You and me under the world tree

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But what is happening before their eyes?

The 'God's Messenger', who was originally extremely mighty and an example of justice, just flew out of the crowd, and it looked as if one of his hands had been cut off.

For reasons that could not be treated in time, he even appeared to be unconscious, almost closing his eyes.

What the hell is going on here?

With hindsight, they couldn't help turning their eyes to the crowd.

There, the old king in light armor was holding the spear that had already been broken in two, but the style of the spear made them stare their eyes wide.

Although most of the people present had never seen what Gungnir's Spear looked like, they could tell that this spear was clearly held by Sivka before.

Moreover, if there is no accident, with the appearance of the falling meteor before, this should undoubtedly be the shooting star gun.

Because everyone acquiesced to this point, Sifka's identity as the "God's Messenger" was extremely dazzling.

Not to mention anything else, at least at that moment, Sifka's revenge should have been granted the approval of the gods.

Moreover, according to the magistrate, the gods seem to have chosen the true king of the Goths.

Though only a child, he was destined for the throne.

And as the messenger of the gods, no matter how he looked at it, it was impossible for him to fail in his revenge against King Dietmar.

But now, not only was the Messenger of the Gods thrown out with his arm severed, but the Spear of Gungnir was broken from his hand.

No, can the legendary Meteor Gun really be broken?

Just as they were thinking silently, King Dietmar suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

Perhaps because he often sat on the throne and overlooked all the courtiers, his voice was unusually penetrating at this moment.

So at this moment, his kind of laughter attracts everyone's attention.

Both the rebels and those few fighters still willing to fight for him.

At the same time, the brave Hiltebrand silently raised the Invincible Demon Sword in his hand.

Just like when he was young, he stood in front of Dittmar without hesitation, because Dittmar had even put away his saber at this moment.

No one knows exactly when he put away the sword, because everyone has already begun to pay attention to the broken spear in his hand.

"This thing is the spear of Gungnir that you know?" He asked

Anyone can hear the mocking meaning in his words.

And, it's not just teasing now either.

When Dittmar's scarlet eyes swept across, those soldiers who were still in a daze couldn't help avoiding his bloodthirsty and cruel red eyes.

In terms of momentum, he seems to give people natural pressure.

"That man is the messenger of the gods you know."

Following the words and gestures of King Dietmar, those survivors who were busy fighting turned their attention to the embarrassed Sifka.

The guy who had his arm cut off and was directly knocked into the air, now has a blurred consciousness and can hardly even stand up.

Originally, he should be a pretty handsome man, but now, how can there be that kind of elegant temperament in that struggling pain and blurred appearance?

And more importantly, he was beaten.

Although King Dittmar did not emphasize this point, judging from the current situation, it should be the old king who knocked him down and broke the spear in his hand.

And more importantly, he didn't show anything extraordinary from the beginning to the end, it seemed that he only relied on his own brute force.

This will inevitably make them feel more toothache.

cheated...

Such thoughts naturally emerged in the hearts of the soldiers.

And when they felt inexplicable shame, they gradually felt uneasy.

What should I do now?

They were originally following the crowd, inspired by Sifka and a group of rebellious nobles and courtiers.

And His Majesty's sight made them feel even more at a loss.

What now?

Tricked into rebelling?

"Tsk tsk, is this the justice you uphold?"

Watching the holy sword warrior Wittig whose eyes gradually became dull, the second-ranked dragon blood warrior couldn't help showing a mocking smile.

At this moment, he still couldn't restrain his anger.

So aside from the abnormally high body temperature, Studus' breath at close range was enough to make Wittig feel irritable.

"I said earlier that you don't deserve to be a hero at all!"

The second swing of the sword at close range!

At this moment, Studus was intent on killing, and the Nagrin epee in his hand was quite suitable for exerting his enormous strength.

When he was in a daze, this sword was enough to kill Wittig.

But at this moment, Wittig's martial arts honed over the years saved his life.

Before his consciousness could react, his body had already reacted first.

He directly blocked the Mimonger holy sword in his hand before his death.

'Clang'

But knee-jerk reactions are not enough.

Because his strength was not comparable to that of the warrior who had been bathed in the blood of the fire dragon, he flew upside down and even smashed the wall of the palace.

'boom'

"Stand up! Idiot! I will beat you to death today!"

Chapter 44: Early bird

When Wittig was knocked into the air because of his lack of consciousness, Studus still didn't feel very happy.

At this moment, there was still a scowl on his handsome, resolute face.

He just stared at the hole that Wittig smashed, looked through the smoke and dust, and looked at the holy sword warrior who fell on the ground.

"Stand up! Did you hear me! I make you stand up!"

However, no matter how Studus roared or roared, Wittig didn't seem to hear it.

Even, the former holy sword warrior seemed to have lost his soul, and his soul went to Helheim.

Motionless, like a dead man.

In fact, he certainly wasn't directly crushed to death by Studus' huge blow.

He was wearing the armor made by his father, the elf blacksmith Wieland.

Even if he had never been famous, he was not as famous as the holy sword Mimeng in his hand, but the armor he wore was definitely not ordinary.

At least, in the kind of collision just now, Wittig's armor was enough to save his life.

And the reason why the Holy Sword Warrior fell to the ground is not incomprehensible.

To put it bluntly, it was because everything that happened now had conflicted with his cognition.

Why is he standing there?

Why did he draw his sword to His Highness the Prince and His Majesty the King again?

After all, Wittig has always been strict with himself according to the heroic standards he set, and once his own actions conflict with his own standards and cognition, he will fall into this kind of self-doubt.

His pursuit is too extreme, but his character is impulsive and irritable to some extent.

Perhaps, for a person like him, the previous actions and conflicts can be completely explained by a moment of anger.

But what about this?

Studus would have no sympathy for him.

In fact, that's all before, after all, at that time, Wittig was just a wandering warrior.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to make a name for yourself by challenging a well-known hero.

Even though Studus was dissatisfied at the time, it was overwhelmed by the friendship of fighting side by side afterwards.

In fact, Studus has always been displeased with Wittig's character performance from the bottom of his heart.

But now, when the positions of the two sides are opposed, his dissatisfaction has completely exploded.

Comrades?

From the moment he drew his sword to His Royal Highness the prince, this kind of thing was gone!

"Are you worthy of being a hero? Do you think that what you do must be 'justice'?"

Just when the holy sword warrior lay on the ground doubting his life, Studus said through gritted teeth.

"When you're blaming others, don't look at yourself as a thing."

Son of the blacksmith Wieland?

Well, this identity is indeed quite reliable sometimes.

But this reliability lies more in his father.

Many people are willing to make friends with him because they want to get some magical weapons from his elf father who has retired.

That's about it.

Apart from the identity of 'son of the blacksmith Wieland', Wittig is nothing, he is just a wandering warrior.

"A commoner attempted to forcibly break into the border fortress. This alone can get you executed, but His Highness changed his mind in the end. He...she and His Excellency Hiltebrand both cherish the martial arts you have honed, so Decided to give you a bigger stage to play."

When he said this, Studus himself couldn't help laughing.

"You have changed from a commoner to the lord of the ruling party. You can fly your own flag and lead a regiment. These are all given to you by His Highness. We have never forgiven you, but how did you do it?!"

The dragon blood warrior took a deep breath.

Then, he grinned slightly.

"Professing to be righteous, but never trusting the comrades in arms around him, listening to other people's one-sided words, and drawing swords directly to the comrades-in-arms without verification? High-minded? Pooh."

He spat out a mouthful of saliva, then reached out to wipe the sweat off his face.

"To put it bluntly, you're just a selfish bastard. Don't brag about the banner of morality and justice. To put it bluntly, you only care about your own reputation."

"no……"

Perhaps it was because Studus' words finally touched the bottom line of his heart.

At this moment, Wittig finally stopped thinking about life, but subconsciously refuted.

At the same time, he who still retained his strength finally stood up.

Still holding his holy sword, he shook his head.

"I'm definitely not..."

"Aren't you doing all you can to make your name famous?" Studus said

He just stared at Wittig's face, his powerless rebuttal and distraught face.

"I didn't use any means..."

"You betrayed the Lord."

"I just can't stand that..."

"You betrayed the Lord."