Christmas, there are no gifts that can be handed out, let's throw it at the beginning and bury someone, the number 1 has been let go in the alienation, and the number 2 is the new one...
Wedge Mayfly
Clouds floated in the sky, the faint moonlight on the clouds.
It was late at night, and the mighty movement on the plain had not stopped. The flames spread, shouting and killing the sky, and the fireballs thrown by the catapults swept across the night sky from time to time, across the low trees, and went to the end of the field of vision. Pieces of dilapidated manor and castle, soldiers charged in this night.
The troops rushing ahead are already extremely elite troops. They are divided into six directions and surround the manor and castle at the end of the field of vision. Although the numbers and flags are different, the combat effectiveness and cooperation of each unit are quite high. The radiance of fighting qi, the various destructive magics of the battle mage, the blessings and healing techniques to assist the battle are boiling over there, the boiling spots of light in the sea of people, and various colors and forms are constantly blooming, woven into a sea of death-like light, that The castle is constantly under attack in this ocean.
Compared with the fiery impact of the impact here and the shouting and killing of the sky, although the other side of the battle will also bring out a huge shock, but there is no sound of shouting and killing. Under the night sky, most of the buildings outside the castle have been destroyed, and the remaining Half of the core also trembled and peeled off under the constant impact, and the threat of the trebuchet constantly streaked across the sky, lighting up a lot of light when it fell to the ground. The bodies buried by the boulders just crawled out silently, some bodies were lit by the firelight, the flames were burning, the fireman rushed into the battle like that, and finally was burned to ashes in the silent battle. .
There was no shouting, no begging, no crying, just silently greeted the troops on the opposite side rushing hysterically and screaming.
The castle is full of undead.
In the 528th year of the Warring States Calendar, the siege of Sharjah Barrymore, the most evil necromancer on the continent, has entered the final stage.
This holy war, initiated by the Holy See and involving the army of six nearby countries, has been going on for more than half a year. The original nameless Fort of Thorns in the province of Salmon has thus become a well-known darkness and evil in the whole continent. place.
In the previous seven-year war to destroy the Rhine Empire, the most tragic turmoil broke out in the province of Salmon. After the turmoil, there was a spreading plague. There were no aboriginal people. Zeji lives in the desert, and the situation near Fort of Thorns is even more serious. In the war that once broke out, it is said that more than 100,000 people were slaughtered here, both the army and the civilians. , Only then did someone come here and found the dark sky that was erected and the rebuilt Fort of Thorns, and then they also knew the name of the Necromancer.
Sharjah Barrymore, whose family used to be a nobleman of the Rhine Empire, was executed as a heretic a few years ago for practicing undead magic. After knowing that he built a castle here to train an army of undead, people were even more excited. He was called the last wraith of the Rhine Empire.
Necromancers manipulate the dead and blaspheme life. No matter what era they are, they are unforgivable heresies. There have been several chaos caused by necromancers on the mainland. Compared with the disaster that spread like locusts, the dark sky that appeared this time is not big, it just quietly entrenched in the most desolate end of the province of Sammon, just like an inconspicuous A small town, but no one would suspect that the other party was accumulating power in an attempt to subvert the entire continent.
At first, the Holy See only issued a clean-up mission through the Black Tower Council, and it also sent the Knights to encircle and suppress it. However, when they entered the dark sky, they discovered that almost every undead here has a level seven or even. When the power of the fourteenth level or above, and even several of the power beyond the twenty-first level, possessed the legendary field, everyone felt the pressure brought by the necromancer.
For a long time, necromancers have taken the road that blooms everywhere, and most of the undead are fragile, but in the era of war, the materials are everywhere, fighting against necromancers, once your companions fall down, and then stand up, maybe Becoming an enemy is the most frustrating and terrifying thing. But the enemy in front of him seems to have taken a different approach, raising the power of every undead to a terrifying level. The undead with a power of 7 or above is not afraid of the sun, and the power of the holy light is greatly weakened. Level 14 and above can even stand against the Holy Light. Once such a undead army spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable.
At this time, the mainland was still chaotic. In the first year and a half after the Holy See issued the mission, the bounty continued to increase, and countless mercenary groups also returned under this dark sky. The name of Sharjah Barrymore was passed down like a plague. All over the continent, and then, even two legendary warriors were killed after they entered the dark sky. Combined with the destruction caused by the necromancer on the mainland, although the other party's undead army has not expanded, such silence has formed a greater deterrent, and no one knows when he will go crazy.
Sharjah Barrymore's past was excavated. He used to be a member of the Barrymore family, one of the oldest families in the Rhine Empire. He was disqualified from inheritance because he was a mixture of nobles and commoners. Twisted, perhaps because of this, he sought strength in the extreme heresy of necromancy. In the Seven Years' War, he and his sister betrayed their country. His sister was sacked for rebellion, and his most evil place was Forge his sister's corpse into a necromancer. In the latter part of the Seven Years' War, he even practiced necromancy among the refugees. There is even a saying that he must be responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people near the Fort of Thorns... Such a monster with an extremely distorted personality , will certainly commit crimes against humanity and society, no doubt.
At this time, although the Rhine Empire was shattered, and the various countries were still fighting endlessly, but under the shadow of the undead, the social situation was turbulent. It was not until half a year ago that the Holy See finally united the forces of the six nearby countries and launched a holy war.
The army was dispatched. However, in the first four months, due to the failure of various countries to do their best, the attack on this small land near Fort of Thorns was almost an inch. By two months ago, everyone realized the great threat of this necromancer. , each compromised, took out the most elite force to attack, and finally achieved the victory. Until this time, the battle line was pressed into the core of Thorns Fort.
The six-nation coalition continued to attack around the Fort of Thorns. Behind the front, the place where the fire was bright was also where the leaders of the six countries and the Holy See gathered, and a group of the most elite reserve teams were also gathering here. Noel's Rose Knights, Istan's Black Knights, Fenrir's Fire Wolf Guards, the mysterious guards known as the "Central Dogma" in the Holy See... Of course, their mission is not to engage in conventional operations, more In fact, it is to invest in a situation that may be out of control in the end, and to protect the safety of some big people.
At this time, in front of this camp, there are two emperors, three dukes, three marquis and a cardinal whose status is second only to the Pope. These are the most elite knights in various countries, and they are more protected here. security. Now on the grassy slope in front of the camp, they are watching the battle from a distance. It is already the last and most tense moment of the battle. light.
Magic, the light of fighting spirit, the light of fire, different armies have different combat areas, but they have all been pressed into the interior of the Thorns Castle, constantly destroying the huge black castle. Although the coalition forces were powerful, the resistance of the undead army still did not weaken. The black and gray grudges, the necromantic spells pouring out from the broken sky, or corrosion or curses, extended like tentacles like raging tides, on the side of the castle, There were even two strong men who entered the legendary realm fighting fiercely. However, the most shocking thing at this time was actually the battle that broke out in the castle.
It was a black dragon.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, this huge black dragon descended from the sky, and the roar of "Sharjah!" enveloped the entire battlefield. The huge body tried to break into the core of the castle with the huge power that entered the legendary realm, and was then blocked by another figure. Halfway through, another legendary powerhouse who belonged to the coalition joined the battle, besieging the powerhouse on the undead side with the dragon. Although the army in the rear extended the front line by hundreds of meters, when this area became a place where three forces collided, no one dared to rush up.
The power of the black dragon is astonishingly powerful. With the attack of a legendary powerhouse, it should have been called invincible. However, after a quarter of an hour, the figure that resisted in the middle of the castle was one against two, but it was a single step. Did not back down. Looking at the past at this time, the battle situation is unclear, but in general, the dragon is powerful, and there are also a large number of reserve teams here. Everyone is just watching the development of the battle. From a distance, the dragon roared again: " Sharjah—"
The dragon's voice is somewhat different from the human voice, but it speaks in human language, and there is always a trace to follow. The dragon's voice seems to be full of resentment, but it seems to have known Sharjah Barrymore before. Everyone was a little strange about the appearance of this giant dragon. At this time, Duke Arman of the Principality of Fenrir asked the cardinal who was sitting not far away: "Sir Bishop, the appearance of this giant dragon is not the Holy See. The assistance requested from Dragon's Cliff?"
The cardinal named Dolores looked over there and shook his head: "Dragon Cliff did not respond to this incident, but heretics like Sharjah Barrymore have had countless grudges in the past. It is not surprising to have offended this dragon."
Not many people noticed that after saying this, Dolores glanced at Grace Farrell, the queen of the Duchy of Noel, and then calmly returned to the battlefield.
"Haha, no matter what, the combination of Master Herbert and a giant dragon, if there is only one person over there, I don't think it's possible to stop it." Duke Yarman laughed to himself, "But there is no undead. Fear, the stamina is relatively long, but you can hold on for a while. How long will it take to break through, who wants to bet with me?"
Fenrir's people are heroic and gambling. At this time, everyone's heart is tense. Some people understand something, some people don't understand. Istan's black knight commander, Grand Duke Steve frowned slightly and shook his head. He shook his head: "Yarman, you don't even know who is there."
"Whoever he is, he's just a dead man—"
Before the words were spoken, on the battlefield at the end of the field of vision, a phantom suddenly shrouded in it. It was three huge black shadows formed by fighting Qi, and the spiritual pressure spread in all directions. In an instant, the far-flung distance reached this place, and there was no sound, but the incomparably solemn sound reached everyone's heart like a holy sing. The lethal power, but the nearby priests and priests still put up a protective shield against the mental shock in an instant, and the spiritual pressure spread in an instant like a wave.
Over there, the figure formed of fighting qi waved a huge black sword. The sword light ripped apart the sky and slashed down, bringing an amazing blood light on the dragon's body, slashing the black dragon's body several times. Hundred meters away, rumbling and rolling in the ruins.
Duke Yarman stood up abruptly: "That... that is... "
"Three kings kill." Someone answered for him.
"How, how is it possible! How can the undead be able to kill the three kings..." He said a few words, and then reacted, "Ah, that is..."
While speaking, the other side of the field of vision lost the strength of the dragon's cooperation, and another Martial Saint Herbert with legendary power was also hit by a sword and flew out like a cannonball.
"Angelina..." Grand Duke Steve said the name slowly, "... Barrymore."
Angelina Barrymore. Sharjah Barrymore's sister. He was the most dazzling general at the end of the Rhine Empire and one of the youngest Sword Saints on the continent. She was originally the adopted daughter of Barrymore's Marquis of Lanster, but she has an unparalleled talent in swordsmanship. Few people know why this most dazzling general star at the end of the enemy country became the commander of the Sixth Legion of the Rhine Empire. The rebellion, but in any case, the rebellion was finally suppressed. Even if she was already a swordsman who stepped into the legendary realm at that time, she was no match for six or seven legendary powerhouses including the Holy See, the entire Rhine Principality and her teacher, the swordsman Camuel. The attack was finally decapitated by her teacher, Camuel, and fell like a meteor.
Only later did people know that Sharjah Barrymore stole his sister's body before burial and made it into a living corpse, which is also Sharjah Barrymore's most evil crime ever.
The Rhine Empire had fought several times with Istan, and Angelina once led the Sixth Army to defeat Grand Duke Steve personally, which is why he was so familiar with this figure. But no matter whether the people present knew about the female Sword Saint who had turned into a walking corpse at the end of the field of vision, when the spirit pressure of this type of Three Kings Killing was passed on, everyone was deeply shocked by it.
Angelina originally inherited the lineage of Sword Saint Camuel, but the martial arts that she is really good at is the most famous martial arts "Four Realms" of the Barrymore family. This "Three Kings Killing" is the most obvious feature of the "Four Realms". One of the tricks is to use one trick to arouse the resonance of spiritual power with its own power, showing the figures of the three ancient emperors on the mainland who symbolized "justice", "courage" and "broadness". During the battle, it is said that a bishop of the Holy See who practiced great prophecy and possessed legendary power was cut off from the causal power of the magic net by this move, and was smashed by a sword.
But no matter how much Angelina can use this trick when she is alive, this trick requires the resonance of mood and spiritual power. Now that she is dead, how can she resonate with justice, courage and greatness? Spirit, in the past, the three kings were slaughtered, the fighting spirit extended, and the three figures all descended in the form of golden brilliance. At this time, what happened to the spirit body gathered by the three black figures
"That dragon... didn't suffer any fatal injuries, are you showing mercy?"
"Anyway, this level is sad."
"Haha, no one thought that this would be a good battle, I've been prepared for it!" Yarman smiled and waved his hand, not caring about what he said just now.
"That's right, there are still so many people who haven't really shot, even if it's not them..." On the side, Victor, the emperor of the Coleman Empire, spoke slowly. This is a man in his early thirties with a beard, majestic and handsome. The co-existing young emperor was halfway through his words. He paused and looked at Grace Farrell who was not far away, "Even if it wasn't them, if His Majesty Grace made a move, it is estimated that Angelina or Sharjah, Are they all hand-to-hand?"
Victor and Grace are both emperors, so stepping into such a critical situation at this time is actually very meaningful. Externally, it may be saying that two emperors are driving their own expeditions to crusade against evil necromancers, but internally, they have their own opinions. At this time, Victor's speech seems to be slightly ironic, and it may sound like a chicken to others. The monarch of another country went to die, but Yarman smiled with the entourage next to him, and whispered, "The young couple quarreled."
The Coleman Empire is a big country that rivals the former Rhine Empire. Victor is in his thirties, inheriting the throne, and his own abilities are also very outstanding, while the Duchy of Noel is relatively small. Grace, the queen, is similar in age, also in her thirties. , Not married, she is extremely beautiful and has an outstanding temperament, but no one ever thinks she is weak.
The experience of this queen is also unusual. She has a magical cultivation in the legendary realm. She was once a female genius as famous as Angelina. Later, she killed her father and killed her brother to become the queen. The red carpet under the throne was also paved with blood. In fact, despite his peaceful administration after he succeeded to the throne, he has always been ruthless and merciless in dealing with the enemy. The reason why Arman thought it was a quarrel between the young couple was because Victor had proposed to Grace a few months ago, and this time the two came over, in a sense, they were considered to be a joint or a blind date. .
At this time, after listening to the other party's words, Grace Farrell, who had been quietly looking at the battlefield, turned her eyes away coldly and looked at Victor over there. If it is really flirting, such a face-to-face meeting may be very interesting, but she herself is a powerhouse in the legendary realm. Although the power has not been unfolded at this time, in the cold eyes, the coercion is extremely high. After a while, maybe In the spirit of good men not fighting with women, Victor turned his eyes away and shrugged slightly, his expression... as if he was unhappy or unwilling.
In any case, there are always people who know something in this place. When Grace turned her eyes to the battlefield again, the old duke beside Victor turned his body over and sighed.
"She is like an elemental bottle now, it will explode when touched. At this time, why do you have to order her, Your Majesty..."
Victor didn't speak, but after a while, he stood up from his seat, put on a long cloak, and turned to leave: "I'll go for a walk."
Before he left the field, on the battlefield over there, the atmosphere seemed to change. A slight silence and depression came over. He stopped and looked back. The battle had not stopped, the soldiers were still charging, but the atmosphere It became stagnant, and for the first time in many days, the atmosphere of this battlefield seemed to be quiet.
After a while, the report came.
The front of the undead began to shrink.
"The last time... is coming." Victor murmured, and then ordered the people around him, "Call a few masters... Get ready."
The vision swept across the battlefield, across the river of light formed by the crowds and conflicts, and we entered the core of the ancient castle.
The vibration came from the outside, constantly shaking the black building, the flames of war burned, and the light shone through the glazed windows.
"Going down the mountain from the trail behind the castle, the knight promised the princess that he must find the shield with the power of the earth and the sword with the power of fire, then find the twig of the world tree, come back to kill the evil necromancer and rescue the beautiful princess, Restoring peace to the earth, so he walked over nine high mountains..."
Slow and gentle voices resounded in the space, almost to dilute the urgent sounds from the outside world. It was a big house, but it was already small and crowded because of the people gathered at this time, the house had thick walls, a beautiful fireplace, tables and chairs large and small, g, the light of candles illuminated This room swayed with the vibration, and occasionally sand and stones rustled down. The man was sitting on a chair by the fireplace, slowly turning over the huge pages in his hands. The pages had illustrations and were full of fairy tales.
The children gathered in the room, packed the room, and listened to him tell the stories. I don't know how many children are sitting or standing, many of them are lying on the g, and some children are sitting on the shoulders of the older children in front of them, dazed, laughing, whispering, they... can move.
The children's clothes are actually clean, but if ordinary people are here, they will smell a strong corpse odor.
The fighting continued outside, the man sat there, quietly talking about the story in the storybook, his hair was long, all white, but not elegant or pretty, a little messy, even a little sparse, His body and face are very thin under the long hair. When telling the story, there is a slight smile on his face, which is a peaceful and quiet smile, but his eyes are deadly, and his age cannot be seen from the appearance. The dust occasionally fell in the room with the trembling of the castle. He talked for a long time, and he was a little thirsty. He reached for the tea cup on the stool beside him. After putting it to his mouth, he found that there was no more tea in the cup, but a layer of it had accumulated. Ash, so he put it back again, reaching out and turning the storybook another page.
"He got the shield, so he hurried back... The dragon gave him the ring he had blessed... He finally passed the dangerous mountain range and came to the world tree, the world tree is so big... So, he finally climbed Climbed to the top of the branch... stabbed the sword into the heart of the evil mage, and all the guards stopped moving..."
He has been speaking this fairy tale in a gentle and methodical manner. At some point in the battlefield outside, there seems to be a shout of "Sharjah" mixed with the accent of the dragon language, but he did not stop. Finally, the fairy tale book has turned to the last page.
"The world has returned to peace, and the prince and princess are living happily together..." He smiled and said these words earnestly. After he finished speaking, he looked at the illustration for a long time before finally turning it over. He opened the back cover of the fairy tale book and looked at the children in the room.
"Okay, it's very late, the story is over, everyone go back to the room to sleep."
The children stood up, there was a loud noise in the room, and some even called out "Ah-", stretched out, and started pouring out of the door. There is a dark, circular corridor outside. Although you can see the battlefield outside, there is no damage here, not even the trebuchet has been damaged here. The corridor is lit with fire, this is to let the children They conveniently returned to their room, and then, the white-haired man also came out. He was wearing a long robe, so thin that he seemed to be blown away by the wind.
far away.
The front of the battlefield, the catapult position.
"Find… "
"Find the target—"
"Prepare the magic sign..."
"Hurry up!"
"Hit him! You must hit him—"
The firelight on the corridor became the most obvious sign in the darkness. In an instant, the entire battlefield boiled, some boiling, and some gradually dying. This is a different reaction that spreads due to tension. On the promenade, the man watched the children running to different rooms ahead, followed with a smile, and then the light lit up his profile.
The huge fireball thrown by the trebuchet slid across the sky.
"Sleep well."
As he walked forward, a child pushed open the door and entered the room in front of him. Fireballs swept toward him one by one.
boom--
The fire was everywhere, and the gravel flew around. In front, a huge round stone with fire blasted in from the side of the corridor. Some children who were still running flew out in the fire, but he did not stop it. Half the corridor was full of fire. All began to crack and collapse, but he just walked forward.
"Sleep well..."
The collapsed and burning stones blocked his front, but he didn't care. When he walked over, the stones were naturally eroded away, and all the obstacles disintegrated in front of him, allowing him to pass, and some of the ground was actually It has collapsed, but when he passed, his footsteps were volleyed on the road that was no longer there.
"Sleep well."
This piece of the castle began to collapse at an accelerated rate. He walked on the corridor that no longer existed in mid-air, slammed on the door that didn't exist, and said goodnight to the children who didn't exist. Nothing could hurt him. Then, he again Enter the castle interior.
All the way down, he walked into a room.
This is a simple but clean room. The woman is sitting on a chair at the end of the room and seems to be waiting for him to come. When she sees him coming in, she smiles and he also walks over there. The woman is actually Tall, but well-proportioned and slender, not visually fat or strong, with a charming heroic look between his eyebrows, sitting there at this time, wearing a thin armor, a female samurai uniform, a huge sword leaning against the wall, The name of the sword is "Hengcheng".
He walked over and sat down on the ground beside the woman. The woman stretched out her hand, put her arms around his shoulders, and made him lean on her thigh. The castle was still shaking, and the two of them were silent. Leaning against each other, quietly, and I don't know how long it took, when the man stood up, the woman had closed her eyes and was quiet, as if she was asleep.
He looked at the woman's face and then hugged her. A coffin had already appeared in the middle of the room. He walked towards the coffin and put the woman's body into the coffin. He stared at the face for a while, then picked up a black book from the table next to him, walked a few steps, walked back, picked up the quill on the table, opened the title page of the book, and added a line:
Nothing dies, nothing revives.
He put the book in the coffin and closed the lid.
On that day, I suddenly understood that fate is like a river of wind, and people are in it, no matter how powerful they are, they can't struggle a little bit.
"I'm sorry, sister, I can't accompany you to the end..."
He slapped it down.
rumbling--
The whole earth is shaking, the castle is rustling, and the outer layer begins to collapse at an accelerated rate. On the floor of the room is a deep pit with an invisible bottom. The coffin is buried deep in this layer, and the magic power has begun to run. Collapse, no one will come to investigate, and even if it is pursued, even the strong in the legendary realm will be seriously injured by the huge explosion at the moment when the coffin is forcibly opened. In any case, the power of the Holy Light in it will destroy the corpse of my sister. Purification, in whatever form, may my sister rest in peace.
But he couldn't accompany his sister to sleep here, his body must be seen by those people.
He walked over and picked up the giant sword in the corner. This giant sword itself is not a divine weapon. It has experienced thousands of battles, and there are countless gaps on the blade. However, even so, when it fell into his hands, a fierce The unyielding and unyielding aura still spread out.
"Hengcheng, let's go..."
Then, he heard singing.
They heard singing.
In the distance, the singing from the ruined castle at the end of the battlefield had no melody, and the lyrics were completely unclear. However, the humming of the thousands of undead still in stock at this time still spread throughout the night sky.
"Four Days to Die Song..."
Someone slowly said the name. This is a song that the undead have hummed every night for the past two years. The tune is weird. I don't know who gave it such a name. It's like a requiem. melody of hell. At this most eerie quiet moment, the melody sounded again. They looked over there quietly, listened quietly, and at some point, Cardinal Dolores frowned, and he looked at Towards Queen Grace, I saw that she was closing her eyes and moving slightly, as if she was responding softly to something.
After a long time, Dolores suddenly said, "Through the white fog..."
Grace opened her eyes: "Through the white fog, the grass swayed in the wind..."
"...the morning light, swaying in the arms of the green trees..."
"...the poem of rain, the loneliness in the first melody..."
"This is the morning sacrificial ceremony..."
In Grace's murmur, the singing continued, but without lyrics, it sounded only gloomy humming, and the melody had become desolate. The living corpses have actually begun to decay over the years, and their vocal cords have already begun to decay. I can't make a normal sound, but I can finally make a hoarse hum. At this time of the day, the children are going to sleep, and the living corpses start to sing. Of course, maybe the person who taught them to sing this song sings it himself It's also a waste of time...
"… rain curtains shrouded the streets, dampening the twilight…"
"...the moonlight scatters, and there is a holy dance..."
"...we wait, wait, wait, wait for the dawn..."
He walked out of the room and gradually came to the inner street. The undead had already gathered on the street. He dragged the sword and greeted the people he knew amid the humming of the undead in the city. .
"Marcus..."
"Grey..."
"Hayden..."
"Lina..."
"Gabriela..."
It wasn't easy for him, who was once withdrawn, to remember the names of these people, but he remembered it anyway. When he brought them back to life in such a mass grave, he tried hard to check every one he could find. Relics, look for traces of their lives, try to remember them, as long as they can remember, they may not die so worthless.
Of course, there are not many relics that can be found. Compared with the total number of dead souls in the entire castle, there are always not many, so he bowed to them and said to them: "I'm sorry everyone..."
"I'm sorry everyone..."
As he said and said, where he walked, the undead began to fall, and only their last remaining flesh and blood spread over and began to dissolve into his body.
The final song has settled, and the battlefield has fallen into silence. The attacking army has completely discovered that something is wrong. When he saw the first human soldier, he was wrapped in flesh and blood armor and turned into a deformed giant two meters tall. Holding Hengcheng. He looked back.
Half of the castle has been caught in a sea of fire, and now it is silent in this flame. It's a pity, he originally planted a lot of trees in the castle, although because of the dark sky, it can only be planted in the shade, but it is actually quite beautiful, just like the grassland in front of him. Generally speaking, the place where the necromancer is located is mostly a rotten swamp or a burial ground. He made a grassland and many low forests. When a few teams of mercenaries came to express their doubts, he said to them: "It's called a sense of humor."
However, after it spreads out, it is estimated that it will only become a sign of evil or psychopath.
I remember someone once told him that no matter what the situation is, a good man should have a sense of humor.
Unfortunately, until now, he may not have been able to learn.
"Sharjah—"
The roar of the dragon came over, he turned his eyes to the side of the castle, the huge black dragon struggling to get up in the pool of blood, then smiled faintly, and opened his mouth slightly.
"Thank you, but... save your energy, you can't get up for a while..."
He no longer looked at the giant dragon, his eyes turned back to the light at the end of his field of vision, and then he clenched the giant sword in his hand. Although his eyes were looking into the distance, he still opened his mouth to the soldier in front.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time, so it's the first time I've fought like this... but I won't show mercy."
The next moment, he took off his gentle mask and turned into a demon.
Burst out!
"What the hell does he want to do..."
When looking at the river of blood at the end of the field of vision, everyone watching the battle was already shocked by this scene. , turned out not to be magic, but vindictive.
For the last battle, how to restrain Sharjah? Barrymore's real shot, everyone has thought about, considered, planned, although it can't say how much certainty, but in any case, this person should be a magician, a necromancer , how could he become such a martial artist who uses vindictive energy!
The legendary near-impossible dual cultivation of magic and martial arts? Or has he really reached that god-like state, the end of his power, and the same goal
The vibration above the battle formation rose to its peak almost in an instant. When the figure rushed out of the deadly silent castle, it ran into the group of soldiers at the forefront without reservation, and in the blink of an eye, it was in the field of vision. At the end, there was a river of blood that continued to extend, which was completely a torrent of blood formed by life and blood. These elite soldiers who are at the forefront are not weak when placed on the mainland. Beyond the seventh level, there are many people who can emit a grudge. However, when that force is crushed, they have no chance to escape at all. It shattered into blood and minced meat scattered all over the sky, and in the next moment, countless arrows, spears, magic used for attack, magic light used for restraint, deceleration, and curse had already gathered here.
Above the battle formation composed of thousands of people, when this kind of power gathers in one place, the situation is extremely magnificent and terrifying. In the direction of Sharjah Barrymore, it began to compress. Behind the raging tide of light, hundreds of thousands of forces were gathering at a frantic speed. When the two fronts touched, what erupted was enough to shake the earth. Thunder sounded.
rumble rumble rumble-
The terrifying magic front could not stop the rushing figure, and even barely achieved the purpose of slowing down the opponent. In the blink of an eye, he retreated a hundred meters and kept pushing back. The frontmost battle formation was directly torn out by a terrifying gap, and this road was formed by the viscous blood and meat sauce that spread amazingly on the grass.
The figure broke through the charging team in front and brought the court magic team in the back into view. The magician who was close to the legendary realm offered the strongest magic, but the light lit up, and he and the magic power were involved in a terrifying vortex of fighting qi. Spinning, turning into meat sauce with the other mages who were unfortunately involved in this straight line.
The fire exploded, and a huge catapult was smashed. Countless parts and a huge boom flew into the sky. When it fell, it was also decomposed into sawdust by the fighting qi, and merged into the blood river behind. When this terrifying force ripped apart the first front line, the strongest forces in the battle formation finally moved. In the western sky, a figure seemed to be pulled down. Clearing the clouds, trying to guide the thunder and lightning bred in the rolling black clouds, this is the magician in the legendary realm accumulating strength, and a ray of fighting spirit is like a bright meteor tearing through the night sky, suddenly piercing the night sky, stabbing straight towards Sharjah Barrymore past.
This pushed a thorn into the legendary realm, but in the vortex of Dou Qi, a brighter flower exploded, and two light paths extended from the Dou Qi in an instant, and then gathered together, the four worlds. The double points in Tianlu slashed the legendary powerhouse with a single sword.
"He's going to kill..."
"The Black Knight is ready to..."
"Fire Wolf Guard, assault on the left..."
"Let's start the central dogma..."
In the venue where the battle was originally watched, the leaders of the various forces began to move. Although they were aware of the danger, they were preparing for this moment from the beginning. The six countries and the Holy See's resources invested, no matter how powerful this person was. , and there is no possibility of retreating. When Cardinal Dolores stepped off this *platform, he looked back, only Queen Grace was still sitting there quietly, looking at the extending river of blood. , without the slightest movement. He frowned, then turned to leave.
people.
people.
people.
In front of him, behind him, in the sky, on the ground, there are people everywhere, countless people, and countless people to kill. It is said that the will of each person comes together and becomes a destiny.
His once ideal was just to be a healer or potionist, but he never thought that fate, like a huge conspiracy, had already enveloped him in darkness.
My sister is an amazing person. He never thought of competing with her for power or status. At that time, he just felt that he could live quietly and live quietly with the sister he had always admired. Then All right. Although after the death of his parents, in the eyes of outsiders, there was a shadow of sibling rivalry, but in fact, he still lived a carefree life.
At that time, the elder sister who joined the army early to hone her martial arts skills began to become silent and quiet, and sometimes there was an obvious bloody and fierce aura on her body. Although her elder sister tried her best to restrain herself in front of him, he still faintly felt it. At the beginning, my sister told him, "You have to become very strong." But he didn't understand the meaning of it. He was considered by everyone to be incapable of talent, and he did not have much talent for martial arts or magic. He wanted to Being a doctor and treating patients, I never thought of competing with my sister. Slowly, my sister finally gave up and stopped talking. It took him a long time to understand that he had misunderstood what his sister meant from the very beginning.
Perhaps since the death of her parents, my sister has already noticed the huge conspiracy. She may have thought that both sisters and brothers should become strong and fight against it, but the weak self at that time could not become The pillar behind the elder sister, the elder sister who fought alone began to become more and more withdrawn. There was no one who could trust and support each other. When she finally realized the conspiracy, everything was already too late.
"I want Lanster's sons and daughters and descendants to bear endless infamy, and let all of you... die in peace!"
When I was ignorant at the time, I never thought that hatred would have such a huge power. Now that I think about it, maybe the code of the undead fell into my hands, which is also part of this plan. I only have amazing talent in the means of treating others. In the end, the undead spell was integrated into the healing technique, which made the practice of undead spell go a thousand miles, but by this time, even if it was hard, it was already too late. The elder sister, who had become a sword saint at that time, launched the rebellion, and her own power at that time was still unable to intervene.
"I promised my father to take good care of you, so if you can't carry it, my sister will help you carry it..."
Only then did I understand that the older sister who became withdrawn at that time was not because she didn't like her. The feeling of getting forgiveness is happiness, but this happiness is so short-lived. My sister finally died. He was also denounced as a heretic who practiced necromancy. Although he practiced necromancy only for the purpose of saving people. Who would believe it
After walking on the continent, he was hurt and misunderstood, and he saved some people. However, once the cover of necromancy was lifted, all he faced were hated eyes. He was used to such eyes. During the Seven Years War and the Battle of Thorn Fort, he wanted to help the refugees escape, stop the enemy, treat the wounded, and call for reinforcements, but in the end, the reinforcements did not come. They regarded hundreds of thousands of people as chess pieces. When people were killed in front of his eyes, he finally knew that he could no longer bear this fate like the heavy burden of mountains. He was already dead at that time, and the only thing that survived after that was his last instinct. Just a grievance.
Years of war, lack of doctors and medicines, and the limited effectiveness of Holy Light’s healing techniques, necromancy will often become the cheapest and most effective way to save lives. People add more vitality. He never thought of using necromancy to seek longevity. It is because of the irreversibility of death that life becomes so precious. This is what he understood early on.
But in his last few years, he still wanted to try his best, not to let people live forever, but to let people who could live, at least live the years they should have. . This is something that he knew from the very beginning was destined to fail, but he just did it like this, and when he got here, it could be counted as the end. A thousand words, in the end, can only be summed up in one sentence:
"I'm sorry everyone..."
people.
people.
people.
There are people everywhere, strong and weak, those who have known and who have not known, no matter how many people there are, he can only rush over with force, even though... nothing has changed...
This is him, the last point of burning light...
Under the moonlight, thunder and lightning raged, and the colliding fighting qi was like a blooming flower. The earth shook like thunder, and various forces gathered through the magic power to light up the night sky.
The blood river spreads, this is the battlefield belonging to the sanctuary.
In a quarter of an hour, the legendary powerhouse belonging to the Six-Nation Alliance had lost half of it. No one had ever thought that the powerhouse who had already entered the legendary field would be lost so quickly.
The strongest troops accumulated in various countries have many ways to pool their strength and push them into the legendary realm, even making them unmatched by ordinary legendary powerhouses. However, by this time, most of the black knights were killed and injured, the fire wolf guards were almost completely wiped out, and the rest The team was also appalling. On the battlefield, Dolores directed the members of the Sanctuary's Central Dogma to make the last curse kill: "He is also at the end of the shot, so cheer up—"
So much power input is not ineffective. Sharjah Barrymore, who is wrapped in flesh and blood, like a monster, has suffered many injuries in this quarter of an hour. All parts of his body, including his head, have been completely injured. The reserved heavy blow, the power of magic, and the power of vindictiveness not only blocked his progress, but also spared no effort to destroy everything that could be destroyed on his body. A long spear and a big sword penetrated his body. embedded on top. But the power like a demon has not stopped, and it is still boiling with a roar like the original. The powerhouse in the legendary field can only retreat in front of it, and the powerful magic blasts up. The most obvious feeling is that it is like a sea tide. Surging backlash, no one knows where his limit is.
"Devil! I want you to die—"
In the sky, the surging Dou Qi power gathered. The knight holding the sharp sword was covered in blood and fell from the sky. With his sword cut, the Dou Qi spread and the spiritual pressure swept out. This was the golden and authentic Three Kings Killing. This person used to be another disciple of Sword Saint Camuel. It is said that he had a marriage contract with Angelina. Since Angelina was also turned into a living corpse after her death, he kept rushing in the battle against Sharjah. Foremost.
When the sword qi descended, all he saw was a pair of blood-colored pupils that suddenly lifted up, and the giant sword Hengcheng suddenly lifted up.
The more mighty spiritual pressure swept everything around, the golden giant shadows of the three ancient emperors merged into one, and what rushed out of Sharjah was a more majestic and vast sword move, the same three kings killed, " "Broadness", "Courage", and "Justice", no one expected that this evil necromancer could also use this mighty resonating sword move. When this giant golden shadow appeared on the ground, it descended from the sky. Almost insignificant, it was swung into powder by a sword.
At the moment when everyone was still stunned, in the mighty golden ocean, the demon's body flew into the sky, holding swords in both hands, and slashed down at the woman who was directly fighting on the platform in front of him.
The woman raised her head, and the wind blew her blond hair. In the sky, the giant net of power deployed by the magician made countless explosions. of power, everything was torn apart.
On the side of the battlefield, Dolores turned his head and signaled: "Ready to launch."
On the other side, Victor looked at all this and murmured: "He's already crazy, what are you doing like this... Avoid..."
Some people know some things, some people don't. People are worried about the woman who keeps her head up under the sword move, but not many. As the queen of the Principality of Nuoer, she is also known as the goddess of the storm. Grace Farrell, once a magical genius on par with Angelina Barrymore, she has not fought personally for several years, but her strength is probably the strongest among all the people present. Gathering in front of her, if you want to block or escape, it is not impossible.
However, when the sword was cut, everyone realized that the guess was wrong.
The figure of a demon with a height of more than two meters fell, and in front of the sword edge, countless enchantments were eroded like water lines. They were not cut open by fighting qi, but disappeared naturally like an illusion. The demon held the sword in both hands, and the sword edge was straight. It landed on the woman's forehead, but stopped abruptly.
On the side of the battlefield, Dolores waved his arm and activated the magic power. The next moment, the power of backlash surged from his heart. He spat out a mouthful of blood. At the rear, dozens of members of the Central Doctrine suffered a huge backlash at the same time. Fly out.
Not only here, but also in front, I don't know how many forces seized this moment of stagnation and blasted the power to the back of the demon.
There were huge vibrations, explosions, and turbulent airflow, but the figure didn't even move, but at the next moment, the giant figure in the dust withdrew the sword behind him. Deep, but the sword edge swung to the woman's neck, finally still unable to enter an inch, the sword edge trembled in the air, making a long sound of "喑" for a long time.
"Why... why... come over... "
The two figures stood there, fighting repeatedly. There were countless gaps on the huge Hengcheng, and it almost turned into a large sawtooth sword. The woman raised her head and raised her left hand after listening to his questioning. It seemed that he wanted to hold Hengcheng on his shoulders, and his right hand stretched forward, as if he wanted to touch the face of the other party that was included in the terrifying flesh and blood, but he was unsuccessful after all.
"I haven't been able to find you, I want to accompany you to the end..." she said, "I'm sorry..."
Blood gushed out, and the woman hugged the giant sword with her thin arms. The giant sword that accompanied the devil to rush to kill thousands of people without ever being separated has finally left the devil's palm at this time. , The woman held the giant sword diagonally, and embedded the sword blade stained with countless blood into her body.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... "
The clear low-pitched voice kept ringing in the night wind of the battlefield. In front of him, the figure of the devil stood there, the flesh and blood all over his body finally began to disintegrate, and the body included in it began to come out. He seemed to smile. , and seemed to cry softly, and finally, rolled down toward the front, and fell on the grass, with pale white hair and a handsome, thin and thin appearance.
Holding the sword, the woman knelt down in front of him, blood spreading in all directions.
"sorry Sorry sorry… "
The night wind blew up the muttering and apology, and drifted across the sky above the field of vision. Gunpowder and dust mixed with it and swept past from there. At the end of the field of vision, above the clouds, was the clear moon as before.
"Ah... I see..."
He looked at the moonlight, and between his visions, the wind of fate finally rolled over him, carrying the smoke and moonlight into the distance...
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