Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 127 A quarter of an hour
"Go back."

Without Ivan saying a word, everyone knew what to do.

The rebels ran wildly, and the ground behind them collapsed faster than expected.

Several young people fell into the abyss directly with the ruins because they stepped on the air.

Mirabeau was the fastest runner.

At the same time, he was also the first person to run.

As early as when Mazarin was still in the form of a slime, this guy had already started to move behind the crowd.Now that the giant tentacles had burrowed through the surface, he was first to safety.

crackling.

The sound of buildings collapsing can be heard endlessly.

Walls, eaves, pointed arches.

Just like a building block toy with its support removed.

Without delay at all, it fell straight, and then slid into a deep underground hole.

That abyss is like a black hole, swallowing everything neatly.

Even construction dust like a sandstorm can be completely absorbed.

The garden design of the Palace of Versailles is very regular, and this monster almost drilled out from the center of the palace, which made the entire collapsed terrain look like a circle.

Only the land at the center of the circle will fall into the underground space, and the edge of the circle is just tilted and not completely broken.

Ivan and the others ran out of breath.

Even a knight like Don Quixote couldn't help being tired and wiped his sweat.

Ivan took a general inspection, and he quickly realized that these people had lost their combat effectiveness.

"I'm so tired."

"I can't run anymore."

"I have to rest for a while, is there any water?"

Where does the water come from on the battlefield?

Ivan knows that these people have reached their limit, and if they continue to fight, they will die.

Suddenly, a few tentacles swept away.

The most famous hall of the Palace of Versailles, converted from a loggia, is 73 meters long, 12.3 meters high, and 10.5 meters wide. The Hall of Mirrors has completely collapsed. Only a few pieces of the original 17 huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows facing the garden have been reserved. sized glass shards.

It fell to the ground, reflecting the tired shadows of the rebels.

Ivan looked up.

Countless tentacles exert force along the rock wall.

Debris, ruins, dust.

The monster emerged from the depths of the ground, and the huge volume formed a storm while moving.

Huh, huh.

A rebel could barely stabilize his figure. He crossed his hands in front of him, and then half-kneeled on the ground.

The other rebels are almost in this state.

So big, so majestic.

Don Serra was in total dementia.

Don Quixote held back the hand that was about to draw the blade.

De Treville's lips parted slightly, his tongue stuck in his throat.

The only one who could keep calm at the scene was Ivan.

Boom, boom.

And the dirty and ugly face was finally revealed.

It is as majestic as a mountain peak, and its body length alone is several thousand meters long.

Mazarin is like a gigantic starfish, it straddles this land with a posture that no one will forget, and with its distorted and disgusting voice, it sends out the most terrifying call to the world—it comes from the abyss call.

All life in this city.

Jellyfish, Residents, Musketeers.

Everything looks in this direction.

Some of them had no idea what was going on, but the instinct of life made them tremble.

Those who were close were weeping in despair.

Mother and daughter hug each other.

Relatives and friends seek security from each other.

"What the hell is this? Evil God."

"Lord, please forgive me."

"Satan.hahha this must be Satan, we are all going to die."

Ivan sent a message to a steel bird, and the steel bird chirped and left here.

He turned around and said seriously: "Everyone, the next battle is not for ordinary people to participate in. If there is no problem, you can retreat."

"Retreat?"

"Indeed, we can't help at all?"

The soldiers of the rebel army smiled wryly: "Our strength is too weak, and we really are not reconciled."

Don Quixote was silent.

To be honest, even these powerful people don't know what to do.

The matter has come to an end, but when everyone is silent and the scene is solemn, D'Artagnan is still full of fighting spirit, and he angrily reprimanded: "I don't know what you are afraid of!"

"Yes, this monster is terrifying."

"It may come from hell, it may be some demon king."

"But so what. We are the Resistance and we should not be afraid!"

"Death, how many people died along the way!"

"what--"

This deafening shock shocked everyone, and they looked at d'Artagnan in surprise.

This little rural nobleman whom they looked down upon before is now questioning everyone's soul with a high-spirited aura.

Yeah, what on earth are they afraid of.

Death—are they afraid?

No matter how terrifying the monster was, it was still the same.

One life, kill the enemy.

Will not be soft.

Killing monsters now will not let you relax.

"As long as we're fighting for all the good citizens of Francett, that's enough."

"Keep your faith in mind, comrades."

"Even if we die, there will definitely be a place for us in the annals of history. At that time, heroic souls will remain in the world, with ambitions soaring to the sky, and all the younger generations will point to the books and recite. There is a group of people who have worked hard for the entire Franchite nation. .”

"Only such a thing is enough for me to have no complaints or regrets."

Ivan gave him a deep look, dArtagnan looked like a statue, his face was stern and motionless.

Fortunately, after his words, everyone recovered.

Ivan said: "No matter what, everyone's physical strength has bottomed out."

"Seize this precious time to rest, the battle below will be even more tragic."

Tang Serra clenched his fists: "How should we fight? That monster is so huge—even if we tell us where its heart is, it will take a lot of time to find a giant sword that can pierce the heart."

"There must be a way."

Ivan explained: "But now it takes time."

"Also, fighting or not is not up to us to decide."

He pointed to the monster in the distance: "Did you hear that?"

"what?"

Seeing their stunned expressions, Ivan knew that only he could hear the voice.

"Mazarin is talking about his ambition. He wants to destroy the original City of God, and then rebuild a City of God that composes his own mind."

"What does it mean?"

Others hurriedly said, "What about these residents and soldiers?"

"The brand new City of God will also have brand new residents and soldiers."

Ivan looked at him and said word by word: "These old ones will naturally be destroyed."

"Damn it, could it be the apocalypse."

The rebels started talking.

"I should stop it."

"What to block."

"With the muskets in our hands."

"There's nothing wrong with this little thing."

De Treville spoke.

His voice was husky, like a tape.

However, everyone present heard it clearly.

"I have a mode. I have hardly used it, and I should be able to keep up with its movements, but will I pay a lot in that mode?"

"How long can you last?"

"One quarter of an hour."

Ivan calculated and murmured, "A quarter of an hour is almost enough."

(End of this chapter)