On the Seven Towers

Gram performed a set of combos, a martial art inherited from their family: Holy Lion Demon Breaking Strike.

This set of martial arts not only attacks extremely fast, making it difficult for the enemy to react, and can only use instinctive reactions to parry, but every hit has the effect of destroying demons and fighting spirit.

Mollett was able to block the opponent's attack, but he was still hit by several claws. The lion's claws scratched his protective fighting spirit, leaving several scratches on his waist and thighs, and he also fought back. The sword struck the opponent, leaving a new scar on Gram's shoulder.

Gram took a few steps back and said sternly: "I know who you are, I have seen your dodge moves before! Although I have never fought against you, my father has practiced with you not once or twice. And the sword you just used was supposed to be a spear, right?"

Mollett raised his sword again and made an offensive gesture, but did not answer the other party's words.

"Damn! Is it shame that prevents you from speaking? As a general of the empire, you actually surrendered to the Chinese like this. Your entire family will be nailed to the pillar of shame of the empire." Gram said.

While the other party was talking, Mollett slashed his sword twice and said: "Hey, what do I need to be ashamed of? My life has been given to the empire, and I have been a dead man for once. In terms of loyalty to the empire, you are worse than me. Far away."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Gram's expression condensed, "Did you become undead like those things just now? But I clearly feel that there is no negative energy in you.

The bloodline of the Bright Lion is the most sensitive to these things. Don't try to fool me about the undead. "

"You don't need to know what's going on, just know that this is my second life. Since the people in the Tower of China gave me a second life, then I will naturally work for them. For the laws of the nobility , that’s fair, isn’t it?”

"Second life? Are you kidding! Are the Chinese gods?" Gram said, but his hands never stopped, intersecting and separating from Moret.

Mollett held his paw and said: "And have you forgotten? I have been infected with the kind of plague that cannot be cured. Is there still a trace of the plague in my new body? I believe that in the past The Lion of Light is sensitive to negative energy. As long as I have been infected with that disease, even if I am cured, you will definitely be able to smell that smell on my body, right?"

"This..., it is true." Gram had to admit, "But the empire is a place where you should be loyal to your whole life..."

"Just because this is the place where I have been loyal to my whole life, I don't owe it anything. Otherwise, I would be really stupid." Moret retorted, "What's more, you should know the empire and how His Majesty the Emperor treated me. Right?"

"His Majesty the Emperor must have his own considerations!" Under Molliet's words, Gram, who was not good at speaking, found it difficult to deal with it. Unknowingly, his offensive also became weaker.

"Don't you know what he has in mind? Our Majesty is a very strict person and does not tolerate mistakes made by others. When you are still valuable, maybe he can tolerate you once or twice. But if your value is limited and you can’t do what he asks you to do, an ending like mine will be waiting for you.”

As Molliet spoke, his sword moves seemed to be filled with hatred.

"I just made some small mistakes when arranging the previous operation, so he blamed me for Garriott's death. Everyone knows that Garriott himself is a conceited bastard who caused trouble in the kingdom. How much influence can I have on him?

In the next few actions, he always used the most demanding attitude to demand me. Later, when I contracted the plague, the task of sending me to death was entrusted to me. I even completed this task without any complaints. Do you think I owe the Empire anything? "

"Hmph, since there is no use in talking more, let's decide the outcome with swords and guns!" Gram said, raising his claws again.

"No, I think this is a great reference for your family and is worth your careful consideration. Who knew that my today would not be your tomorrow?" Mollett took two steps back with his sword in hand.

Gram said: "Nonsense! Our family's position in the empire has never been shaken. Our father is His Majesty's most trusted minister. Even the Prime Minister did not follow Your Majesty to Heimuguan this time, but my father has always followed. At your Majesty's side. My father has been involved in most of the military aircraft since this war."

"Didn't you realize? That's exactly the problem. Didn't I, the commander of the Black Guards, spend less time with the emperor? Didn't I always accompany your majesty through the entire war? Do you think your majesty has ever treated me like this? Have you ever been tolerant?" Moret stopped and pointed the tip of his sword to the ground, "Your father, like me, is in danger of being knocked down at any time just because he is too close to His Majesty.

Your Majesty is very strict with others, but he always shows dignity to himself. Do you think our operations have gone smoothly since we occupied Heimuguan? Whether a large number of soldiers died of the plague, whether the infiltration operation failed completely, or whether your defenses were easily broken through by us this time, who will be blamed for the mistakes one after another? Is it the wise and mighty Emperor Alfred? Or is it the Duke who always comes up with ideas around him, but always brings failure? "

"You!" Gram even forgot to attack at this time, and the light on his hair weakened due to the decrease in fighting spirit. "My father is the Duke of Brownstone Bay, and the situation of your family is very different. And there are three people in our family. "Master, anyone who wants to take advantage of our family should think carefully about it."

Mollett sneered: "Is that really so? To be honest, when I saw that you and your brother were sent to destroy our vanguard, but you only had one regiment under your command, I felt like something had happened. . Seeing your father following behind to support him, but with that old ghost Stuart staring at him, I understood. The emperor must have reprimanded your father for the bad days, right? Isn’t it a disguised form of punishment to send you to the front?”

"How did you..."

"Don't forget, I'm in charge of gathering intelligence for the Black Guards. Do you think I've been doing this for nothing all these years?"

"What do you want?"

Mollett said: "I hope you can think carefully about who is the real enemy that threatens your family. You know, sometimes the enemy is not necessarily on the other side of the trench, but standing right next to you."