Chapter 255 Kyle's Domain, The Beginning of War, The Fall of Grantham (10K)
Author: Scarlet Echo
Chapter 255 Kyle's Domain, The Beginning of War, The Fall of Grantham (10K)
When the realm of distorted reality was reclaimed, Bartlett's eyes looked at Kyle again:
"Your field is very interesting. Even in all the fields I have seen, it is the most special group of existences."
Kyle was slightly silent and had no words for a long time.
He knew what the Bartlett Monarch meant.
After all, from the beginning, he didn't use the power of the domain much.
On the one hand, it is because it is unnecessary, after all, this battle is just a competition.
On the other hand... he didn't really want people to see the "chess pieces" in the realm of the bound God who were controlled by him after he was fully opened.
After all, Kyle is so famous in Lancaster, and most of his experiences have been studied.
If people see the pieces controlled by the God of Bound comes from countless different races, it is easy to remind people of the doubts about Kyle's identity.
For this reason, Kyle is indeed not very happy to play his field advantage in front of Bartlett.
But... that weird dominant force still quietly influenced Bartlett in every battle.
The Bartlett Monarch looked at Kyle and said, "Kyle, your choice is right. Your field is not so much used to fight, but rather a kind of helping him exert greater power.
tool.
You... can actually continue to influence your opponent as the domain controls deepens, so that you can become the one you accept your control."
Kyle sighed, scratched his cheek gently with his fingers, and said embarrassedly:
"It does have more or less elements. In fact, for me, the longer the battle lasts, the balance of victory will inevitably tilt towards me."
Bartley nodded and said, "I felt that at the beginning, there was a little situation behind the minds of all things that were controlled very smoothly.
It gives me the feeling that something has quietly changed their state, just like creating a weakness in them who have no weaknesses.”
Kyle was surprised that the Bartlett Monarch could actually feel this subtle difference?
Not that I look down on Bartlett.
Whether it is the [Domain·Control Heart] of Bartlett's monarch's doubts are his own [Domain·Binded God], in essence, they constantly influence others through the domain, amplify the ability to "dominate", and thus gain the initiative in combat
an auxiliary field of power.
However, the Bartlett Monarch's [Conscious Heart] is closer to slavery. Through extreme violence, it forcibly breaks through the spiritual world of all things, thereby directly controlling natural phenomena from the level of the spiritual world.
This power is very violent and dangerous, with very clear advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage is that the Bartlett Monarch can control everything at the fastest speed, and gain the power to fight first in an instant, and...
For those existences that are not strong enough, or to be more precise, that even the Sanctuary has not reached, the Bartlett Monarch will have a crushing advantage.
Kyle could feel that the power of the Bartlett Monarch's deception spell after being increased by the domain can be torn apart the spiritual world of those who are normal and below in an instant without any consumption.
Just one command, such as "Go to die", can almost kill those who have been broken through the mental defense.
From this point of view, the human sea tactic has completely failed for the Bartlett Monarch.
No country is willing to consume Bartlett's resistance at the cost of the entire legion. This price is so great that even a country cannot bear it.
But the disadvantages are also obvious.
Kyle whispered: "Mr. Bartlett, if your field is simply to exert its dominance...it will actually cause your combat effectiveness to decline sharply."
"You guessed it, so I said, sometimes, confusion is not the future, enchantment is, everything has its own regular operation, and the result of forced confusion is often tragic
.
Because you can't always be confused and control others. People will always be awake. Everything is the same. As time goes by, the effect of control will become worse and worse, and our combat power will become weaker and weaker."
In short, if the wizards act alone, they will be a first-time kill.
If there is no way to completely shut down the enemy when they first meet, the combat environment they face will become increasingly difficult.
Kyle understands what Bartlett Monarch means.
It's like the fireball technique that was strengthened by Bartlett, and its damage is undoubtedly catching up with the ordinary Seven Rings spell.
Although it is far worse than Kyle's seven-ring compound spell, the destructive power has made such a leap, which is still trembling.
Compared to forcibly dominating and using confusion and control to allow natural phenomena to help the mage exert huge destructive power, it is a good method, at least not so easy to cause rejection reactions in the world of the mind and body of all things.
Kyle pondered about everything he felt in Bartlett's monarchy and said with a low smile:
"So your advice to me is to switch from simple confusion to enchantment?"
"No... you need to focus more on confusion. Your field is completely different from mine. You are not directly dominating natural phenomena, but constantly guiding natural phenomena towards you.
Perhaps it is because of the demonic nature of the abyss, perhaps it is because of the succubus bloodline, or perhaps it is because the power of the totem itself is far higher than the ordinary extraordinary power.
In short, all this will make your field increasingly dominate the region with the accumulation of time, and ultimately…”
Bartlett looked at Kyle's shadow.
He could feel that something was constantly providing Kyle with more energy in the shadow world.
His eyes looked at the surrounding area again.
As the field dissipated, the surrounding scenery changed back to the surrounding area of Titan Town. Bartlett smiled meaningfully while feeling the field covering the entire Titan Town.
"Kyle, you need time, remember that for whatever reason, at least until your purpose is achieved, be sure to stay in Lancaster and hide yourself."
Kyle's pupils shrank slightly, and finally he chuckled and said, "Then I'll lend you a good word."
...
The wind blowing from Lancaster is still unknown, but on the other side, a marquis in the Federation of Iber.
A change that only a few people know about is quietly taking place.
The setting sun in the horizon dyes the mountains, rivers and earth into golden colors.
This is the largest territory in the northern part of the Iber Federation, Grantham.
This territory belongs to the territory of the first Marquis of Grantham, who once followed Consul Kyle and a group of great dukes, who established the original prototype of the Iber Federation.
For more than two hundred years, the Grantham family has thrived on this fertile land.
Logically speaking, as the lord of one territory, the Grantham family should be strong and prosperous.
However, for some unknown reason, every member of the Grantham family in recent years will die suddenly on the spot due to various reasons before they live to be thirty.
This curse lingers on this family that once paid too much for the Iber Federation, making the once glorious Grantham family increasingly dying.
Since the time of becoming the Marquis of Grantham, the Grantham family, which was originally a military clan, moved from several generations to the direction of civil servants.
With the connections accumulated by the Grantham patriarchs of all generations and the federal pity for this tragic family, the contemporary Marquis of Grantham almost rose and soon gained a foothold among civil servants.
Imray Grantham was born in this environment.
"Morbius, the king of the independent kingdom of Olein, looks foolish and unintentional, but now it seems that this is not another hidden old fry.
This time those dwarfs are really going to fall a big shot in the hands of the Olean royal family!”
Imre, who had finally had some free time, didn't have to work in the Silver Guards, talked and laughed with several friends from the Guards who came to Grantham to lead guests.
About a year ago, the halfling king they had met, several well-informed knights, commented on the most popular news recently in a joke.
One of the slightly shorter silver guards was not afraid of the conversation between the few people circulated, and he opened his mouth and cursed:
"Who cares about those halflings going to die! In recent years, they have been in conflict with our Federation for the sake of their interests!"
"You should pay a little attention to theirs."
Imre said seriously:
"After all, we are the Silver Guards, and we must always be careful whether those forces that threaten the Iber Federation will have bad ideas due to the internal unrest.
If they have ideas and try to provoke, then we must get information as soon as possible and cut off their hands out!"
Imre's words were praised by several friends. While everyone was applauding, someone patted Imre's shoulder and said:
"You boy, you have some of the courage of the first Marquis of Grantham, but this era is different, and small-scale battles are not that easy to break out.
If we really want to fight, I’m afraid it will be another struggle and conflict that will affect half of the continent.”
"If you really encounter that kind of thing, there is nothing you can do." Imre said helplessly: "However, my evaluation of the king of the Olean royal family will not change."
"It is indeed... it can instantly calm the dwarfs' resistance in such a short time, and quickly complete the integration of the resources under the dwarfs. If you say this is a temporary intention, the dog shook his head when he heard it."
The silver guard put his helmet aside, cleared his throat and said:
"But your Grantham family is really...
The outside world says that the Grantham family treats the people very well. Given the situation of your territory, I thought your family could be more luxurious four or five times more luxurious, but I didn't expect it to be this scene.
It seems that what the outside world said is basically true.”
Imre smiled and said, "In fact, the main thing is that the Grantham family is usually in the army. For matters like governing the territory, it is indeed much worse than those families who specialize in managing the territory."
He grabbed a handful of cherries from the fruit plate and stuffed them into his mouth one by one. The blood-red juice was spreading, as dazzling as blood.
Just as he spit out a fruit core, a heavy sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside.
Several members of the silver guards looked at each other, instantly brought their helmets, and quietly reached their hands to the weapon around their waists.
And the spear in Imrey's hand had already been raised and said with a gloomy face:
"I'll go and see what's going on. This voice should be the guards of the territory."
Everyone nodded.
As the Silver Guards, their combat qualities are absolutely sufficient.
Once you find that there are changes in the surrounding environment, you will respond immediately.
However, before Imre stepped out of the room, a burst of hurried footsteps came and he pushed open the door of the waiting room directly.
Two private soldiers from the Grantham family broke in, and after seeing Imre, they took a breath and shouted:
"Mr. Imre, something happened!"
"What's the situation and why are you so panicked?" Imre shouted.
"Young Master, the territory~ I saw the crusaders of Holy Brinia on the edge of the territory!"
Imre's pupils shrank and he said furiously: "Are you kidding?"
"No, it's true, our spy has heard news..."
"Say!" Imre said loudly, "What the hell happened?"
The private soldier subconsciously looked at the silver guards, who were reluctant to speak.
Imre, who seemed to notice something was wrong, but was anxious to know what was going on, slapped the table and said:
"Is there any news that cannot be said directly?"
"Young Master~"
"I'll tell you! Now, immediately, right now!"
The private soldier trembled and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Grantham, you are treason!
He ~ He will offer the entire Grantham leadership as a newly opened missionary land in Holy Brinia.
Now there are at least a whole group of people from the outer circle of Grantham City, and they are now attacking us!"
With a "bang", the sound of the teacup falling to the ground was so clear.
Imre stood up in a rage: "Let's hear what you're talking about?"
The private soldier said in a crying voice:
"It's true, Master, on the other side of the border, the master is ordering his subordinates to open and open the switchboard and put the crusaders of Holy Brinia into the interior."
...
Suddenly, a group of silver guards with solemn expressions began to follow.
"Everyone, supervise me, please turn on the relevant communication instruments and be ready to transmit the relevant messages at any time.
Everyone, if we find that the problem is with us, the Grantham family will definitely give you an explanation."
Imre looked at the friends with extremely solemn expressions on his face, and sighed and said:
"I know the rules of the Silver Guards. I don't know why this happens now, but I am willing to accept the test of the Guards."
Several friends from the Silver Guard nodded solemnly.
If the Marquis of Grantham had really let go of the passage and allowed the Crusaders of Holy Brinia to enter the territory, then things would be very serious.
In order to stop the Marquis of Grantham as soon as possible, the easiest way for the Silver Guards is to always use Imre's life to threaten the Marquis of Grantham and let him take the crusaders to evacuate
Out of Grantham.
Imre, who knows this, is not annoyed.
He has worked in the Silver Guard for a long time. The concept of the Silver Guard has been engraved into his bones. He doesn't think this kind of thing is an offense to him, but he will still be regarded as a matter of it.
A means to prove your innocence.
A group of private soldiers led by Grantham began to gather quickly on the walls of Grantham City, and relevant investigators began to quickly disperse to find out the direction of the news and what was going on.
As for the other civilians under Grantham, they naturally noticed that something might have happened outside the town in the notice of the territory's loudspeaker.
Those who move quickly immediately took the elderly and children back home to hide.
Imre is worthy of being an elite member of the Silver Guards. He immediately organized his own private soldiers and made arrangements on the surrounding city walls and sentry towers.
After all, the Grantham family was born in a martial arts family. When raising private soldiers, they completely refer to the training rules of the authentic Iber Federation's battle group.
It is not an exaggeration to say that they are strong and powerful. If not, the private soldiers who sent the news had no chance to come back to deliver the message after discovering the crusaders of Sacred Brinia.
"Is it a war priest in a dress-up? Or is it a combination of Paladins and priests in a squad?
How many are there?
Is it a regular battle group or a regional battle group?"
The private soldier has now basically suppressed the fear in his heart and said, gritting his teeth:
"It's very troublesome. It's not a battle group with only one or two thousand professionals. It's a compound standing battle group with perfect combat personnel. The number of relevant personnel is far more than the configuration of our territory.
Master, if you can’t beat them back as soon as possible, find a way to escape!”
His eyes flashed with fear: "What you should know is that the opposite is the regular army and the guards of ordinary territory, and the gap between them is too big!"
Imre shook his head and said, "Although the probability of repelling them is extremely small, it is not impossible... You must know that all your relatives are in this town.
We have no choice! If we let them go straight in this way, everything we value will become a toy that they wantonly trampled on.
The time is too short, the enemy is coming in full force, no one stops it, and they will not be given a chance to escape...
There are more than 100,000 people in Grantham City, and there is no time to escape safely. We can only choose to fight them in a decisive way, and this is the only option!"
"Compound standing war teams should be relatively standard 2,000 non-professional type strong soldiers, plus 1,000+ cavalry and 1,000+ war priests.
Among these war priests, I often come into contact with them, and belong to a group of combat professions that master many magical abilities and even a small number of spell casting abilities.
To be honest, if the team leader is really Marquis of Grantham and Imre... you should be mentally prepared and find a way to get out of their pursuit as soon as possible."
When Imre heard this, he felt a little overwhelmed.
No one knows better than the Silver Guards, the group of culprits, what this situation means now.
What do the Silver Guards often wipe out the most numerous monster groups in high-level dungeons?
It is not just about its own strength, but more about the enemy's light and darkness. The Silver Guards can obtain information in the dungeon in advance with a complete attitude, and use the advantages of information asymmetry to continuously expand their results.
When facing the Silver Guards with abundant information, even those more powerful monsters will be able to defeat the strong by making advance arrangements.
but……
The situation is completely different now.
"Damn...What is my father doing?"
Imre punched heavily on the city wall, and the powerful force directly smashed a small hole in a corner of the city wall.
His face was full of uneasiness.
Because he knew that no one knew better about his territory than his father.
All the defense forces led by Grantham were completely unprepared for the owner of the territory, and there was nothing he knew better about the relevant situation.
He has always been accustomed to fighting with the help of intelligence advantages. Now he has never expected that he has become the one who is being bullied by intelligence.
"Imre, you shouldn't have stayed at the headquarters for what the commander gave you, right?"
A silver guard thought for a moment, and finally asked.
Imre's pupils shrank slightly, and he almost opened his mouth and retorted: "No, [Qingxing] cannot be used here!"
"Imre!"
The silver guards shouted: "Don't forget that compared with [Xingxing], Grantham occupied the most fertile area in the north.
If you hand over the Grantham leader and lose the defense of this northern fortress, the surrounding area will be completely open to the northern wasteland.
The barbarians on the northern wastelands would not be valued by the crusaders of Holy Brinia. They would only crush the corpses of the barbarians without mercy.
The tribe cannot stop them, and the crusaders who drive in will drill through the entire wasteland, like a spear piercing into the hinterland of the northern Union!
This will make the entire north feel unbearable due to continuous bleeding, and thus affect the strategic layout of the northern part of the federal government. Compared with these, the sequelae brought by [Qingxing] is not worth mentioning!"
[Star of the Star] is the product of another development direction in the Federal Star program.
Faced with the crisis of a sharp decline in the number of top Mesozoic powerhouses, Iber Federation realized that if there is no way to use other ways to survive the growth and development of the younger generation within these fifty years, they may face a weak successor.
Condition.
To this end, the Federation decided to try every means to continue to maintain the existing deterrence of the Federation. If there is not enough talent, it will use external forces to deal with it.
[Qingxing] is a product that has just appeared in recent years.
If you have to compare it... this thing is actually a bit similar to the weapon [Zhongyan Bullet] that was once used to kill gods in the legend of the Goblin Empire.
However, compared to the instant explosion damage of the Final Bomb, [Qingxing] has more destructive power, but...
The high-thermal pollution it releases is so great that its harm even surpasses the alchemy storm that once raged on Olein's land.
Fortunately, the pollution caused by the explosion of [Qi Mingxing] can decay significantly after being covered by the explosion of Qi Mingxing in the second lesson, and ultimately reduce the harm to a barely acceptable level.
Therefore, in extreme cases, it may not be a more suitable solution to detonate the stars in a short time in exchange for the time that Grantham City can hold on.
What's even more fatal is...
He has no choice.
"If this is the case, someone needs to find a way out of the Crusaders and send [Qingxing] to the hinterland of the Crusaders. I will take the lead in charge."
Imre gritted his teeth and finally made a decision.
He once swore under the banner of the Silver Guards that "for the protection of the land of the Iber Federation and our fellow citizens, without regard for sacrifice." Now, it is time for him to fulfill his promise.
However, unexpectedly, the proposal was rejected by several of his friends with a laugh.
"Imre, I really want you. I believe you are not in the process of joining the Crusaders, but... you can't go to this charge!"
Imre's friend patted his shoulder and said:
"You are the legal heir of Grantham's leadership, and you are the only one who can use this territory after the Marquis of Grantham had a problem.
If [King Xingxing] can be successfully detonated, you still need to deal with the subsequent arrangements for Grantham City-related affairs.
You must live well for the sake of the Federation.
Leave the charge to me, it’s Spin from Grantham City. I need to borrow it... I’m most likely that I won’t come yet."
Imre opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he could only lower his head dejectedly:
"I understand, I will help you."
Several silver guards glanced at each other and smiled.
"What do you think? What you do can save our lives. At least we cannot die before leading a large group of troops into the heart of the Crusaders."
"That's right, what's the matter, you're not happy to hand it over to your hands."
"Don't waste time. The Crusaders crossed the northern wastelands and came to the Grantham Territory. There is a big problem in this. I'm afraid... it is a precursor to a total war.
This task must be completed, and a certain amount of preparation time must be given to the rear, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."
Imre took a deep breath, stood on the platform, and said loudly to the private soldiers around and below:
"Everyone, as you can see, Grantham was invaded by other places, and we had no way out. After crossing this wall, our illusion was behind us.
Now, I need someone to carry out a difficult task to escort these Silver Guards to the heart of the Crusaders.
This is destined to be a battle without going back, but it is not good to face it head-on, and let the enemy kill it, it is not possible.
If you want to save your relatives in the town, you must have the courage to make sacrifices first.
Now, I wish those who win the sky will come out!”
As soon as the words finished, dense footsteps sounded.
Several silver guards laughed in sigh, and the laughter was so heroic that it almost resounded throughout the world.
Imre was laughing, with a little sadness in his laughter:
"Very good... I am worthy of being the warrior of our Grantham family! The blood is not cold yet, so why worry about it with you!"
His face was filled with painful choices.
He sent these people to death with his own hands, and the heavy pressure almost made him breathless.
During the dusk, several silver guards who had quietly carried the [Star of the Star], and a group of private soldiers who occupied half of the Grantham family rushed out of the city gate and moved forward unceasingly.
In the vast sunset.
In order to make the purpose of this operation seem less conspicuous, several silver guards divided into two groups and began to wander around the outermost circle of Grantham City.
These two teams are very clear about what they are going to do now.
The relevant news is being transmitted to the royal court at a very fast pace. For them, not using [Qingxing] is actually not the key.
The most important thing is to delay the speed of the Crusaders reaching the top of Grantham City. [Stars of the Star] is the final decisive force, and it will only be activated after discovering that things cannot be saved.
However, on this evening, a brief battle between the two sides quickly started between cavalry and infantry on the grassland in the outer circle.
The two sides were angry as soon as they started. Because of the training of regular troops that Grantham had received for many years, almost everyone had a pretty good archery technique.
As the horse's hooves landed, a meteor-like rain of arrows landed from the sky, which once caused a lot of trouble to the crusaders on the battlefield.
Some soldiers with poor protection capabilities were almost seriously injured in the first round.
But these crusaders with firm beliefs pulled out the arrows inserted into their bodies without hesitation and shouted loudly:
"It is time for us to give everything to God we love and to clear away all enemies who are trying to disrupt world peace. It is a choice we should make."
Listening to the cold and powerful shouts on the opposite side, Imre's eyes in the distance were full of anger.
The most troublesome situation has occurred.
This group of people is not the group of people in the conventional sense who just prays to the gods and wants to get gifts and harvests without paying any conditions.
If it were those group of people, even if they formed an army, they would be just a group of wine without ideals and beliefs.
But this time the Crusaders are really different.
They never lack the determination to shed blood and sacrifice for God's faith, and both sides have their own persistence.
The elements of victory created by people become in danger with the other party's belief that the other party is not inferior to that.
After several battles, the Grantham's cavalry dispersed in an instant.
Several silver guards looked at each other from afar and planned to start to encircle this group of infantry-based legions in reverse.
They didn't think about charging directly from the beginning.
For the cavalry, charging directly is the way to death, and they will directly fall into the dilemma of many powerful people.
Therefore, a reasonable approach is to constantly wander through the mounts under your body, harvest as much as possible, and create the possibility of breaking into the battlefield and launching [Qingxing Star] for the other party.
The fast horses and arrows ran together, and the war priests had no idea of falling into a disadvantage at all. The two sides were temporarily involved in a bloody battle.
But... the mounts will be powerless, not to mention that the Crusaders now have an overwhelming number advantage.
As an extraordinary professional in the Crusader suddenly emerged, he replenished a group of cavalry at a speed of lightning speed, and then turned over and rushed towards a silver guard who was waving a flag to command the battlefield.
clang clang clang ~
A burst of harsh sounds sounded.
The tragic scenes are being staged. Grantham's private soldiers watched their Su Xi's comrades die in the past. In the iron and blood, the blood in their eyes became deeper, and the fighting spirit and madness are also being
Continuously skyrocketing.
The silver guards led instantly penetrated two extraordinary professionals, and then swept the silver spear without hesitation, knocking another extraordinary professional away from approaching.
He endured the numbness of the tiger's mouth caused by the collision, and during the rush, he felt his body getting heavier and heavier until his body was penetrated by a war priest who came in with a mace.
But he is still laughing!
He laughed wildly and waved his spear, and the hot blood spilled on the ground. The spear was broken and the sword was used to use a fist.
He died of blood, but before he fell down, he opened up a bloody path among the Crusaders.
The moment he fell down, another voice passed by him.
That was another silver guard who had always left his spare energy. In his space equipment, the [Qingxing] type tunnel bomb was already active at all times.
He was like a sword, a sharp sword, piercing into the enemy's hinterland under the guard of those private soldiers, fighting in the heart of the enemy.
When his body was cut off by a sanctuary in the waist, he could even whistle with a smile.
[Qingxing] was taken out in an instant and detonated.
The light that soared into the sky illuminated the night, as if it had suddenly come from evening to dusk.
The terrifying light was reflected in Imre's eyes.
He suddenly realized that the friend who had talked and laughed with him had disappeared like this.
The heavy pain made the expression on Imre's face become more and more silent.
Whether it is anger or sadness, when it comes to an end, all that is left is silence.
He couldn't help but rush forward, break into the crusade, ask his father, grabbing his collar, asking "What the hell are you doing?", but he knew it was impossible.
In the end, he could only watch the distant plains turned into a bright aperture after the detonation of [Qingxing] and spread towards the surrounding area.
The twisted energy particles wrapped this area into it. In Imre's perception, the area ahead seemed to suddenly turn into a sea of burning fire.
Although there was no flame burning, the area outside the city wall was distorted by invisible force.
He could feel the violent power. If he went straight into it, he might even change his flesh and blood into something completely different under the surround of that power.
"In this way...at least we can stop them for the time being!"
"My stupid son..."
A cold sound came, accompanied by the whine of the broken armor and the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, Imre looked at the sound of the flesh and blood that penetrated him and nailed him to the city wall.
The old father, who was gentle and stubborn in Imre's eyes in the past, was looking at him with an extremely indifferent look.
Red blood covered the wall.
Imre felt his vitality was losing.
So strong...
He had never thought before that his father was so strong that he became a civil servant and gave up his position in the battle group. In his eyes, he was more like a cowardly and afraid to face challenges.
So when he made a choice, he stepped into the Silver Guards without hesitation because he felt that if he encountered difficulties, he would just choose to overcome them.
Escape and retreat are not advisable, and this will only accelerate the decline of the Grantham family.
He would rather die as a soldier in an unknown corner when he was married early and had children, than live alone in a safe haven and enjoy the protection of others.
...He always thought so.
However, the father who was "living in a safe haven" in his eyes now easily dismantled his resistance.
This power...this terrifying pain of being abused.
Unsurprisingly, the power at the Sanctuary level is a new height that Imre probably will take a long time to reach.
But now...
He covered his blood that was gushing out of his abdomen as if he was not worth it. He looked at the man with a ferocious expression and shouted out his name at the top of his lungs:
"Father...why!"
"Why?"
The Marquis of Grantham, who was standing in front of Imre, sneered and said, "Shouldn't this sentence be what I said to you?
My stupid son, this is my territory, the territory of my Marquis of Grantham, how to deal with this territory is something I need to consider.
Imre, you are so weak and so ignorant, I am also very curious, what kind of courage do you stand in front of me and try to provoke me."
"This... is the land of the Federation... so many people in the past~ cough cough~ I have shed so much blood, so I have received... a piece of land, not us~ cough cough~ Grantham's toys..."
"If you think so..."
There was no external emotion in the voice of Marquis Grantham:
"Then, just take a good look! Look at how this territory that once had the opportunity to belong to you was dyed with the color of God!"
Grantham's fingertips emitted a faint fluorescent light, penetrated into Imre's body, and held his life.
"Mr. Grantham, it's time to start the action."
When the Marquis of Grantham finished his own business, a war priest standing behind him, who was covered in armor, said coldly.
"Of course, it's OK at any time! Grantham's collection is my gift to the great God!"
The existence, who was obviously not an ordinary war priest, nodded and said for granted:
"The rewards of God come with an expensive price, helping the Grantham family to dispel the power of evil gods and protecting you from having the identity of God-given nobles in the future. This is the reward we give you.
Now, Lord Grantham, come forward and listen to the seal!"
"yes!"
Marquis Grantham stepped forward with a feverish look on his face.
...The following is not charged...
Once a day, I want you
Collection, recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, automatic subscriptions! I want them all!
Please, take the lead
华华
Falling Diary:
【About yesterday’s Thunderbolt Shi】
In fact, it was a funny conversation posted by someone in a forum, and there is a similar version -
Before traveling through time: What is Dong Zhuo? If I were to rule the world, I would definitely rule the world, establish Daliang, and then open up a dynasty of the Dong family.
The first day after the time travel: Diao Chan.
The next day after the time travel: Diao Chan.
The third day after the time travel: Diao Chan.
The fourth day after the time travel: Fei Zhongying, Fei Zhongying, you can’t continue like this!
Day 5: Diao Chan was in front of Lu Bu in the wine pond and meat forest.
(Review: I want to see through succubus)
[I saw the general rules of netizens establishing their personalities]
Primary school student: I have a lot of pocket money, enough to smoke and drink, and enough to buy Wangzai milk for you.
Junior high school student: I am a graduate student in Tsinghua and Peking University and the top ten schools in the world are rushing to get it.
College Student: I don’t know what to eat for lunch in kindergarten tomorrow!
Social livestock: The kitten is going to sleep.
High school student: I am a high school student.
(Evaluation: I always feel that it makes sense, but I am a little embarrassed to complain)