as a swordsman. However, the fighting skill of the one in front of him is even better than him, and the long and narrow sword is in the hands of the silver-haired man. Sometimes it opens and closes like a two-handed broadsword, chopping straight and vertically, with the knife weighing more than a mountain;
In the hands of the silver-haired man, a saber performed all the advantages of various weapons. Only now did Lambonis know that his own sword skills were not commendable in the eyes of the opponent. What made the old leader even more chilling was that the man's eyes always fell on him, and Lambonis became more chilling as he beat him.
After forgetting how many knives were blocked, Lambonis suddenly felt the pressure in front of him disappear, and the dazzling light of the knives disappeared. But the next moment, the man slashed at him again.
When the knife was cut out, there was a sharp whistling sound immediately. Lambonis didn't have time to think about it, and raised his knife to block it, but suddenly felt that his body was empty. Fang Zi woke up, and every time he blocked the man's knife just now, the energy in his body dropped by one point. At first he thought it was natural consumption, but now it seems that his energy has been exhausted in less than 3 minutes, this speed is too abnormal.
The silver-haired man finally smiled and said, "I just found out now? It's too late!" After speaking, Lambonis had to grit his teeth to block it.
When there was a sound, the loud and clear clashing sound continued to echo in the palace.
The silver-haired man put away his saber leisurely, put the long saber back into its sheath, and gave Lambonis a faint look. The latter suddenly trembled all over his body, and then a blood line appeared in the middle of his forehead, and the blood line quickly extended straight down, passed the old regiment leader's face, and finally sank into the neck socket under the collar. The next moment, a wave of blood spurted out from the middle of Lambonis' body, and then the old regiment leader's body fell straight to the ground.
"It can't be split, there are two strokes." The silver-haired man smiled, and glanced at the palace again, everywhere was already stained red with blood. He didn't speak, just took a deep breath.
So Lambonis' corpse and other veterans turned into a colorful brilliance, and these brilliance spread again, whether it was internal organs, blood or bones. The remains of the dead scattered in the palace turned into clusters of brilliance, and finally gathered into beams of energy flames, all crashing into the body of the silver-haired man.
Suddenly, the palace was surrounded by flames. But in the blink of an eye, all these flames were absorbed into the man's body, and looking at the whole palace, how could there be any trace of blood? Not to mention the blood, even the corpse disappeared.
If Zero is here now, then he must be surprised. Because what the silver-haired man did just now was the technique of transforming matter into energy and reabsorbing it, which is completely opposite to his ability!