alien army

Chapter 467 Isana, Don't Cry For Me

The rapidly spinning disk did not throw Luosang's body out.The red light on the disc, almost at the moment when the disc started to rotate, suddenly gathered and condensed into a clearly visible layer of film, which completely wrapped Luosang's body and firmly fixed him in the center of the altar.

"Rosan!" Isana shouted loudly, and rushed towards the center of the altar.Luo Sang was in danger, which made her anxious and afraid.

The person who walked up to the altar should have been her.

But when he offered to go on her behalf, she didn't refuse.Because she was trying to untie the knot in this proud man's heart.

The man of the Sand tribe has the ambition of an eagle, the tenacity of a cactus, and the hot blood flowing in his body is as hot as sand.They would rather die proudly than live humiliated.After Luo Sang failed to commit suicide, she accepted her appointment, largely for the sake of the Heisha tribe.His spiritual world had completely collapsed the moment he was defeated.

Isana felt that she had to complete the redemption of this man.At the same time, she also hopes to dissolve the cracks left by the black sand and white sand during the long years of division in the shortest possible time.

Trust is the best healing medicine, not only for Luo Sang, but also for the entire Sand Clan.Her trust in Luosang is also her trust in the Heisha tribe.

It's just that she never thought that her trust would push Luo Sang into a dangerous situation.The altar is a place for offering sacrifices. Is today's Luosang going to be the first sacrifice after the altar is opened?
"Patriarch, don't!" Delo hurried forward, reaching out to grab Isana, but it was too late.

One of Isana's feet has already stepped onto the first step of the disc.

However, she only took such a step and couldn't take half a step forward.The leading knight of the Flame Knights stood in front of her silently like a ghost.

With a wave of his hand, he gently slashed on Isana's neck, and Elder Deluo who was chasing up hurriedly supported her limp body.

The flames burning on the flame knight's body had subsided, only two clusters of flames were still flickering in his eyes.Although the blood-red battle armor covered his whole body, Naya still keenly noticed that at the moment he raised his hand to stun Isana, a little white light flashed in the gap between the arm and wrist of the battle armor.

"Bones?" Naya was shocked.

"It's really a skeleton!" Long Ling'er was as sharp-eyed as she was, and she was very excited when her initial guess was confirmed.

"It seems that your guess is right." Naya nodded slightly towards her.

"Of course, Miss Ben rarely makes mistakes." Long Ling'er said with a delicate smile.

"Is Luo Sang in danger?"

"I don't think there will be." Long Ling'er frowned. "This is the holy land of the Sand Clan. It seems that this magic circle was also left by the ancestors of the Sand Clan. They have no reason to harm their descendants."

After knocking Isana unconscious with one palm, the knight leader stepped off the disc, turned around and pointed at the altar.

Dozens of knights flashed out of the darkness like a gust of wind, surrounding the altar.

"It seems that Luosang is completing an ancient ceremony, and these knights are here to protect him. In addition to offering sacrifices to the altar, there are often some special ceremonies to be performed." Long Ling'er looked at the altar in front of the altar thoughtfully. Knight, said to Naya.

"I can see this too. These knights are really scary, and each of them has strength above that of a sword master." Naya sighed.

"That's right. Undead spirits shouldn't be so powerful. These flame knights are simply abnormal, and I don't know which old monster made them." Long Ling'er seemed to think of something when she said this. "Sister Naya, do you still remember what we heard just now?"

"Which one?"

"In Isana's smile, the Knights of Flame will be reborn."

Naya looked at Luosang in the middle of the altar: "What do you mean?"

"Luo Sang may be accepting some kind of inheritance, and this inheritance must be related to the Flame Knights." Long Ling'er said with certainty.

Long Ling'er was right, Luosang in the center of the altar was going through the most terrifying inheritance ceremony of the Sand Clan.

Not long after his body was restrained, Luosang's consciousness gradually became blurred.When he woke up again, the world around him had changed.

Deep in the desert.

A group of cavalry in blood-red battle armor stood ready to go.

"Son of the Sand Clan, the Valley of Flames is ahead! Here, you will undergo the triple life-and-death test of burning your body with flames, devouring your soul with red flames, and rebirth with purple flames! Only the warriors who come out alive from here are worthy of being called Flame Knights, Eligible to become a member of the Flame Knights! Are you ready?"

Before the battle, an officer asked loudly.

Everyone responded with a bang.

The Valley of Flames has ushered in another batch of experienced young warriors.

……

ruined city.

The earth was trampled under the feet of darkness, and the city groaned in pain in the blood.Groups of hideous creatures, holding bloody weapons, shuttled through the streets and alleys of the city, and rushed towards the unarmed people with their teeth and claws.The hammer flew, and a person fell down, and the red and white brains were scattered in all directions.The giant ax fell, and a human head rolled away, rolling far to the corner of the street.The sharp spear stabbed out, and a baby's delicate body was raised high, and the last cry came from the spear tip... Desperate and frightened faces were reflected in the flames and blood, and screams and screams echoed in the city.

"Warriors of the Flame Knights, now is the time for us to shed the last drop of blood for this city! Are you willing to dedicate your body and soul to the god of death, and use the flames of hell to burn away the evil in front of you?" City Center On the square, there is a high platform set up before leaving.An old man in a robe stood on the stage and raised his arms and shouted.In front of the stage were thousands of officers and soldiers of the Flame Knights who were bathed in blood.

"I will never regret a hundred deaths!" The crowd responded with a loud bang.

A mouthful of blood spewed out of the old man's mouth, his hands danced wildly in the blood mist, and a ball of bloody flame appeared in his palm.

An aura of sorrow quietly rose from the sky and the earth, and blood arrows sprayed from the soldiers to the bloody flames.

"Use the blood of the warriors as a guide to open the gates of hell. Let the flames of life burn wildly and devour all evil souls in the world! Sacrifice from the god of death!"

When the spell disappeared, the splash of blood burned!
The fire devoured the soldiers' bodies in an instant.In the sea of ​​flames, a group of knights surrounded by flames walked out.

Where the knight passed, the darkness disappeared, and the evil creatures that were killing were turned into ashes in an instant before they could utter a scream.

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Center of the altar.

A kind old man stood with a smile.

"I am Priest Masha. These are the past stories of the Flame Knights. After you have seen all this, do you have the courage to become the new leader of the Flame Knights, and lead the son of the Sand tribe to set foot on the road when the darkness strikes again? Journey?"

Luo Sang felt that the blood in his body was ignited.Perhaps, the blood of pride and madness in the bodies of the ancestors has long been integrated into the blood of the sand people, and it will be passed down from generation to generation.

What is this body?What is this life?What I want is the pride of war, the pleasure of killing, and the glory and destiny of a hero!
"I am willing!" Luo Sang replied generously.At this moment, everything in the past was insignificant to him.A call from the depths of the years awakened the shattered heroic dream in his heart.

Flame Knights, that is where my dreams come from!
"I am very pleased, child! Accept the inheritance of the flame knight! Don't be confused in the darkness, the new king will lead you to the light!" After Priest Masha finished speaking, his figure gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a nothingness.

"Priest!" Luo Sang called out, and his consciousness fell into a blur again.

The rotation speed of the disc became faster and faster, and Luosang's figure had already turned into a mass of blood-colored streamer.

Under the gaze of everyone around, a heart-shaped blood-red bead slowly emerged from the stream of light.

The flames on the seven stone pillars soared several meters, and then shrank suddenly.

The flames disappeared, and the stone pillars turned crimson.A red liquid like lava flowed out from the stone pillar and rushed towards the center of the altar along the seven bluestones.When approaching the central disc of the altar, they seemed to be attracted by the blood-colored beads, and suddenly rose into the air and merged into the central light group.

The speed of the disk's rotation slowed down, and when the colors of the seven surrounding stone pillars returned to normal, the disk stopped.Luo Sang's body was lying flat in the center of the disc, as if he had fallen asleep.He was actually wearing a set of blood-red battle armor!

The blood-colored beads fell from the air and were accurately embedded in the small hole on the chest of the battle armor.

Like a ray of clear spring pouring into the dry earth, and like a ray of spring breeze waking up a sleeping ancient tree, the blood-red battle armor suddenly seemed to have a soul, showing a burst of vitality and blooming dazzling brilliance.Luosang's pale face gradually turned rosy under the light.

"Who can... tell me, what happened...?" Delo looked at Luosang on the altar and asked with difficulty.

"Old man, are you dizzy?" Long Ling said stingingly, regardless of whether the old man's psychology could bear it, "I still don't understand the situation? The altar was opened, and the Flame Knights were reborn. That guy is Looks like the successor of the Flame Knights!"

"How do you know!" Delo asked tremblingly.

"Because my parents are very knowledgeable!" The little girl laughed.

"Sister, stop making trouble, let the elder go and see him!" Naya interrupted their conversation.

"Elder De Luo, you'd better go up and check on Luosang's situation."

"Okay, okay." Delo nodded hurriedly.However, when he saw the knights around the altar, he was in trouble again.Although the flames on these knights had disappeared, and they didn't look as scary as before, he still didn't dare to offend them.

"Looks like we have to wait a little longer." Isana hadn't woken up yet, so Naya could only make up her mind for the bewildered old man, "Luo Sang seems to be fine, if he wakes up, maybe those knights will withdraw." gone."

Time passed bit by bit, and the people outside the altar waited anxiously.

Luosang's eyes opened, and a blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and then his body was pushed up by a force.

The knight leader turned around and fell on one knee in front of the altar.The knights guarding the altar also turned and knelt down on one knee towards the center of the altar.

They did not speak, or had long lost the ability to speak.They can only use the most primitive knight etiquette to prove that they are still soldiers, a warrior who is ready to follow the general to the battlefield at any time.

Thousands of years have passed, and the world has already experienced vicissitudes.What remains unchanged is the loyalty and mission of the soldiers.

"I, Luosang, will lead the Flame Knights to continue fighting! Your mission is over, take your brothers and go!" Luosang walked up to the leader of the knights, supported him with both hands, and said softly.

There was an imperceptible light in Luosang's eyes.

He has fought on the battlefield all his life, and thought he was cold-blooded and ruthless, but when he faced these men of the Sand tribe who had died long ago but existed in the world in another way, his eyes could not help but filled with tears.

Tears represent not sadness or sadness, but pride and glory!If we say that in that dark history, the Flame Knights wrote a tragic and great epic, then they are the jumping notes in the epic.If it is said that the Flame Knights created the most glorious history of the Sand Clan, then they are shining monuments in that history.

Who is willing to become a killing machine, fighting tirelessly in the never-ending battlefield until the body and soul die?
Who is willing to become the incarnation of the devil, sticking to his duty in the eternal years, wandering alone?

Only they, the warriors of the Sand Clan.

The knight leader slowly raised his head, staring at him for a long time with those empty eyes.It was a silent statement, or a solemn entrustment.

Luo Sang understood, and he nodded emphatically.

What happened next made the Sandman present never forget this night.Many of them reached the pinnacle of their lives because of this night and became heroes who will be remembered forever by future generations.

Many sand people often talk about that night with their children and grandchildren until they grow old.The children and grandchildren always shake their heads while admiring as if listening to a fairy tale. The story moves them, but they don't believe what the old people say.

The charm of history is that it is always full of mystery.Many things in the past, it is difficult to restore the truth, many bizarre things, no one can give an explanation.But the stories told by the old people have been passed down from generation to generation and become the eternal legend of the Sha people.Because of this story, it bears the glory and dreams of Sandman.

"The leader of the knights understood General Luosang's words. He took off his armor and placed it in front of the altar. The moment he took off his armor, my hands and feet were cold and my body was trembling. A feeling from the depths of my soul The pain in my body made me want to cry. The mighty armor was wrapped in a skeleton! These skeletons are the legendary heroes and guardians of our Sand Clan for thousands of years! I looked Everyone around the tribe was shocked and shed tears. After entering the Holy Land, we all gradually understood what happened. I think they all felt the same as me. The skeleton knight broke his armor Okay, put them in front of the altar, and put their long swords on it with both hands. It can be seen that they have a deep affection for their armor and weapons. Even if they become skeletons, that affection still remains The surrounding knights also took off their battle armor. In the darkness, many skeletons like them walked out from all over the Holy Land, holding their own battle armor and weapons to the altar. Put the battle armor on After getting the weapons, the knight leader led them away. When they left, the moon had already risen. They passed through the oasis behind the holy place and walked to the depths of the desert in the clear light of the moon. We followed from afar They, see them off. I heard the grass and trees in the holy land weeping, and I heard the sand under my feet screaming.'Darkness descends, flames rise! The man of the desert, the heroic spirit dry clouds... The day I left, Isana , don't cry for me! In your smile, I will turn into a grain of sand and return to your warm embrace..." When General Luosang was crying, he roared the familiar song "Legating Flames" hoarsely. When "Battle Hymn of the Knights", a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the desert of Isana. When the yellow sand in the sky cleared, they disappeared and returned to her embrace forever."

(End of this chapter)