Divine Civilization

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In the eyes of others, this move was already monstrous and mighty.

However, only Edmund, the flame walker, can truly feel the suffocating pressure like the tide.

I just felt that I was locked by an extremely powerful Qi, and before he could react, the piercing white sword light swept in front of him.

His complexion changed suddenly, and he had just enough time to raise the red spear, and was directly slashed by Jian Guang.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Edmund was directly thrown from the city wall, flew over the moat, and fell hard into the mud.

Edmund felt that his internal organs were almost displaced by the shock, and the blood in his chest was rolling. He couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

On the red monster leather armor specially made by an armor maker on his body, several half-arm-long slits came into view impressively. There was a line of blood left on the skin under the leather armor, and beads of blood were oozing out one by one.

Edmund understood that at that moment just now, if he hadn't been blocked by the extremely protective armor on his body, even if he barely received the sword, he would have been seriously injured by the shattered sword light.

powerful!

too strong!

The real saint is not something that a so-called "sub-sage" of level 6 can compete with.

His heart was full of despair.

at the same time.

Both the enemy and our armies on the entire battlefield were stunned. This scene was so shocking that it far exceeded their imagination and knowledge.

Edmund, the flame walker, appeared on the battlefield. He was already so powerful that he was inhuman, and he dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the army of light believers.

But such a terrifying existence was knocked off the city wall by an angel's blow, and he vomited blood in embarrassment.

How can we fight against this terrible existence?

Especially on the side of Lu An's army, the morale had almost fallen to the bottom, and it was considered courageous not to escape immediately.

"Not bad." Even Wu Hui, who was in the Kingdom of Light, praised him while eating the popcorn of the Holy Wheat, "Saint Luke is deeply in my heart, and Edmund, who pretended to be a criminal, should be given to him." Be tough."

This appearance, this momentum, simply showed the nobleness and strength of the angel to the fullest.

It is to suppress the audience in this way and bring out the aura of their side!

That old boy Edmund dared to rely on the strength of a mere sub-sage to show off his might and domineeringly in front of the Holy Maiden of Light and the believers of the Light.

And the injured Holy Maiden of Light performed a healing operation on herself, and slowly got up, with an incomparably calm and calm look in her eyes: "Soldiers, believers!"

She raised the cross in her hand high, her voice was clear and moving, and she said powerfully, "My Lord is watching us in heaven. Under the radiance of God, we will be invincible! Angel Holy Might, invincible!"

Under the effect of the divine spell, her voice instantly spread throughout the entire Fort Gru.

The believers and soldiers became excited and frenzied in an instant, and couldn't help shouting after the Holy Maiden of Light.

"Angel Shengwei, invincible!"

"Angel Shengwei, invincible!"

"Angel Shengwei, invincible!"

The majesty of the gods is vast, and the angels have descended. What kind of glory is this?

Even sub-holy-level powerhouses like Flame Walker are vulnerable to angels, so why are they afraid of losing this war?

All of a sudden, all the soldiers of the Holy See believers were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, the enthusiasm was surging, and the morale was high. He raised his sword and gun, counterattacked and killed the enemy, and fought with complete recklessness, which was frantic and frightening.

On the other hand, Lu An's army, whose total number was several times that of the believers' soldiers, lost morale, and those who were killed retreated steadily, and quickly withdrew from the city wall. But even so, the believer soldiers still refused to let go. They either climbed down from the city wall, or opened the city gate, and attacked and killed the enemy army in the opposite direction.

"Damn it, don't retreat, kill me, kill me, kill me!"

Seeing the defeat of the army, Viscount Connor roared hysterically, and personally beheaded several deserters with his sword. The gorgeous armor was stained with blood, and he howled like a mad dog, "Who dares to retreat, kill no one!" Forgiveness. Whoever is the first to break into Fort Grue will be rewarded with a hundred gold Franks and be granted the title of Baron."

After all, Viscount Connor is a nobleman with a long family heritage and was carefully educated since he was a child. He clearly understands that he must make a final fight now, otherwise this is the time of his death under Fort Gru.

Those who retreat will die, and those who are brave will be named barons.

Such two major stimuli immediately restored a little morale. There are one or two thousand people in Lu'an City's army, many of whom are bloody and brave. Especially some noble knights are inspired to desperate desire.

A baron and a real baron are completely different concepts. A commoner who is brave and good at fighting like the Horn knight has repeatedly made military exploits, but he is just a real knight.

Most of the real baron titles in this world come from family inheritance from generation to generation. Another way is to reach level 5 in personal strength, and be willing to swear allegiance to serve a certain viscount or earl. You can also award a baron, but you have to fight for the territory yourself.

Therefore, for many people, Viscount Connor laid out a path to reach the sky, as long as they can rush to the city wall and enter Gruberg.

Under the instigation of Viscount Connor, Lu An's army, which was on the verge of defeat, miraculously gained a firm foothold, and steadily pushed back the army of believers.

"Although that level 7 powerhouse is powerful, no matter how powerful he is, he will eventually get tired and get injured." Viscount Connor continued to encourage him enthusiastically, "In history, I don't know how many level 7 powerhouses died on the battlefield. Today, We will do miracles!"

Although Viscount Connor vaguely knew what kind of existence he was fighting against. But so what, is it possible to survive by kneeling down and begging for mercy now?

Wu Hui, who was far away in the Kingdom of God, saw this scene, and couldn't help feeling secretly, although creatures like nobles are greedy, selfish, despicable, and shameless. But they have been systematically trained, and have insight and experience far beyond that of ordinary civilians.

The ability to burst out at critical moments cannot be underestimated.

Like this Viscount Connor, he has saved the situation in crises several times. In a sense, he is already an excellent commander.

Unfortunately.

Wu Hui has been planning for this decisive battle for a long time, and the preparations are very thorough. No matter how good Viscount Connor's performance was, he was just dying, and he became a sharpening stone for the Holy Maiden of Light and the immature Holy See army.

"Luke, resolve the battle quickly." Wu Hui ordered in a calm tone.

It's almost time, and it's time for the show to end. After all, St. Luke's War Angel state consumes 1 point of divine power every minute. In the future, there will be more places where divine power will be used, so saving a little is a little bit.

"Yes! My lord."

In the most stable channel of faith, there was a calm response from St. Luke.

Then, on the big screen propped up by Wu Hui, the war angel Saint Luke slammed his white wings and swooped down like a fighter jet, killing Edmund the flame walker.

Originally, Edmund had restrained his breath and quietly blended into the crowd, planning to retreat quietly while no one was paying attention. As long as it runs far enough, even the war angel may not be able to catch up.

"Damn it." Seeing the war angel swooping down, Edmund was furious and frightened at once, and quickly exploded with momentum, darting towards the distance.

His speed was not slow, and a thin layer of flames burned all over his body, like a meteor flying close to the ground.

It's a pity that War Angel is a level 7 unit with wings, and his speed is far beyond Edmund's comparison. After chasing and fleeing after only two to three hundred meters, he was intercepted.

"I'm fighting with you."

Edmund had no way to escape, and he exploded with fright and anger, waving a red spear to fight back.

"Clang clang clang!"

In the blink of an eye, the two masters fought for several rounds. Edmund, the sub-sage, tried his best, and his power should not be underestimated.

Unfortunately.

He is strong, and the war angel is stronger.

Every move of St. Luke's was full of incomparably powerful power, which made Edmund's internal organs tremble violently, and blood continued to overflow from his mouth.

There is a gap between level 6 and level 7. It doesn't mean that you can win if you work hard.

Edmund was almost powerless to fight back under St. Luke's swift and swift attack.

Even if Edmund took the opportunity to attack St. Luke despite his injury, the sharp red spear that looked extremely sharp pierced through the shield of holy light condensed by St. Luke, but was caught by him. The scales on his body were loosened, and the tip of the spear was deflected and flew away.

It was only at this moment that Edmund had the urge to vomit blood. The light armor on the War Angel in front of him was dyed white and looked like an ornament, and its defense was so sturdy.

It was already completely invincible, so the opponent's weapons and equipment should be so strong?

I, Edmund, came here to help, not to bully people like this.

However, St. Luke came to kill Edmund by the oracle. How could he, who is so loyal to the God of Light, release Edmund?

From the head to the tail, within half a minute, St. Luke pierced Edmund's heart with a sword, and the power of the holy light surged in and shattered his heart.

With such a fatal injury, even the strong vitality of the sub-sage level powerhouse is dying, and there is no possibility of survival.

St. Luke picked up Edmund's body, flew to Fort Gru, dropped it from the sky, and smashed it hard into the center of the fierce battle between the two sides.

"Boom!"

Yasheng's body hit the ground like a heavy hammer beating a drum, which made everyone's heart tremble faintly.

The surrounding soldiers were also taken aback, and hurriedly dodged around. In an instant, a large area was vacated around the corpse.

The corpse of Edmund the Flame Walker lay alone in the middle of the open space. It was particularly bleak, but also very conspicuous.

Compared with the glamor and majesty at the beginning, Edmund at this moment is like an earthen jar stained with plaster, like a decaying rose, his whole body is full of ashes and decay.

Looking carefully, his short chestnut hair was covered with weeds, his lifeless skin was gray and white, and even his glowing red Warcraft leather armor was smashed to pieces in the battle just now, leaving only A small tattered piece was still hanging on the shoulder, and the whole body was covered in blood and scars, making it look particularly miserable.

Seeing his appearance clearly, the legs of the surrounding soldiers suddenly became weak, their faces were pale, and they were on the verge of falling.

Yasheng, who was known as the flame walker, was like a god in the minds of many people. He died!

He was beaten to death by the war angels of the Holy See of Light.

In the distance of the battlefield, Viscount Connor, who was surrounded by the elite "personal guards", was even more frightened and frightened when he saw this scene, and his whole body was almost drenched in cold sweat. Originally, it was hoped that Edmund would come out with more hole cards and hold on for a while, even if it was to hold back the war angel for a while.

It never occurred to him that he would die so quickly.

Saint Luke didn't speak, just hovered in the air quietly, looking down at the fighters on both sides with his holy eyes, the aura of the war angel erupted again, and the mighty holy prestige enveloped the battlefield.

Stagnation!

Everything on the battlefield came to a standstill again.

The wave of fighting spirit that Viscount Connor worked so hard to pull out was once again suppressed to the bottom.

The hearts of all the enemies are like falling into an ice cellar, extremely cold.

A certain baron who was still fighting bravely before, took the lead with a "bang", dropped his weapon, and knelt on the ground to repent piously: "I, Duke Ralph, was blinded by the heretic, the traitor, Connor, and sinners, and committed an unforgivable crime." I pray for the great light, our Lord, to bring down divine punishment and wash away my deep sins."

"you……"

In the distance, Viscount Connor's face was flushed and he was trembling with anger. That damned Duke Ralph, every time you have a meeting, you clamor to destroy the false Holy See, and you dance the most happily.

It's just that Viscount Connor's betrayal is just the beginning...

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(The first update is 3,600 words. The pink-skinned and thin-skinned Lao Ao first asked for a wave of guaranteed monthly tickets to appease his weak heart, and then Lao Ao went to type all night.)