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Sukhoi's sword hesitated for the first time.√∟
He might still be able to continue attacking and continue to kill the opponent in front of him, but maybe just maybe... He didn't know how long the opponent's near-invincibility would last, but he had no way of knowing what was approaching him.
That strong aura seemed to be able to tear his body apart directly. With the few magic armors on his body, it was impossible for him to stop it, and he had no time to stop it.
Jump out diagonally, swing your sword in the air, and completely block the positions of the two targets at the same time!
He made the most correct response, almost subconsciously... But the moment he jumped up, he knew he was wrong.
Because the person in the fire jumped up with him! On the black robe, a layer of colorful halo flashed and faded! The person who rushed straight towards his back was a person - one of his subordinates.
He raised the sword, but his movements were twisted and weird, as if he was fighting against some invisible force. Rather than rushing towards him, it was better to say that the force threw him over, that's why it was so sudden!
But the person who really caused all this is not far away.
Sukhoi's breath paused... because he saw Lancefield standing there in that white robe. The light at the front of her cane had been extinguished. The imperial elector was looking at him with an expression on his face,
It was extremely strange - a black figure stood beside her, raising his head and smiling at Sukhoi.
The strong wind of flames raised his black hair, revealing his face with deep eyebrows, and his dark eyes reflected the Scarlet Knight's surprise.
He stood dozens of feet away, but Sukhoi could clearly see his surprise reflected in his eyes.
That was not an illusion. Because those eyes were right in front of him at this moment, and that person's face was already very close at hand!
Why so fast?
The problem disappeared just as soon as it surfaced... Indescribable severe pain surged from the inside of Sukhoi's body, completely shattering his thoughts!
As a knight, pain has long been an extremely familiar thing. Sukhoi thought that he could control his movements even if his chest was penetrated... However, at this moment, it was not just heartbreaking, but tearing.
The pain of his soul. He lowered his head and saw a palm pressing on his chest.
Slender, powerful, with slightly bent fingers, the pain came from the slight pull of the fingers. A flash of luster gathered into an orange-red rune on his fingertips, which seemed unfamiliar, but was extremely familiar!
"Farewell, Scarlet Knight." He heard the young king say.
The hand was retracted inward and closed, and the young king turned sideways slightly, letting the knight in front of him fall to the ground... He raised his gaze and looked at the figure that was identical to him dozens of feet away. The latter had just walked away from him.
Lancefield withdrew his hand from behind and held a pale rune in his palm.
The two identical faces showed exactly the same smile, and their eyes moved slightly. In their field of vision, each body was shaking individually. They fell stiffly to the ground, whether they were Feiyan or withered...
The bombardment on the Burgundy city has stopped, and the magma in the sky has piled up into a dark red hill on the side of the city wall. However, in the sky, the winding gap is struggling to die... In the sky, three
An insignificant dot is flowing and bursting out, like bubbles in water, emitting subtle colored light.
"Imperial people can't resist surprise..." the young king whispered to himself. His two bodies had been close to each other and merged. The two golden-red and pale runes were shining in the palms of his hands.
He withdrew his gaze, stared at the flashing runes, and then closed his hands.
The space twisted between his fingers, forming a dark gap. The two runes fell into it, and the gap closed and disappeared. He let out a breath and looked at the people lying on the ground around him.
Stop.
"When the master changes, the subordinates will also change? With such a thing, half of the continent can be conquered. It seems that ruling the world is not so unimaginable. But before that, there are still many problems..."
"pity?"
He raised his eyebrows and seemed to be talking to himself, but his tone seemed to be answering a question that no one knew about: "No, of course I don't feel it is a pity. Edward said that soldiers are more valuable than more.
Power that I cannot understand will only bring trouble, and I have no interest in getting involved with a powerful person of the level of the Devil King."
After a pause, he raised his gaze again: "Next, Alex Wilder, how can Standria resist our attack without the power of the Imperial Elector? I'll wait and see... I hope this person dies.
Can the threat cheer you up a little?"
Whispering softly, his eyes fell on the distant sky, on the three tiny rays of light that were constantly flashing. The corners of his lips moved slightly, half-smiling, as if he was observing something interesting, until a moment later, the flowing halo of light fell on him.
Not far away, a dark red mage robe was outlined.
"Your Majesty, the preparations have been completed. Master Benjamin is waiting for you." The middle-aged man in the robe had a gentle face, but his eyes were cold and unusual. He stepped out of the teleportation light and stared at
The young emperor, who had his back turned to him, was silent, but his breathing suddenly became slow and deep, and the fingers of a hand hanging by his side continued to tremble slightly. It was not until a moment later that he finally spoke, his voice
Peaceful, nothing unusual.
"So fast? Well done."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Thomas, do you think those guys have a chance?"
The young king did not look back, nor did he mean to move. He seemed not to pay attention to the mage at all. It was not until a while later that he asked.
"No." The red-robed mage didn't even raise his head, but the movements of the three flashing light spots in the distant sky seemed to be completely within his perception: "The power of the illithid lich far exceeds theirs, and
Psychics are best at controlling humans. The three of them have spent
He used the highest spell slots to prepare the means of siege... In fact, if he hadn't wanted to capture the three of them, I think they would have been dead long ago... Unless they prepared an instant high-level teleportation spell,
And if you have the consciousness to fight to the death, there may still be a chance."
"So, do they?"
"If there were, they would have escaped long ago. At least one of them could escape." The red-robed mage said: "Any opportunity for a battle between spell casters is created by oneself, but most of the time, the number of people is not enough for the spell casters.
It’s not the biggest advantage, it’s reasonable coordination, and it’s unfortunate. For the three of them, it’s very difficult.”
"What if I said they could escape?"
"You have seen thousands of miles." The young king was silent for a moment, then turned around and faced the red-robed mage in front of him - Thomas Edinson, standing quietly with his head bowed, his expression solemn, without any hint of impatience. Then Stellan smiled
Laughing: "It's boring. Actually, I still hope you are right, but it seems that this situation is too beneficial to me, isn't it?"
Thomas was stunned for a moment, but then he noticed that the young king's eyes were lifted. He was not looking at him at all. He immediately slid a distance to the side without hesitation, revealing that he was behind him, but he didn't know when he appeared.
That figure.
This is the image of a man. He is wearing a dark gray robe...his hair is disheveled and his feet are bare.
In fact, saying he was wearing a robe is just a way of describing it... The thing that covered him was more like a piece of linen with a hole torn in the middle, and the rips in the robe were bursting with raw edges. It was like something that most often appeared in
The attire of the beggar. Judging from the skin under the collar, it seems that there is nothing left on him except this. However, whether it is this robe
Even the exposed skin on his face was surprisingly clean and tidy, without the slightest trace of dirt. Even his bare feet were white and smooth without the slightest trace of dirt. And his long hair and cheeks were even more sparkling.
The golden light was like water, and the luster was not dazzling, but everyone who looked at him could not see his face clearly.
People with excellent eyesight can only barely see clearly that the water-like luster on his body is actually layers of runes, like tiny bubbles under water, constantly rising to the surface of his body, and then gradually dissipating. And as the
As this dissipates, layers of runes as thin as light spots will slowly seep out from his body, as if a ball of flame is burning in his body.
He seemed to be walking very slowly, but at the moment Thomas left, he had already crossed a distance of nearly a hundred feet. One bare foot just stepped on the gap burned by Sukhoi's sword on the ground, and then with a sneer
With a soft sound, all the heat in the entire gap immediately dissipated, and the rock returned to molten glass with smooth cuts, shining with a deep luster.
"Your Majesty, what instructions do you have?"
Stellan spoke with a slight smile on his lips, as if he was communicating with an old friend, and the latter had already stopped in front of him.
"It seems that you are not prepared to fulfill our contract." His voice was very cold, very calm, without a trace of emotion, as if he was talking to himself, but with his words, an invisible pressure suddenly appeared.
It filled the surrounding space of nearly a mile! At the edge of this space, hundreds of fleeing soldiers who were at a loss what to do stopped unconsciously.
Their hands and feet fell to their knees one after another, and they began to recite words loudly that they did not even know what they were. They only uttered these words a few times, and tiny golden light spots burst out from their bodies, but with the sound of these words
Getting bigger and bigger, pale golden flames began to burst out from their eyes one after another! Then, they fell down and died!
But the golden flames emanating from their bodies condensed in the air and never dispersed, outlining figures that were either virtual or real. After a moment of pause, they concentrated towards him and disappeared into the faint halo of light on his body!
But in the blink of an eye, all the hundreds of defeated troops were wiped out! And many of the Imperial Elector Legions nearby began to tremble all over - their consciousness had not yet recovered, but their bodies seemed to have begun to move spontaneously and struggled.
He tried to kneel down and raise his body, and even uttered an indistinct Yaya chant from his throat!
Master Thomas lowered his gaze and recited a few extremely awkward runes, causing the surrounding magic network to fluctuate wildly and building layers of protection around him. The energy of these protections was extremely powerful, but as soon as it was formed, it was already in the air.
It quickly dissipated, like a candle in the wind, shaking a few times before extinguishing! The robe on his body was shaking, as if bursts of green smoke had been burning.
However, at this moment, the young king suddenly spoke.
"Dear Lord of the Dawn. I have never thought of breaking our contract. However, this place is just an empty house. I don't understand at all why you mobilized so many people and came here in person."
His voice was also low-pitched, but each word had a special rhythm. It was like a handful of stones falling into a pond, causing countless ripples in the originally quiet water surface, and the heavy pressure suddenly
In the chaos, several knights who had just started to move fell heavily and fainted again!
"Arrogant human being." The man who suddenly appeared finally showed some emotional fluctuations, but it was extremely weak. His pressure suddenly disappeared without a trace in the next moment.
However, the space did not become calm because of this, but was filled with infinite depression.
In other words, the coercion has completely changed its form - with that steady voice, the breeze in the air seems to be like a sharp blade, scraping everything inch by inch: "I've had enough of you.
Delay! How dare you, an insignificant being, disobey me in this way?"
"Don't dare. You are speaking harshly."
The young king said, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant. He just smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, but there was no hint of "dare" at all. "If he really doesn't want to come out, why do we have to do those ugly and meaningless things?"
What? It costs too much and it’s not worth it.”
"Humans always overestimate themselves. It's much easier to find him than you think." The golden humanoid turned his head, his eyes reflected the huge city, and said coldly: "Tell you about the cunning and powerful person in your body.
Cowardly fool. He's been kicked out of the game and everything else here. He'd better not lay a finger on it again."
"Although it is just a city with only humans, there are still some interesting places." The young king smiled and said: "Your Majesty Chenxi. Sometimes even wooden thorns can be quite painful when they are stuck in your hands."
The golden figure was silent, and the golden eyes that looked at him seemed to be burning with flames. But after a slight pause, he had already taken steps, and in the next moment, he turned into a flash of light and disappeared.
"He...no, He...how could..."
The silence was broken by Thomas. The powerful red-robed mage's voice was still trembling. Through the conversation between the two, he already knew exactly what the terrifying existence was - but the other party had a short conversation with the young king.
It contained a large number of vague and terrifying meanings, each of which was beyond his imagination and completely disrupted his thoughts.
"Nothing, you didn't see anything."
The young king frowned and snorted, and his eyes fell on the city in the distance: "However, this matter is a bit troublesome... These damn old guys are really good at snatching trophies...
Edward, I can't help you now, what...are you going to do?"
…
The golden light and shadow fell under the city wall in an instant.
The air was filled with the scorching heat of flames. The appearance of the magma falling from the sky had begun to show a gray-black hard shell, but it was still emitting astonishingly high heat. A hot wind blew up in the air, and the ashes of countless orcs were mixed in this hot wind.
Mixed with the sulfurous smell of magma, it exuded a pungent burnt smell that made people nauseous. Although the golden figure did not need to breathe, the smell still made him snort quite unpleasantly.
He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking, and then the light surrounding him dimmed, revealing the delicate and pale skin underneath. His face was finally fully revealed, but his facial features were not clear.
It moved around until it finally merged into an ordinary face, and then with a slight leap, it jumped onto the sixty-foot-high city wall.
On the city wall, Burgundian city guards were lined up in rows, nervously paying attention to the battlefield - the sun had already peeked out of the sky, and the morning breeze blew away the smoke on the battlefield, revealing the land underneath that was full of potholes and scorch marks.
, the piece of soil loosened by the explosion was covered with the remains of the imperial army, but even the relatively complete corpses had at least one
There were two thousand weapons, and such a huge victory came so easily, which made every soldier feel inexplicable surprise and excitement. The terrifying but powerful explosion had occupied all their thoughts, even if they got
Everyone was on alert and guarding, everyone was holding on to their own weapons, but after all, their energy was still a lot slacker.
Therefore, when the cloth robe crossed the city wall and slowly floated towards the second layer of the city wall, no one could notice him.
The incarnation of the Lord of the Dawn had no interest in these mortals. In a blink of an eye, he had landed on a fort on the second floor, his golden eyes flashing as he stared at the cannon.
Under the eyes of God, there are no secrets in all mortal things. When he looked away, he had already understood everything about this weapon in his heart. He snorted with great disdain, turned around and was about to continue to advance into the city. He just kept walking.
Just as he took a step forward, he paused again...
A few dozen feet away, a woman turned her face in confusion, stared at him, and then opened her mouth in surprise.
But even though her lips were open, she didn't make a sound, because the voice of the Lord of the Dawn was sent into her mind before she opened her mouth.
"Confused soul, you have completely lost your direction. Choose, do you want to be purified in the sacred flame, or will you just dissipate and never exist?" (The novel "Heart Hunting Kingship" will be available on the official WeChat platform
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