Do not confiscate my citizenship!!

Chapter 846 The Strongest Man in the Empire
The winter sunset hung obliquely in the western sky of Brillda, casting the last touch of deep purple on the Crain Memorial Square.

The terrace on the east side of the Saint-Astrie Palace stands majestically, like a huge ship about to set sail.

On the terrace, fourteen hundred marble columns held up the towering dome. In the middle of the terrace was a throne made of Aeolian stone carved with the royal emblem of Cyrus. Saint Bardo the Great walked across the throne. He was wearing a luxurious purple velvet robe and a scarlet-gold crown firmly on his head. The sunset glow cast a soft halo on it.

Looking around from the terrace, one can clearly see the Kreen Memorial Square in the distance and the military gods standing under the twelve cornerstone thrones of Kreen. They stare straight ahead, ready to protect the empire and the emperor at any time. Salon's black cloth armor, Geyat's dark green robe, Jasper's dress and mechanical armour, Lugayed's white doctor's attire, each military god has a unique temperament, but they come together to form the most solid barrier of the Kreen Empire.

On the streets stretching for several kilometers outside the Cretan Memorial Square, in front of the giant screens in various places in the city-state of Brillda, in the living rooms of the projection devices in the families of the province of Botswana, and even in the entire Cretan Empire, tens of millions of people are looking up at the Saint-Astrie Palace.

In this memorable and joyful National Day festival, everyone's heart is jumping with joy for the holiday and festival.

"Dear people of Krei, at this solemn and sacred moment, we once again witnessed the thousand-year-old glory of the Krei Empire, and we once again felt the blessing of the God of War and Sword."

Saint Bardo the Great stood at the front of the terrace, speaking in a rich, powerful voice.

According to normal procedures, the Royal Horse Guards Parade will be held in the afternoon of the National Day. The Royal Horse Guards will march past the Saint-Astrie Palace to pay tribute to the emperor, and then the God of War will attend and complete the blessing ceremony.

In the final closing steps, the royal family returned to the Palace of Saint-Astrie in carriages or on horseback, and the god of war was required to protect the emperor.

At this moment, at sunset, His Majesty the Emperor gave a final speech to the people on the open-air balcony of the Saint-Astrie Palace, and the celebration reached its climax with the aerobatic performance of the Royal Aircraft Corps.

"Looking back on the past year, the Krewe Empire has once again demonstrated its courage, wisdom, and resilience. Our producers have worked hard to bring about a bumper harvest, our magic craftsmen have created countless miracles with their ingenious skills, our scholars have promoted the advancement of technology and culture with their profound knowledge, and our military guards have guarded the territory and honor of the empire with a fearless spirit. It is because of you - the hardworking, brave, and wise people of the Krewe Empire that we can stand proudly on the top of the southern continent, and our descendants can live in peace and prosperity!"

St. Bardo's voice grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the square.

The people applauded, and the applause was louder and louder and lasted for a long time.

"But, my people, we must not stop at the glory of the past. The future is destined to belong to the brave, the wise, and the pioneers. In the new year ahead, under the guidance of the gods, let us create a brighter and more glorious future for the Krewe Empire! We will work tirelessly for peace, justice, and freedom, and let the flag of the Krewe Empire fly high forever in the southern continent for thousands of years!"

Saint Bardo raised his right fist and his tone rose gradually.

At this moment, he seemed no longer just the king of a country, but the embodiment of the dreams and hopes of all the Crete people.

"Long live the Kremer Empire!!"

The cheers of the people outside the square were like a tsunami, and countless colorful flowers and gold confetti flew over the streets like a gorgeous rain curtain.

"Finally, let us pray together, in the name of the God of War and Swords and the twelve founding heroes, that the Krewe Empire will prosper and prosper forever! Long live the Krewe Empire!"

At this point, Saint Bardo the Great drew out the Sword of Heroic Spirits of Seiros. The mighty light of the sword seemed to light up the night sky, and the figures of the heroes turned into a long river and appeared behind Saint Bardo the Great.

The shadowy heroes that looked like a mural of the Age of Gods seemed like guardian gods at this moment, making the figure of Saint Bardo the Great even more divine.

Some of the residents in the front couldn't help but kneel down and pray, thanking the gods for granting Cremorne prosperity.

At the same time, the Royal Mechanics' flying display also crossed the sky above the square and left colorful trails. From time to time, they formed the national emblem of the Kremer Empire, decorating the entire sky with brilliance. Music also sounded in the square, merging with the cheers of the people of the empire into a magnificent symphony.

Just when the celebration reached its peak, bunches of brilliant fireworks shot up into the sky, blooming into dazzling flowers in the night sky.

The fireworks, each other's smiles and their aspirations are reflected in people's eyes.

However, amidst the jubilation and celebration, no one noticed the slight abnormality at the Kremer Memorial Plaza.

Although the twelve military gods stood solemnly, barely perceptible pain and confusion flashed across the faces of some of them from time to time.

Under the stone tablet of the third cornerstone, the Sardonyx Seat.

"I seem to have had a long dream..."

Geyat had just felt dizzy and was just barely waking up now. He clenched his teeth and clenched his right hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Cold sweat rolled down his pale forehead and dripped onto the ground of the memorial square.

If his dream was true, then he might have been controlled by a very powerful ninth-level vampire, which changed his will and made him obey the other party at the critical moment.

Not far from him, in front of the fourth cornerstone, the Jade Throne.

Jasper also felt a sharp pain in his artificial eye, as if it was being pierced by countless needles.

She couldn't help but want to raise her hand to cover it, but she was holding back because this was one of the most grand ceremonies in the Krelian Empire. As the god of war who protected the emperor, she was in an important position at the moment and could not do anything disgraceful.

She held her breath and tried her best to remain motionless.

In a similar situation was the Fifth Military God, Mica Road Gayad, whose face was also paler than usual.

As an eighth-level top doctor, he is able to adjust his own condition better than others.

He felt the medicine box on his back become extremely heavy, as if it was filled with lead, weighing him down to the point where he could hardly breathe.

Lugayed was observing the square and he found that he was not the only one in this situation. The eighth military god, Kanzel of the White Gold Stone, and the ninth military god, Ryan of the Amethyst, also looked a little unwell.

At this moment in Krewe Square, there are only ten of the twelve military gods left.

After the blessing of the God of War and Sword ended, the Sixth Military God, Water Jade Violet, headed for the sky without a care in the world, confusing them all and even embarrassing Saint Bardo the Great.

Fortunately, Hecintos helped to smooth things over.

He couldn't let go of Violet, so he apologized to Saint Bardo the Great and chased after her.

So with the two military gods absent tonight, it was left to these ten to perform their duties to protect the Emperor and ensure a smooth conclusion to the National Day celebrations.

Three, four, five, eight and nine were not in good shape, but the second military god Salon of Obsidian, the seventh military god Philip of Blood Chalcedony, the tenth military god Julius of Red Tourmaline, the eleventh military god Simonlo of Emerald, and the twelfth military god Bianca of Cat's Eye were all in good shape.

They were keenly aware of their companions' expressions.

Bianca, the cat-man scout, exchanged a worried look with Saron, the strongest of their military gods currently in the square.

"..."

The second god of war, Salon, still had an indifferent look with his hands around the sword, but his eyes were open, ready to use force to deal with any possible changes.

The Tenth God of War Julius glanced at Goyat, Jasper, and Lugayed.

He was more clearly prepared for battle than Saron.

At this time, none of them can act rashly.

As the strongest guardians of the Cremon Empire, they have the responsibility to maintain the unshakable image of the God of War on such an important day and not continue to do impolite things like Violet and Hecintus did.

Any abnormality may cause panic and suspicion among the people, seriously affecting the credibility of the Temple of Gods.

What's more, they couldn't explain where this strangeness came from.

At this moment, all they could do was to deal with all their doubts, listen to the emperor's speech in the most perfect manner, and complete this final ceremony.

The resounding voice of Saint Bardo the Great still echoes through the streets of the entire city-state of Brielda.

As the night lights come on, countless bright lights illuminate the Kremer Memorial Plaza as bright as day.

"Thank you very much."

Saint Bardo the Great was still standing on the terrace of the Palace of Saint-Astrie, his eyes full of love and relief, and the smile on his face was like a spring breeze.

"The Crane Empire, this ancient civilization, is stepping into a new era with its endless glory and mystery."

Saint Bardo the Great slowly raised his right hand and said his final farewell.

"In the name of the God of War and Sword and the Twelve Founding Spirits, the people of Kreiren, bless you."

"Moving towards the future together!"

The voices of thousands of Cretans merged into a resounding oath, traveling through time and reaching far away, echoing under the night sky of Brillda, on the waves of the Grande River, and in the hearts of every Cretan.

The night was like a huge cold hole, pressing heavily on Brillda.

In the distance, the blood moon was rising slowly, like a giant eye with an ominous red light, overlooking the Kremer Memorial Plaza.

Its light shone through the thin mist clouds, covering the entire square in a reddish hue.

The people, immersed in the passionate celebration, were unaware of it.

"The moonlight is so beautiful."

"I saw a red moon tonight."

Their faces were filled with pure joy as they talked with the people close to them.

"Long live the Cretan Empire! Long live Saint Bardo the Great!"

Tens of thousands of people still responded in unison, their voices resounding through the night sky like endless thunder, bidding farewell to Saint Bardo the Great in the square.

At this moment, a sudden fluctuation of magical power broke everything.

"Ah-"

The third military god, Geyat, suddenly let out a roar.

He held his head tightly with both hands, his face twisted in pain, and his eyes flashed a terrifying red light.

Bloody spiritual energy gushed out from his body like a soaring poisonous snake, connecting to the distant night sky. He was shrouded in a bottomless shadow and his magic power was completely out of control.

Soon after, the same changes occurred to the fourth military god Jasper, the fifth military god Lugayed, the eighth military god Conzel, and the ninth military god Ryan.

They roared and struggled in pain, as if they were fighting against the evil spirits in their heads.

But it was obvious that this time they could not wake up like the brief miracle just now.

Their eyes turned blood red, leaving only pure brutality.

Magical power and aura close to the realm of gods burst out of their bodies uncontrollably, the barrier of the Kremer Memorial Square began to tremble violently, the stone slabs of the streets in the distance cracked, and the residents who were too close fell to the ground with blood flowing from their eyes, noses and throats before the smiles on their faces turned into horror.

The next second, five military gods in an extremely crazy state rushed towards the terrace of Saint-Astrie Palace above the west end of the Memorial Square at a speed invisible to the naked eye!

The ground instantly cracked wherever they stepped on, and the protective barriers exploded one after another, and they all attacked with all their strength.

The scarlet, empty eyes were fixed directly on Saint Bardo, flashing with madness and murderous intent.

"kill--!!!"

They roared in inhuman, chaotic voices, and their sounds echoed over the square.

The bloody energy around the military gods connected them like silk threads, turning them into the most brutal puppet killing machines.

Right now.

The Second God of War, Salon, who had been prepared for a long time, finally grasped the hilt of the sword. With a heavy metallic sound, he drew his sword and swung it, and in an instant the Kremlin Memorial Plaza was cut horizontally.

Even with the protection of the barrier, it couldn't stop him from cutting through the ground.

The sword energy that burst out from the clearly cut crack actually caused an updraft, which completely deflected the five military gods who attacked Saint Bardo the Great.

"That's great, Saron-meow, thank goodness I have you!"

Bianca, the twelfth military god, shouted in relief. She was able to react when the unexpected happened, but she couldn't do anything.

Only the second god of war, Saron, has enough power to stop the other gods of war.

The Seventh God of War Philip, the Tenth God of War Julius, and the Eleventh God of War Simonlo, who were still sober at this moment, exchanged glances and immediately rushed forward to stop these companions who had suddenly gone crazy for unknown reasons.

The square instantly fell into chaos like hell on earth.

The laughter stopped abruptly and screams broke out one after another.

The crowd ran backwards like a tide, pushing and trampling, scrambling to escape this nightmarish scene.

Countless residents fell to the ground and were ruthlessly trampled by the crowd behind them, and their screams were endless.

Cries, wails and cries for help intertwined into a shrill noise, echoing in the streets several kilometers outside the memorial square.

"The gods of war are fighting? This is going to cause the world to break apart."

"The God of War has gone mad, run!"

"Run for your life! It will be too late if you don't leave now."

Panic spread among the crowd like a flash flood, sweeping everyone away.

In the chaotic crowd, many people were tripped and trampled. Mothers were desperately calling for their lost children, and children were desperately searching for their elderly parents. They helplessly stretched out their hands to try to grab the people around them, but could only watch their relatives and friends disappear in the crowd.

People threw away their celebratory flags and masks of joy, revealing the most primitive fear in their hearts. They fled in all directions like headless flies, just wanting to get away from the battlefield in the Memorial Square.

At the Crane Memorial Plaza.

The figures of the five berserk war gods were about to break through the protective barrier and approach the terrace. He had long transcended the scope of human beings, and after losing his mind, he turned into a pure god of destruction.

Inside the memorial square, five sober military gods quickly protected Saint Bardo the Great, and the eleventh military god, Emerald Simonlo, reinforced the barrier.

"Holy Healing Storm, God of Wind, Hallworth."

Simon Luo shouted loudly and slammed the Emerald Staff on the ground. The barrier of the memorial square began to resonate with him, isolating the square from the magical turbulence of innocent residents, and at the same time began to slightly heal the suffering residents in the distance.

"What's wrong with you? Wake up!"

Cat's Eye Bianca shouted anxiously to her companions.

Today this is not just a dereliction of duty, but a crime of regicide!
Even if they come to their senses, they will probably have to stand trial, and it will be difficult for them to escape guilt without paying a price.

"It's useless. Stop them first."

The usually reckless Tenth God of War Julius spoke particularly coldly at this moment, pulling Bianca and helping her avoid the merciless attack of the Ninth God of War Ryan.

"I never thought that I would have to fight you one day."

Philip, the Blood Jade of the Seventh Army, did not hesitate and was the first to enter a full combat state.

At this moment, he was actually a little excited to be able to fight with other military gods.

He looked at the fifth military god, Lugayed. He would only challenge military gods stronger than himself.

"We may not win even if we play five against five."

Simonlo completed the reinforcement of the barrier and began to strengthen it, calling out to his companions who were still conscious with a worried look on his face.

"Leave Geyat and Jasper to me, and the three of you just need to stop Kanzel and Ryan."

After saying this, Salon drew his sword and walked towards the third military god, Gyat, and the fourth military god, Jasper.

"it is good."

Bianca didn't say much. She stared at Conzel and Ryan who rushed out of the sword energy barrier, and protected Simon Luo behind her.

Although the few sober military gods except Salon are generally weaker, fortunately Salon has the strength to break through, which is indeed enough to stop Geyat and Jasper.

The two military gods suddenly started a desperate fight at the Krewe Memorial Square, almost replicating the civil war between the military gods on the Bloody Day twenty years ago!
The buildings around the square collapsed with a loud bang like a surging sea tide. The collision between the gods of war was faster than thunder, shaking the entire Brillda.

The earth trembled, and wide cracks appeared on the stone streets, as if being swallowed up and collapsing step by step. Under the impact of the battle between ten military gods, the ancient Cyrus-style buildings, with their intricately carved sculptures and stained glass windows, were all shaken off in an instant, and the fragments were scattered in the wind.

The violent magical flow from their fight swept across the barrier of the entire memorial square and could break through it at any time. The night sky was dotted with lights that were more dazzling than at dusk, and even the weather changed. The passing dark clouds gradually obscured the stars, and purple lightning and thunder flashed across the dark sky and earth.

"what on earth is it……"

Saint Bardo the Great frowned behind the barrier on the terrace, gripping the hilt of the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros, and pretending to be calm as he commanded the Guards to bombard the God of War with the city's defense facilities.

He is not weak with the divine sword in hand, and even a seventh-rank captain of the Royal Guards finds it difficult to hurt him. If he runs away now, away from these sober military gods, he may fall into a more dangerous situation and lose the heroic image he needs in front of the people.

The entire area around the Crain Memorial Plaza turned into a hell on earth, with corpses everywhere, blood flowing, and wailing everywhere. St. Bardo suppressed the annoyance in his eyes.

He was already very dissatisfied with the performance of these military gods today.

The first one is the arrogant High Priestess of the Moon God, Violet of the Water Azure Jade. If it weren't for Violet's special identity in the Elsaya Sanctuary, he would have long wanted to take Violet as his concubine and conquer this unruly wolf.

Then, the first military god, Hecintus, was as unreliable as ever, and left early with a laugh.

Now, half of the remaining ten military gods have begun to disobey.

What made Saint Bardo most intolerable was that this group of military gods actually pointed their blades directly at him!

In this chaotic situation, on the memorial square separated by the barrier of Saint Astrid Palace, the second military god Obsidian Throne took the lead, and the dark sword in his hand drew a sharp sword light, and at the same time cut through the illusion seals of Geyat and Jasper and the encirclement of the mechanical army.

The sword edge of the Obsidian Throne contains a sharp sword intent. Wherever the sword energy passes, even spells will be destroyed.

He is the only one among the first six military gods who is not bound to the Original Slate. In his opinion, he does not need to rely on the Original Slate to strengthen himself. If he changes his fighting style for the Original Slate, it will become a shackle on his becoming stronger.

Salon's figure shuttled between the third and fourth war gods like a ghost, with heavy sword shadows, and sometimes he just held down the hilt of the sword, not slashing it out completely, forcing the frenzied war gods to retreat continuously.

But even so, these two mad military gods were still as ferocious as ever, heading straight towards Saint Bardo the Great, without caring about their own injuries.

"If you two don't wake up soon, I might not hold back."

The second god of war, Saron, spoke while fighting, but his call seemed completely unable to reach the hearts of the two gods of war.

"King Killer!"

The third military god Geyat and the fourth military god Jasper just kept roaring, with beast-like murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

"..."

Salon remained silent, but his eyes, as calm as lake water, had seen through the body veins of Geyat and Jasper and their weaknesses.

When his blade was about to be completely pulled out, he changed his stance and gripped the hilt in reverse, not using his full sword skills to kill his colleagues.

On the other side of the square, flames rushed through the clouds.

The seventh god of war, Philip, stood in front of the fifth god of war, Lugayed, his hands seemed to be covered with lava transformed from blood, and collided with Lugayed's golden medical box.

On the battlefield between the two, all that could be seen was the smoke caused by the drugs, a hint of fire, and the continuously erupting bloody magma.

"Luke Yed, you are a doctor with such strong physical fitness."

Blood Chalcedony Philip spoke to himself in amazement and excitement.

At this moment, apart from his duties, he was enjoying the battle in front of him more.

Ever since Gayed of the Mica Road took out the potion and injected it into his body, he was able to fight against this warrior head-on.

Lugayed, who can continue to heal himself, will obviously have the advantage over him if the fight continues.

But Philip didn't care. It was enough for him to have a fight with all his strength. Only this kind of battle could make him stronger.

I don't know where it started, maybe it was because of the previous battle with the high priest Loren, which made him unforgettable. Since then, he has always had some obsession with fighting with strong people.

If the high priest had not been sealed, Philip would admit from the bottom of his heart that the high priest was the opponent he most wanted to fight in a real duel.

Even though he knew he would lose, Philip wanted to experience Lorenz's growing strength and his determination to fight to the death through battle one more time.

Philip glanced toward the end of the Cleveland Memorial Plaza.

The most chaotic was undoubtedly the chaotic fight among the other five military gods.

Julius, Simonro, and Bianca team up against Conzel and Ryan.

The fight between three and two was so intense.

Julius had summoned the crimson heavy guns and cannons, covered in armor, and bombarded the Eighth God of War, Conzel, and the Ninth God of War, Ryan, with unlimited firepower.

Conzel was also like a barrier, and he moved forward against Julius' firepower. Ryan's surprise attack was aimed directly at Julius. It was all thanks to Bianca and Simon Luo who supported Julius and helped him to repel Ryan.

Julius, Simonlo and Bianca kept changing formations and attacking alternately, trying to find the weaknesses of Conzel and Ryan.

Conzel and Ryan seemed unaffected by them, and continued to advance towards the Saint-Astrius Palace with inhuman speed and strength.

"Damn it, why aren't Hecintus and Violet here at this time!"

Bianca yelled in frustration as she fought.

If Hecintos were here, they would be able to suppress these crazy guys quickly.

Or if Violet also mastered many sacred arts of the Holy Land, she might be able to resolve the abnormal state of the military gods that were out of control.

Simonlo's purification spell alone had no effect on them.

But it makes sense that it would be strange if Simonlo, who was at the bottom, could dispel the evil mental magic that had absolute control over the God of War.

"Conzel, Ryan, please wake up."

The end of Simonlo's emerald staff slammed the ground heavily, and the holy light shield instantly unfolded, blocking Kangzel's mountain-like attack.

If the fighting continues, a catastrophe will probably occur today, and the bloodbath of twenty years ago will reappear.

Once the barrier can no longer hold up, the situation will spiral out of control.

Even though Brildah is the largest city-state in the empire, with a built-up area dozens of times larger than that of the small city-states on the border, it is not difficult to destroy a city-state in a life-and-death battle between ten military gods. It is just a matter of time!

"Kill! Behead Saint Bardo the Great!"

The mad god of war and the sane god of war fought fiercely, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

And at the far end of this chaos, Saint Bardo the Great stood behind the protective barrier of the terrace, tightly grasping the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros.

His face was solemn, and when he heard the voice of the God of War, anger was still rising in his eyes.

Although on the surface he still maintained the dignity and composure that an emperor should have, there was already a raging storm in his heart.

"Gayat, Jasper, Lugayed, Kangzel, Ryan! As my gods of war, how dare you go crazy and kill the king on a day like this? Are you rebelling?!"

Saint Bardo's voice was gloomy and cold, and every word was filled with anger and oppression.

"I once trusted you and regarded you as my confidants and my arms, but now, have you ever thought about what kind of disaster such behavior will bring to the empire? What kind of trauma will it leave in the hearts of the people?"

Saint Bardo slowly raised the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Ceros, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the mad gods of war.

The sacred light on the sword was like a divine punishment, illuminating his stern face.

This legendary sword seemed to sense the will of its master, and the sword body trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound.

"If you insist on taking this path of no return, I will have no choice but to personally uphold justice in the name of the empire and its people!"

Saint Bardo's words were like thunder, exploding in the night sky.

He stared directly into the bloodshot eyes of the mad military gods, as if he wanted to destroy their madness with his willpower.

The light on the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros became brighter and brighter, a pillar of light fell from the sky, and the thunder of divine punishment briefly repelled the Eighth Military God Kangzel and the Ninth Military God Ryan, paralyzing them for a moment. However, this attack had almost no effect on the Third Military God Geyat and the Fourth Military God Jasper.

However, faced with Saint Bardo's questioning and pressure, the frantic gods of war remained unresponsive.

They just kept roaring, trying desperately to break through the obstruction of their comrades, to kill Saint Bardo the Great and complete the goal of the night.

In this battle that was almost out of control, blood-red stars suddenly flashed in the night sky west of Blildah.

It was a red comet, with a long blood-red tail, drawing a track that cut through the clouds in the night sky.

The energy fluctuations it radiated were so powerful that even the military gods fighting fiercely in the square far away could clearly sense them.

"!"

The sober military gods suddenly changed color.

They realized that a more terrifying existence had appeared.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped their hearts.

The ones who felt it more clearly were undoubtedly the most powerful military gods present.

Judging from the fluctuations of this magical power, the source of the madness of other military gods is obviously this mysterious and extremely powerful existence!
The incomparably terrifying mental pressure and ninth-level magic power, as if coming from the realm of gods, made all the fleeing residents below feel their souls collapse and lose control, turning them into puppets with their strings cut.

Behind the red moonlight, destruction, disaster, everything is a prophecy engraved in the magic book.

"Ninth level?"

The twelfth military god Bianca stared with her eyes wide open, her pupils vertical, looking in that direction.

The strength of that bloody figure was completely beyond her understanding. The only thing she could think of was the ninth-level realm.

Even the second god of war, Saron, really gripped the hilt of the sword this time.

Before they could fully react, the red comet was already flying straight towards Saint Bardo the Great on the terrace of the imperial palace. It was so fast that it hit the terrace in the blink of an eye.

"Back off! Evil spirit!"

Sarron ordered.

He realized the seriousness of the situation and wanted to go to the Saint-Astrie Palace immediately to intercept this unconventional enemy.

But Geyat and Jasper in front of him seemed to be summoned by the comet. They rushed towards him regardless of their own lives and blocked his way.

At the same time, the mental pressure also came upon them, slowing down all their movements!

The other berserk military gods were not affected.

They turned from breaking through the defenses to stopping the other gods of war, risking their lives to prevent them from protecting their emperor.

"Damn it, what the hell is that!"

Simonro gritted his teeth and said this, using Storm Wind to do his best to resist Conzel's attack.

On the terrace, Saint Bardo the Great also felt the terrifying pressure.

He tightly grasped the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Cyros, his graying brown hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were fixed firmly on the blood-red figure.

The red comet stopped in front of the terrace's railing, its light faded away, revealing its true face.

He was a boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old.

He has a delicate and beautiful face, like an angel descending to earth, and his short hair flutters in the night breeze, as bright as moonlight.

But what is most striking is his eyes.

Those were a pair of blood-red eyes, as if they had carried endless years and witnessed countless cycles of life and death.

Rachel slowly landed on the terrace, as if he was enjoying an interesting drama.

When his eyes fell on Saint Bardo, a smile curved his lips.

"His Majesty the Emperor of the Kremer Empire."

Lachar opened his mouth, his voice clear and icy cold.
"Please go on your way."

His words were like a spell, instantly covering the entire Kremer Memorial Square, and the actions of other sober military gods who were fighting were once again irresistibly slowed down.

They had never encountered such an enemy before, who could easily suppress and interfere with them all with his mental power!

Saint Bardo only felt an unprecedented pressure coming over him, as if the weight of the whole world was pressing on his shoulders.

The light on the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros continued to burst out, fighting against the blood power of Lachar.

He held the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Ceros firmly.

If it weren't for the protection of the magic sword, he would have probably fallen to his knees.

"This sword is really nice."

The third ancestor, Lachar, glanced at the sword in the emperor's hand, raised his hand and paused, staring at it with interest.

"How can you shake the hundreds of years of foundation of my Kreihe Empire?"

When Saint Bardo the Great saw that the other party was afraid of the sword in his hand, he suddenly felt relieved and shouted harshly.

"..."

A smile gradually emerged from Lachar's hesitant expression, until it turned into a grim smile, and he suddenly increased the suppression of his mental magic power.

next second.

St. Bardo fell to his knees involuntarily, his left hand trembling as he covered his neck, feeling suffocated.

Even with the protection of the magic sword, he could no longer resist this level of magic power.

"I just said that this sword is powerful, but you are just an ordinary man. Do you think you can resist me with a divine sword?"

Lachar asked, looking at Saint Bardo the Great jokingly.

"Do not……"

Saint Bardo's eyes widened, his face twisted in pain.
"Quick, come and save me..."

Saint Bardo the Great glanced at the military gods fighting in the square on one side.

He felt his consciousness gradually fading and his mental strength rapidly draining away.

And Lachar just stood there, smiling, admiring the miserable state of St. Bardo.

A layer of black and red energy surrounded him, swirling around him like a living being, sometimes turning into a sharp blade, sometimes turning into a devil's claw, threatening any life that dared to approach.

Saint Bardo the Great gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and tried to stand up with the help of the sword.

The Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros shone again in his hand, as if responding to his will and giving him strength.

"I am... the emperor of the Kremlin Empire..."

Saint Bardo raised the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Ceros, and the sacred light from the sword instantly filled the entire terrace.

The God of War can no longer be relied upon.

He can only rely on himself at this time. This magic sword has a significant special attack against evil creatures that endanger the royal family. The more he fights against evil, the more it can be stimulated to the limit!

The light was so bright, like dawn dispelling darkness, it illuminated the face of Saint Bardo and the fighting spirit in the emperor's eyes.

This scene greatly encouraged the people outside the square who witnessed it.

They saw that their emperor, even in the face of such a powerful enemy, where even the God of War was controlled by the enemy, still fought tenaciously and even summoned a group of heroic spirits to give him strength and sword skills.

"Long live Saint Bardo the Great! Defeat this enemy!"

The crowd erupted in inspiring shouts, cheering for their emperor and praying for their country.

At that moment, everyone's hearts seemed to be connected, beating to the same rhythm.

The courage of Saint Bardo made them realize that as long as there was such an emperor, the tragedy of the Bloody Day would never happen again.

however.

All of this vanished in the next moment.

Lachar looked at Saint Bardo's resistance, and the smile in the corner of his eyes became even more disdainful.

He waved his hand disdainfully, and his blood-red claws suddenly grabbed Saint Bardo with all his strength.

puff.

The Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros fell to the ground, and the sacred light was extinguished in an instant.

Saint Bardot opened his eyes, and his right arm turned into blood mist under this terrifying force. His flesh was torn apart in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Ahhhh!"

Saint Bardo uttered a shrill scream and collapsed to the ground.

The Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Cyros fell beside him, and he instinctively tried to grab the sword, but he didn't have his dominant hand.

He covered his broken arm, blood flowed out from the broken limb and gathered into a pool on the ground.

Saint Bardo the Great's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes gradually lost their luster due to pain and fear.

All of this happened between lightning and flint.

The residents who were still fleeing outside the entire square fell into deathly silence in an instant.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, as if they were seeing the end of the world.

Their emperor was defeated so easily and fell to the ground miserably?
The emperor who seemed so invincible was so fragile and vulnerable in front of a truly powerful enemy.

On the terrace, Saint Bardo the Great, who had lost his sword, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

He was no longer the wise and powerful emperor, but a frightened mortal.

He covered his broken arm, his eyes full of fear and timidity.

People in Brillda began to cry and scream, and fear swept through the entire city like a tide.

The residents realized that if no one could stop this ninth-level evil spirit and he killed their emperor without restraint, the Kremer Empire would be finished.

If even the emperor can be killed at will, who else can't be killed?

Sharp wails pierced the night sky, and people on the streets of Brillda began to flee frantically.

They pushed and trampled, desperate to escape this nightmarish scene, even to escape Brillda.

The instinct for survival dominated everything, and fear devoured all reason.

On the terrace of the Saint-Astrie Palace, Lachard glanced at the gods of war who were busy in the square. Even though the five of them were conscious and extremely angry at the moment, they could not touch him.

Lachar once again looked towards Saint Bardo the Great who was kneeling on the ground.

He approached slowly, and every step made Saint Bardo feel his heart tremble.

"Look at what you look like now, the Emperor of Cremorne."

Lachar leaned down and looked directly at Saint Bardo with his bloodshot eyes.

He stretched out a pale and slender hand and gently pointed at the face of Saint Bardo reflected in the pool of blood on the ground.

The finger was as cold as death, making Saint Bardo unable to resist glancing in the direction where Lachar pointed.

He finally saw his own ugliness.

"You...what do you want..."

Saint Bardo's voice was trembling. He endured the pain and humiliation and tried to communicate with Lachar.

But those blood-red eyes seemed to have magic, making him feel that his will was disintegrating and his soul was sinking.

Lachar walked over casually, looked at the sword stuck in the ground, and wanted to pull it out.

When his hand touched the hilt of the sword, it was as if he had touched a temperature of tens of millions degrees. The skin on his hand began to burn, causing Lachar to quickly let go of his hand and throw away the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros.

"Tsk, it seems I really can't lift it."

Lachar chuckled and didn't pay much attention to this ownerless sword.

"You asked me what I wanted just now?" Lachar turned his head and looked down at Saint Bardo the Great.

"What I want is the destruction of the Krei Empire and the reappearance of the blood moon disaster in the Krei Empire."

Lachar opened his arms, and the black and red energy surrounded him again.

"And you, Saint Bardo, will be the first step in my journey. Your death will mark my declaration to the Cretan Empire."

Rashar's voice became a death knell, echoing in Saint Bardo's mind.

"All the people of the Kremer Empire."

The next moment, Lachar's voice echoed in the night sky and was clearly transmitted to the ears of every resident of Blildah through mental magic.

"From now on, this world will belong to our blood race. Your Saint Bardo the Great will be the first pig to be beheaded in public."

As soon as he finished speaking, blood-red magic power burst out from his body, instantly covering the entire city of Brillda and even sweeping across the entire Kreihe Empire.

It was a wave of complete darkness that swallowed up all the light. The sky and earth changed color, and the city-state was shrouded in a strange red color.

Lachar's voice resounded, causing the residents of Brillda to hold their heads in fear, trying to isolate themselves from his spiritual thoughts.

Even the God of War was controlled by him, and the Emperor was about to be killed by him. Who could still fight against the ancestor of the blood clan in this realm of gods?
The fall of the Cretan Empire was just the beginning.

More countries and more lives will be turned into feasts in this carnival started by the vampires.

The unrivaled ninth-order blood clan ancestor will become the master of this carnival and the new god of this world.

"All right, Saint Bardo."

Lachar stood in front of Saint Bardo the Great and brought Saint Bardo up for public display, wanting him to die in the most humiliating way possible as a warning to all Cretans and to instill a deep mark of fear in the hearts of the people of this empire.

He planned to slowly torture and slow the life of the former leader of the empire.

The sober military gods roared in despair, feeling sad, angry, and unwilling for the emperor they were unable to protect. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, but they could not bypass the suicidal and frenzied military gods and Lachar's mental suppression to attack Lachar, the ancestor of the blood clan.

This was the critical moment when everyone felt that time had slowed down.

A dazzling divine sword light streaked across the sky several kilometers away.

The entire palace terrace was cut off in an instant.

The silver light was so powerful and sharp that it seemed to be able to split the sky and earth and cut off all evil.

Lachar's arm broke under the sudden attack and flew away in his astonished eyes.

Blood gushed out from the broken wound, drawing a strange red line in the night sky.

Lachar let out an angry roar, and blood gushed out like silk threads, connecting to the broken arm and quickly drawing it back together, but the blood thread at the seam was still emitting the same blazing silver glow as the sword light just now.

This unexpected change disrupted Lachar's plan. Emperor Saint Bardo temporarily escaped and was protected by the sword formation left by the sword energy.

Before Lachar could come to his senses, a dim blue light appeared in the night sky to the west.

A weak blue meteor is falling towards here at an incredible speed.
Its trajectory was so straight, like an arrow shot towards Lachar.

The comet was surrounded by lightning, and each flash lit up half the sky.

The atmosphere was compressed under its high-speed movement, making a thunderous sound.

"It's Hecintus. He's back."

The god of war in battle immediately looked at the blue figure, and a spark of hope ignited in his eyes.

As soon as they saw the slashing blow with silver light, they knew that it was Hecinthos who had arrived, because that was the divine brilliance of [Original Slate - Slash].

"Hecintos!"

"Lord Hecintus, go and kill this evil vampire!"

When the people of Blildah saw this, they shouted Hycintus' name, their voices surging like the tide.

The shouts rose one after another, echoing over the entire city of Brillda, even drowning out the roar of battles in the distance. Countless hearts called out to this heroic god of war.

Their power of faith was like a trickle of water, gathering into a torrent, flowing continuously towards Hecintus, blessing him invisibly. At this moment, Hecintus, the first god of war, who already had a lot of power of faith from the Kremlin Empire, seemed to be about to break through the shackles.

For the Cretans at this time, it was like seeing a ray of light in the darkness.

Representing the strongest first military god, he finally arrived at this most critical moment.

But when Hecintus landed on the terrace of the Palace of Sant'Astria.

After seeing his condition, people also began to breathe in a cold air.

The first military god was covered with wounds, and his blue battle robe was dyed purple and black by blood. It was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle before coming here, as if he had just returned from hell.

There was a shocking wound on his chest, so deep that the bone was visible, as if some sharp weapon had almost ripped his heart out.

At this moment, blood continued to flow out from the wound, dripping onto the ground along the battle robe, and soon formed a small pool of blood.

Apart from this ninth-rank vampire, he was probably the only one who could injure the First Military God Hecintus so badly. But it was obviously impossible for someone to be so cruel to him as to break his sternum and even nearly injure his heart.

Hecintus's face was pale and his breathing was rapid. Every rise and fall pulled at the wound, causing his body to tremble slightly.

Those blue eyes were like two balls of eternal flame, blocking Saint Bardo the Great.

The people who saw this scene quickly understood everything.

Before rushing to the palace, Hecintos may have fought a desperate battle with the ancestor of the blood clan!
Judging from the injuries of Hecintus, the outcome of this battle was undoubtedly a defeat for him.

Even in an instant, people figured out a lot of things.

For example, why did Violet and Hecintus leave one after another as if they had noticed something, why did the other several military gods who were going berserk show signs of waking up briefly before, and why did they fall into berserk again later.

Previously, Violet and Hecintos were probably in an unknown place, fighting a life-and-death battle with the ancestor of the blood clan.

They are heroes who want to save the Crane Empire.

The injuries on the blood clan ancestor's body at this moment were probably caused by Violet and Hecintos at their desperate efforts.

Several military gods were able to regain consciousness briefly in the square before, which must have been the result of the full-strength attack of Violet, the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess. Judging from the current outcome, Violet is likely to have met with an accident.

Only Hecintos managed to hold on, risking his life to catch up with the ancestor of the blood clan.

The people of Cremorne were already on the verge of despair. Faced with the terrifying ancestor of the blood clan and the fragility of Emperor St. Bardo, their will was on the verge of collapse.

But the appearance of Hecintus was like a ray of light in the darkness, rekindling the fighting spirit in their hearts.

They roared and howled, calling out for Hyacinthus.

Even though Hecintos was at the peak of the eighth level, no one doubted his strength at this moment.

If there is anyone who can defeat the ancestor of the blood clan in the ninth-level divine realm, it is probably only Hecintos.

"Poor Hecintus, you are such a loser."

Lachar stared at the disheveled god of war in front of him, a calm smile appeared on his lips, and he recited what he needed to say.
"You've already been defeated by me once, so why are you still chasing me to die? You can end your suffering by just lying on the ground and waiting to die like Violet."

Hearing Violet, the hearts of all the military gods present sank.

Their guess turned out to be correct.

It was completely confirmed by the ancestor of the blood clan.

The brief moment of clarity of mind of the previously berserk God of War was because the Moon Goddess's Flawless Pure Land barrier cast by Violet temporarily cut off the Blood Clan Ancestor's mental control over other Gods of War.

She was the first to discover the threat of the vampires and used her divine power to buy a glimmer of hope for the empire.

But as night fell, Violet's strength gradually weakened, and ultimately she and Hecintus were unable to defeat the ancestor of the blood clan.

Now, her life is probably hanging by a thread.

"Hyacinthus, defeat him!"

Bianca felt a sharp pain in her heart and called out in the direction of the Palace of Saint-Astrie.

"I know."

Hecintus' eyes were filled with sadness. He pursed his lips and stood in front of Saint Bardo the Great.

"I will avenge Violet. It's all my fault that I failed to protect her."

Although his voice was weak, every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the people.

He was like a sad hero, fighting his last desperate battle.

These words were like a clarion call, shocking the Imperials who were watching the battle through the desperate broadcasts from reporters.

Many residents even slowed down their pace and stopped running in panic. Instead, they stopped on the road, turned around and shouted towards the Saint-Astrie Palace.

"Hecintos, come on!!"

At this moment, Hecintos needs the power of their faith.

His chances of winning may have been slim, but he still chose to fight and to do his duty.

If Hecintos could really make another breakthrough, even if his current condition was extremely bad, he would be able to fight against the immortal ninth-level blood clan ancestor.

"Hecintus, it's up to you. We will do our best to help you stop them from going berserk!"

The sober military gods roughly figured out the cause of the whole incident, and slowly began to understand why there was such a war in the Kremlin Empire, as well as the various unexplained changes in the Kremlin Empire in recent years.

Without their knowledge, five of their companions had been controlled by the ancestor of the blood clan.

So, they don’t even dare to imagine how deep the corruption and infiltration of the vampires into this empire is.

If it weren't for the turmoil tonight, they wouldn't even be able to find out how many of the twelve military gods were controlled and who they were.

Fortunately, at the most critical moment, Violet found the trace of the vampires, allowing them to launch a full-scale attack in advance.

But in return, Violet also paid a price.

Now, with Violet possibly dead and Hecintus gravely wounded, the situation seemed to have reached its worst.

But even so, all they could do was believe in Hecintos and believe that he could defeat the source of this chaos in the empire - the ancestor of the blood clan.

Residents of the entire Kreming Empire held their breath when they saw the intermittent broadcast from the signal source.

Those desperate reporters were still outside the square, reporting the latest developments, and there were fewer and fewer war correspondents alive.

Whether it was the people fleeing outside the square or the residents watching the riot through the live broadcast, their hearts were in their throats.

They were praying to the gods of war, hoping that a miracle would happen and save the Kremer Empire.

On the ruins on the east side of the palace, Lachar just stood lightly at the highest point, staring coldly at Hecintus, as if receiving the signal of Hecintus' spiritual will.

"Hyacinthus, do you think you can still fight me in your current state?"

Before Lachar finished speaking, the black and red flow of magic power gathered in his palm again, and the light twisted around him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light burst out from Lachar's palm and headed straight for Hecintos.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the ground cracked, the air twisted, and everything was reduced to dust under this terrifying ninth-level magic power.

"I'm the only one who can stop you."

Hecintus' eyes were unusually calm, and the sword in his hand burst into a silver glow. He poured all his strength and will into this sword.

Sword energy surrounded him like arcs of electricity. The atmosphere exploded with a thunderous sound under the impact of the sword energy, and the entire palace barrier trembled completely under this power.

The two energies collided in mid-air, black and red and blue and white intertwined, like two angry dragons fighting in the sky.

They bit, entangled, and stirred up a violent energy storm.

In the night sky covered by a blood moon, lightning flashed in the clouds, illuminating the entire city of Blildah.

This collision was as if the gods were fighting for the fate of this world.

Under this horrific impact, both Hecintos and Lachar took a few steps back.

Blood gushed out from the wounds on their bodies.

But Lachar recovered quickly, and Hecintos spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his breath weakened again.

The two rushed towards each other again and collided head-on in mid-air.

The sharp claws slashed against the sword blade, causing an earth-shaking roar and stirring up destructive thunder.

They fought on the ruins of the imperial palace, shuttling between collapsed buildings at speeds so fast that they could hardly be captured by the naked eye. One could only see an afterimage and the impact of the continuous air waves.

"Look at you, Hyacinthus. Your human body is really useless, while I have infinite life."

Lachar continued to taunt Hycintos in between battles, trying to shake his will.

But Hecintus just smiled, and even though blood was flowing from his brow, his smile remained firm.

"Lachar, you will never understand the glory of being a god of war."

His voice was weak, yet full of strength,
"Even if I die here, as long as I can protect the empire and the civilians, my life will have meaning."

Hecintus held a long sword in his hand, the sword was shining with the light of the ages of gods, and the moment he swung it down, it left behind thousands of dazzling traces of light.

The sword flashed like lightning, invincible, and blasted Lachar away.

The sword energy of Hecintus was like substance, splitting open the dark barrier of Lachar, leaving deep wounds on Lachar's body that could be seen to the bone.

Blood gushed out from Lachar's chest, but was quickly swallowed by the dark energy and turned into a thicker blood mist.

"Fool."

Lachar's attack was merciless. His blood was like a pitch-black spear, stabbing at Saint Bardo the Great who was protected by a sword formation behind La Hecintus.

Hecintus had to use all his strength to resist, using his body as a shield to protect Saint Bardo the Great behind him.

This resistance made Hecintus' wound more serious, and blood flowed out of his body like a fountain.

He was seriously injured and had to be distracted to protect Saint Bardo the Great. Under Lachar's attack, his moves became slower and slower, and he had more and more flaws.

"You are still stubborn even when you are about to die. If you give up that emperor who is holding you back, maybe you can get along with me a little longer."

A black and red energy vortex surrounded Lachar's body. Every time he released mental magic periodically, the residents within a radius of several kilometers felt suffocated and emotionally collapsed.

The battle between Hecintus and Lachar affected almost the entire city of Blildah.

The other military gods who were originally fighting in the distance were also knocked over by the collision and had to retreat further away to avoid being affected by this war of gods.

After all, Lachar is a ninth-level strongman.

What's more, Hecintus had to be distracted to protect Saint Bardo the Great behind him, which inevitably exposed his flaws in the battle.

"It's time to finish."

Lachar seized the opportunity, and his dark red blood rushed towards Hecintus and Saint Bardo the Great behind him like a tide, wanting to completely devour Hecintus.

However, Saint Bardo the Great, the once high-ranking ruler of the empire, revealed his cowardly nature at the critical moment of life and death.

He hid behind Hyacinthus, trembling, his eyes full of fear.

It was as if that was his last straw.

Even though his existence became a burden to Hecintus, he didn't care.

Lachar saw it and sneered.

People who saw this scene from afar were all moved by Hecintus.

They cheered for this heroic god of war.

At the same time, they were also angry and disappointed at the way Saint Bardo the Great behaved during the critical moment of his life and death.

The once great emperor has now become a coward who holds back his team!
"Haha."

At this moment, Hecintus actually looked back and smiled with relief.

That seemed to be the determination to protect Saint Bardo the Great to the end.

But at this moment, Saint Bardo the Great felt, for some reason, that he shuddered at the eyes of Hecintus, because the look in his eyes was exactly the same as the one the vampire ancestor had given him before.

Before long, Hecintos's breath weakened significantly, sword light and blood energy intertwined in the air, the earth trembled under their power, and the air burned under their impact.

In everyone's horrified eyes.

Hycintos's sword was shattered by Lashar's dark energy.

He fell heavily to his knees, blood gushing from his mouth, staining his chin red.

His body was shaking, his breathing became weak, and his life force was rapidly fading away.

As expected, Hecintus was defeated.

Lachar was also badly injured, his body was covered with sword wounds, dark energy was leaking out from the wounds, swirling in the air.

But he is the winner after all, and a superior vampire creature, possessing immortality at night.

"Look, Saint Bardo the Great, your most loyal knight has been defeated by me again. What else in your country can stop me?"

Lachar slowly walked towards Saint Bardo the Great, who was slumped on the ground, with a smile on his face.

"No...no...Hecintos, get up!"

Saint Bardo the Great's eyes widened. He wanted to run away, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

He could only watch Lachar approach and death approach step by step.

His pleading and pleas for mercy were only met with Lachar's sneer.

"Emperor, do you still remember the Holbein family? They had an eldest son who was nine years old twenty years ago. He should have been killed along with his family in the calamity you led that day..."

Lachal asked in a tone that only Saint Bardo the Great could hear.

At this moment, his tone became exactly the same as Hecintus's usual tone.

"you……!"

A terrifying guess emerged in Saint Bardo the Great's almost paralyzed brain, and a chill instantly ran through his limbs and bones.

The next moment, Lachar's hand pierced through Saint Bardo the Great's chest.

His five fingers were like pliers, crushing the heart of Saint Bardo the Great.

Blood gushed out, Saint Bardo the Great let out a shrill scream, and then slowly fell into silence forever.

His eyes were still wide open, and his face was forever frozen with an expression of fear that went beyond death.

All the people who witnessed this scene screamed in fear.

Even their strongest First God of War, Hecintus, was once again defeated by the Blood Clan's ancestor, and the emperor was killed in front of all of them.

And the ancestor of the blood clan also controls so many military gods. This empire has no hope anymore.

Despair swept across the country like a tide.

People fell to their knees, weeping and terrified of their impending tragic fate.

"Hecintus."

"Hecintos, wake up!"

They could only shout out Hecintus' name together.

Perhaps Hecintus, who is not completely dead yet, is their only hope.

I hope he can stand up again and fight this unrivaled vampire ancestor.

At this moment, the lifeless eyes of Hecintus, who was about to die, slowly opened.

He lay on the ground, his fingertips trembling.

It was as if I was inspired by a mysterious force.

He suddenly stood up in a panic, and as if using his last bit of strength to make a desperate attempt, he rushed towards the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros that was stuck in the ruins.

The entire meaning of his life depends on this sword.

Everyone was stunned, including Rachel.

"What a stupid move, Hecintus."

Not only was Lachar not afraid, he even laughed.

Not only the Kremer people, but even he knew that only those with royal blood could be recognized by the founding royal spirits of Seros and use the power of this sword.

As for the rest, if they try to conquer this divine sword by force, they will only bring about their own destruction.

If Hyacinthus, who is so weak now, touches the sword of the gods, it would be no different from committing suicide in desperation.

The blood and energy condensed in Lachar's hand again, forming a pitch-black spear.

He aimed at Hecintus' back and instantly delivered the fatal blow, intending to kill Hecintus.

The residents of Brillda were afraid to look.

Because they know how it will end.

If you rashly try to grasp this divine sword by force, you will only be burned to death.

Even if there was indeed an illusory shadow emerging just now, like this sword calling out to Hecintus, and he imagined that Hecintus could pick up the sword, it was just a fairy-tale miracle.

Unrealistic hopes can quickly be dashed.

but.

The next moment, a miracle happened.

When Hecintus' hand grasped the hilt of the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros, the blazing light instantly filled the entire ruins of the palace and even illuminated the night sky of Brillda.

The light was holy and bright, as if the blazing sun was rising again in this dark night.

All the Blierda people, even those from the Kremer Empire thousands of kilometers away, couldn't believe their eyes.

The Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Cyros actually recognized Hecintos, the guardian of the empire who had no royal blood.

At this critical and desperate moment, the heroic spirits of Cyros gave Hecintos the qualification to use this divine power to save the country.

Behind Hecintus, the shadows of countless heroic spirits began to emerge.

They surrounded Hyacinthus and generously infused their strength into the brave warrior.

Hycintus' dying body began to regain some strength, and when the Cretans saw him being recognized by the sword, the heroic poem was complete, and the power of faith of the entire empire was surging towards him!

At this moment, people woke up from their dreams, and cheers swept across the entire Brillda and the entire Kremer Empire like a tide.

"Hecinthos! The patron saint of the Cretan Empire!"

"You are the true chosen emperor!"

"Even the heroic spirit of Cyros has made an exception and recognized you!"

The voices of the imperial people turned into the power of faith, condensing on Hecintus, making him seem to be cocooned by an invisible halo until he transformed.

At this moment, Lachar finally showed a look of horror.

He looked at his dark spear in disbelief. The moment it touched Hecintos, it was shattered by Hecintos.

This once dying First Military God now exudes an aura far more powerful than his own.

Not only did Hecintus obtain the divine sword, but it was also a sign that he was about to break through to the ninth level!

Countless powers of faith poured into Hecintus' body, causing his strength to rise to an unprecedented height.

His body emitted a dazzling azure glow, and every inch of his skin exuded the aura of the divine realm. The divine sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling brilliance, transforming into a blazing sun in the sky, piercing through the eternal night.

That light will burn away all the darkness in the world.

"This is impossible! This doesn't make sense! Goddess of Fate, you are being unfair!"

Rashaar's voice was trembling and his face was twisted with anger.

Bloody magic swirled around him, but it seemed so insignificant in front of Hecintos' sword energy.

Hecintus stood up slowly.

"Lachar, don't always blame the gods."

Hecintus' voice was as loud as a bell, and he tried to suppress the smile on his lips.

He raised the sword, pointing the tip directly at Rashar's heart.

The inscriptions on the sword flashed with dazzling light. It was the ancient language of Cyrus, telling the heroic song.

"With my blood, I forge the shield of the empire. With my soul, I open the gate of dawn. Heroic spirits, fight with me."

As Hecinthos chanted the curse inscribed in ancient Cyrosic on the sword, the sword was gently swung open and burst into unprecedented light.

The power of the Empire's heroic spirits, accompanied by the silver light of the Age of Gods, roared towards Lachar.

Lachar barely summoned a dark barrier to try to block the fatal blow.

But under Hecintos's sword, Lachar's magic barrier was as fragile as paper in front of the sword energy and was shattered in an instant.

The sword energy slashed through Lachar's body, leaving visible bone scars on his body.

The gushing blood of the ancestor quickly evaporated into the sword energy.

Lachar let out a sharp scream, as if he was in a meat grinder, being cut, chopped and burned by the sword energy.

"no, do not want!"

Rachel's voice was distorted with pain.

Even though he was an immortal vampire, he could not fully recover from Hecintus's terrifying blow!
Lachar, who was completely unable to resist, struggled and fought back with all his might, his blood and energy turned into sharp blades and claws, and attacked Hecintos violently.

However, none of this could affect Hecintos in the slightest.

Hecintus's momentum reached its peak, and there was even a sign that he briefly surpassed the ninth level.

He was surrounded by the silver glow of the Age of Gods.

Under such pressure, Lachar could no longer resist. His magic shield was completely crushed. Even if he tried his best, he could not leave a single scar on Hecinthos.

A storm of pure sword energy erupted around Lachar, obliterating his form. Lachar let out a sharp scream, and his body fell apart in the light.

Even other military gods did not dare to get close to Hecintus' sword energy.

They could only watch from a distance, even swallowing their saliva.

At this critical moment, Hecintos finally broke through and reached the ninth level.

And they actually witnessed the birth of a powerful being in the ninth level divine realm.

Hecintos, who was already the strongest at level eight, now holds the divine sword and has successfully reached level nine. They cannot imagine how strong Hecintos is.

The sword energy twisted Lachar in and completely engulfed him.

Lachar let out a shrill scream, the sound was full of despair and unwillingness.

But soon, the sound disappeared and turned into a pool of wriggling blood mud.

Hycintus stood above the ruins, the sword shining in his hand.

Behind him, the shadows of the heroes gradually disappeared, but their strength and will seemed to be integrated into the body of Hycintus.

Lachar's ninth-level magic power also began to dissipate at this moment.

Peace returned to the world and the dark haze dissipated.

The aftermath of the battle also impacted other controlled military gods.

They woke up as if from a dream in the gust of air, covering their foreheads in pain, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

The other sober military gods quickly stopped and distanced themselves from the military gods who had just gone berserk.

After a long time.

"What's wrong with me."

Jasper, the Fourth Military God of Emerald, covered his forehead with his hands, with only residual impressions in his mind.

"We were probably controlled just now, and it was Hecintus who saved us."

The fifth military god, Mica Road Gayed, shook his head vigorously, injected a shot of medicine into his arm, and was the first to calm down.

Recalling his previous memories, he roughly understood the cause and effect of everything.

"It was Hecintos who defeated the ancestor of the blood clan."

"We encountered this vampire ancestor before, and then... he planted the seeds of mind control in us, causing a disaster. I am so sorry!"

"All this is thanks to Hecintus. It was he who defeated the vampires and saved the Cremon Empire."

After the other military gods who were also controlled regained consciousness, they looked at the scene in the center of the square for a while and understood everything.

"Simon Luo, come with me to seal the vampires."

The third military god, Silken Agate Geyat, was the first to react. He immediately called upon the eleventh military god, Emerald Simonlo, to seal up the remains of Lachar.

They also didn't know whether Hecintos had enough strength to fight again. Hecintos looked too badly injured, and the blood clan ancestor who was beaten back into the blood mud by him was not dead. If given time, he would recover, and now was the best time to seal the blood clan ancestor.

"no problem."

Simon Luo walked tacitly to the opposite side of Lachar's blood mud, and the magic circle unfolded under his and Geyat's feet. In the center of the magic circle, the remains of Lachar were attracted by the light and slowly floated into the air.

As Geyat cast the spell, crystal clear liquid agate appeared in the center of the magic circle. It kept interlocking and twisting, and the remains of Lachar were sealed inside it.

"Great, we finally subdued him."

Geyat let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The other military gods also showed expressions of relief.

But at this moment, after seeing all this was accomplished, Hecintus finally couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes returned to their usual looseness, and he fell heavily to the ground.

There was the distinct sound of Hecintus falling to the ground.

The other gods of war rushed forward and carefully helped him up, and Lugayed treated the unconscious Hecintus.

"After Hecintus reached the ninth level, he recovered very quickly and is not in any danger."

Luke Yed preached to the other military gods.

"…Then the question now is, we have lost Saint Bardo the Great and are still fighting the Kingdom Alliance. What should we do?"

The second god of war, Salon, was silent for a moment, and then bluntly stated their biggest dilemma.

“We really need a leader.”

The fourth military god, Jasper, closed his eyes, as if considering something.

In the remaining remnants of the Cretan Empire, Saint Bardo the Great has been killed and the empire has lost its leader. After today's events, people should be disgusted to the extreme with Saint Bardo the Great's ugliness and incompetence.

In the midst of war, the Kremlin Empire cannot be without a spiritual leader.

Who will lead the Krei Empire next has become a problem.

The ten military gods present are now the highest power and force integrators of the Kreming Empire. If a new emperor wants to take office in this turbulent time, he almost has to consider the weight of their voice.

What's more, their current leader has become the only ninth-level human powerhouse in the southern continent today.

"but……"

As he spoke, Jasper looked at Hecintus who was being treated. He had completely lost consciousness, but even so, the sword was still shining because of his presence.

"Is it really appropriate for Hecintus to be the emperor? According to orthodoxy, the throne should be inherited by the descendants of Saint Bardo the Great..."

As a priest, Simonro was quite conservative by nature, and he understood what Jasper meant.

Even Excalibur recognized Hecintos, so Hecintos was, to some extent, the orthodox choice.

"Even without the support of the people and us, he is still the undisputed strongest. Moreover, the people's will is to let Hecintus take the throne. Let's wait and see what he thinks when he wakes up."

Gayat preached to them.

"Indeed, I can't think of anyone who can be his opponent now. He can do whatever he wants. Why should we worry about it?"

Blood Jade Philip looked at Hecintus's condition and shook his head jokingly. He had a clear sense of strength and weakness.

Even if Hecintus wanted to conquer the empire by force, Philip believed that no one could stop Hecintus of the ninth level.

At least not among the living, and among the dead... never mind, maybe not either.

The smoke of the war cleared, and the Crane Memorial Plaza was deserted.

The blood-red moonlight that originally enveloped the sky had not dissipated, but was tinged with a layer of purple as the night deepened. The dim color illuminated the craftsmen's words engraved on the walls of the Saint-Astrie Palace.

The once glorious palace is now reduced to ruins, and above the shattered throne, only the wind is blowing, making a sad whimper.

Ten military gods stood in front of the ruins with mixed emotions and confused eyes. The statue of the first generation military god behind them had cracks on its face.

They were originally the most powerful guardians of the Kreming Empire and the backbone of the empire.

But in the turmoil tonight, they became the biggest hidden danger. Not only did they not notice the existence of the vampires, they were even controlled by them. If it weren't for Hecintos, they might even have become the culprits of the empire's demise.

No matter what, the military gods on the ruins all know that after the sun rises tomorrow, the Kreming Empire will change completely.

(End of this chapter)