"hey-hey."
Looking at Randall who was rushing towards him, Garmozejie sneered and narrowed his eyes slightly. Then the evil light on his body surged, accompanied by the sound of chanting in the air, a black bead appeared in one hand, and a golden snake-shaped sword in the other hand.
Randall activates the gray graft to the limit and rushes all the way, with the Snow Lotus Blade pointing directly to the opponent's head.
ha--
With a roar, Garmozejie's body swelled up, and then the black bead in his hand turned into a barrier to cover his body, and the snake sword in his hand also stabbed out.
He chose to fight head-on because he wanted to know where the secret weapon of the Eleventh Legion was.
However, he underestimated the other party.
Accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, the snow lotus blade easily broke through the layers of black barriers and penetrated straight into his armor under Garmozejie's surprised gaze.
"Um--"
The two of them pierced into each other's bodies almost at the same time. Randall moved his steps and as long as he tried his best, he would pierce each other confidently.
At this time, Garmozejie's blood seemed to be boiling. The fatal influence of the gray marrow made him feel scared. He realized that he was careless and would probably ruin his life.
But he had no way out and could only try his best to stab the snake sword into the other party's body.
At that moment, Randall's time fell into silence, and all the sounds were gone. His joints were as stiff as stones, and his blood almost solidified. If the grey graft in his body was normal, he might have already killed the enemy in front of him.
However, reality does not have any if.
Suddenly, the feeling of being torn behind him came, and Randall knew that it was the huge axe that split his armor from behind.
But he tried hard to draw his sword and chopped the neck of the retreating enemy in the blood of the sky.
Just need another one-
His arm was cut off, but he could not feel the pain. The man opposite seemed to be laughing, but Randall could only hear his breathing and heartbeat.
The snake sword pierced again, piercing his other heart, and the battle axe behind him almost cut open his spine. Randall's footsteps shook and finally slipped into his pool of blood.
Randall fell to the ground and felt everything was going toward darkness.
The dust in the air began to fall on his armor, on his torn body, and on his eyes through the broken eyepiece.
His bloody eyes twitched for the last time, but he still refused to close.
Despite this, he was extremely calm at this moment, and the pain brought by the grey graft was gone. His memory was like a page of book blown by the wind. When he met Soshiyang, he became the commander of the battle, was elected as the company commander by everyone, and became a private. He performed the task of a recruit for the first time, the difficult selection, the blessings of his family and parents, and the play with his childhood friends on the hillside-
He originally thought he could return to the throne without regrets, but now it seems that he is going to be with some regrets after all.
There was still a lot of things that were not said to Soshiyan.
"No--"
Randall wanted to speak, but was blocked by a mass of blood in his throat, and then raised his right arm whose wrist was cut off.
When his broken hand fell weakly in a pool of blood, his duties were fulfilled-
"Immortal... Army... Ten Thousand... Years..."
Standing beside Randor, watching the opponent's hand fall weakly, Garmozejie sneered, bent down and pulled out his snake sword, then turned around and picked up the legion holy relic that he had been thinking about day and night from the pool of blood.
"Snow Lotus Blade...Snow Lotus Blade...With you, what else do I need to worry about? What else do I need to fear!!!"
After a few bursts of laughter, Garmozejie coughed suddenly, with some blood splashing out from his lips, and then he saw a pierced wound, still bleeding.
"The Eleventh Legion, it seems that our eternal blood feud will continue."
At this moment, he suddenly noticed something in Randall's blood was shining, so he bent down to pick it up.
"This is--"
Looking at the silver solid in his hand, Garmozej frowned. It looked like solidified metal, but the texture was very soft and would deform with a slight pinch.
Then he checked again and found that there were many such tiny metal substances around him, and this kind of thing was also condensed on Randall's wound.
"Is this the secret of the Eleventh Legion? They use this kind of thing to create a realm similar to the invisible ones? What will this be?"
Just as Garmozejie was pondering, Prince Thorn came over, and there were a few more human skins in his hands.
"It's time to leave."
Amon's voice brought Garmozejie back to his senses. He nodded and then looked at Randor's body.
"Give me a minute."
After saying that, he slowly raised his hand, then pressed it suddenly, and a red pirate mark appeared on Randall's chest, and a broken sword also nailed the other party's body to the deck.
Then he waved his hand again, and a clear line of Gao Gothic smeared on the floor of the bridge with Randall's blood.
【Soshiyan, this is just the beginning】
In addition, before leaving, he ordered the recording system of all the white sacred warriors to destroy all the recording systems to prevent the other party from recognizing them through combat images, and burned the floor with flames to prevent any traces from being missed, and even used witchcraft to destroy the dead's brain to prevent anyone from discovering anything through memory extraction.
After doing all this, they hurried to the flight deck, where the Thunder Eagle that Randall was riding was parked.
At this time, the entire White Temple fleet did not know what was going on. Just half an hour after Randall left the flagship, an alarm suddenly sounded on the communication channel of all warships.
It turned out that the fleet, which had always been unknown, suddenly rushed out of the sub-space. There were a total of four warships coming straight to the fleet of the White Temple.
Although Randall was not there, the fourth company commander of the White Temple responded immediately and directed the fleet to change its formation. To his surprise, the unknown fleet did not even open fire, but headed straight for the transport fleet.
Although they didn't know what they were going to do, the escort warships still instinctively wanted to block the other side, which led to their protection formation becoming an attack formation, and even the transport ship's queues became chaotic.
At this moment, the Thunder Eagle flying out of the Black Bee was not noticed at all because it was a friendly army in the enemy-to-me recognition system, and even the warships of the White Temple did not notice this strange at the first time. Some people even mistakenly thought that Randall was preparing to return to the flagship for command.
Only a few people found that Randall's communication was never connected, and no one answered several calls, but they were not sure what was going on.
So, taking advantage of this chaotic stall, Garmozejie and others who had seized the White Holy Temple Thunder Eagle and left the escort fleet directly. When the White Holy Temple people realized something was wrong, they had already entered the protection of their own warships.
The company commanders of the White Holy Temple who realized that something happened to the commander of the battle team felt something was wrong, and did not even pursue the enemies, but rushed to the Black Bee. However, when they arrived at the bridge, they saw a scene that made everyone sad-
Chapter completed!