winter era

Chapter 102

Three hours have passed since the black sage showed his iron fist of punishment.The entire Wanggong Mountain has become a living purgatory on earth, and no one can connect this dark place with the beautiful Wanggong Mountain.

Red and black lines of fire criss-crossed across the sky, shuttled alternately to create moving and split chains of fire that cut through all the products on the ground.Under the chain of flames, even the fine steel statues praised by the adults were easily melted into a puddle of molten iron, magma foamed on the constantly burning black land, in this completely destroyed soil Go wild.

The demons' bodies made of flames and magma carefully avoided the black mud that burned and destroyed the surroundings, and staggered towards the corridors that could be seen everywhere on the palace mountain.These poor people who have been brainwashed don't even realize what they are doing. They just spray flames and magma forward with their eyes madly, holding weapons full of blasphemy and curse runes, and those ethereal undead and The evil thoughts rushed to the deepest part of Wanggong Mountain together, and took what they wanted for their master.

Billowing black smoke drifted from each corridor and flew towards the clouds, showing how strongly the dead remains of those demons were repelled by this world.It filled those weeping black eyes as if they were called by something, and produced more pus flowing with flames, allowing those numb and violent evil thoughts to crawl out of hell again.Condensed his body from the black river, and used the scorching weapons beside him to fight for all possible victories for his master.He didn't even have his own will, and just used those building materials, step by step, stepping into the tunnel that swallowed all life.

Standing at the foot of the palace hill, the guard troops raised their heads numbly and looked at the gradually blue sky except for the enchantment.In their consciousness, this blue sky has not appeared in the capital for decades.But what is ironic is that when the sky turned blue, just like a confrontation, the sky inside the enchantment also turned a strange blood red.

As if the blood and anger spilled on the ground were reversed to the sky, tears made of flames lit up the shiny pupils of the guard troops.Then, a crimson arc was drawn, and a golden-red light was ignited on the ground again.

The old jazz was too lazy to send soldiers to that hell for help.This old nobleman with a four-year history of Hell War touched the black burn marks on his face after being burned by the demon flames. A pair of gray eyes looked annoyed at the man who turned around without looking at them under the protection of the flames. A demon who jumped into the corridor and turned into flying ash.

The old man was just wearing a broken 85-year expeditionary army uniform full of black curse marks, with a sad face holding a cigar in his mouth, puffing out clouds and spraying smoke indistinctly.A pair of eyeballs sunk deep in the creases and frames stared intently at the burnt palace in front of them.The ruined scene was clearly reflected in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, but he just stood there dully smoking a cigarette, exuding a feeling of loneliness.

If it is said that if one hates demons, the old noble will not hate them.After all, he knew very well that hating demons had no effect at all.In addition to making them stronger, the only thing they can get in exchange is their own death.So he will not hate demons at all, because that is a natural disaster.But the old noble also knew very well that he didn't care about His Majesty the Emperor whom he was loyal to.It is not so much an allegiance to the emperor as it is an allegiance to the entire empire.The old man was just worried about the political changes and struggles that would follow after the royal family collapsed.And as the leader of the Royal Guards, he is naturally very clear about these.And he must stand at the top of the cusp.

So he felt a pang of heartfelt sadness.Presumably no one would be more sad than him now.

"The day has changed so fast..."

The old nobleman touched the standard armor that had been uploaded for more than ten years, and sighed a little.

There is no help.Although only three hours had passed, it took more than an hour for the group of demons to push into Wanggong Mountain.The three giant fists that fell from the sky have already shattered everyone's confidence in defense or rescue.

That is a fist that can smash mountains directly.For the first time, one-third of the entire Wanggong Mountain was directly turned into air, and for the second time, the entire defense array was turned into a big pit.When it appeared for the last time, it even directly turned the entire palace fortress at the top into a mass of burning waste, which was dragged into the sky.Is this something that humans can fight against?
So although the old nobleman was sad, he was only sad.Standing on the rock and smoking a cigarette under the moving and tearful gaze of the young people behind him, he complained in his heart that the inexplicable sage's movements were too clumsy.

Since this group of nightmarish troops is directly pulled out, why not just bring the army in and kill everyone?And just now it seemed that some gunshots and calls were heard.What is this sage going to do?The old aristocrat didn't know how long he would have to stand like a good example for the country and the people. He felt his legs were going to be sore.

"No. 20 has six waves, and now even the real elites, the group of death knights have appeared. And there are shadows of abyss refining demons inside. It seems that our king's guards under the palace mountain are still stubbornly resisting and waiting. Rescue in progress."

The old noble's No. [-] adjutant looked at the army that came out of the flames with a telescope, and shivered all over.I don't know what unclean things I saw, and I reported the situation to my boss with a look of hell.The eyes were corroded with bloody lines because of seeing those unclean things, and it looked like they had some kind of inflammation.

The reason why it is the second adjutant is because the nose of the first one is so good.After smelling that evil thought, he yelled some messy characters like crazy, and rushed directly into the chain of fire barrier.He turned into a pool of human-shaped torches without being stopped, and then tore his ribs and skin from his body, and crawled out a red-skinned Berserker, happily waving his hands and rushing into the demon army.Then it was grabbed by a long-horned evil spirit as a snack and stuffed into its mouth, turning into a fuzzy ball of minced meat.

Ah, after all, the breakfast is also minced meat, which is a bit disgusting.

The old nobleman couldn't help but frowned, and in the eyes of the adjutant, this was undoubtedly a manifestation of worrying about the country and the people.The young man pinched the binoculars with a grateful face, not knowing what to say, and finally had to pick up the binoculars to observe again.

"...My subordinates, what I want to say is that Wanggong Mountain is hopeless now." The old nobleman thought for a while and decided to take this opportunity to get out of this muddy water.So he stood up and took some sour steps, pulled out the long sword from his waist and waved at the guard knights below.Attract the eyes of those young people who are still young and still hold some hope to him.

After all, these people will be his base for political struggles in the future.Those little nobles inside are a force that cannot be ignored. As long as they win over their power, they can easily get out of the muddy water in the next struggle, right?Thinking of this, the old aristocrat immediately put on a righteous face, waved the long sword in his hand that hadn't drank blood for decades, and made a look like a responsible officer, which made the young people suddenly burn There was a glimmer of hope.

"In this end day, we can do nothing. Our enemies are monsters from hell and nightmares. They are surrounded by immortal flames, sprayed with poisonous gas, and even breathe flames and shadows. Composed of evil. So we have no way to help the knights who resist in the depths of the palace. This is not weakness, but the fact. Meaningless sacrifices are meaningless. Although our guards exist to protect Wang Cheng, we are not Came for meaningless sacrifice. Like the shields on our coat of arms, we are a Guardsman only to protect and save."

The hoarse and sincere voice honed by the old nobleman for decades immediately made the young knights grit their teeth and burst into tears.The weak and ashamed sobs mixed with the burning sound from the palace hill, forming an atmosphere of sadness and despair.

Yep, that's how it feels.

The old nobleman praised himself in his heart, and performed his performance with a sad face.

"There won't be too many resistance forces in the palace hill anymore. We also have no way to break through the defense line laid down by the demon. As a guard force, all we can do is to disperse the surrounding crowd, so as not to spread the panic. Can you Do you understand?"

For some reason, the old nobleman suddenly felt an unstoppable sense of panic in his heart when he saw the young knights who agreed with tears in his eyes.As if someone pointed a steel awl at the center of his eyebrows, a tingling feeling quickly crawled from the tailbone all over his body, like a spider web tying up his body, imprisoning his soul in a cage middle.

It feels so familiar.This feeling is all too familiar.

I have been familiar with it since I escaped more than ten years ago.

That person is still alive.

And he's stronger.

impossible!
"Help me...!" The old aristocrat's wrinkled face was covered with sweat, and he called for help with difficulty.Looking at the knights below who suddenly exclaimed and looked concerned, they stretched out their old palms.

Then the old nobleman saw that his palm was silently burned by the bloody flame in the process of stretching, and there was not even a residue left.He didn't even show his true form of power, but his blood and energy were drawn alive by the killing intent that came from nowhere, and he watched helplessly as he was gradually ignited by the violent ocean-like killing intent.

The seemingly boundless killing intent immediately aroused the blood of the old nobleman's body, and he boiled and condensed into a mass of blood-red torches.The old noble didn't even utter a scream.He just uttered a cry for help, and then a bloody flame that was bigger than his body and hard to look at burst out from his head. A torch that looked unusually cold.In the end, under the exclamation of all the guard knights, the body of the old nobleman was burned into a cloud of white dust within a few seconds, leaving only the armor standing on the spot.

"In this world... there is no one who is too old to be killed!"

When the old man died, there seemed to be such an old and young voice in the blowing wind.

　I feel that my protagonist is a little too nice... Next, we will promote the plot.This is actually a foreshadowing + transition, so don't be impatient.I was shocked by the collection

　　
　
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