Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 573 Declaration of War and Shock

The scene was silent.

Everyone was digesting the news announced by Karl, Director Karl's face remained unchanged, and he said loudly to everyone:

"Friends and compatriots! This is not alarmist talk. The enemy is stronger than ever. We are fighting alone. The kingdom has reached the most critical moment!"

Everyone's heart is very heavy.

Including Ren, the old goat, Artoria, Leon, Alex the axe, Roland the magician, Kelvin the one-armed killer, Michelle, the holy white sword... Everyone quietly listened to Carl's words .

Demons and humans cannot coexist at all. If the Pharalan Kingdom loses...the consequences will be unbearable for everyone.

Carl's deep gaze swept over the people present, panic, uneasiness, bewilderment, silence...he saw these.

The corners of his mouth suddenly turned up. This purgatory butcher with a reputation for killing countless people actually smiled. That kind of free and easy smile made everyone look sideways.

Carl's stiff expression eased a little, and his voice became very clear:

"Are you afraid? Are you worried?"

"Anyway, I'm a little scared. I'm afraid that in a blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers here will be stained with blood. I'm afraid that when I wake up, my relatives and friends will all die. I'm afraid that the kingdom will fail..."

"... I have concerns in my heart, and I believe everyone is the same. Anyone with a little humanity doesn't want to see their homes reduced to ruins, piled up with corpses, starved and starved for thousands of miles, and Displaced people..."

"At this point, we have no way out, but we can also choose to leave. Yes, you can choose to leave and go to a safer country for temporary shelter."

"But I can't, because this is Faroland, my hometown."

The voice gradually slowed down, and Carl took off the hat on his head.

Short brown hair fluttered in the evening wind, and that not-so-handsome face wore a fearless smile that gave up everything, which was particularly shocking.

"Friends and compatriots, let me introduce a place to you."

"Here the Sun King fights against the sky, risking his life to meet the three Dark Lords; the Blue Sword Master breaks the mountain with his sword and builds the city as a pass; the North Sea Pluto plays the ghostly twelve movements here... This is the hometown of William the Conqueror , this is where the fire dragon roars..."

"That's right, this is Faroran!"

"This country does not believe in gods, does not need gods to save, and has never feared demons. In the darkest years of mankind, blood and fire ignited the road!"

There was silence in the audience, and everyone looked different.

Carl didn't care about people's reactions, and he never thought of motivating anyone with words, but he was just stating what he thought in his heart.

Under the gaze of everyone, he took out a flag from the storage ring.

A lifelike fire dragon pattern was embroidered on the quaint and dilapidated flag, which was filled with majestic bloody evil spirit, and an incomparably overbearing substantive coercion permeated the audience.

This is the Fire Dragon Banner, made of the skin of a giant dragon.

Baso~
Karl jumped up and hung the fire dragon flag on the stone pillar in the center of the black altar.

The bloody flag that had witnessed an era was fluttering in the wind.

The fire dragon on the banner seemed to come alive, baring its teeth and dancing its claws, as if writhing, and the blood-colored dragon beard and beard wildly roared, as if roaring to the sky!
Under the high stage.

Ren saw that the old goat, Alex the axe, the magician Roland, the one-armed killer Kelvin... many of Faroland's extraordinary people had tears in their eyes.

Karl looked up at the fire dragon flag, countless memories flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly laughed:

"Do you know? I never bother to say anything about sending people to death, because it is unnecessary. There are thousands of reasons to back down, and there is only one reason to stick to it."

"This is Farolan, here is us!"

Carl's sonorous and forceful words touched people's hearts.

He was far away to the north, staring there with eyes like a god of death, and a terrifying murderous aura shot straight into the sky:
"So, everyone in the audience, please listen to me! I don't want to talk nonsense anymore. Today, the Faroran Kingdom officially declared war on the demons, and they will never die!

"What's wrong with Prince Milo? What about Christian! I don't need to know who the enemy is, I just want to tell you! As a human being, he stands upright, the strong don't respect the sky and don't fear God!

As the Sun King said, human knees are not for kneeling!
So, let me tell you, the enemy is over there, in the southern plains!Crush them for me! ! "

The purgatory butcher's words full of iron and blood and shocking murderous intent lifted everyone's minds, and the scene suddenly became deathly silent.

then.

Ren heard an earth-shattering cry like a tsunami.

"Crush them!! Haha, crush them!!"

"Ooh...oh! Crush them!!"

Boiling blood, generous spirit, and passionate fighting spirit spread to the entire square. The shouts of the crowd resounded through the sky, and the condensed momentum seemed to pierce the sky.

Ren looked around and found that everyone was shouting, roaring, and laughing like crazy.

Some people with tears in their eyes hugged together, even the old goat had red eyes, and shouted loudly, His Majesty Charles, Long Live the Great, and the like.

"My comrade, long time no see."

Farrowland Axe Alex jumped onto the black altar, with tears in his eyes, and gave Carl a hug.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, transcendental beings jumped onto the black platform. Some of them were unfamiliar, but almost all of them were master-level transcendentalists, and they looked quite old.

"I'm back, my hometown Farolan." A master with an unshaven beard and half-white hair kissed the land.

"Haha, there's me too, I'm back!" A master looked up at the fire dragon flag with nostalgia on his face.

The handsome magician Roland, the one-armed killer Kelvin... A number of older superhumans jumped onto the black platform. They were all veterans of the past.

"Carl, long time no see!"

"Alex, it turns out that you, a fool, are still alive."

Comrades scattered all over reunited under the banner of the fire dragon, embracing each other, even Karl's eyes were red, embracing the comrades who had shared life and death together.

"What bullshit devil descendant! Just killed the sacrificial flag!"

"Crush them!! I like this sentence!"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo my lord!!"

The bloody aura on the butchers almost solidified.

The murderous intent spread like a torrential wave, the fire dragon flag fluttered in the wind, and the shouts and roars echoed in the night sky, the surging killing intent contained in it shocked people's hearts.

Ren and Artoria looked at each other, and couldn't help sighing: "These guys are really a bunch of lunatics."

He has no doubts that even if there is an abyss and hell ahead, this group of former knights dares to join hands, sing unyielding battle songs, and advance without flinching!
Artoria's eyes also had a wave of waves.

With the light of her heart, she felt even more deeply. The fearful belief condensed on the fire dragon flag, criss-crossing the battlefield, and going forward even made her feel a sting.

'This is the Fire Dragon Knights who were once as famous as the Knights Templar. '

Holy White Sword Michelle still had a paralyzed face, but there was a little more vibration in his eyes.

He finally understood why the St. Joan Empire didn't choose to go to war with the Faroland Kingdom a hundred years ago, and it has not been able to destroy this country that has repeatedly opposed the church and is full of heresies and unbelievers.

Once there is a fight, even if the church can win, it will have to pay the blood price.

side of the square.

A young man with a handsome face and refined demeanor, carrying a long sword with a cold light on his back, stood silently among the noisy crowd, watching those people on the black high platform.

This young ranger from the natural school held a pen and a notebook in his hand, and kept recording:

On December 312, 12 in the natural calendar, Carl Mordred, on behalf of the kingdom of Faroland, officially declared war on the demons in the Roman Civic Square under the eyes of all the people.

The reunion of the Fire Dragon Knights... It may not be objective to say this, but I still can't imagine that such a group of people will do crazy things when they appear on the battlefield...

In a dark alley.

"Princess Phantom" Ariel leaned against the wall, listening to the shouts, her blood pupils stared at another companion in the corner:
"Tes, do you still think we can win?"

Duke Tays, with long hair dancing like flames, was silent.

Even standing here, he could still feel the Wutao murderous aura on the black altar in the square that gathered together like blades, daring to trample on everything, wash the world with blood, and slaughter all living beings.

The brutal and domineering to the extreme, makes the body chill.

The bloodthirsty and warlike Duke of Tays is not afraid, but he also realizes that Faroran is a tough nut to crack, and if he dares to underestimate this country, he will definitely suffer a blood loss.

"Let's just watch and do nothing to dampen their arrogance?"

Hearing the roars in Roman Plaza, Blood Duke Tess frowned and clenched his fists.

"There are too many human masters in this city, and there are not many saints lurking here. Grand Duke Alves doesn't plan to intervene. If we rush up, it won't be enough for those lunatics to kill."

In the shadows on the other side of the wall, the muscular werewolf Duke Gustav said helplessly.

The city is already the territory of human beings, let alone a top-level big city like Melova City.

Just him, Tass, and Ariel, the three dark dukes, could still jump out and make trouble in a small city like Wilton City, but here, I'm afraid they couldn't make any waves and were shot to death.

Ariel closed her eyes to perceive something. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face as pale as cold flames, and she put a finger on her blood-red lips:

"Hush, please be quiet, Grand Duke Alves doesn't want to be troublesome, but that doesn't mean the other His Royal Highnesses are the same."

"what do you mean……"

Blood Duke Tess and Werewolf Duke Gustav looked at each other, and the two Demon Dukes immediately restrained their breath.

On the west side of the square, under the black altar.

A man with a pale face and wearing a black windbreaker jumped onto the platform.

"Uh uh..."

The man let out a low growl like a wild animal, with faint purple lights in his eyes, his fingers pinched his neck like dry claws, and the expression on his face was extremely distorted.

Thick black mist overflowed from his mouth and nose, and the gloomy and damp breath seemed to come from the abyss of purgatory.

Everyone quickly discovered that he was abnormal.

Bang bang... bang!

In an instant, there was a loud gunshot, and the deacons of the seventh round immediately pulled the triggers, and one after another silver demon hunting bullets were shot at the man in the windbreaker, and scarlet blood shot out.

"Haha... the light is forever, the holy blood is immortal!"

There was a strange smile on the face of the man in the trench coat, which was dripping with blood. He knelt on the ground with his arms outstretched, and black flames suddenly burned all over his body.

"He is offering sacrifices, stop him quickly!" Someone yelled.

Director Jones immediately pulled out a big silver sword and rushed towards the man in the windbreaker. The bright sword light tore through the night, and slashed at the man in the windbreaker like a bright moon!
It's a pity that it was too late, the flesh and clothes of the man in the windbreaker burned up in an instant.

Boom~
A purple-black shadow shot out from his body like a light, drowning out the sword light, knocking Jones so that he vomited blood and flew backwards!

Unabated, the purple-black beam of light slanted towards the sky, blackening the sky, and with a bang, a pair of black wings hundreds of meters long, like the wings of a fallen angel, suddenly opened.

The pair of black wings covered the sky and the sun, as if opening the door to purgatory.

Strange purple-black smoke spewed out from the black wings, filling the sky, dimming even the light of the stars and the moon!
Countless gray streamers rapidly spawned in the void, and finally intertwined and condensed into a twisted and terrifying shadow.

A big guy came... In the crowd, Ren reacted very quickly, grabbed Arturia and started to retreat.

The distorted black shadow was a hundred meters high, and behind it was the pair of fallen angel wings. Under the cover of the dark wings, the temperature dropped sharply.

The black figure suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with a strange purple light, looking down at the crowd in the square:

"Tremble, ants!"

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(End of this chapter)