in the name of the queen.

Chapter 253 Third Movement
When Marco's magical armor powers are suspended, the outcome of this battle is sealed.

Marco is indeed very powerful, but what really gives him confidence is the unexpected magic outfit he obtained.

Without this magical equipment, he might not dare to go to Alina directly to fight for his life, trying to win out of defeat.

Success is also a magic weapon, failure is also a magic weapon.

After the properties of the magic equipment were temporarily stripped away, his combat effectiveness returned to its normal level.

Roland did not rush to end Marco's life.

A trapped beast is still fighting, and it is impossible for a person like Marco to have no backup plan.

He cast his eyes on Alina, silently asking about her situation.

Alina bit her lip and forced herself to nod.

She had paid a heavy price just now in order to escape from the battle. She was stabbed by Marco. Although the bleeding was temporarily stopped, the heartbreaking pain still made her tremble slightly.

The same goes for the girl who stood next to Roland and manipulated magic.

Thinking of this, Marco's lips turned into a sneer.

Maybe, he did come to destroy it.

Alina was momentarily speechless. The hatred between her and Marco could not be eliminated at all. Not only did Marco not believe some promises, she herself did not believe them.

Even if everyone thinks he is a cold-blooded devil, there are certain transactions that he will never accept.

The victory was already decided, and he didn't want to endure Marco's dying counterattack.

As long as Roland dies, hothouse flowers like Alina will be swallowed up by cruel chaos.

This is the preview portion of the deal provided by the Devil.

It made no difference whether a loser like Alina, who was protected by her father's reputation, died or not. He must take Roland with him on the road.

The devil seems to have clearly stated the price, which is very fair, but they will never tell you how much hidden price you have to pay.

In the eyes of many people, he seems to be a born lunatic, born to destroy.

Marco interrupted her without looking back at Alina.

Her combat effectiveness was not even one-third of her best, and the best she could do in the next battle was to give Roland an assist.

Marco didn't respond and even wanted to sneer.

After confirming that Alina was fine, Roland locked his eyes on Marco.

As long as the old world is destroyed, the new world will come.

The souls of those who make a deal with the devil cannot enter the underworld after death, and the water of the Styx will swallow up the devil's mark deep in the soul.

Roland glanced at Alina. Alina understood and said coldly to Marco:

A relieved smile appeared on his lips, and he was ready to take a few people with him on the road before he died.

Roland nodded and raised his scepter.

He could feel a strange and looming power lingering around Marco.

"Even if I go on the road, you will have to bury me with me!"

Just the preview part is already quite tempting. Normal people can't resist this temptation, but Marco can.

What he wants to destroy is the decadent system that drove his entire family to death, as well as countless feudal lords like Alina and Roland.

"Will you let me go if I surrender now?"

His eyes were fixed on Roland, and he determined the target to take with him on the road.

Of course he desires power, but he is not making a deal with the devil.

"Marco, you have no chance, you can still surrender now."

Listening to Roland's words, Marco burst into laughter.

This piece of magic armor is a high-quality trophy and will most likely fall into the hands of Roland or Alina. Based on the nature of these two people, they will most likely accept a deal with the devil.

She didn't want to talk nonsense with Marco, but turned her attention to Roland.

He sneered and roared: "Sooner or later, you remnants of the old era will be swept into the garbage dump of history. History will give everyone a fair evaluation."

Just when he was about to take action, the voice of the soul deep in the magic armor sounded in Marco's mind.

In addition to his love of struggle, he has almost no private enjoyment, and he is not addicted to the joy of power and wealth like other people in power.

"Marco, you have killed too many people, and I am not qualified to forgive you for those who died in vain. You can go on your way."

He wants to build a new world of freedom, not a new world where the devil comes.

"Marco, are you crazy? Why don't you accept the conditions? This is your last chance, stupid human being, ah!"

Marco moved.

Stop talking nonsense and do it. Her message was conveyed very clearly.

His figure was like a ghost, and an afterimage appeared in front of Roland.

Sell ​​your soul for power? He is not a fool, how could he make a deal with the devil.

Whether he did it himself or not is not that important.

The sharp blade was taken out, and the blade struck Roland's neck like lightning.

No matter how Roland dodges or blocks, he can adapt his moves accordingly. He has only one idea now, to take Roland with him on the road.

Without Roland, Alina alone would not be able to hinder him.

He could tell who the real enemy was.

Roland only saw a flash of figures, and the flash of swords and swords were already in front of him.

A chill ran down his spine, and he suddenly realized that this was Marco's strongest explosive power. He even had the illusion that the person Marco wanted to kill most was not Alina, but him.

Without any time to think, Roland activated Divine Blessing instantly.

The Paladin's excellent defense was fully displayed in the golden light.

In a flash of lightning, Marco's fatal blow penetrated Roland's divine blessing, but his final attack was also blocked.

Roland smashed down the scepter without hesitation.

An unpretentious blow, hitting Marco's head accurately.

Two crisp sounds came almost at the same time.

Marco broke Roland's defense, but could not go any further.

Roland crushed Marco's. He had no defense, only the Tianling Gai.

Marco's absolute speed was obtained at the expense of defense, in exchange for lives.

He almost succeeded.

The opponent was not Roland, but an ordinary rank seven who was not good at defense. He had already turned the tide of the battle.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Roland, and his last hope was ruined.

Marco's consciousness gradually faded, and the last voice he left behind was gloomy and cold.

"If I lose, you can't win either."

Leaving the last riddle behind, Marco's body fell softly.

Seeing the ruthless man who had turned the whole Jin Yuan upside down fell down, Roland still felt a little unbelievable. His heart was beating wildly.

Marco's final blow was far more than he expected, even piercing his Divine Protection head-on.

This is so abnormal.

According to Roland's estimation, Marco's hard power is at most the seventh level.

And his divine blessing was so strong that he could withstand it for a moment even against a seven-ranked warrior. However, Marco broke through it head-on.

If Marco really had this strength, he would have defeated them all.

Roland's eyes wandered and fell on Marco's magic armor.

The jet black armor still exudes weird magic power.

Lisa just used special magic to temporarily disable all magic armor, and now it is recovering.

Roland took a few steps, took off his armor after confirming Marco's death, and prepared to take it back for study.

Now is not the time to think about that, what needs to be done now is to end the war.

Roland found a spear and lifted Marco's body high, the sound echoed throughout the battlefield.

"Marco is dead, Marco is dead!"

Along with Roland's roar, melodious and sad singing also sounded.

Not far away, Munina, who followed Roland ashore to fight, sang a new chapter.

The transformation of her body at Norton was so different that she could stay ashore for long periods of time with an assisted breathing device, without having to rely on the water.

Just singing on the shore will cost twice as much.

Roland didn't let her take action before, just hoping that her singing could turn the tide at the critical moment.

Marco's attack came too quickly, and her singing voice was of no use.

Maybe she had witnessed too many deaths, maybe she was thinking of the tragedy of the tribe being ambushed, maybe she was thinking of the tribe being forced to stay away from the ocean, or maybe she was thinking of a certain sister who changed her life. She had mixed feelings and unexpectedly sang the third movement. .

The third movement of Ocean is sad.

This song fits this battlefield so well.

Marco's body made the surrounding Jin Yuan soldiers a little confused.

Did the President really die in battle?

They had no time to think, because their brains were immediately eroded by tremendous sadness.

The power of the third movement lies not in the sadness itself, but in its spread.

Singing can awaken people's inner pain and make the listener sing along involuntarily.

Inspired by Munina's singing, more and more soldiers thought of the tragedies that had occurred in the past year or so, the innocent people who died tragically, and the lost relatives and friends. They felt sad and began to hum along involuntarily.

The third movement seemed to have a strange magic power that infected everyone.

The eyes of the person who heard the singing, originally stained red with blood and hatred, gradually became clear.

The soldiers slowly put down their weapons, and the pistol the officer had just drawn also froze in the air.

The war is over.

There is no need for the upper class elites to fight against each other.

I don’t know which soldier took the lead. Some people cried because of sadness.

Crying is more contagious than singing.

Munina’s singing also cries.

A magnetic voice echoed over the battlefield.

Although her voice was extremely penetrating, it could only travel less than a kilometer, and the cries gradually spread to the entire front as the soldiers responded.

The people who had been shooting at each other with muskets and stabbing each other with bayonets just now were looking at each other blankly.

Soon, the weapons were thrown to the ground and the soldiers hugged each other and cried.

They seemed to be in a nightmare that they would never wake up from, and now they were finally awakened.

"Marco is dead!"

These words echoed over the battlefield.

Although some people were furious and wanted to maintain order and continue the war, it was useless.

More people are tired of war, they've had enough. The Golden Kite man is bleeding too much and it’s time to stop.

In the center of the battlefield, Alina stayed in place like a statue, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

She could finally open her eyes and take a breather from the suffocating nightmare.

She rushed up like a madman, holding a sharp sword in her hand, and stabbed Marco into the heart.

She kept pulling out her sword and inserting it again, as if venting her anger.

Roland did not persuade her.

For him to go through this, it would be so bad that Marco would die without any body parts.

Alina finally finished venting her anger. She slowly raised her head. Her fair face was covered in blood, and she looked a little more ferocious.

Lisa, who was standing next to Roland, sighed softly and said nothing.

Her parents died of illness, although the regret is more sad.

Alina's father was in good health and had good living conditions. His remaining life was supposed to be long, but he died because of Marco's stabbing in the back.

She understands Alina and supports Alina.

Just when Lisa was feeling disappointed, Alina, who had finished venting her anger, rushed forward crying.

She pounced on Roland fiercely.

She needs a broad arm now so that she can cry happily.

Just when she threw herself into her arms and opened her blurry eyes, she was shocked to find that the place where Roland had been standing had been replaced by Lisa.

She actually threw herself into Lisa's arms.

Before Alina could speak, Lisa's soft voice sounded in her ears.

"Alina, I know you want to cry, but not now. Many people are watching you."

Alina was stunned for a few seconds, sobbing and whimpering softly: "I know, thank you."

Seeing that Alina finally didn't throw herself into Roland's arms, Lisa finally breathed a sigh of relief.

You're crazy, how could you throw yourself into a man's arms in broad daylight?

Even if she doesn't care, well, she kind of cares.

In short, Queen Sylph couldn't bear to see this.

She really thinks about Alina.

She could swear.

(End of this chapter)