Banner of the Evil God

Lei didn't notice what was happening. He was completely caught up in the frenzy of the battle. At first glance, anything with scales, whether green, blue or red, was slashed with a sword.

His sword was not magical, nor was it particularly fast. He didn't even use much force on the sword, but the pressure emanating from him made every fishman facing him at a loss. It's not that they didn't want to fight hard, but their movements were always half a beat slower. Often, by the time they reacted, they had already been killed by Lei's sword. They waved their weapons in vain and couldn't catch up with his departing figure.

For a moment, the battlefield seemed to be stagnant.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a loud noise, and a magic cannon that had been firing continuously finally exploded due to overheating.

As if giving an order, with this loud noise, heavy rain poured down from the dark clouds that were almost pressing down to the ground. Suddenly, the world was dark, and the rainstorm was accompanied by strong winds, rolling up huge waves, hitting the port and the army of the sea tribe.

In the face of the power of heaven and earth, the sea tribe finally retreated temporarily, returned to the sea to reorganize the troops, and gave the defenders a chance to breathe.

"How many people are still alive?" Lei had regained his composure, looked around, and shouted loudly, "If you are alive, please squeak!"

"Squeak."

Lei was amused, and looked in the direction of the sound, but it was an adventurer. Seeing that he was wearing leather armor, holding a thin rapier in his hand, and there were some small decorations on his clothes, he was obviously a bard.

No wonder he was so humorous, probably only those who have engraved humor into their souls would still have the energy to laugh at this time.

There were also many people who spoke up, although most of them were exhausted and many were seriously injured, but there were still some people left.

The one with the best luck was a barbarian. He had fallen down due to exhaustion before, but he was quick-witted and grabbed two fishmen corpses to cover himself, and he really fooled the fishmen. Although he was choked by the smell of blood, it was miraculous that he was not injured at all - oh, the injuries he suffered in the previous battle were another matter.

Lei smiled and greeted them one by one, encouraged them, and comforted them. For those who were really hopeless, he could also play the role of a priest and pray for them so that they could die with a smile.

On him, the brilliance that had been worn away by time and suffering was rejuvenating. At this moment, he looked nothing like a knight, but like a king, inspecting the military camp after a war.

This was the education he received back then, an instinct that was almost engraved in his blood. Although he had not used it for these years and had deliberately forgotten it, it resurfaced at this moment, as natural as breathing.

But when he walked in front of the seriously injured and dying Rank, he finally lost his noble demeanor like a king inspecting the army. Sadness filled his heart, even overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Rank... why did you come back!" He could see at a glance that the student's injuries were irreparable. Unless His Majesty the Void Mask could come, or Steele could appear immediately, there was nothing he could do.

But that was impossible. His Majesty the Void Mask had sent a message that he was fighting the goddess of the sea. The goddess of the sea was the backer of the sea people, and the battle on His Majesty's side was far more important than theirs. Moreover, facing the female tyrant who was particularly powerful among the gods, even His Majesty might not have any spare energy at all - this could be inferred from the particularly hurried and short words when He contacted him before.

Steele was even less likely to come back, she was helping Liv protect the refugees from escaping. What were they fighting for? Wasn't it just to cover the slow-moving refugees so that they could escape smoothly? Letting Steele come back was simply putting the cart before the horse!

But at this moment, he was really shaken, wanting to pray to His Majesty at all costs, or to ask Steele for help.

This is the student he has worked so hard to cultivate! He is the one he originally wanted to inherit his mantle!

Indeed, Rank's talent is not good, and he cannot be compared with the genius Lei. But this child has a very correct attitude, practices very hard, and makes rapid progress, step by step. No matter how demanding the teacher is, he will not be dissatisfied with him.

Looking at his hard training, looking at his exhausted appearance, but his eyes are full of confidence and hope, Lei thought of himself many years ago, and the peace and beauty that had long gone.

Although he has not realized it yet, in fact, in his heart, he has long regarded Rank as not only a student, but also as his own child!

But now, Rank is going to die.

Rank is going to die...

Rank is going to die!

Lei knelt beside Rank lying in a pool of blood, clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to speak in a hard and cold voice. Because if he didn't do this, he was afraid that he would not be able to help crying out loud.

He was a strong man. After being poisoned and seriously injured, lying in a pile of corpses, and watching his parents and brothers slowly rot, he thought his tears had already dried up, but now he couldn't help crying.

"Silly boy! Why did you come back!"

His tears dripped on Rank's face, waking up Rank who was already in his last moments. The boy smiled on his pale face and looked at the teacher with tears on his face.

"Teacher... do I... look like... a knight...?" he asked intermittently.

Lei nodded vigorously: "Like! You are the best knight!"

"I... don't live... like... a knight." Rank had no strength to even breathe, and his voice was so low that even Lei had to concentrate to hear, "At least... die... like... a knight..."

"Yeah!" Lei pursed his lips tightly and nodded heavily. Because of his grief, he had no way to speak anymore, and could only use one syllable to express his affirmation of his disciple.

Rank gasped a few more times, his voice getting lower and lower: "Teacher... thank you..."

His last words ended here, and he couldn't even finish the words of thanks to the teacher.

Lei knelt quietly beside him, crying.

The peerless strong man who was so majestic just now that the sea clan was intimidated was crying like a child at this moment.

In the world that mortals can't see, there is a ragtag man standing next to him with a huge battle axe. The man's hair is standing up like angry, and his face is full of fierceness, anger and bravery. Rank, who had just died, was kneeling down to the strong man and worshipping him.

"Great Knight of Rage (another name for the God of Justice), may your glory shine upon the world!"

The heroic strong man was the incarnation of the God of Justice. He felt that evil was rampant here, and he was not far away, so he hurried over, but he just happened to catch up with Rank's death.

"Boy, you did a good job." He smiled and helped Rank up with his huge palm, "I wanted to recruit you as my follower, but I think you are going to the lonely guardian (another name for the God of Knights), right?"

Rank smiled: "If His Majesty is willing to accept me, I would certainly be happy to go to His kingdom."

"He will come to pick you up, you are a good knight!"

As he spoke, a ray of light that only gods and souls could see fell, turning into a beautiful woman wearing an exquisite silver-white skirt and a helmet decorated with feathers, blending charm and heroism together.

This is the messenger of the God of Knights, the holy spirit of the soft thoughts in the hearts of those who have fought and sacrificed their lives to protect mankind since the Age of Ignorance, and is called the "Valkyrie".

The Valkyrie first bowed her head to the God of Justice, and then extended her hand to Rank.

"You are a warrior who died in order to protect the innocent. Your behavior is worthy of the name of a knight. Please follow me. Your Majesty and the heroic spirits of the predecessors are waiting for you."

Rank was overjoyed and saluted the God of Justice, and was about to leave in a hurry. But he immediately thought of something, and his eyes were cast on the teacher who was kneeling in the wind and rain and crying without knowing anything.

"My teacher..." He hesitated and looked at the Valkyrie who was responsible for guiding the heroic spirits, with a questioning look in his eyes.

The messenger of the God of Knights looked at Lei, and regret appeared in his eyes that could judge a person's merits and demerits in his life.

"He has committed serious sins. Even if he atones for his sins, he cannot enter the temple of my Lord." She said, "This is the rule set by the Lord of Light, and my Lord must abide by it."

"Hey! You have too many bad rules!" The God of Justice shook his head disdainfully, "Don't worry, kid, if your Majesty doesn't accept him, I will! He once fell into darkness, and finally walked out of darkness, fighting for justice to the end. He is a hero who is very suitable for my appetite!"

Rank smiled with relief, and stepped into the light column with the Valkyrie and disappeared without a trace.

The God of Justice laughed a few times, took the huge battle axe from his shoulder, rubbed the axe blade with his palm, and countless golden red sparks burst out.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes through the heavy clouds, and looked at a huge figure.

"Taklaul (God of Storms), you really can't learn your lesson! You are helping Furbocus (Goddess of the Sea) to stir up trouble again. Do you need me to trim your claws?"

A thunderous sound came from above the clouds, and a pair of eyes flashing with infinite lightning looked at him.

"Yorgadman (God of Justice), you are really too nosy!"

The two powerful gods confronted each other without giving in, and the struggle was about to break out.

At this time, the battle between the other two groups of gods became more and more intense.

The battle between the Swamp God and the Harvest Goddess was already quite obvious. After He Li's soul finally collapsed completely, the exhausted Harvest Goddess could no longer support the battle and was beaten back step by step. No matter how angry and roared, it was useless.

The Swamp God was even able to free his hands and release poisonous light arrows to kill those mortals who were not aware of the danger and involved in the battle between the gods. He waved his hand and a dark green poisonous mist condensed into dozens of light arrows, whizzing away.

After just a few waves of attacks, only two gods were left in the square.

"Accept your fate!" The Swamp God, whose appearance was no longer visible, grinned, "Let me devour your divine power and occupy your most important place of faith. You incompetent guy has been in a high position for too long, it's time to roll down!"

"... Do you really think you are a great person!" Sui Xiong roared, his huge body like a mountain raised waves, and the thick tentacles that were big enough for horses to gallop on flew around, fighting fiercely with the super giant water element that was a few times larger than him.

Although he was slightly inferior in strength, his fierce fighting spirit and strong body effectively made up for his lack of strength. More importantly, the body of the jellyfish was just a piece of armor for him. He didn't care about damaging it at all. Even if he really died here, he was not very afraid.

Everyone has to die. He, Xiong, has traveled through time and space. It's just a matter of death. What's there to be afraid of!

With the determination to not fear death, he fought so bravely that it was crazy and daunting.

In contrast, the incarnation of the goddess of the sea was powerful, but her fighting spirit was far inferior. So not only did she not have the advantage, but she seemed a little passive.

This made Him, who was called the "female tyrant of the sea", very angry. She fought more fiercely, but she could not overwhelm Sui Xiong, who was simply "fearless of death".

Fighting is nothing more than a sentence.

When two people meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

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