Shaman from Afar

"Not sooner or later, Your Majesty."

The exhausted Karl Collin was struggling with energy, his trembling legs supporting a straight body: "You came very timely, otherwise the Sky Dome Palace has been lost."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter."

It didn't matter if he waved his hand, Brandon beat the dust on his body, only his bright red eyes still stared at him: "Tell me, where is Loren now?"

"The Black Cross Cerior of Golovin Cathedral is there. Lord Loren opens up the dream world and is confronting it."

"Well." Brandon nodded. "What about the others?"

"Isaac and Lusien have already gone to the Sky Dome. Before that there was a very large void reaction that would restore the shape of the changed Golovin hills, so we guess ..."

"Understand, no matter what happens there, it must be very important and crucial. We must all guard the sky dome from being broken, right?" Brandon, with his waist raised, raised his hands and stopped like a joke. Calcolin who still wants to continue reporting:

"When I knew the rest, we met Ai Yin and another night watchman, oh, there seems to be a guy I don't know, probably also a friend of Loren, they have arrived from other directions first. Sky Vault is now. "

The interrupted Carl Collinton paused, his eyes showing a slightly complicated look.

"Your Majesty, I said ... not Ain ..."

Brandon, with his eyes fixed on the sky vault behind Carl, smiled on his face.

"Princess ... His Royal Highness Féronon de Salion." With a throat twitch, Carl Colin said in a low voice: "I sent a night watchman to go to the Sky Dome to assist Lusien. Outside the hall ... "

"Found ... the body of Her Royal Highness ... the remains ..."

The words fell, and the atmosphere between the two was suppressed to the extreme.

At midnight shrouded by the maelstrom, only the roar of thunderous dragon roaring in the sky, the roar of fire burning and ice cracking could be heard.

"……is it?"

Brandon, who had been silent for a long time, shrugged indifferently.

"Your Majesty! Her Highness Princess ..."

Brandon turned sharply, interrupting Carl Colin who continued.

With eyes closed and head down, he gritted his teeth like he was biting his prey.

In the next second, the scarlet **** eyes widened and looked round.

Two thousand empire elite, standing in line in front of him.

Eckert, Earl of the Fury, Glenwell, Earl of the Storm, Regrell, Earl of the White Horse, Gallihus, Earl of the Twin Towers ...

Belovarna, Earl of Boi, Archbishop of Klotfried, and ... the current leader of the night watchman, Edward.

"Everyone"

Brandon, forcibly calm, desperately suppressed the anger in his voice.

"in!!!!"

Byrne Infantry Knight, Arles Troll Hunter, Boye Sword Warrior, Elmans Two-Handed Swordsman, Sacran Legion, Lothar Marksman, Ebden Spellcaster, Ancient Woods Dancer ...

The only surviving demon hunters and night watchmen are elite.

More than two thousand warriors from all sides of the empire, from the uncle to the civilian, responded to their emperor with the loudest cry and the sharpest eyes.

"You, do you believe in this world ... there exists God?"

"I believe, I believe with all my heart ... I believe that there is a God in this world."

Brandon slowly opened his arms and stood in front of everyone with a hug gesture, sending his voice to everyone's ears through the roar of the dragon, the roar of flames and monsters:

"I wholeheartedly believe that the God of this world is watching us all the time, examining the most important thing about us ... love us."

"It is God ... Let the weak and helpless us be born into this world with the possibility of being small to impossible;

It is God ... let us no longer have to endure the torture of aging and disease at the end of our lives, let us leave this world full of pain and helplessness;

It hurts us when injured, makes us happy when we succeed, makes us angry when we are hurt, and makes us helpless when we are in a dilemma ...

God will not punish you for hurting others; God will not bless you for helping others ... not because God is not merciful, but God has already surpassed all this and loved us at a higher level.

Any action is possible, that is, the God of love that God gives us, giving us all the power of choice and letting us decide how to act.

You God, so trusting, give all these powers to our God ... how much we love us.

I think that we must respond to God's meticulous love for us in the most direct way and the most appropriate action, so that God feels that we ... also love God. "

Raising the index finger of his right hand slowly, Brandon pointed to the huge vortex above his head:

"Look at the top of our head, look around, look at this imperial city with hundreds of years of history, nearly a million living people, and Empress Golovin of Ten Thousand City, under the power of God ... how terrible it has become Place.

The ancient city turned into a mound ruin. Millions of innocent people were slaughtered in the most cruel, terrible, and fierce manner.

What a horror, what a terrible sight.

I think even the most benevolent, the most loving, and the least willing to kill, seeing this picture, they will certainly not hesitate to raise their arms, to resist or even avenge, right?

what does this mean?

Because all of this is God's arrangement, there must be no reason. I firmly believe in this. Such a move by God who loves us so much is definitely not without reason.

So I realized, I know why God arranged this way!

God ... is telling us in the strongest and most direct way that there is no more kindness, no more delusions about the enemy, no more luck ...

Because of us, there is no longer any way out.

If you want to live, you have to fight, you have to kill the enemy, you have to dare to hurt, destroy and even destroy the existence of our beloved things, and wipe them out!

Kill them, cut them, cut them into pieces, burn them into ash, crush them into powder, cook them into smoke, and bury them in the ground ...

Don't let any history books record their existence, don't leave any words, destroy them, forget them, let them completely disappear from this world.

This ... is the way God wants us to do, loves us the way God tells us in this way, and tells us the only way to live. "

With a long breath, Brandon raised the long sword "Kingdom" in his hand and pointed to the huge gray-blue vortex above his head:

"We will no longer have any hesitation, hesitation, fear, because we ... have no way out!"

"Princess Loren, Turin of Bain, my best friend! Now in the temple behind us against the Black Cross who wants to destroy the world; if he fails, then all of us ... will fail!"

"So tonight, we will fight here; use shields to resist, arrows, magic, lances, and our flesh and blood ... block these **** dregs!"

"I don't know what this gang of dross is so anxious to run over, but no matter what they want to do, it's death ... We can't let them succeed!"

"Tonight, we will have a nightmare with the nightmare that destroyed the dragon kingdom hundreds of years ago, and the empire that has fought for hundreds of years. Let all this ... never be repeated in our descendants! "

"Tonight, these fathers who once killed us, ravaged our land, and destroyed the monsters that the whole empire and the whole world have been sleeping and sleeping, completely destroyed!"

"This ... is God's love for us! This is God's mission to make us understand. This is God's will to continue or destroy."

"If you want the empire and the entire world to continue, there will be no second path, nor will there be any retreat without negotiation, negotiation, everything will resort to the weapons in our hands."

"Yes, as the old Bayern proverb says ..."

"The real knight should talk with a spear ..."

"Talk with a sword!"

"boom!!!!"

The sword was held high, and the dragon roared through the dome.

"Empire, turn around and meet the battle!"

Edward, who had a solemn expression, stood up and raised his shield while ordering, and walked towards the end of the queue.

The Sachlan Legion holding the shield set up the battle halberd and took the initiative to stand in the front row of the queue;

The Bain infantry knights standing on the sword lined up, standing behind the legionnaires alongside the demon hunters;

Arles monster hunters, Elmans two-handed swordsmen and ancient wood forest war dancers, around the left and right;

The core and the final side of the battle are the Lotter marksman and the Ebden casters.

More than two thousand empire elites, on the premise of maximizing the use of terrain, formed a defensive formation in front of the main entrance of the Sky Dome and prepared for a decisive battle.

The horn castle floating city hovered steadily over the sky dome, pointing all the projected weapons in the direction of the sky dome.

"Boom ... Boom ... Boom ..."

The roaring dragons spread out around the hills of Golovin and ran to all corners of the imperial capital; the huge shadows that covered the sky and the sun, and rain and fire at all passing places.

"So ... are you ready?"

Brandon, who stood with his sword, recovered from the moment he stood in the front row of the queue. With his back to the soldiers behind him, he smiled and watched the monsters who passed through the sea of ​​fire and flew to the Sky Dome:

"Let's fight to the fullest, fight, and return the great Black Cross to where it should go, because these are all the will of God."

"It's God ... let's destroy it ... total destruction!"

……………………

"boom!"

With a muffled noise, Serel's thin figure was knocked down, and even the black mist around his body became much darker than at the beginning.

Under the pale face, the black lines all over the body also began to show signs of fading. The black cross that was cut off from the power of the void was gradually weakening.

Even so, the dark-haired sorcerer, who was barely dominant, had no intention of pursuing it; while sweeping the black mist around him, he kept a distance of about ten steps from Serel.

At this point in the battle, he has basically completed all his plans, cut off the connection between the Black Cross and the outside world, and fight a war of attrition.

Surprises, surprises and gambling are the things that Loren hates most; but whenever there is a hint of possibility, he will try to avoid such situations as much as possible.

There is no need for any crazy action that is too thrilling and exciting. By stepping down the empty power he has left, he can win this battle steadily and seize the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars from Serel.

If luck is really good enough, you do n’t even have to think about the extremely difficult task of “defeating Serel”. For this kind of unknown existence for how long, standing at the top of the power pyramid, guessing with toes and knowing to kill How difficult is he?

As long as it can undermine the other party ’s plan and pull both parties to a level of equal strength or negotiable, it suffices.

As for the rest ...

"boom!"

The spear "Dragon's Tooth" swept across and smashed the black mist that was looming.

"Really ... a humble idea."

At this moment, Serior's expression was truly angry.

"You pin those slim hopes ... to a weaker, more helpless existence than you, eager to use their power to achieve miracles."

"But the fact is that no matter how small the weak, they can't change their weak facts; the strong ... The loneliness is the essence of being the" strong ". It is because they are the most powerful beings that they become stronger."

"Even if they can block the tide of monsters, how long can they persist?"

"Even if they block it, they can't change the fact that you are under me."

Gasping in a low voice, a complex emotion mixed in the eyes of the angry Black Cross: "Even if you are really successful, the force of the raging void will still wipe them out, leaving nothing left."

"Let the weak people fight for their destiny that they are powerless to change ~ www.readwn.com ~ What is the point of such a" war "?"

Serriel questioned.

With a slight hum, the dark-haired wizard smiled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Master Black Cross above me, first of all ... there are two mistakes in your words." Staring closely at the figure of the outcast priest, the dark-haired wizard raised "Dragon Teeth" and pointed the gunpoint at his face door:

"It's not me, it's them ... all of them, pinning hope and trust on me, a stranger who has nothing to do with them;"

"As for what they have to do, it is by no means a miracle, but something that will definitely happen. At least, I am convinced of this."

"Second, let the weaker fight for a destiny that is fundamentally powerless to change, and use sacrifice to create greatness that will last forever, and let the generations of weaker people achieve what they can achieve, even if they cannot succeed, they must at least surpass their original self. ... "

"This ... is the whole meaning!"