The Kingdom of Cassevia is located in the south of Faroland. Its land area is more than twice that of Faroland, but the country's strength is not strong and cannot compare with Faroland.
Because of its poor geographical location and climatic conditions, the Nokman Empire and the St. Joan Empire were located to the east and south of the west of Faroland respectively. These two vast empires just sandwiched Cassavia in the middle.
It separates St. Joan and Knockman, and is basically a strategic buffer between two huge empires. In addition, there is a mountain range across the country, and the terrain is very complicated.
The hilly areas are full of barren mountains and ridges, the land is barren, crops are difficult to grow, the rainy season is concentrated, droughts and floods are severe, and the mountain roads are winding.
This is the place I'm talking about. The small town of Olatan is located in the north of the Kingdom of Cassavia, close to Farolland.
The town is surrounded by mountains, with only a winding and undulating path connecting it to the outside world. Although it is said to be a town, it is actually composed of two villages.
At 5 o'clock in the morning, it was just dawn. In the best house in the village, a two-story bungalow, two big men were talking.
Milo, the Prince of the Demon Tribe, was slumped on a red sofa. He crossed his legs and put his arms across the back of the sofa, looking like he was dragging me down.
In fact, he was indeed bold. Five years ago, he dared to cause trouble on the church's holy day and almost committed a blood sacrifice in a small town on the border of St. Joan.
Milo looks very young, about twenty years old, with long black hair, enchanting purple pupils, a straight nose, gray lips, a slightly pointed chin, and a beautiful appearance.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap tap..."
In the center of the house on the second floor, a young man with a strong build and strong muscles, wearing jeans and a white shirt, was walking with a strong sense of rhythm, and his arms were hooked and moved forward from time to time.
Prince Milo twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his left hand and stroked the black hair on his forehead: "I said, Luke, can you stop walking like this? My balls hurt when I look at it."
The werewolf archduke who was dancing the dog paddle dance stopped when he heard this, scratched his head, and felt a little embarrassed: "Sorry, Sir Milo, I just woke up not long ago. I have been dancing this kind of dance for twenty years, and I really can't control it.
Myself."
Milo shrugged and chuckled: "It's unthinkable for you to go and investigate the headquarters of the Natural School.
After so many years, if it were easy to find, I would have found it out long ago, and besides, those insidious scholars have no respect for rules and morality."
Luke grinned when he heard this, his cool, domineering, and wanton aura emerged spontaneously.
When he is not dancing the dog-paddle dance, he has a strong momentum and is worthy of the status of the werewolf grand duke: "After all, it is the order of the ancestors, and it also investigates the cause of the death of the Bone Lord, so it cannot be refused.
I think I'm quite lucky. After I was caught by scholars, they did a lot of experiments on me.
But there are people who are worse off than me. Before me, a werewolf duke was captured. The scholar named Anion said he wanted to study whether there was reproductive isolation between werewolves and dogs.
So he bought some very large female dogs and forced the werewolf duke to mate with them. When I found out about this, I knelt down to the scholars and begged to be let go. Fortunately, I had already studied it and I kept it.
Got moral integrity!
After hearing that my compatriot had a lucky escape, the first thing he did was to cut off his little brother with a knife!"
"Dear Mother of Darkness, this is such a sad story!" Milo's eyelids twitched and he felt a chill in his crotch. He couldn't help but shudder and prayed.
He couldn't help but feel a little lucky in his heart: "Fortunately, after I woke up in the Principality of Roan, I didn't go to Bokemia, but to St. Joan."
The werewolf Archduke Luke crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows: "Sir Milo, I have to remind you that the fanatical believers of the church are not easy to mess with. They have surrounded this place and are ready to catch us all."
The prince was much stronger than the archduke, but the gap was not as big as between the archduke and the duke. Therefore, Luke was not shy in front of Milo.
Milo smiled and waved his hand: "Gonzalez, leave it to me. They don't know your existence. It's not difficult for the two of us to break through. How did Guan Jian reduce the losses?"
Luke nodded. He was not afraid of strong enemies. The reason why he was captured alive back then was not only because his IQ was crushed, but also because the scholars were too shameless.
In an instant, five saints jumped out and started fighting together. A bunch of formations smashed down on his head and face. What a slap in the face. One of them kicked him down.
Time passed minute by minute, and the sun was rising. On the north side of the town, the battle had begun. After being hunted by the church in the past few years, Milo naturally gathered some people.
Sunlight is not fatal to demons, but it does have some suppressive effects, so the church chooses this time to take action!
"Whoa!"
The tip of the spear pierced, and the wind roared, Raphael held a spear made of holy silver and white iron, and stabbed through the brain of a demon count!
"laugh!"
The spear was drawn out, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers, and the demon's tall body fell to the ground with a thud.
Raphael frowned, it was strange that the people who came out to harass them now were all middle and low-level demons.
"Captain, Alfred rushed too fast and has already separated from the main force!" A third-level paladin wearing silver-white leather armor ran next to him and said a little anxiously.
"Don't worry about him, he is very powerful and is not afraid of group fights!" Raphael replied calmly.
At this time, on a trail in the town, a group of demons had surrounded a man wearing a black windbreaker with a cigarette in his mouth.
Antar Sabo, Marquis of the Demon Tribe, stood on a rooftop and sneered: "You are too arrogant. Today is the day you die!"
A pair of black wings spread out from his back, fluttering into the air, and a cross-shaped pattern composed of four diamonds shone on the soles of his feet.
Small purple circles of light floated down from the soles of his feet and fell to the ground.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding low-level demons jumped into a small circle of light. It could be seen that the lavender translucent tubes were connected to the shining cross pattern at the feet of Marquis Antal.
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The surging spiritual energy gathered, Antal's eagle-like wings suddenly stretched out, and the feather-shaped blades shining with purple light condensed in the mid-air!
The extremely sharp feather blades were densely packed with cold energy and aimed at the man in the trench coat holding a black warrior sword beneath him.
"I have prepared gifts for you a long time ago. Even if you are as powerful as a duke, you will only end up being shot into a sieve by the black feather storm!"
Antal said in a high-spirited voice, relying on the "Stacking Formation" to gather the spiritual energy of more than 50 demons. The power of the "Black Feather Storm" he used was greatly increased, and even an ordinary Duke had to avoid the edge for a while!
Putting the Black Warrior sword on the ground, Alfred, who had short gray hair, narrowed his eyes, ignored the thousands of feather blades in front of him, looked up at the sun in the sky, and smiled: "Noon has arrived!"
As soon as he finished speaking, gray psychic energy blew up like a whirlwind, blowing through the entire street, shrouded like a cloud, the surrounding vision darkened instantly, and a damp breath rushed towards his face.
There was a strong wind, muffled thunder, and the feeling of an approaching storm arose spontaneously. A black six-barreled heavy machine gun appeared out of thin air, the gun body shone with a faint metallic cold light, and Alfred held it in his hand.
"Crack, squeak, squeak..."
As Alfred poured gray spiritual energy into it like flowing water, the barrel of the famous gun Violent Rain rotated, a narcissus pattern flashed, and the spiritual energy floating in the air gathered like a whirlpool.
The ground began to tremble, some stones kept shaking, and the wooden doors of the building trembled and made a clanging sound.
Antar was startled, and regardless of showing off, he clasped his hands together, purple light flashed, and thousands of black feathers spun in the air at high speed!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."
The rapid sound of breaking wind sounded, like a wave of arrows, a black mass, overwhelming the sky and the ground, piercing down!
"Comparing firepower? I like it!"
With a grin, Alfred pointed the gun at Antar and pulled the trigger!
"Boom! Boom, boom..."
The sound of artillery fire echoed throughout the sky, as if this was not just one person and one gun, but an entire artillery battalion bombing!
The six barrels of the famous gun "Rain of Fury" rotated, and translucent gray bullets came out of the chamber one after another. In an instant, the bullets split apart!
One is divided into two, two is divided into four, four is divided into eight... Like a downpour pouring down, roaring and splashing to the sky!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Bullets shot out like raindrops, and the black feathers were shattered into pieces. The remaining force continued unabated, covering the entire sky where Marquis Antar was!
"No!"
Antar's eyes were filled with despair. He looked at the hail of bullets that swept in like a stormy sea. He flapped his wings and retreated, but it was too late. He was swallowed up by the barrage like a bird with broken wings!
Alfred, with a cigarette in his mouth, blew out a puff of smoke: "Caliber is justice, range is truth!"
