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Subscriptions in the past two days are very low. I thought it was because of the start of school, but some readers told me that the plot of the first two chapters was too jumpy... and there was no place where the workplace was...

Of course there is another small possibility, that is, I will not modify it anymore, and follow it... Well, this is relatively small, ignore it...!

Well, I have to say that I originally wanted to speed up the plot, but it seems to be adding too fast? Well, no matter what, I will take the time to modify the content to enhance coherence. As for the future, I will ask you all. Today is Monday and it is near the end of the month, so I ask for a vote and hope everyone will encourage you.

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The sound of hooves is shaking.

High Manchester City is located on the front line, and the armed forces in the city are all trained elite soldiers. Although the appearance of the black armored warrior is quite abrupt, in less than an hourglass time, someone in the garrison has made complete preparations. A knight rode his horse and rushed towards the black figure!

"Want to challenge me?" A clanging tone was emitted under the black helmet, or a mockery, but more like a chain of friction and impact: "You are not qualified yet."

Then the winner is decided at the end of this voice.

A spear extended out of thin air, and in everyone's surprised eyes, he nailed the charge of the knight.

It was not a real weapon, it was just energy, composed of black flames. However, the flame was like a real thing, nailed through the knight's solid armor. After a short scream, all his naked skin was exposed to the outside, and charred flames rose!

The battlefield that had just opened was still for a moment.

The soldiers running stopped, their eyes widened and looked at the same still knight...

At this moment, the high-hot flames evaporated from the inside and out of the knight's body like a fountain. Wrapped one person and one horse, the human body melted in the black flame like wax, blood transformed into gas, and muscles turned into ashes. Only the shadow of the black skeleton was left. With one end of the flame, the black warrior raised his hand, and the knight and even the real thing were raised. He lifted it in the air. Finally, it scattered into countless melting, unshaped, semi-melt metals.

Then, the spear stretched forward and swung a dark red flame curtain!

The second. The third human-shaped torch was ignited in the space. The hot wind burst into the surroundings, sending the pungent smell into the other, everyone's nose, the sticky stench was enough to arouse the strong spasms of everyone's stomach and the deepest fear in their hearts!

So the scene became extremely strange for a moment, and the soldiers and knights kept rushing out of the guards, hustling forward, but at the front, the blazing flames kept people retreating, leaving a dim space.

He shook the spear of his hand casually, and the black knight turned his gaze and stared at the figure who jumped down from the window of the small building and pulled out a long sword. The black armor rubbed into a subtle sound. "You dare to come out? What a bold insect."

Very good weapon.

The man in the black robe approached, and the hot wind of flames raised his black robe feet embroidered with silver edges and danced slightly in the wind. It also illuminated the shadow of his long hood. Half of his pale face paused, and he whispered a low praise, which also attracted a burst of crazy laughter from the black samurai.

"It's the best." He said, with one hand, the long spear was actually broken down in his hands. The burning flames danced and reorganized, turning into two slender blades, waving a dark red shine in the air: "This is the most powerful force given by my Lord! Although an opponent like you is not worthy of hearing my name, after I give you death, you can know a little truth, that is, the person who kills you has the honor of the Fierce Flame Knight!"

"Kneel in front of this power, insect!"

As if to cater to his words, the sky suddenly became brighter. The dense clouds condensed in the air, gathered and dispersed, twisting like a giant snake, and then the vast clouds twisted and condensed together in the air, and the gray mist rolled downwards. A flash of thunder, and the thunder suddenly became silent. The lightning instantly reflected the supernatural clouds, just like daytime!

Then there is the roar.

It was not just an explosion, but a continuous chain of explosions—a deafening roar that seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums, making you unable to even hear what you were thinking.

At that moment, the Tuminis people—both knights and soldiers—retreated. They should have the power to fight, but the flames that burned and killed their companions and the lightning that fell from the sky were enough to make them frightened. They could only retreat instinctively, widened their eyes, and looked at the demon-like opponent ahead.

And the black figure who walked out of the darkness slowly moved forward.

The fighter who called himself the Fierce Flame Knight stared at the close shadow. He knew that his opponent's power was not worth it - he was wearing a mage robe, but also holding a short sword. This was obviously a mage who had consumed almost all the magic of memory. Such an opponent was just a pile of coke waiting to burn in front of him who could control the flames at will.

However, the next moment, the person in front of him disappeared from his sight at some point, without seeing any trace.

The invisibility scroll?

What do you think I am?

The Black Knight sneered, and a gloss flashed through his helmet - it was a magic of real vision, which could see through the rules of everything and see through all invisible means.

But that's not invisible.

Without warning, he saw the shadow appear beside him, and it was so fast that it was like a shadow of an illusion that was cast out, but how could there be an illusion at work in real vision?

This question flashed through his brain... Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to figure it out. Because in the next moment, the scenery in front of him had transformed from the darkness of the night into the brightness shining by the fire.

Time seemed to be slowing down in an instant, with strands of red light expanding in the air, forming huge flowers, and then the fire dimmed... It was not burning out, but a fine shadow that flew out of it, spreading its sight. They rolled and flew towards themselves. When the knight was unknown, they hit his body - the moment of contact. The coldness of metal and the scorching heat of the flames seemed to spread at the same time, forming a sharp pain!

The pain then turned into endless darkness, completely swallowing his consciousness...

The huge kinetic energy pushed his body, tearing it up and turning it into something rolling on the ground. In the dull impact, blood splattered, becoming the last bright color left by the Fierce Flame Knight in the world.

There was another silence. Only a few crisp sounds of impact sounded... It was the sound of the overly surprised city guards falling weapons in their hands.

Or, in their vision, the battle was a little longer, but it was so weird that it was unpredictable.

They saw a large piece of silver luster shining without warning. It was very bright, but not dazzling. The demon-like knight who operated the flames disappeared into the silver light and disappeared without a trace.

They saw the figure in the black robe calmly put away his weapon, took out a small, metal-like thing, and raised it. Then, after the same silver light flashed, the black knight appeared, and finally, he was submerged in the explosion, the flicker of the cracking magic shield, and the whistling sound of the slight metal slashing through the air!

No one knew that the silver light was a strange magic called a psychic power. Just like no one knew that the small box was filled with explosives to drive flying into hundreds of diced steel that could penetrate the steel... But no matter what these were, what they knew was that the man in the black robe was definitely a terrible strong man, because at this moment he had beaten the terrible opponent into rolling minced meat on the ground!

The man in the black robe silently took back the metal in his hand, then pushed down the hood above his head, revealing the still tender and ordinary face.

His eyes swept over the corpse not far away, and the psychic nodded with satisfaction.

Level 3 spiritual power, time jump.

This psychic power is to throw the target creature into another time and space flow and jump to the future. When the power takes effect, the recipient looks like he disappears in a flash, and does not return to the reality we are in until the ability terminates. The orientation and condition of the reappearance are exactly the same as before the disappearance. The recipient cannot feel that time passes, but only sees the sudden change of things around him.

In fact, Edward believes that this ability is more suitable for time erasing.

But no matter what, there is no more useful sneak attack method than this. At such a close distance, he didn't even need to increase the number of psychic points that were visible. Even if he just erased the opponent for one second, it was enough for him to rush behind the opponent in an instant. When he suddenly noticed that the enemy in front of him was missing, his instinctive reaction was enough to send them to hell.

However, victory in a corner cannot affect the entire battlefield, and the situation is still inevitably collapsed.

The faint noise rose from every corner of the city... The flames ignited people's shouts, which were roars, shouts, roars and wails between death, and then the heavy explosion, like rolling thunder, almost in an instant, the entire city was submerged in thick smoke and fire

Edward deflected his gaze a little, and noticed an orc - he was howling and jumping up on the city wall. His huge body was twice as tall as that of an ordinary person and five times thick. He was wrapped from head to toe in specially made iron armor. Each hand was carrying two wolf-tooth hammers that matched his body. A burning flame reflected his armor and weapons into dazzling light.

He roared and waved his weapons, so the two city guards immediately turned into a little meat minced meat in front of the giant hammer, and the dripping blood and minced meat spread forward, causing the soldiers behind him to scream at the same time, turn around and run away.

But there is nowhere to escape.

More enemies appeared from the fire. They were a little short and were only wearing a set of hard leather armor to protect the key points. However, although the ground meteor hammer was not as huge and terrifying as the first ground weapon in the hand of the first similar type, they were still enough to crush any armor. Behind them, more than a dozen thin figures wrapped in scales screamed sharply, scattering a feather arrow into the crowd!

This scene happened on the city wall. Judging from the number of enemies that kept surging... the fall of the city gate will only happen sooner or later.

There is also the black shadow that seems to be able to swallow the light in the fire that rises everywhere. It is the same existence as the knight who just died, and it is obviously the main force of the empire...

They are not mages, but they are far superior to ordinary mages. Although they can only use the dark red flame, but because of their purity, there is no flaw - it cannot be eliminated. Ice or water waves can continue to burn, and they can easily condense into various shapes, without the limitation of spells, gestures or other spells. It is simply an extension of their body, and armor, shields and weapons cannot stop them from extremely variable flames. As for the saying goes,

Therefore, just a short hourglass scale, death and fear have spread all over half of the city!

"Vissue Edward...Your Excellency!" A voice came from the side of the street, interrupting his thoughts: "The enemy has attacked the city, what should we do..."

He turned around and noticed his entourage. The mage apprentice Miguel was rushing out of his own house in panic - wearing the mage's robe and carrying a staff. The expression on his face looked like a wild duck who had just been shot.

But compared with the group of guys following him, he was extremely calm... A group of young men followed him in twists and turns, some wearing short robes, some barefoots, and two guys, with pointed nightcaps on their heads, and the pom pompoons in their hats were swaying, which was ridiculous. Then there were a group of poor servants, carrying large bags of small wrapped things in their hands. They were out of breath and ran around.

Then there is the howling of ghosts and wolves that are almost inferior to the explosion.

"Oh my God... the city has been broken! Let's run away quickly."

"The guards over there, come and protect us! We have to go from east, no, south, northwest... no matter which city gate it is, we have to leave here!"

"Idiot, I'm going to teleport the magic circle! Where are the mages! The mages..."

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There was chaos.

The noisy noise made Edward shake his head.

It has to be said that the number of these sudden enemies does not have an absolute advantage. The surrounding streets and alleys are just dozens of knights surrounded by flames, spreading within the visible range.

This kind of knight is not invincible. The attack method of this flame is too monotonous and lacks change. If you effectively unite ten, not even five or six mages, their effective spell cooperation should be able to eliminate two or three, or even more such knights. But this seemingly simple method seems to be impossible to implement. The fragile command system in the city seems to have been completely destroyed. The terrible raging flames between the houses completely confused the soldiers who had just been awakened from their sleep. They shouted in surprise, rushed, grabbed the remaining things around them, and looked for possible shelter in places such as a wall, a pillar, or even under the bed, but they didn't know how many people there were on the other side.

If the city gate falls here, then collapse will inevitably occur.

Can you only retreat?

"No, we can't just leave!"

Edward's brow frowned deeper, and he turned his gaze and looked at the only one who made a different voice.

Elena.

The young woman had already worn her armor, holding her long sword, and the flames of the Holy Flame flashed around her, reflecting the surroundings, and reflecting the beautiful face, with a firm expression: "We must find the general again, or the city lord, and obey their orders." She passed by the messy noble knights and walked straight towards Edward: "I need your help to save the city..."

well……

The psychic smirk secretly sighed in his heart.

In such a huge and chaotic battlefield, there are only two personal abilities, either amazing or irrelevant.

But even high-level mages, if they are mixed in the chaos army, are likely to die in a group of knights. The most powerful knight will also be shot down by a soldier's enchanted crossbow. As for soldiers... on this battlefield, they are just useless and necessary consumables, and there is not much difference between arrows, throwing stones, and boiling oil.

Therefore, Edward, who is familiar with the rules of combat, will never participate in such meaningless actions.

But just because in the same way, he would not let some people - those who have a certain relationship with him, do anything that is almost sent to death.

"Shut up! You bunch of waste!" He took a deep breath, and the power of the psychic energy gathered all the sound waves in the space, turning into huge voices: "Don't forget who you are! You are nobles! It is your responsibility to lead civilians and soldiers to deal with difficulties, rather than crying here, howling ghosts and wolves!"

This sound overwhelmed all the noise and also concentrated everyone's minds together.

"Now, I'm going to look for General Claudia and follow her command. As for you... I'll give you an hourglass time to make a choice." The psychic gaze glanced at a group of stunned novices, twitching their minds, "Pick up your weapons and put on your armor. Those who can fight can follow me, otherwise you will find the so-called way of life yourself!"

choose?

Do you have to choose?

"Please lead us, Viscount Edward."

The first choice was not the second generation-

Several knights in the garrison have led more than a hundred soldiers behind them. They simply formed a team, and in a voice of a command, lowered their heads to the figure in the black robe, and raised their weapons: "Please lead us, Viscount Edward. We will obey your orders, and as your soldiers, please name our direction."

But this neat voice silenced the soul warlock for a moment.

lead?

Where can I lead you? To be continued...

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