Chapter 298 You Are an Iron-Blooded Eagle Flying Freely
Chapter 298 You are an iron-blooded eagle, flying freely in the sky of the motherland (10K)
Author: Scarlet Echo
Chapter 298 You are an iron-blooded eagle, flying freely in the sky of the motherland (10K)
"You kid, you're still far away!" Within the armored knight, Marquis Grantham's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, the sword in his hand slashed at Imre.
The war broke out in an instant.
But the battle between the two was only a drop in the ocean in the entire battlefield.
In other words, live combat is not the pinnacle for the level of the sanctuary.
In fact, on the land battlefield, there are even more terrifying scenes happening in the sky.
It was a terrifying existence called a demigod that was pouring out its anger crazily.
The indescribable scene in the sky expands crazily outward in a jaw-dropping state. The solidified spiritual world erodes the real world, eventually creating two intertwined chaotic realms suspended in the sky, as if
It's like a continent suspended in the sky.
Such a jaw-dropping scene, even the many legion members with full firepower below, subconsciously shrank their pupils after seeing it.
In fact, when the realm emerges in this human world in a fully expanded posture, the terrifying realm displayed even covers the sky.
The realm creates a spectacle like a floating continent, causing the battlefield below to be directly covered by the huge shadow cast by the realm.
There is no doubt that this is a battle between the top powerhouses in the mainland.
Now, under the influence of this battle, the emotions of the soldiers fighting each other below became even more fanatical.
Even the battle for the sanctuary between the Marquis of Grantham and Imre is still difficult for ordinary extraordinary soldiers to get close to, but compared with the full-fire state between the demigods and legends, it is already better.
Too much.
"You have indeed grown up a lot, my stupid son. It seems that you have not slacked off for a moment in the past two years!"
The Marquis of Grantham's tone was cold, but what he said seemed to be filled with emotion.
Imre gritted his teeth and endured the stormy attacks from the Marquis of Grantham. Although he had already expected that his father might be much stronger than he thought, he was still feeling overwhelmed by his father's strength.
shock.
It's too powerful, really too powerful.
He was far more powerful than his peers. Compared with the power of further leaps in strength that he had endured after participating in the [Federal Star] project and undergoing many experiments, he only felt that his father's moves looked like
It's like it's been tempered over and over again.
It's as if...he has never given up on improving his own strength over the years.
You know, in his impression, since his father gave up the tradition of the Wuxun family and joined the civil service echelon, he has never seen his father in a state of intense cultivation.
But now...
He became more and more unwilling, and unprecedented pain filled his heart.
"Why? Why betrayed? You obviously have a stronger talent than me and a brighter future. Why did you choose to abandon the Federation? Why did you... abandon me!"
Accompanied by Imre's roar, the wave of spell power gushed out almost crushed everything.
However, the Marquis of Grantham remained silent at this time, and every time the sharp sword in his hand was cut out, it would be accompanied by a sword light that was condensed to the extreme.
"Your spell power is loose, your steps are unsteady, and you have huge flaws in the output and control of your spell power. It's okay to bully the weak. But when you meet the Sanctuary that has grown up in a serious way, even now you want to be with me.
As an enemy?"
The Marquis of Grantham sighed and said: "You are really too weak now. Although you are much worse than most of your peers, you are not qualified to appear on the battlefield as a coach.
A coach who is too easily beheaded by the enemy has no value in existence, you should go back and practice for a few more years."
What the Marquess of Grantham said was somewhat hurtful.
But Imre didn't have much thought about this.
He is not as powerful as the Marquis of Grantham, so the only thing he can do is to devote more energy and try every means to get closer to the footsteps of the Marquis of Grantham.
So when the Marquis of Grantham mocked him, not only did he not become more angry, but he sneered and began to quickly control his own power under the "battlefield guidance" of the Marquis of Grantham.
I have to say that my father is more suitable as an "instructor".
Although cursed swordsmen have always been a normal profession, different families have completely different ways of operating and using cursed power.
Grantham, the Steel Eagle Family, is good at condensing his own magic power into the power of steel that is indestructible. This power is so powerful that it can even easily attack cities and demolish strongholds. It is a first-class type of condensed magic power.
Dharma door.
Even among the Silver Guards, there are not many professionals who have such abilities.
Although there has never been a shortage of top geniuses who once enlightened and instantly advanced their method of condensing spell power from zero or low level to an extremely terrifying level, more often than not, people who want to make their own spells
The further improvement of the power movement method requires continuous efforts and trial and error from generation to generation.
Therefore, for the current Imre, the method of mantra movement exerted by the Marquis of Grantham and the related methods of using mantra are like digging for treasures.
Where in the world could there be a more suitable sparring partner than his father, the Marquess of Grantham?
After all, there is no doubt that his father is the strongest when it comes to using the spell power of the Steel Eagle family.
only……
Following a streak of blood-red spell power, Imre took a step back in pain.
Too strong, really too strong!
The gap in strength between the two was larger than he imagined.
Although Imre has been laughing at himself that the Marquis of Grantham is his "teacher", in fact, the Marquis of Grantham has no mercy at all during the battle, and every move is aimed at Imre's death.
It's like he won't stop until he is killed.
Such a cruel battle is really daunting.
To be honest, there were members of the Silver Guard quietly interfering with his attack route during the fight. Now, even if Imre, who has gone through the [Federal Star] plan, wants to defeat this guy,
It's still a fool's dream.
He even said without mercy that he should have been beaten down long ago.
However, even under such circumstances, Imre still held strong faith and stopped the sword that was attacking him time and time again.
"Things are different this time, Father!"
This time, the moment Imre swung his sword, the light that fell flickered with cruel blood.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
As if he didn't care about his injuries at all, he forcibly exchanged injuries for injuries, and while his flesh and blood were rolling, he instantly penetrated the Marquis of Grantham's defense.
The Marquis of Grantham took half a step back as if he was in pain, and the magic power on his body hit Imre like a wave, trying to temporarily distance him from Imre.
But the next moment, Imre was knocked out of the bloody wave...
"Father……"
He used a hoarse voice, as if shouting the last words.
A flash of sword light flashed, and the sharp sword blade instantly penetrated the body of Marquis Grantham. In his wide-eyed look of shock, a tragic smile appeared on the face of the severely injured Imre.
"This is the last time."
In an instant, red blood covered the space between father and son.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the blood belonged to the Marquis of Grantham or Imre's own.
Imre, who had completed his revenge, seemed to have lost his strength. Although his hands were still tightly grasping the sword in his hand, he still maintained his forward posture, as if he was a mechanical doll that had lost its energy.
.
I didn't feel the pleasure of getting revenge.
All Imre felt at this moment was endless emptiness and regret.
He has always adhered to the tradition of the Grantham family and was active on the front line of the battle. Regarding his father who chose to withdraw from the ranks of martial arts and enter the civil service system, in fact, he did not say anything, but he had some thoughts in his heart.
.
Although the relationship between father and son is not incompatible, it would be a lie to say that they have the same views.
But why?
When he learned that his father had betrayed him, the first thing he felt was not anger, but grievance.
Yes, that day, with the help of his father, Grantham was forced to open the city gate, and the scene when he was crucified by his father and struggling on the ground was what made him so angry.
Why keep him...
What I really mean is, why don’t you take me away?
The pain of being a child abandoned by his father was what made Imre Grantham so angry.
And now, it's all over.
But he didn't seem to feel happy.
The only thing he could feel was the spreading emptiness, as if someone had dug a hole in his heart, and all the emotions were vented when they arose.
"Stop struggling, let us talk finally."
Looking at his father who was still struggling on the ground, he couldn't hide the miserable expression on his face.
The Marquis of Grantham's body was still struggling even when it was penetrated by Imre's sword.
He raised and lowered his hand. After repeating it several times, Imre finally couldn't hold it back anymore. He held his hand tightly and said, "Old man, don't struggle any more before you die. Go in peace."
Just as he was saying this, he suddenly felt slow movements coming from his palm.
If you are a normal person, you may think that the Marquis of Grantham is struggling for his life now.
However, Imre is an unquestionable former Silver Guard by training.
As a member of the Silver Hui Guards, his keen judgment allowed him to immediately understand that this was an encrypted authorization.
The authorized object is yourself.
[Make me into blood essence, transplant my eyes, and tell the Archon everything you see]
For a moment, the unprecedented absurd emotion made Imre's face reveal a look of disbelief. Fortunately, he controlled it very well and quickly suppressed this emotion.
Encrypted authorization is understood by only a very few people in the Silver Guards.
Or it should be said that this thing is not for ordinary Silver Guards to learn. Only Silver Guards with special names will have the opportunity to learn this.
Imre…
He has always been a child worthy of making his parents proud.
Whether it was when the Marquis of Grantham was around or after the Marquis of Grantham betrayed him.
After all, Imre Grantham is the next head of the Grantham family who was appointed long ago, not a stupid fool.
At this moment, all the memories of the past are chasing me.
This is a ruse.
Although I don’t know who the executor is, there is no doubt that I am a part of the execution of the plan, but I have always been ignorant of it?
No, no, no, it’s not because I deliberately keep myself ignorant, but because I have to be ignorant to be able to deceive everyone.
The highest level of lying is to prevent yourself from being deceived.
Realizing this, Imre looked at the Marquis of Grantham one last time.
At this time, the corners of the Marquis of Grantham's mouth were stained by the blood that kept falling. Finally, he let out a roar that was almost like a wail. While everyone was stunned, the magic power on Imre's body flashed crazily, enveloping Grantham.
The blood in Marquis Mu's body instantly completed the extraction process of blood essence in mid-air.
A drop of blood essence shining like a ruby appeared in the air.
In this way, under the eyes of everyone, Imre took the initiative to break the secret of the cursed swordsman that had been sealed for so many years.
The next moment, another sword light flashed by.
The Marquis of Grantham's huge head flew high into the sky.
At this moment, instead of the fear of death on his face, there was a faint smile on his face, as if to say:
"The rest will be left to you!"
This was a piece of encrypted information that was only between father and son. Imre, who was now in a state of indescribable heartache, looked at the people around him with beast-like eyes.
The deathly silence and madness contained in those overly aggressive eyes actually made the soldiers of Holy Brinia who were trying to come up to finish off the attack subconsciously take a half step back. However, the next moment they stopped because of their own timidity and looked towards him in embarrassment.
Imre rushed over.
It was at this time that a mouthful of bright red blood essence was swallowed directly into Imre's belly, and the terrifying curse power rose from his body again.
A ray of sword light flashed across, and the group of soldiers who had been killed before were instantly chopped into two pieces at the waist.
"Imre Grantham has taken the head of the rebel, former Marquess of Grantham, kill him!"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the scene became even weirder in an instant.
Some people looked at Imre with subtle expressions, some were lamenting with a little emotion, and some people didn't think much about it and just regarded it as a means to boost morale.
But there is no doubt that killing his traitorous father with his own hands may seem like he can be forgiven by others, but in fact, in the hearts of others, he is even more unwilling to forgive.
Killing relatives for the sake of justice has always been a joke.
In the eyes of many people, a person who can even kill his own father will only be easier to kill someone who is not his/her relative.
This was all doomed from the beginning.
From the day Lord Grantham chose to betray, there was no going back.
For people of Imre's generation, they will probably have to bear the stigma of betrayal until they die, and then there will no longer be any room for maneuver.
Even if the Marquis of Grantham is killed now, it will be the same.
It makes no sense, and it also bears the consequences of "killing relatives for the sake of justice".
But even if that is the case, that will happen in the future.
With Imre's roar, the battle for the city wall money completely entered a fierce stage.
The wailing was endless, and the harsh "kill, kill, kill" sounds seemed to never stop.
From early morning to dusk, until everything seemed to be over, the relationship between the two sides finally came to an end with extremely tragic casualties.
…
"Withdraw, withdraw quickly!"
The demigod of the Crusaders waved his only remaining arm and loudly ordered the Crusaders below to retreat.
The demigods accompanying the Ybel Federation Silver Guards sat quietly on the wall, their eyes never leaving the demigods of the Crusade.
There was a wound on his body that almost cut his chest in half.
That was the injury he had just received during the tit-for-tat confrontation with the demigod of Holy Brinia.
On the battlefield below, there are still large-scale small Silver Guards chasing the scattered Expeditionary Crusaders. The Expeditionary Crusaders have lost the lead. In this retreating state, they can almost be regarded as running away.
This kind of fighting lasted for a long time, until dusk, when the two sides finally stopped with a tacit understanding.
At this time, the Grantham Knights, who had spent a lot of effort to finally clear out the intruders in the city, suffered heavy casualties. Almost everyone on the scene was injured. If it weren't for the tenacious vitality of the professionals themselves, many people might have died from the beginning.
Because his injuries were too serious, he could not wait for medical assistance.
In the darkness, in Lord Grantham's mansion, Imre, covered in blood, finally completed the cleansing of his body.
He looked at the butler beside him, who nodded towards him and said:
"Lord, the doctor who performed the double-eye transplant has arrived."
"Get him as soon as possible."
"yes……"
…
When the doctor had successfully completed the eye replacement surgery and removed all traces, Imre, whose eyes were still wrapped in gauze, said softly:
"Kill yourself."
With a plop, the dead soldier who had just finished the operation fell to the ground, and the soul that escaped from his body was directly sealed into a container by the old housekeeper.
The souls of dead warriors like this are not allowed to ascend, because there are too many secrets in them that cannot be known to outsiders. Although usually the gods are not so boring that they want to know the situation of every believer who enters their own kingdom.
But what if?
Imre would never gamble on this eventuality.
Although he was a little sorry, he would not let him go until he sealed the soul of the dead soldier who performed the mission until there was no need to hide some information.
As the magic power on the body continued to be consumed, even after being anesthetized, the wounds that still had looming pain began to recover quickly.
It didn't take long for these wounds to recover enough for the bandages to be removed.
This is the recovery ability of a strong man in the holy realm. Unless he has suffered a very fatal injury, such a recovery effect is just the result of a large consumption of mantra for him.
After realizing that the pain in his body had disappeared, Imre hesitated and suddenly opened his eyes.
It was at this moment that something seemed to be activated, and he seemed to see a wave of flickering flames flickering in his eyes.
That flame looks so charming and charming, as if once you take a look at it, you can't help but look at it a second time and a third time until you are completely immersed in it.
In a daze, he seemed to see a beautiful world covered by clouds.
Everything there is full of indescribable beauty, as if they were born to be the embodiment of beauty.
At this moment, he suddenly understood that the "common sense" that had invisibly leaked into his mind was telling him that this was the legendary Kingdom of God, and everything living here was the "darling" blessed by the gods.
"What a nice view!"
He couldn't help but said this.
His body seemed to be attracted, and soon his vision drifted into the distance. Not long after, he saw an extremely beautiful woman leaning sideways as if taking a nap in this beautiful place.
"Are they the same people as those undead, God's people who have been blessed by the gods?"
Imre said softly.
That woman seemed to be the incarnation of all good things. Just looking at her lying there on her side gave people a feeling of... being deprived of their sight and intensified with desire.
Even though his back was turned to him, Imre couldn't help but want to step forward and take a look.
Just as he floated forward a few steps, he heard the woman with the beautiful back murmuring:
"It's so strange. I can't find it. It's not you, and it's not you!"
That voice was obviously a whisper, but if it had come from the side of the bed, it would probably have been a stimulant that would have made one's tail stiff.
But for some reason, when Imre heard that voice, he only felt a sense of madness.
The woman seemed not to notice his presence and was still lying on her side in the garden.
A beautiful bird followed an elegant trajectory from the sky and finally landed on the arms of the beauties who raised their hands.
"Can't find it, it's not you..."
When Imre heard her say this, his words were a little more gloomy this time, and there was even a little whimpering in his voice.
"It's not you! It's not you! Why are you all missing?"
She seemed to be wailing, making a wailing sound, and the beautiful creature on her white arm seemed to be distorted at this moment.
Its body quickly became bloated and fat, from a small one to a twisted piece of flesh the size of a basketball that fell to the ground and spattered a lot of blood.
It was at this time that the second beautiful creature arrived again.
It looked like a cute little deer, gently nuzzling the woman sitting on the bench.
"It's not you, you're not, you're not the one I want."
The weird and awkward sound sounded again.
"I can't find it, why is it missing? You obviously promised not to leave me!"
"Come back, come back, where are you going? Let me see you again, just one look! Just one look! Don't leave me!"
"Come out quickly~ Come out quickly~ Don't hide, okay? I miss you so much... I really miss you so much!"
"How about you guys come back? I will definitely manage everything well this time, wuwuwu~so~so~"
The bursts of words were sometimes soft and sometimes crazy. There was a strange and sinister feeling in the words. The strange voice made Imre's hair stand on end. The sinister taste seemed to penetrate into his bones, making people shudder.
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"Ah~ my children, my lovely children, are you coming to see me?"
The woman on the bench seemed to react. Her body lying on the bench seemed to move slightly with difficulty.
She turned over, and her graceful body slowly turned towards Imre.
At this moment, Imre could only feel his brain trembling.
What a beautiful and twisted body this is!
That delicate face looks like a symbol of all the beautiful creatures in the world, and that hair that looks extremely beautiful, but for some reason, the tips of the hair are withered and yellow.
Half of her face had a mother-like loving smile, while the other half looked like she was being tortured by the police.
What's even more terrifying is that for such a beautiful woman, there are no traces of flesh and blood from her chest to her abdomen. The bloody ribs are exposed one after another, and the squirming organs inside look like they are about to kill people.
It was twisted and polluted like crazy, slowly squirming there.
This is the goddess of love and fickleness, Syfreya.
The god's highly condensed sense of presence made her and Imre just look at each other, and Imre naturally knew her identity.
He felt like his thinking was about to stop.
It is hard to imagine what the God of love and fickleness must have experienced to put himself in such a miserable state with his strength and level.
This is God!
This is the god that no one has been able to truly kill for so many years!
The gods are far more powerful than ordinary humans. Not to mention killing them, even after the gods descend, there are not many beings who can kill the gods in their bodies.
And this is simply a calculation of the gods who will descend using the bodies of the chosen ones.
As for the true nature of the gods...
If you ask all over the continent, no one has ever seen this thing while alive.
Mainstream research believes that it is not that the gods do not want to return to the Shenhua Continent, but that the gods are really too powerful, so strong that even if they come in their own form, they may cause irreversible damage to the continent.
Therefore, they were rejected by the Mother of the World, transformed one subspace after another into the residence of their own divine kingdom, and never appeared on the mainland again.
Such a powerful existence was so twisted and ferocious at this moment. Although she could feel the ultimate charm and love from him, she also felt a deep dislike for her.
"It's okay, it's okay, just give me a little more time, just give me a little more time... Everyone will definitely come back to me soon!"
Following a charming and long voice, the God of Love and Change slowly stretched out his hand towards Imre as if he wanted to embrace him.
The moment the slender, fair and green hand was about to touch Imre, Imre stepped back with a look of horror on his face.
Looking at the woman's beautiful curves that wantonly exuded, I wanted to lean on Imre's body and exhale like a blue sound, and I was frightened for a moment.
When did he realize that something was wrong with the God of Love and Fickleness, yet still take the initiative to approach this God when he was unconscious?
Although he just passed by her, at that moment he seemed to feel the bright and gazing eyes of the God of Love and Change, and her soft call.
Imre, who finally struggled out, paused for a moment.
But the next second, he seemed to be confused and walked forward again.
"Come on, come to me, don't leave me, and don't forget me."
So says the God of Love and Change.
The strong and endearing flavor revealed in those words made him instinctively unable to refuse.
Her body leaned forward slightly, as if she was about to fall. Imre was horrified to find that his body seemed not to obey his orders at all, and he subconsciously walked towards her.
It seemed that he was finally able to hold Imre in his arms, and the God of Love and Change held his hand tighter.
The white veil on her head fell off, revealing her extraordinary beauty. The tranquility and noble temperament in her eyes gave you a sense of Southwest when you looked at her.
"Finally...I can finally find you again."
There was an expression of tears of joy on her face that didn't look fake. The moment she hugged Imre, the expression on her face instantly turned into a weird and ferocious evil smile, as if she was mocking something.
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At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed in Imre's eyes.
The unprecedented light almost stung Imre's eyes. At that moment, Imre, who was originally in a state of mental distress, suddenly woke up.
"The next journey is up to you... My child, keep in mind that the family blood and inheritance will that we have condensed from generation to generation are our only means to deal with them."
"Father..." Imre subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to take a step further in the direction of the translucent silver eagle suspended in mid-air, but the next moment, his feet seemed to be pulled by something.
It was like living there, falling into deep space in an instant.
At the same time, the voice of the Marquis of Grantham sounded softly: "The rest will be left to you, Your Majesty..."
The brilliance of the steel eagle instantly decayed and dimmed at this moment, and finally disappeared into ashes, as if it had never appeared in this world.
"Don't...don't go!"
The moment Imre disappeared, the God of Love and Change let out a mournful cry and staggered down from the bench. His cheeks, which I felt pitiful for, were covered with tears.
She stretched out her hand, intending to pull the child back to her. After all, she was a god and had the ability to do it.
The light of the steel eagle, with only the ember of music left, flickered for one last time, trying to stop the God of Love and Change, but in the next moment, this power completely dissipated.
No one can stop God!
The God of Love and Change stretched out his hand in the direction of the void, as if to hold everything in his hand, but the next moment, her other hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed it tightly.
The wrist of the hand ready to strike.
She looked painful and covered her mouth with both hands, suppressing the words "Don't leave me".
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"Ahhhhhhhhhh~"
Imre suddenly opened his eyes and let out a scream that was almost like a scream. He felt as if his head was about to explode. He was rolling on the ground in pain. The sound soon ushered in the grunt.
The butlers of the Ransom family.
The head butler stepped forward directly, intending to test the current physical condition of the head of the Imre family.
The next moment, the blood essence of the Marquis of Grantham that he had swallowed was suddenly spit out by him.
I saw the blood essence turning into a flying steel eagle in mid-air, and then the next moment, the steel eagle lost its wings and turned into scarlet blood and fell.
Amidst the sound of splashing, a pool of bright red blood appeared on the ground. Before it had time to digest and absorb, the blood essence that gathered the power of the Marquis of Grantham turned into waste.
"Master, master! Are you okay?"
The weak Imre shook his hand, with a painful expression on his face.
"go out……"
"Master, it's you!"
"I'll let you out!"
Imre shouted angrily.
Everyone looked at each other in shock, and finally had no choice but to listen to Imre's words and exit the room.
It was only then that Imre raised his head and looked at the scene indoors.
In the study room indoors, his blurred eyes finally saw clearly the motto of the Grantham family hanging in the study room——
You are an iron-blooded eagle, flying freely in the sky of the motherland.
"dad……"
After Imre had just completed the eye replacement surgery, there was blood oozing out of his eyes, mixed with tears and sliding down: "I know, I will complete the final mission."
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[Location: In the study room of Lord Lancaster's Mansion in the Federation of Ybel, the Principality of England]
Kyle seemed to remember something and took out a piece of paper from the drawer.
Two years have passed by this time.
Two years ago, before her death, her sister, the former Sword Master Olivia, finally told Kyle in his ears that she had used the method of divine descent in the dungeon at that time to almost destroy the geniuses of the Ybel Federation.
The names of the four gods.
Thinking of this, Kyle's eyes became much deeper again.
"The God of Ice and Snow."
"God of life."
"God of Death."
"And... the god of love and change, Sifreya?"
Kyle's eyes became much deeper, and there were suppressed emotions in his eyes that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.
"I'm very happy, Sister Olivia. I am a person who attaches great importance to promises. If possible, I will try my best to fulfill the promises I made...
For example, blowing all the bastards involved in this matter into the dust of history. After all, I, Kyle D. Heloise, am a very petty guy!"
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly received a message from the communication crystal located in the royal court.
He glanced at it and found that it was Lord Bartlett whom he had not contacted for a while. After clicking on the communication, he saw Lord Bartlett's serious expression and subconsciously frowned, even straightening his back a lot.
, said softly:
"Lord Bartlett, do you need to contact me suddenly about something in the middle of the night?"
"Kyle, the real top battle is about to break out."
"Huh?" Kyle became energetic in an instant: "Tell me what's going on?"
"Pope Macefield has begun to march towards the northern wasteland with the top troops prepared by the five orthodox churches."
Kyle's pupils shrank and he said coldly: "Five major churches?"
"The gods of dawn, life, death, ice and snow, as well as love and fickleness, more than half of the nine orthodox churches have chosen to side with Mesfield. The old traditions of the Earth Mother Church can no longer be suppressed.
Live."
Kyle took a deep breath, but the expression on his face didn't change much. He just sighed in a low voice: "Finally, has this moment finally arrived?"
After saying that, Kyle looked at Lord Bartlett and said, "Is there anything you need my help with from the Federation?"
Lord Bartlett nodded and said seriously: "There are indeed some things that require your help."
"Tell me what you can do, and I will try my best to help you."
"Because the mission areas are different, the people gathered inside Holy Brinia will not gather in one place. They will directly divide into several groups, and each will lead his own team to the front line battlefield.
Forget about the other churches, the most troublesome ones, Pope Macefield and his subordinates, the Church of the God of Love and Change, and the Church of the Lord of the Morning, were left to Archon Kaier to handle.
Now a group of us need to carry out a precise attack on the top officials of the remaining three churches."
Kyle said in a deep voice: "How accurate is it?"
"Be as precise as possible. We must ensure that after one round of strikes, we can successfully defeat this group of reinforcements so that they cannot participate in the next competition."
"That is to say..."
"Well, Kyle, you'd better be mentally prepared. This time there may be people favored by the gods and gods coming. I will take the floating city there."
When Kyle heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Has the Federation already built a floating city?"
Seeing Kyle's surprised look, Lord Bartlett showed a complacent expression on his face and said, "Of course, you can build it yourself, why do you think that if we gather the strength of the Federation, we can't catch up from behind?
"
After hearing Lord Bartlett's words, Kyle couldn't help but smile and said:
"That's fine. It seems you don't want me to be the first floating city to be exposed?"
"Of course, your floating city is more special, and it still has a mission that needs to be completed."
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Street Diary:
【Gift Diary】
The author's friend Akun gave me a speaker that looks pretty good. The portable Bluetooth speaker with gradient colors is really pretty.
It was round and thick, and I could barely hold it with one hand. When I was holding it, I took a look at the pink color, so...
Bah, bah, bah, what a weird adjective this is.
All in all, this is just an ordinary macho pink speaker. Don't think too much about it, especially a certain idiot Ah Ying.
(Evaluation: Not to mention, the sound quality of this speaker is pretty good!)