The next day, game time is 7:03 a.m.

Southeast Continent of Innocence, Suburbs of Banser City

Ji Xiaodao woke up leisurely in the carriage of Grand Duke Garros, and Mo Huan, who was sitting next to her, was still asleep, with his eyes tightly closed under the mask, and his breathing was even and gentle...

"Hmm!" The girl who had just logged into the game suddenly found herself leaning on the other person's shoulder, which was not very generous. She couldn't help but straighten up immediately, and a bright red flashed across her pretty face, which was so fair that it was almost bloodless.

Garros, who was sitting opposite the two of them, also opened his eyes from his sleep and smiled at Ji Xiaodao: "You can rest a little longer."

We all know that the Grand Duke of the Chauvinist Empire must have been controlled by one of Mo's talents, but this does not mean that he has lost his mind or the ability to think independently. In fact, the current Grand Duke of Garros feels that he has never

He had never been so sober before, so even if he threw away the influence of a certain power, he was still grateful to the master who always wore a mask in front of him.

Be grateful to the other person for liberating your true self...

Although from an objective and essential point of view, his soul is now extremely distorted, and there is almost no trace of the former 'Grand Duke of Garros'.

"That's enough." Ji Xiaodao shook his head, and then asked casually, "How long have I slept?"

"About ten minutes." Garros replied softly: "It's not much different from the time I spent drawing a low-level magic scroll..."

Ji Xiaodao nodded silently, and at the same time quickly calculated his offline time in his mind, and the conclusion he came to was almost the same as the other party's answer just now.

Although he had spent twelve hours in reality, he almost fell into the murderous dish specially made by his sister for himself, and witnessed his mother beating him for an hour because he was laughed at by his father, but in '

In the realm of innocence, I only slept for a little more than ten minutes...

Because he has been staying with Garros, as a player, Mo and himself will not turn into white light and disappear when he goes offline under the attention of this NPC, but will fall into a state that is close to sleep and coma.

【How on earth do you know this kind of thing...】

Ji Xiaodao stared blankly at the side face of the man next to him. The man's sleeping face was unexpectedly well-behaved. Although he was just leaning on the back of the chair with his head hanging down, in the eyes of the girl, it was unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful.

mild.

Of course, the so-called 'well-behaved' is just her illusion. It's just like when we are thrown into an environment of -40 to 50 degrees below zero for several days, and when we return to normal temperature, we will feel like 'Holy shit, it's so hot'

illusion.

But it’s not actually very hot, it’s just that we have become accustomed to the cold that seems to freeze our souls...

However, although he understood the truth, Ji Xiaoge still stared at Mo beside him for almost a day before going offline. The latter had been offline for the whole time since he briefly appeared for a while yesterday morning, rushing from the capital to work.

He was 'sleeping' all the way to Secheng, and the girl just stayed with this body the whole way without doing anything.

You know, Garros has been out for a few times to breathe...

"Ms. Silent Prayer." Garros saw that the girl in front of him was no longer sleepy, so he whispered to the latter: "There are only about forty minutes left from Banser City. Master, when will he

Will you wake up?"

The distracted Dark Elf was stunned for a moment, then reflected for a moment. After his brain resumed functioning, he shook his head and said: "I don't know, but it should be about the same..."

"I'm already awake."

A voice without any emotion sounded in Ji Xiaodao's ears. Mo, who had been 'sleeping' all the way through the game, had already opened his eyes, raised his head and asked Garros softly: "About forty minutes?"

"Yes, Master." Garros replied respectfully: "If we march urgently, we can also compress the time in half."

Mo nodded, then chuckled and said: "No need, we are already far in advance. You go tell the marshal to let everyone rest for a while, and then find a member of the Knights who seems to be talkative to come over to see me. The most common

The kind that doesn’t attract anyone’s attention.”

"Your will."

Garros stood up and saluted, then opened the side door and floated out of the fast carriage. With the blessing of high-level wind magic, he quickly swept towards the front of the large army.

five minutes later

A knight with a few freckles on his face appeared in Garros' carriage and saluted Mo: "Lord Sinlord, are you looking for me?"

This young man had dark blue curly hair and was carrying a shield and a lance. He looked a little dusty from traveling all the way. He looked at Mo and Ji Xiaodao in front of him with some embarrassment, and looked at the latter.

He looked away and turned his head slightly shyly.

"Don't be nervous." Mo Wen smiled and asked him with interest: "What is your name? Where do you belong?"

"My name is Thomas, sir." The human young man immediately replied loudly: "I am an ordinary member of the Knights of the Tsar's Sword, um, a middle-level knight."

The last sentence seemed to be a temporary addition after he took a quick look at Ji Xiaodao...

"Excellent." Mo Wen nodded.

"You're flattered~" Thomas scratched his cheek in embarrassment and said with a smile: "The threshold of our knighthood is the middle-level knight."

Then……

"I'd like to ask you to do me a favor, Thomas."

"Um?"

"Look into my eyes..."

…

an hour later

Within the Chauvin Empire, the outskirts of Banser City

“It’s spectacular.”

Mo Tan stood at the front of the team, looking at the countless huge magic arrays in the distance and the layers of elemental runes around them, and sighed sincerely.

Standing beside him were Imperial Marshal Galahad, Grand Duke Garros and Ji Xiaodao.

Behind them was a neat square formation of the Knights of the Sword of the Tsar, as well as the Hurricane Mage Group on both sides.

Everyone had a little uneasiness on their faces. Although they were still some distance away from Banser City, this location was enough to make them feel a strong sense of depression and malice mixed with crazy resentment in the air.

Standing in front of a dead city that was slaughtered not long ago, standing on the edge of this cursed land and feeling the endless resentment and despair in the air, is undoubtedly an extremely chilling experience.

But the commotion and chaos did not happen...

Not only are Marshal Galahat, who rules the Knights, and Grand Duke Garros, the leader of the Hurricane Mage Group, both here, but the magical light that shines as brightly as a star map directly above Banser City at this moment is also here.

It filled everyone with confidence.

In the eyes of the knights, it is the powerful power of their protector of the country, Farah Ossis.

In the eyes of the mages, the countless magic arrays moving in the air are magnificent miracles that combine astrology and all elements. The mysterious runes are even more fascinating to the masters of these elements.

drunk.

"It's unimaginable, it's unimaginable!" A high-level magician from the Hurricane Mage Group raised his neck and said infatuatedly: "This is art and a miracle! I feel that the word sage is no longer enough to describe the power of Lord Farah...

...Super-level composite magic of all elements, combined with the power of the stars...This is simply like the authority of God..."

A knight who was still trembling before also clicked his tongue: "Your Majesty the God of Law, His Excellency the Grand Duke Garros and the Marshal, plus us, tsk tsk, even if there are a few dragons, we can probably take them down, right?"

"Look at how promising you are, we are the country's military force! What do a few dragons mean?"

"I feel that if it's just that level, the God of Law alone would be enough..."

"Our marshal can do it too!"

"Where is Grand Duke Garros..."

"Grand Duke Garros is probably a little hung up..."

…

"Garros." Mo looked at the beautiful, powerful, and exuding a huge sense of oppression over Banser City, which was gradually becoming complete. He didn't know how many heavy magic arrays were combined, and asked softly: "Our

How long will it take for Your Majesty the God of Magic to complete that magic?"

Garros pondered for a moment and replied: "I can't be sure, but it seems that it will take at least half an hour. I can feel that at least forty magic nodes related to the wind element have not yet been activated. If it takes longer,

If so, a few hours is not impossible..."

"That's really a pity~" Mo raised his hand to cover his mask, murderous intent escaped from his eyes. He turned around and saluted Galahad in an exaggerated way: "Your Excellency, Marshal..."

The latter turned sideways, then turned around and ordered loudly: "Enter the city!"

Going into town??

Everyone was stunned, because the previous plan was not like this. It stands to reason that only Marshal Galahad should enter the city to protect the magic god and hold the curse, while the knights and mages should be stationed outside Banser City.

Only after the Great Retrospective Technique is cast...

"Enter the city!" The voice of Duke Garros then thundered in everyone's ears through amplification magic: "Don't let the Marshal say it a second time! I'll tell you the reason later."

"yes!!"

More than 3,000 people immediately obeyed the order, and the originally gradually loose formation became meticulous again, and began to slowly march towards Banser City, which had become a cursed place.

No one would be willing to question the orders issued simultaneously by Marshal Galahad and Duke Garros.

…

Inside Banser City

"Huh?" Farah, who had just cleared all the casting materials and was fine-tuning the large number of magic nodes in mid-air, was slightly stunned. Then he looked in the direction of the city gate in the distance and muttered: "Why are you bringing so many people in?

?That old boy Galahad is so funny?"

five minutes later

The strongest individuals and combat teams of the Chauvin Empire met on the Central Avenue in the ruins of Banser City.

The two heroes of the empire, Marshal Galahad and the protector of the country Farah

The Hurricane Mage Group and its leader: Duke Garros, the Great Wind Mage.

Knights of the Tsar's Sword.

The magic nodes composed of various elements in the sky are gradually being lit up. A huge light curtain appears behind Farah, with phantoms like starlight constantly flowing on it, and there are countless seemingly messy magic in mid-air.

The formations began to overlap or connect with each other, intertwining into a magical dome like a sky.

"I'm glad you're not late." Farah turned around and smiled at Galahad, who was standing dozens of meters away from him. He raised his hand to wipe away a few strands of sweat from his forehead, and then sketched two lines at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

There were magic symbols that seemed to be burning with flames. While adjusting their positions, he said loudly and loudly: "I still have about an hour to complete the spell casting, and I will leave it to you during this time."

Galahad did not speak, but gently waved his hand, signaling the knights behind him to stand further forward.

"You old lion..." Farah, who was in the center of countless magic nodes, sighed and frowned: "I should have told you that it is best not to let the soldiers enter the city. The atmosphere here has a great impact on ordinary people. You must

If you don’t want to listen, forget it... If you ask everyone to get closer, the environment around me will be a little more stable."

But in the next second Galahad pulled out the dark golden sword from behind, which was also a powerful weapon given to him by the previous Emperor Chauvin - the Sand Burial Gate.

This weapon, which is more like a 'shield' than a 'giant sword', is rectangular in shape. Except for the hilt and handguard, everything is made by thousands of craftsmen using extremely precious alluvial gold and steel-making pearl powder for half a year.

It has just barely taken shape. In theory, it can cut through all low-level magic. It has its own armor-piercing, penetrating and tearing effects, and it also has the 'Strengthening' and 'Giant' blessings that Farah personally blessed after being drunk by Galahad one time.

The four permanent enchantment effects of "Strength", "Blade Wind" and "Splash" are at least a "only epic" with extremely high usage requirements from a player's perspective.

"Is there an enemy?" Farah's face suddenly became serious. His years of trust in Galahad did not cause him to have other ideas. The Dharma God's first reaction was that his friend had sensed some danger and immediately responded

Draw your sword and prepare to protect yourself.

However……

Galahat's beard and hair were all spread out, and he swung a sword into the air. The 'Sand Burial Gate' in his hand actually rose up with dim yellow flames in an instant, and then turned into a sword.

The phantom of the lance, which was more than ten meters long, roared out, directly penetrating dozens of magic nodes that had just begun to slowly operate. At the same time, it also shattered a large number of elemental runes that had stabilized, leaving the star map behind Farah.

The gorgeous light curtain suddenly shattered into pieces.

"Galahat! What are you doing!" Farah didn't even realize what was happening for a moment. He looked at his old friend with white hair and white hair in front of him in disbelief. After a while, he shouted sharply:

"My friend, Galahad Waldstein! Are you crazy? Do you know what you have done!!"

The old marshal just remained silent and did not answer Farah's question.

But his doubts were soon answered.

A young man wearing a mask slowly walked out of the crowd, walked up to Marshal Galahad in a silence that could hear a pin drop, then turned around, smiled at everyone, and said softly: "According to your Excellency, Marshal

As well as the secret investigation of Grand Duke Garros, our protector of the country, the sage of both arcane and space magic, the great astrologer of the empire, the president of the Troon magician branch, Farah Ossis..."

"Treason!" Galahad raised his giant sword again.

"Treason!" Wind and thunder surged between Duke Garros' hands.

"Treason!" The guilty prince looked up to the sky and sighed, his tone full of heaviness and sorrow: "It's such a pity..."
Chapter completed!