Continuous low mountains, gentle valleys, indescribable flags, corpses lying among them, the remaining power of magic elements gathers and dissipates on this lost battlefield like the flames of souls.
This is a gentle valley east of the Damu River. A battle took place here not long ago. Judging from the battlefield ruins, the battle was very brutal. Corpses were scattered all over the valley. Occasionally, corpses could be seen from
Wails were heard in the pile, and they were the moans of the survivors. Or, this kind of survival was not a kind of luck. If no one came to help, the injured would only suffer to death.
Maybe I shouldn't have come to this place,
Blood dyed the earth red;
Maybe I shouldn't attend that event,
The war starts from there.
Life has never been so fragile,
Death takes away all faith.
When all that is left is greed and desire,
Only the devil is roaring in my heart.
Did you know? Life is worse than a dog.
War leaves no monuments to heroes,
Only the pitiful graves of fools,
No one remembers your name,
All that is no longer important.
If you don’t want to expose your body to the wilderness,
Please don't come to this place.
Killing stains the soul,
Blood will stain leather boots.
Oh, you were enemies once, right?
Now they are buried here together.
Maybe someone should clean up this cemetery,
This person may be a vulture hovering in the sky.
No one will pay homage to you,
Maybe it’s just your relatives and me,
Those kings and nobles enjoying fine wine and beautiful women,
You will not remember that what you have is what you paid for with your blood.
Let me take away your last hatred,
Turn enemies into friends in heaven,
From now on there will be no more fighting and fighting,
Start your new life...
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The war is still going on and will not stop because of compassion. When the war between the two sides was in full swing, a man suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
The man appeared on the north bank of the Damu River, coming from the direction of the Demonic Moon. No one noticed him at first, but soon after, everyone became aware of his existence.
He walked neither hastily nor slowly, his blood was not boiling because of the shouts of the soldiers, nor was he afraid of death. Step by step, step by step, the path he passed was actually a passage!
"What's wrong? What happened?" The exclamation was not known to be from the soldiers of Mo Yue or Saint Bikoya, because wherever this man walked, people around him were constantly injured and wailing.
He is dressed in dark blue clothes, edged with silver and decorated with light gold. He has dark hair that reaches his waist, and his dark and cold eyes are filled with ruthless colors. He is indistinguishable from enemies to me. Wherever he goes, all the demon moons and St. Bikoya's
All the soldiers were injured and fell down. Looking at all the wounds on their bodies, they turned out to be countless sharp and thin sword marks!
"Damn guy, what are you doing!" A Saint Bikoya officer was furious, holding a pair of red metal cannon fists and rushing towards the intruder: "Go to the Demon Moon people..."
The person was still jumping in the air, but the sound suddenly stopped. Looking at the person walking slowly in front of him without even raising his head, the officer of Saint Bikoya was cut into pieces in an instant!
"Ah~! What kind of magic is this guy doing? Everyone, get away!" The people who were fighting gave up the fight because of the appearance of this person and hid far away.
Some magicians were so angry that they cast powerful spells, causing waves of fire and hail to hit him. But before the magic was cast, what greeted them was an invisible sharp blade that pierced the throat!
Seeing the magician beside him spurting out a pillar of blood several meters high, and his head being rushed up into the air and then falling to the ground, the rest of the people all changed their colors in shock: "This, this, this... what is going on?"
The visitor was still walking unhurriedly, and unknowingly he had reached the center of the confrontation between the main battle formations of the two armies. In the battle formation, both sides of the army were in phalanx formations, changing formations, and various magic formations were being used.
The form is forming support and suppression in the army. The person who appeared at this time attracted the attention of the generals on both sides. The leader of the Silver Guard Knights, the Dragon Soul Warrior General Muto... The Magic Knight Artimite, the Demon Hunter
Swordsman Beamon and others were all inexplicably surprised by this man's arrival.
"Is this man crazy? Didn't he come here to seek death?" The people in Moyue were all surprised, but seeing that he was walking from their side, they all shouted: "Hey, come back quickly, don't come here
It’s dangerous to go in the middle.”
But the people of San Bikoya were indignant: "Damn guy, is this a provocation? Follow me to deal with this idiot!" A brigadier general, holding a sword, led a group of subordinates to surround and kill the people.
"Only those who are truly stupid cannot see the difference in strength between each other." The visitor stopped, but his low voice could be heard by everyone who was surrounding him.
"Fart~!" the brigadier general yelled angrily: "Today I want you to understand how ignorant you are. Light Slash: Shocking Light on a Moonlit Night!" The steel boots on the sand jumped into the air, and the hand sword in his hand made a slash.
Gorgeous and huge silver light and white sword light.
The power of the Moonlight Shocking Slash has always been praised by others. Even those who are stronger than the user dare not be careless when faced with this move. However, the black-haired visitor stood there without moving at all, layer upon layer of invisible
The sword intent has accompanied his consciousness in all directions.
"ah……"
The miserable cries of dozens of soldiers disappeared in the invisible sharp blade, and the endless sword intent caused the corpses of the deceased to be chopped up and messed up in the wind.
Brigadier General Saint Bikoya was still in the air, but his heart was already cold. His Moonlight Shock Slash had cut the glass into pieces in the sword's intention, but he heard the black-haired man say coldly: "Sword, you have insulted me."
!”
As the word 'LE' fell, Brigadier General Saint Biko suddenly felt thousands of swords approaching him, sometimes attacking from the front, sometimes cutting from behind, and there were invisible sharp blades in all directions.
The black-haired man closed his eyes, calmly and indifferently. The countless sword blades had already cut three thousand times in the blink of an eye!
Brigadier General St. Picea fell to the ground, and there was no movement for a long time. Just as everyone was in shock, the Brigadier General's body spurted out countless blood flowers. After a few seconds, he was completely bleeding and died, and he fell into a pool of blood contaminated by the soil.
During the whole process, the black-haired man did not even move. Everyone was stunned! For these masters, killing dozens of people in an instant is not terrible. What is terrible is that they kill such people in this way.
A person of strength.
"Who is this guy?" Artimite looked thoughtful in his eyes. He searched all his memories and could not remember that there was such a person in the Demon Moon Army.
Artimite didn't remember, and the Demon Moon generals had no impression. Charles narrowed his eyes: "This person is worth noting!"
As soon as the black-haired man arrived, no one could fight, because neither the Saint nor the Demon knew him, and neither knew his purpose. Before knowing his intention, caution was necessary.
However, Demon Moon did not take the lead in asking questions. Saint Biko would want to know more about this kind of question.
Originally, the two armies faced each other in a phalanx formation, with shield guards in front, archers in the back, infantry with mages in the back, and cavalry interspersed among them. Now this person has come, and inexplicably 'walked' a bloody path.
The injured people were soldiers from both the Holy and Demonic sides, so this caused the formations on both sides of the Holy Demonic side to retreat a certain distance.
The black-haired man was Augustus Van Savando, who was invited by the Seventeenth World. He stood between the two armies, and a military vacuum naturally appeared around him. All those who entered his range
The fate is injury, and the provocateur is death! Without waiting for anyone to question, he already stated his intention: "I declare that this battle between saints and demons is over!"
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone within a radius of dozens of kilometers, and his gentle tone was unquestionable.
"What? The war is over?"
Some people find it absurd, some find it inexplicable, and some even find it ridiculous. A few kilometers away in the sky, a sealed knight with the title of lieutenant general jumped in the air and laughed loudly, shouting: "That guy,
Are you kidding me? You want the Holy Demons to cease the war just because the war is over? It’s ridiculous!”
"Are you questioning it?" Savantou slowly looked towards the sky on the right.
The lieutenant general found it even more ridiculous: "Yes, I..."
After he reached the third word in a sentence, the word 'I', he could no longer say what he wanted to say. The soldiers surrounding him just spoke. I don't know when the general had a blood hole in his heart and a line on his forehead.
Blood stains slid down the bridge of his nose.
The man fell from the sky, and everyone was silent and could not say a word. No one saw how he was killed, and no one saw when the person took action. The black-haired man seemed to move in succession.
He didn't move either, but he didn't know when there was a sharp sword in his hand.
When everyone was surprised, an officer from Demon Moon suddenly shouted: "That's my sword, it's my matching sword." Officer Demon Moon touched the scabbard hanging on the belt around his waist, and the sword in the scabbard
Sure enough, it's no longer there.
The Ice Maniac's heart skipped a beat. Although his subordinate was the closest to the black-haired man, he was still more than a hundred meters away, and he was not far behind the officer. He didn't even notice when the black-haired man pulled the sword away.
!Even his men realized that their sword had been 'stolen' when they saw that the man was holding his own sword.
Savando picked up the dark sword, took a look at it, and said coldly: "It is your honor to be used by me. The sword I have used is not worthy of anyone else to use it again." With that, he swung the long sword and went straight into the heart of the earth.
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Officer Moyue exclaimed: "My sword, that is my sword. Ah! My sword, my 'dark eye'..."
The 'Eye of Darkness', a sword carefully made by famous craftsmen, has... disappeared from this world.
Savando faced south, looking at Saint Vicoia's army, but in fact no one was in his eyes: "Is there anyone else questioning me?"
No one spoke. Even the lieutenant general who was a sealed knight was killed by him with one sword. Who dared to question?