Don't confiscate my citizenship

The winter sunset hangs slantingly on the western skyline of Brilda, spreading the last touch of deep purple to the Creation Memorial Square.

The terrace on the east side of the Palazzo Sant'Astrie stands majestically, like a giant ship about to set sail.

On the terrace, 1,400 marble columns hold up the towering dome. In the middle of the terrace is the wind island stone throne engraved with the royal emblem of Seiros. Emperor Saint Bardo walked past the throne, wearing luxurious purple velvet. The robe and the red-gold crown were worn firmly on the head, and the sunlight cast a soft halo on it.

Looking around from the terrace, you can clearly see the Creation Memorial Square in the distance and the military gods standing under the Twelve Cornerstones of Creation. They look straight ahead, protecting the empire and the emperor at all times. Long's jet black cloth armor, Ge Yat's dark green robe, Jasper's formal dress and robot gauntlet, and Luke Yed's white doctor's attire. Each military god has a unique temperament, but they are gathered together in Together, they formed the strongest barrier of the Creation Empire.

Tens of millions of people are looking up at the kilometers-long streets outside the Kreijian Memorial Square and the giant screens across the city-state of Brilda, in the projection installation living rooms of families in the province of Botswana, and even throughout the Kreijian Empire. Towards the Palace of Sant'Astrie.

In this commemorative and joyful National Day festival, everyone’s heart is excited with the holidays and festivals.

"Dear people of Creja, at this solemn and sacred moment, we once again witnessed the everlasting grace of the Creja Empire for thousands of years, and we once again felt the blessing of the God of War and Swords."

Emperor Saint Baldo stood at the front of the terrace and spoke in a rich and powerful voice.

According to the normal procedure, the Royal Horse Guards parade will be held in the afternoon of the National Day. The Royal Horse Guards will pass in front of the Saint-Astri Palace to pay tribute to the Emperor, and then the military god will attend and complete the blessing ceremony.

In the final act, the royal family returns to the Palace of Saint-Astri in a carriage or on horseback, with the god of war protecting the emperor.

At sunset, His Majesty the Emperor gave his final speech to the people on the balcony of Saint-Astri Palace. The celebration reached its climax with an aerobatic display by the Royal Mechanical Corps.

"Looking back on the past year, the Crean Empire once again demonstrated its courage, wisdom and resilience. Our producers used their hard-working hands to achieve a bumper harvest, and our magic craftsmen used their ingenious skills to create countless miracles. ; Our scholars have promoted the progress of technology and culture with their profound knowledge; our military guards have guarded the territory and honor of the empire with their fearless spirit. It is precisely because of you - the Crean Empire is diligent, brave and wise. As our people, we can stand proudly on the top of the Southern Continent, and our descendants can live in peace and prosperity!”

San Baldo's voice became louder and louder, echoing throughout the square.

The people applauded, and the waves of applause continued for a long time.

"However, my people, we must not stop at the glory of the past. The future is destined to belong to the brave, the wise, and the pioneers. In the new year ahead, under the guidance of God, let us fight for The Ruiyu Empire will create a more brilliant future! Fight unremittingly for peace, justice, and freedom, and let the flag of the Ruiyu Empire fly high in the Southern Continent forever!”

San Baldo raised his right fist high and his tone of voice rose steadily.

At this moment, it seemed that he was no longer just the king of a country, but the embodiment of the dreams and hopes of all Creation people.

"Long live the Creation Empire!!"

The voices of the people outside the square were like a mountain and a tsunami, and countless colorful flowers and gold confetti flew over the streets, like a gorgeous rain curtain.

"Finally, let us pray together that in the name of the God of War and Swords and the twelve founding heroes, the Creation Empire will prosper! Prosperity will last forever! Long live the Creation Empire!"

At this point, Emperor Saint Bardo pulled out the Sword of the Heroic Spirits of Seiros. The power of the sword seemed to light up the night, causing the figures of the heroic spirits to turn into a long river and emerge behind Emperor Saint Bardo.

The phantom heroic spirits that looked like murals from the Age of Gods seemed like patron saints at this moment, making the figure of Emperor Saint Bardo also have some divinity.

Some residents at the front even couldn't help but kneel down and pray, thanking the gods for the prosperity of Creation.

At the same time, the Royal Mechanical Corps' flight show also flew across the square and left a colorful trail. From time to time, they discharged the national emblem of the Creation Empire, decorating the entire sky with radiance, and music in the square also sounded. The voices of the people of the empire merged into a majestic symphony.

Just when the celebration was at its peak, bunches of gorgeous fireworks soared into the sky, blooming into bright flowers in the night sky.

Fireworks are reflected in people's eyes, each other's smiles are reflected, and admiration is reflected.

However, amidst all the joy and celebration, no one noticed the slight oddity in Creation Memorial Square.

Although the twelve military gods stood in awe, some of them had imperceptible pain and confusion flashing across their faces from time to time.

Under the stele on the sardonyx seat of the third foundation stone.

"I seem to have had a long dream..."

Ge Yat just felt dizzy and dizzy, and now he barely woke up. He gritted his teeth and clenched the palm of his right hand tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

Cold sweat rolled down his pale forehead and dripped on the ground of the Memorial Square.

If his dream is true, then he may have been controlled by a powerful ninth-level vampire, and his will was changed by it, and he would obey the other party's orders at the critical moment.

Not far from him, in front of the fourth cornerstone Jasper Seat.

Jasper also felt a sharp pain in his artificial eye, as if countless needles were stabbing him.

She couldn't help but raise her hand to cover it, but she was enduring it, because this was one of the most grand ceremonies in the Kreen Empire. As the military god who protects the emperor, she was in an important position at the moment and couldn't do anything that would be disgraceful.

She held her breath and tried her best to maintain a motionless posture.

The fifth military god, Yunmu Lu Jiayed, was in a similar situation, and his face was also paler than usual.

As an eighth-level top doctor, he could adjust his own condition better than others.

He felt that the medical box on his back became extremely heavy, as if it was filled with lead blocks, which made him almost breathless.

Lu Jiayed observed the square and found that he was not the only one in this situation. The eighth military god, Haojinshi Conzel, and the ninth military god, Amethyst Ryan, also looked a little bad.

At this moment, there were still ten of the twelve military gods left in the Kreen Square.

After the blessing of the God of War and Sword ended, the sixth military god, Aquamarine Violet, went to the sky without a care in the world, which confused all of them and even embarrassed Saint Bardo the Great.

Fortunately, Hecintus helped to smooth things over.

He couldn't let Violet go, so he apologized to Saint Bardo the Great and chased after her.

So the two military gods were absent tonight, and only the ten of them were left to perform their duties to protect the emperor and ensure the smooth conclusion of the National Day Festival.

Three, four, five, eight, and nine were not in good condition, but the second military god, Obsidian Salon, the seventh military god, Blood Jade Philip, the tenth military god, Red Tourmaline Julius, the eleventh military god, Emerald Simonlo, and the twelfth military god, Cat's Eye Bianca, were all in good condition.

They were keenly aware of the expressions of their companions.

Bianca, the cat-man scout, exchanged a worried look with Salon, the strongest military god in the square.

"..."

The second military god, Salon, still looked indifferent with his hands around the sword, but his eyes were open, ready to use force to deal with any possible changes.

The tenth military god, Julius, looked at Geyat, Jasper and Lugayed.

He was more clearly prepared for battle than Salon.

At this time, none of them could act rashly.

As the strongest guardians of the Cremon Empire, they had the responsibility to maintain the unshakable image of the military god on such an important day, and no longer do things that were impolite like Violet and Hecintos.

Any abnormality could cause panic and suspicion among the people, seriously affecting the credibility of the God's Temple.

Moreover, they could not tell where this abnormality came from.

At this moment, all they could do was to deal with all doubts, listen to the emperor's speech in the most perfect manner, and complete this final ceremony.

The loud voice of Saint Bardo the Great still echoed in the streets of the entire city-state of Brillda.

As the lights came on, countless bright lights lit up the Cretan Memorial Square as bright as day.

"Thank you very much."

On the terrace of the Saint-Asteri Palace, Saint Bardo the Great still stood, his eyes full of love and relief, and the smile on his face was like a spring breeze.

"The Cretan Empire, this ancient civilization, is stepping into a new era with its endless glory and mystery."

Saint Bardo the Great slowly raised his right hand and made his final farewell,

"In the name of the God of War and Sword and the Twelve Founding Spirits, the people of Cretan, bless you."

"Hand in hand to move towards the future!"

The voices of thousands of Cretans gathered into a sonorous oath, which traveled through time and spread far away, echoing under the night sky of Brillda, on the waves of the Grande River, and in the hearts of every Cretan.

The night was like a huge cold hole, pressing heavily on the sky above Brillda.

In the distance, the blood moon was rising slowly, like a giant eye with an ominous red light, overlooking the Kremling Memorial Square.

Its light penetrated the thin mist and clouds, covering the entire square in a faint red.

The people immersed in the passionate celebration were unaware of it.

"The moonlight is so beautiful."

"I saw a red moon tonight."

Their faces were filled with pure joy, and they talked with their close friends.

"Long live the Kremling Empire! Long live Saint Bardo the Great!"

Tens of thousands of people still responded in unison, and the sound resounded through the night sky like endless thunder, bidding farewell to Saint Bardo the Great in the square.

At this moment, the sudden fluctuation of magic broke it all.

"Ah ah——"

The third military god Ge Yat suddenly roared.

He hugged his head tightly with both hands, his face twisted in pain, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying red light.

Bloody spiritual energy gushed out of his body, like a soaring poisonous snake, connecting to the night sky in the distance. He was shrouded in a bottomless shadow, and his magic power was completely out of control.

Then, the fourth military god Jasper, the fifth military god Lujiayed, the eighth military god Kangzel and the ninth military god Ryan also underwent the same changes.

They screamed and struggled in pain, as if fighting against the evil spirits in their brains.

But it was obvious that this time they could no longer wake up like the brief miracle just now.

Their eyes turned blood red, leaving only pure violence.

The magic power and aura close to the realm of gods burst out uncontrollably from their bodies. The boundary of Creation Memorial Square began to tremble violently. The stone slabs of the streets in the distance cracked. The residents who got too close had not had time to smile on their faces. He became frightened and fell down with blood streaming from his eyes, nose and throat.

The next second, five extremely crazy military gods attacked at a speed invisible to the naked eye towards the terrace of Saint-Astri Palace above the western end of the Memorial Square!

The ground beneath their feet instantly cracked, and the barrier protections exploded one after another. They all struck with all their strength.

The scarlet hollow eyes were locked directly on Saint Baldo, flashing with madness and murderous intent.

"kill--!!!"

They roared with inhuman chaotic voices, and their voices echoed over the square.

The bloody energy around the military gods connected them like threads, turning them into the most ferocious puppet killing machines.

Right now.

The second god of war, Saron, who had been on guard for a long time, finally grasped the hilt of the sword. With a heavy metal sound, he drew the sword and swung it away. In an instant, the Creation Memorial Square was cut horizontally.

Even with the protection of the barrier, it was still unable to contain the ground he cut.

And the sword energy bursting out from the clear crack actually broke out into an updraft, lifting all the five military gods who attacked Emperor Saint Bardo away.

"That's great, Saron, it's good to have you!"

Bianca, the twelfth god of war, shouted happily. She could react when the accident happened, but she couldn't do anything.

Only the second god of war, Saron, has enough power to stop the other gods of war.

At this moment, the Seventh Army God Philip, the Tenth Army God Julius, and the Eleventh Army God Simon Luo, who were still awake, exchanged glances and immediately rushed forward to stop these companions who suddenly went berserk for unknown reasons.

The square instantly fell into chaos like hell on earth.

The laughter stopped suddenly, and screams came one after another.

The crowd ran backwards like a tide, pushing and stamping, scrambling to escape this nightmare scene.

Countless residents fell to the ground and were trampled mercilessly by the crowd behind them, and screams could be heard endlessly.

Cries, wails, and cries for help mingled into a cacophony of noise that echoed through the streets for kilometers outside Memorial Square.

"Are the military gods fighting? The world is about to fall apart."

"The God of War is going crazy, run!"

"Run for your life. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

Panic spread among the crowd, like a flash flood sweeping everything, involving everyone.

In the chaotic crowd, many people were tripped and trampled. Mothers were desperately calling for their lost children, and children were desperately searching for their elderly parents. They helplessly stretched out their hands to try to grab the people around them, but they could only watch helplessly. Watching relatives and friends drift away and disappear in the crowd.

People threw away the colorful flags of celebration and masks of joy, revealing the most primitive fear deep in their hearts. They fled in all directions like headless flies, just wanting to stay away from the battlefield in Memorial Square.

Creation Memorial Square.

The figures of the five mad war gods have almost broken through the barrier protection and are approaching the terrace. They have long transcended the category of human beings. After losing their minds, they transformed into pure gods of destruction.

In the Memorial Square, five sober military gods quickly protected Emperor San Baldo, and the eleventh military god Simon Ro of Emerald reinforced the barrier.

"Hallworth, the wind god, heals the storm."

Simonro shouted loudly and struck the ground with the Emerald Staff. The barrier of the Memorial Square began to resonate with him, isolating the magic flow from the innocent residents in the square, and at the same time began to slightly heal the suffering residents in the distance.

"What's wrong with you? Wake up!"

Bianca the Cat's Eye shouted anxiously to her companions.

Today this is not an ordinary dereliction of duty, but a crime of regicide!

Even if they wake up, they will probably have to face trial, and it will be difficult to get away with it without paying a price.

"It's useless, stop them first."

Julius, the usually reckless Tenth Army God, said particularly coldly at this moment. He grabbed Bianca and helped her avoid the merciless attack of Ninth Army God Ryan.

"I never thought I would have to fight you one day."

Philip of the Seventh Army's Divine Blood Chalcedony did not hesitate and was the first to enter full combat mode.

At this moment, he was a little excited to fight against other military gods.

He looked at the fifth god of war, Luke Yed, and he would only challenge a god of war who was stronger than himself.

"We may not win if we fight five against five."

Simonro completed the reinforcement of the barrier and began to strengthen it. He looked sadly and shouted to his companions who were still awake.

"Leave Gejat and Jasper to me, and you three just stop Conzel and Ryan."

After Saron said this, he completely drew his sword and walked towards the third army god Ge Yat and the fourth army god Jasper.

"good."

Bianca said nothing and stared at Conzel and Ryan who rushed out of the sword energy barrier, protecting Simon Luo behind them.

Although their several sober war gods are generally weak except for Saron, fortunately Saron has the strength to stop Ge Yat and Jasper.

The two military gods suddenly started a desperate struggle in the Creation Memorial Square, almost replicating the civil war between the military gods on the day of the bloodbath twenty years ago!

The buildings around the square were lifted up and collapsed like a tidal wave. The collision between the military gods was faster than the thunder, shaking the entire Brilda.

The earth trembled, and wide cracks appeared on the stone streets, as if being swallowed up, and collapsed step by step. Under the impact of the battle between the ten military gods, the ancient Cyros-style buildings, the finely carved sculptures and stained glass windows were all shaken off in an instant, and the fragments were scattered with the wind.

The violent magic flow of their battle swept the entire memorial square's barrier, which could break through it at any time. The night sky was decorated more dazzling than at dusk, and even changed the weather. The passing dark clouds gradually obscured the stars, and purple lightning and thunder flashed in the dark sky and earth.

"What on earth is going on..."

Saint Bardo the Great frowned behind the terrace's barrier, holding the hilt of the Cyros Heroic Sword, and pretended to be calm and commanded the guards to bombard the military god with the city defense facilities.

He was not weak with the sword in hand. Even the seventh-rank commander of the Royal Guards could hardly hurt him. If he ran away now and stayed away from these sober military gods, he might fall into a more dangerous situation and lose the heroic image he needed in front of the people.

The entire periphery of the Cremon Memorial Square turned into a purgatory on earth, with corpses everywhere, blood flowing, and wailing everywhere. Saint Bardo suppressed the boredom in his eyes.

He was already very dissatisfied with the performance of these military gods today.

The first one was the arrogant Moon God High Priestess Shui Cangyu Violet. If it weren't for Violet's special status in the Elsaya Sanctuary, he would have wanted to take Violet as his concubine and conquer this unruly wild wolf.

Then the first military god Hecintus was still as unreliable as always, and he left early with a laugh.

Now, half of the remaining ten military gods began to disobey.

What made Saint Bardo most unbearable was that these military gods actually pointed their blades directly at him!

In this chaotic situation, on the memorial square separated by the barrier of Saint Astri Palace, the second military god, the Obsidian Seat, took the lead, and the dark long sword in his hand drew a sharp sword light, and at the same time cut through the illusion seal of Geyat and Jasper and the encirclement of the mechanical army.

The sword of the Obsidian Seat contained a sharp sword intent, and even spells would be destroyed wherever the sword energy passed.

He was the only one among the first six military gods who was not bound to the original stone tablet. In his opinion, he did not need to rely on the original stone tablet to strengthen himself. If he changed his fighting style for the original stone tablet, it would become a shackle for him to become stronger.

Salon's figure shuttled between the third and fourth military gods like a ghost, with heavy sword shadows, and sometimes he only pressed the hilt of the sword and did not cut it completely, forcing the crazy military god to retreat continuously.

But even so, the two insane military gods were still ferocious, and they were going straight to the direction of Saint Bardo the Great, regardless of their own injuries.

"If you two don't wake up, I may not hold back."

The second military god Salon said while fighting, but his call seemed to be completely unable to touch the hearts of the two military gods.

"King-kill!"

The third military god Geyat and the fourth military god Jasper just kept roaring, with beast-like killing intent flashing in their eyes.

"..."

Saron was silent, and his eyes as calm as lake water had seen through the body veins of Geyat and Jasper to see their weaknesses.

When his sharp blade was about to be completely pulled out, he still changed his posture and held the hilt of the sword in reverse, and did not use the swordsmanship of killing the enemy to face his colleagues.

On the other side of the square, the fire rushed in the clouds.

The seventh military god Philip stood in front of the fifth military god Lugayed, his hands seemed to be covered by lava transformed by blood, and collided with Lugayed's golden medical box.

On the battlefield between the two, only the smoke caused by the medicine, a shadow in the fire, and the constantly erupting bloody magma could be seen.

"Lugayed, you are a doctor, but your physical fitness is so strong."

Blood Jade Philip said to himself in surprise and excitement.

At this moment, apart from his duties, he was more enjoying the battle in front of him.

Since the mica Lugayed took out the medicine and stabbed it into his body, he was able to fight him head-on.

And Lugayed, who can continue to heal himself, will obviously have an advantage over him if he continues to fight.

But Philip didn't care. It was enough to fight with his hands and feet in front of him. Only this kind of battle could make him stronger.

I don't know where to start. Maybe it was because the previous battle with the high priest Loren made him unforgettable. Since then, he always had some obsession with fighting with the strong.

If the high priest had not been sealed, Philip would admit from the bottom of his heart that the high priest was the opponent he wanted to fight with the most.

Even though he knew he would lose, Philip wanted to experience Loren's growing strength and his determination to fight to the death through fighting again.

Philip glanced at the end of the Cremon Memorial Square.

The most chaotic was undoubtedly the chaotic battle between the other five military gods.

Julius, Simonro and Bianca teamed up against Conzel and Ryan.

The three-on-two battle was so intense.

Julius had summoned the red heavy guns and cannons, which were covered with armor and bombarded the eighth military god Conzel and the ninth military god Ryan with unlimited firepower.

Conzel was also like a barrier, and he went forward against Julius' firepower. Ryan's surprise attack was aimed at Julius. It was all thanks to Bianca and Simonro who protected Julius and helped him repel Ryan.

Julius, Simonro and Bianca kept changing their formations and attacking alternately, trying to find the flaws of Conzel and Ryan.

Conzel and Ryan seemed unaffected by them, and continued to advance towards the Saint-Astrius Palace with inhuman speed and strength.

"Damn it, why aren't Hecintos and Violet here at this time!"

Bianca shouted unwillingly while fighting.

If Hecintos was here, they would be able to suppress these crazy guys soon.

Or if Violet also mastered many sacred arts, she might be able to solve the abnormal state of the out-of-control gods of war.

Simonro's purification spell alone would not work on them at all.

But it makes sense. It would be strange if Simonro, who is at the bottom, could dispel the spiritual evil spell that would have absolute control over the top gods of war.

"Conzel, Ryan, wake up."

The end of Simonro's emerald staff hit the ground heavily, and the holy light shield was instantly deployed, forcibly resisting Conzel's heavy assault.

If the fight continues, today will probably cause a disaster, and the bloodbath day of twenty years will reappear.

Once the barrier can't hold up, the situation will develop in the direction of getting out of control.

Even though Brillda is the largest city-state in the empire, with a built-up area far exceeding that of the small city-states on the border by dozens of times, it is not difficult for ten military gods to destroy a city-state in a life-and-death battle. It is just a matter of time!

"Kill! Behead Saint Bardo the Great!"

The mad military god and the sane military god fought fiercely, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

At the far end of this chaos, Saint Bardo the Great stood behind the protective barrier of the terrace, tightly grasping the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros.

His face was solemn, and when he heard the voice of the military god, anger was still rising in his eyes.

Although he still maintained the majesty and calmness that an emperor should have on the surface, his heart had already set off a storm.

"Geyat, Jasper, Lugayed, Conzel, Ryan! As my military gods, you dare to go crazy and kill the king on such a day. Are you going to rebel?!"

Saint Bardo's voice was gloomy and cold, and every word and every tone was full of anger and oppression.

"I once trusted you and regarded you as my confidants and arms, but now, have you ever thought about what kind of disaster such behavior will bring to the empire? What kind of trauma will it leave in the hearts of the people?"

Saint Bardo slowly raised the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the crazy military gods.

The sacred light on the sword was like a punishment from heaven, illuminating his stern face.

This legendary sword seemed to sense the will of its master, and the sword body trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound.

"If you insist on taking this road of no return, I can only personally uphold justice in the name of the empire and the people!"

Saint Bardo's words were like thunder, exploding in the night sky.

He looked directly into the blood-red eyes of the crazy military gods, as if he wanted to destroy their madness with willpower.

The light on the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros became brighter and brighter. The light column from the sky fell, and the thunder of divine punishment briefly repelled the eighth military god Kangzel and the ninth military god Ryan, paralyzing them for a moment, while this attack had almost no effect on the third military god Geyat and the fourth military god Jasper.

However, facing the questioning and pressure of Saint Bardo, the crazy military gods still did not react.

They just kept roaring, desperate to break through the obstruction of their comrades, to kill Saint Bardo the Great, and complete the goal tonight.

In this almost out-of-control battle, blood-red starlight suddenly flashed in the night sky west of Brillda.

It was a red comet, dragging a long blood-red tail, drawing a track that cut through the clouds in the night sky.

The energy fluctuations it emitted were so strong that even the military gods fighting fiercely in the square could clearly perceive it.

"!"

The sober military gods suddenly changed color.

They realized that a more terrifying existence had appeared.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped their hearts.

The strongest military gods present were undoubtedly the ones who felt it more clearly.

Judging from the fluctuation of this magic power, the source of the madness of other military gods was obviously this mysterious and extremely strong existence!

The extremely terrifying mental pressure and ninth-level magic power, as if from the power of the realm of gods, made all the refugees below feel that their souls collapsed and lost control, turning into puppets with broken strings.

Behind the red moonlight, destruction, disaster, everything was a prophecy engraved in the magic book.

"Ninth level?"

The twelfth military god Bianca stared with eyes wide open, looking in that direction.

The strength of the bloody figure was completely beyond her understanding. The only thing she could think of was the ninth-level realm.

Even the second military god Salon really gripped the hilt of the sword this time.

Before they could fully react, the red comet had already flown straight towards Saint Bardo the Great on the terrace of the palace, at an incredible speed, and hit the terrace in the blink of an eye.

"Back off! Evil spirit!"

Saron ordered.

He realized the seriousness of the situation and wanted to immediately go to the direction of Saint Astri Palace to intercept this over-normal enemy.

But Geyat and Jasper in front of him seemed to be summoned by the comet, regardless of life and death, they rushed to him and blocked his way.

At the same time, the mental pressure came to them, slowing down their actions!

The other crazy military gods were not affected.

They turned from breaking through the defense line to stopping other military gods, sacrificing their lives to prevent them from protecting their emperor.

"Damn it, what the hell is that!"

Simonro gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist Conzel's attack with a storm.

On the terrace, Saint Bardo the Great also felt the terrifying pressure.

He held the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros tightly, his brown hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes fixed firmly on the blood-red figure.

The red comet stood in front of the railing of the terrace, and the light faded, revealing its true face.

He was a boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old.

He had a delicate and beautiful face, like an angel descending to earth, and his short hair fluttered in the night wind, as bright as moonlight.

But the most eye-catching thing was his eyes.

Those were a pair of blood-red eyes, as if they had carried endless years and witnessed countless reincarnations of life and death.

Lachar slowly landed on the terrace, as if he was enjoying an interesting drama.

When his eyes fell on Saint Bardo, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor of the Krelian Empire."

Lachar spoke, his voice was crisp and cold,

"Please go on your way."

His words were like a spell, instantly covering the entire Krelian Memorial Square, and the actions of other awake military gods who were fighting slowed down again irresistibly.

They had never encountered such an enemy who could easily suppress and interfere with them all with mental power!

St. Bardo only felt an unprecedented pressure coming, and the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders.

The light on the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros continued to burst out, fighting against Lachar's blood power.

He held the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros firmly.

If it weren't for the protection of the sword, he would probably have knelt on the ground.

"This sword is really good."

The third ancestor Lachar glanced at the sword in the emperor's hand, raised his hand and paused, staring at it with interest.

"How can you shake the foundation of my Krei Empire for hundreds of years?"

When Saint Bardo the Great saw that the other party was afraid of the sword in his hand, he felt relieved and shouted.

"..."

Lachar's hesitant expression gradually showed a smile, until it turned into a grin, and he suddenly increased the suppression of his mental magic.

The next second.

Saint Bardo knelt on the ground involuntarily, his left hand trembling to cover his neck, surrounded by a suffocating feeling.

Even with the protection of the magic sword, he could no longer resist this level of magic.

"I just said that this sword is powerful, but you are just an ordinary person, and you want to resist me with a magic sword?"

Lachar looked at Saint Bardo the Great and asked jokingly.

"No..."

Saint Bardo's eyes widened, his face twisted in pain,

"Quick, come and save me..."

Saint Bardo the Great glanced at the gods of war who were fighting in the square on one side.

He felt his consciousness gradually blurring and his mental strength rapidly draining away.

And Lachar just stood there, smiling, admiring Saint Bardo's miserable state.

A layer of black and red energy surrounded him, circling around him like a living being, sometimes turning into a sharp blade, sometimes turning into a devil's claw, threatening all life that dared to approach.

Saint Bardo the Great gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and tried to stand up with the sword.

The Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros shone again in his hand, as if responding to his will and giving him strength.

"I am... the emperor of the Cremon Empire..."

Saint Bardo raised the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros, and the sacred light on the sword instantly filled the entire terrace.

The God of War could not be counted on.

At this time, he could only rely on himself. This sword had a significant special attack on the evil creatures that endangered the royal family. The more it fought against evil spirits, the more it could be stimulated to the limit!

The light was so bright, like the dawn dispelling darkness, it illuminated Saint Bardo's face and the fighting spirit in the emperor's eyes.

This scene, outside the square, the people who witnessed this scene were greatly encouraged.

They saw that their emperor, even in the face of such a powerful enemy, even the god of war was controlled by the enemy, still fought unyieldingly, and even summoned a group of heroic spirits to give him strength and sword skills.

"Long live Saint Bardo the Great! Defeat this enemy!"

The crowd burst into inspiring shouts, cheering for their emperor and praying for their country.

At that moment, everyone's hearts seemed to be connected together, beating to the same rhythm.

Saint Bardo's courage made them realize that as long as there was such an emperor, the tragedy of the bloodbath day would not happen again.

However.

All this turned into nothing in the next moment.

Lachar looked at Saint Bardo's resistance, and the smile in the corner of his eyes became more disdainful.

He waved his hand contemptuously, and his blood-red claws suddenly grabbed Saint Bardo with all his strength.

Puff.

The sword of the heroic spirit of Seros fell with a sound, and the sacred light was extinguished instantly.

Saint Bardo opened his eyes, and his right arm turned into blood mist under this terrifying force. His flesh was torn apart in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Ahhhhh!"

Saint Bardo screamed miserably and collapsed to the ground.

The Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros fell beside him. He instinctively tried to grab the sword, but he had no dominant hand.

He covered his broken arm, and blood flowed from the broken limbs and gathered into a pool on the ground.

Saint Bardo the Great's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes gradually lost their spirit due to pain and fear.

All this happened in a flash.

The residents who were still fleeing outside the square fell into deathly silence in an instant.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, as if they had seen the end of the world.

Their emperor was defeated so easily and fell to the ground miserably?

The seemingly invincible emperor was so fragile in front of a truly powerful enemy.

On the terrace, Saint Bardo the Great, who had lost his sword, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

He was no longer the wise and powerful emperor, but a mortal who was filled with fear.

He covered his broken arm, his eyes full of timidity and fear.

Some people in Brillda began to cry and scream, and fear swept across the city-state like a tide.

The residents realized that if no one could stop this ninth-level evil spirit and let him kill their emperor wantonly, the Cremon Empire would be over.

Even the emperor could be killed at will, so who else could not be killed?

Sharp wails cut through the night sky, and people on the streets of Brillda began to flee frantically.

They pushed and trampled, desperate to escape from this nightmarish scene, and even wanted to escape from Brillda.

The instinct of survival dominated everything, and fear devoured all reason.

On the terrace of Saint-Asteri Palace, Lachar looked at the gods of war who were busy in the square. Even though the five of them were clear-headed and extremely angry at the moment, they could not touch him.

Lachar looked at Saint Bardo the Great who was kneeling on the ground again.

He approached slowly, and every step made Saint Bardo feel his heart trembling.

"Look at what you look like now, Emperor of Cremon."

Lachar leaned down, looking directly at Saint Bardo with bloodshot eyes.

He stretched out a pale and slender hand and gently pointed at Saint Bardo's face reflected in the pool of blood on the ground.

The finger was as cold as death, which made Saint Bardo unable to resist glancing in the direction where Lachar pointed.

He finally saw his ugly appearance.

"You... what do you want..."

Saint Bardo's voice was trembling, and he tried to communicate with Lachar while enduring the severe pain and humiliation.

But those blood-red eyes seemed to have magic, making him feel that his will was disintegrating and his soul was sinking.

Lachar walked over carelessly, looked at the sword stuck in the ground, and wanted to pull it out.

When his hand touched the hilt of the sword, it was like touching a temperature of tens of millions of degrees, and the skin on his hand was scorched, causing Lachar to quickly let go and throw away the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros.

"Tsk, it seems that I really can't pick it up."

Lachar chuckled and didn't pay much attention to this ownerless sword.

"What did you ask me just now?"

Lachar turned his head and looked down at Saint Bardo the Great.

"What I want is the destruction of the Krelian Empire and the reappearance of the blood moon disaster in the Krelian Empire."

Lachar opened his arms, and the black and red energy surrounded him again.

"And you, Saint Bardo, will be the first step of my voyage. Your death will mark my announcement to the Krelian Empire."

Lachar's voice became a death knell, echoing in Saint Bardo's mind.

"All the people of the Krelian Empire."

The next moment, Lachar's voice echoed in the night sky, and was clearly transmitted to the ears of every resident of Brillda through spiritual spells.

"From now on, this world will belong to our blood clan, and your Saint Bardo the Great will be the first pig to be beheaded and displayed to the public."

As soon as the voice fell, the blood-red magic burst out from him, instantly covering the entire Brillda City, and even sweeping the entire Krelian Empire.

It was a complete dark wave, which swallowed up all the light, the sky and the earth changed color, and the city-state was shrouded in a strange red.

Lachar's voice resounded, and the residents of Brillda all trembled and hugged their heads, trying to isolate his spiritual thoughts.

Even the God of War was controlled by him, and the emperor was about to be killed by him. Who can still fight against the blood clan ancestor in this divine realm?

The fall of the Krelian Empire is just the beginning.

More countries and more lives will be turned into feasts in this carnival started by the blood clan.

And the unrivaled ninth-level blood clan ancestor will become the master of this carnival and become the new god of this world.

"Okay, Saint Bardo."

Lachar stood in front of Saint Bardo the Great and brought Saint Bardo up to show the public, asking him to warn all the Krelian people with the most humiliating death, and deeply imprint the fear in the hearts of the people of this empire.

He was going to slowly torture and slow the former leader of the empire.

The sober military gods screamed in despair, for the emperor they were powerless to protect, with sadness, anger, unwillingness, and all kinds of emotions intertwined, but they could not bypass the suicidal and crazy military gods and Lachar's mental suppression to attack Lachar, the ancestor of the blood clan.

This was the critical moment when everyone felt that time slowed down.

A dazzling sword light of the Age of Gods passed through the sky several kilometers away.

Instantly cut off the entire palace terrace.

The silver light was so powerful and sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through the world and cut off all evil.

Lachar's arm was broken by this sudden attack, and flew away in his stunned eyes.

Blood gushed out from the broken end, drawing a strange red line in the night sky.

Lachar let out an angry roar, and blood gushed out like a silk thread, connecting the broken arm, and quickly attracted it back to connect, but the blood line at the suture was still emitting the same blazing silver light as the sword light just now.

This unexpected change disrupted Lachar's plan. Emperor Saint Bardo temporarily escaped and was protected by the sword formation left by the sword energy.

Before Lachar could come to his senses, a dim blue light appeared in the night sky to the west.

The weak blue meteor was falling towards here at an incredible speed.

Its trajectory was so straight that it seemed like a sharp arrow shot at Lachar.

The comet was surrounded by lightning, and every flash illuminated half of the sky.

The atmosphere was compressed under its high-speed movement, making a thunderous explosion.

"It's Hecintos, he's back."

The god of war in the battle immediately looked at the blue figure, and a spark of hope ignited in his eyes.

When they saw the slashing with silver light, they knew that Hecintos had come, because this was the glory of the God Age of [Original Slate-Slash].

"Hecintos!"

"Lord Hecintos, go and cut off this vampire evil!"

The people of Brillda saw this scene, and they shouted Hecintos' name, and their voices surged like a tide.

The calls echoed over the entire city of Brillda, even drowning out the roar of the battle in the distance. Countless hearts called out to this heroic god of war.

Their power of faith was like a trickle, gathering into a torrent, flowing continuously to Hecintus, blessing him invisibly, making Hecintus, the first god of war who already had a lot of faith power from the Cretan Empire, seem to be about to break through the shackles at this moment.

For the Cretan people at this time, it was as if they saw a ray of light in the darkness.

The strongest first god of war finally arrived at this most critical moment.

But when Hecintus landed on the terrace of the Palace of Saint Astrid.

After seeing his condition clearly, people began to breathe in the cold air.

The first god of war was covered with scars, and his blue battle robe was stained purple and black with blood. It was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle before coming, as if he had just returned from hell.

There was a shocking wound on his chest, deep enough to see the bone, as if a sharp weapon had almost taken out his heart.

At this moment, blood continued to flow out of the wound, dripping down the battle robe onto the ground, and soon formed a small pool of blood.

The only person who could injure the First Military God Hecintos like this, except for this ninth-level vampire, was probably himself, but it was obviously impossible for someone to be so cruel to himself that he would break his sternum and even hurt his heart.

Hecintos' face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and every ups and downs affected the wound, causing his body to tremble slightly.

The blue eyes were like two balls of inextinguishable flames, blocking Saint Bardo the Great.

The people who saw this scene quickly understood everything.

Before rushing to the palace, Hecintos might have fought a desperate battle with the ancestor of the vampires!

Judging from Hecintos' injuries, the result of this battle was undoubtedly a defeat for him.

Even in an instant, people figured out a lot of things.

For example, why did Violet and Hecintos leave the scene one after another as if they had noticed something, why did the other several war gods who were going berserk show signs of waking up from a dream briefly before, and why did they fall into berserk again later.

Previously, Violet and Hecintos were probably fighting a life-and-death battle with the Blood Clan Ancestor in an unknown place.

They were heroes who wanted to save the Cremon Empire.

The injuries on the Blood Clan Ancestor at this moment were probably left by Violet and Hecintos desperately.

The fact that several war gods were able to recover their consciousness briefly in the square before must have been the result of the full-strength attack of Violet, the High Priestess of the Moon God. Judging from the outcome at this moment, Violet is likely to have met with an accident.

Only Hecintos was still barely holding on, ignoring his life and catching up with the Blood Clan Ancestor.

The people of Cremon were already on the verge of despair. Facing the terrifying Blood Clan Ancestor and the fragility of Saint Bardo the Great, their will was on the verge of collapse.

But the appearance of Hecintos was like a ray of light in the darkness, rekindling their fighting spirit.

They roared, yelled, and shouted for Hecintos.

Even though Hecintos was at the peak of the eighth level, no one doubted his strength at this moment.

If anyone could defeat the blood clan ancestor of the ninth level of the divine realm, it would probably be Hecintos.

"Poor Hecintos, you are a defeated general."

Lachar stared at the embarrassed war god in front of him, with a calm smile on his lips, reciting what he needed to say,

"You have obviously been defeated by me once, why do you still chase me to die? You can end your pain by lying on the ground like Violet and waiting to die."

Hearing Violet, the hearts of all the war gods present sank.

Their guess was indeed correct.

It was completely confirmed by the blood clan ancestor.

The brief lucidity of the berserk war god was because the Moon God's Pure Land barrier cast by Violet temporarily cut off the blood clan ancestor's mental control over other war gods.

She was the first to discover the threat of the blood clan and used her magic to win a glimmer of hope for the empire.

But as night fell, Violet's power gradually weakened, and in the end, she and Hecintus were unable to defeat the blood clan ancestor.

Now, she is probably on the verge of death.

"Hecintus, defeat him!"

Bianca felt a heart-wrenching pain and shouted in the direction of the Saint Astrid Palace.

"I know."

Hecintus' eyes could not hide the sadness, pursed his lips, and stood in front of Saint Bardo the Great.

"I will avenge Violet. It is all my fault that I failed to protect her."

Although his voice was weak, every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the people.

He was like a sad hero fighting his last desperate battle.

These words were like a clarion call, shocking the Imperial people who saw the battle situation through the reporter's desperate broadcast.

Many residents even slowed down and stopped running in panic. They stood on the road and turned back, shouting towards the Palace of Saint-Astri.

"Hacintos, come on!!"

Hyacinthus needs the power of their faith at this moment.

His chances of winning may have been slim, but he still chose to fight and fulfill his duty.

If Hyacintos can really complete another breakthrough, even if his condition is extremely poor at the moment, he will still be able to fight against the immortal ancestor of the ninth-level blood clan.

"Hacintos, it's up to you, we will do our best to help you stop them from going crazy!"

The sober war gods roughly figured out the cause of the whole incident, and gradually began to understand why the Crean Empire had such a war, as well as the various violations that the Crean Empire had in recent years but could not explain the reasons for. misfortune.

Before they knew it, five of their companions had been controlled by the ancestor of the blood clan.

So under this empire, they can no longer even imagine how deeply the vampires have corrupted the empire.

If it weren't for tonight's turmoil, they wouldn't even be able to find out how many of the twelve military gods were controlled and which ones were controlled.

Fortunately, at the most critical moment, Violet found the traces of the vampires, allowing the vampires to start a full-scale attack in advance at this moment.

But correspondingly, Violet also paid a price.

Now, with Violet possibly dead and Hyacinthus seriously injured, the situation seems to have reached its worst point.

But even so, all they can do is believe in Hyacintos and believe that he can defeat the source of this troubled empire-the ancestor of the blood race.

Residents throughout the Crean Empire held their breath as they watched the source's intermittent broadcast.

Those desperate reporters are still outside the square, reporting the first real situation, and there are fewer and fewer war reporters alive.

Whether it was the people fleeing outside the square or the residents watching the turmoil through live broadcasts, their hearts were in their throats.

They were praying for the war gods, hoping that a miracle would happen and save the Creation Empire.

On the ruins that were cut open on the east side of the palace, Rashal just stood lightly on the highest point, looking at Hyacinthus coldly, as if receiving the signal of Hyacinthus' spiritual will.

"Hacintos, do you think you can still compete with me in your current state?"

Before Rashael finished speaking, the black-red magic flow condensed in his palm again, and the light twisted around him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the beam of light erupted from Rashaer's palm and headed straight for Hyacintos.

Wherever the beam passed, the ground cracked, the air twisted, and everything was turned into powder under the terrifying ninth-level magic power.

"I'm the only one who can stop you."

Hyacintos's eyes were unusually calm, and the sword in his hand erupted with silvery light. He poured all his strength and will into this sword.

The sword energy surrounded him like arcs of electricity, and the atmosphere erupted with a thunderous sound under the impact of the sword energy. The entire palace boundary trembled under this power.

Two energies collided in mid-air, black and red intertwined with blue and white, like two angry dragons fighting in the sky.

They bite, entangle, and stir up violent energy storms.

In the night sky shrouded by the blood moon, thunder and lightning flashed in the clouds, illuminating the entire city of Brilda.

This collision seemed like gods fighting for the fate of this world.

Under this terrifying impact, both Hyacintos and Rashaer took a few steps back.

Blood gushed from the wounds on their bodies.

But Rashael quickly recovered, and Hyacintos vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his breath became half weak again.

The two rushed towards each other again and collided head-on in mid-air.

The sharp claws struck the sword blade, causing an earth-shaking roar and destructive thunder.

They fought on the ruins of the palace, shuttled between the collapsed buildings, and their speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye. They could only see an afterimage and the impact of constant air waves.

"Look at you, Hyacinthus, your human body is really useless, but I have infinite life."

Rashal continued to taunt Hyacintos between battles, trying to shake his will.

But Hyacinthus just smiled, and even as blood flowed from his brow, his smile remained firm.

"Rashar, you will never understand the glory of being a military god."

His voice was weak and full of strength,

"Even if I die here, as long as I can protect the empire and the common people, my life will have meaning."

Hyacinthus held a long sword in his hand, and the sword was shining with the brilliance of the Gods. The moment he swung it down, it left thousands of dazzling light marks.

The sword's light was like lightning, invincible, and blasted away Rashar.

Hyacintos's sword energy was like substance, splitting through Rashal's dark barrier, leaving wounds on Rashal's body that were deep enough to show the bones.

Blood spurted out from Rashal's chest, but was quickly swallowed up by the dark energy and turned into a thicker blood mist.

"Fool."

Rashal's attack was merciless, and his blood was like a pitch-black spear, stabbing Emperor Saint Bardo behind La Hacintos who was protected by a sword formation.

Hyacintos had to use all his strength to resist, using his body as a shield to protect Emperor Saint Bardo behind him.

This time's resistance made Hyacintos' wounds more serious, and blood flowed from his body like a fountain.

He was seriously injured and had to be distracted from protecting Emperor Saint Bardo. Under Rashaer's offensive, his moves became slower and slower, and there were more and more flaws.

"You are still stubborn even when you are about to die. If you give up that emperor who is holding you back, maybe you can still deal with me some more."

Rashal was surrounded by a black-red energy vortex, and every time he periodically released spiritual magic, residents within a radius of several kilometers felt unable to breathe and suffered emotional collapse.

The battle between Hyacinthus and Rashar almost affected the entire city of Brilda.

The other military gods who were originally fighting in the distance were also overturned by the collision and had to retreat further away to avoid being affected by this battle of gods.

After all, Rashal is a ninth-level powerhouse.

What's more, Hyacintos had to distract himself from protecting Emperor Saint Bardo behind him, which inevitably exposed his flaws in the battle.

"It's time to finish."

Rashal seized the opportunity, and his dark red blood surged toward Hyacintos and Emperor Saint Bardo behind him like a tide, wanting to completely devour Hyacintos.

But Emperor Saint Bardo, the once aloof ruler of the empire, revealed his cowardly and cowardly nature at the critical moment of life and death.

He hid behind Hyacinthus, trembling, his eyes full of fear.

As if that was his last straw.

Even if his existence became a burden to Hyacinthus, he did not care.

Rashal saw this and sneered again and again.

People who saw this scene from afar were all emotionally affected by Hyacintos.

They cheered for this heroic military god.

At the same time, they were also angry and disappointed with the behavior of Emperor Saint Baldo at the critical moment of life and death.

The once great emperor has now become a coward who is holding him back!

"Ha ha."

Hyacintos actually looked back at this moment and smiled with relief.

That seemed to be the determination to protect Emperor Saint Baldo to the end.

But at this moment, Emperor Saint Bardo seemed to feel that for some reason, he actually felt trembling because of Hyacintos's eyes, because this look was exactly the same as when the ancestor of the blood clan looked at him before.

Not long after, Hyacintos' aura was significantly weakening, sword light and blood intertwined in the air, the earth trembled under their power, and the air burned under their impact.

In everyone's horrified eyes.

Hyacintos' sword was shattered by Rashar's dark energy.

He fell to his knees heavily, blood pouring from his mouth and staining his chin red.

His body was shaking, his breathing became weak, and his life force was draining rapidly.

Hyacintos was defeated as expected.

Rashal also suffered a lot of injuries. His body was covered with sword wounds, and dark energy overflowed from the wounds and hovered in the air.

But he is the winner after all, and he is a high-ranking vampire with immortality at night.

"Look, Emperor Saint Bardo, your most loyal knight, was defeated by me again. What else can stop me in your country?"

Rashal slowly walked towards Emperor Saint Bardo who was slumped on the ground, with a smile on his face.

"No... no... Hyacinthus, get up!"

Emperor Saint Bardo's eyes widened. He wanted to run away, but his legs were as heavy as lead.

He could only watch as Rashael approached, and death approached step by step.

His begging and begging for mercy could only be exchanged for Rashaer's sneer.

"Emperor, do you remember the Holbein family? Their family had an eldest son who was nine years old twenty years ago. He should have been killed along with the family in the catastrophe that you led that day..."

Rashal asked in a tone that only Emperor Saint Bardo could hear.

At this moment, his tone became exactly the same as Hyacintos' usual.

"you……!"

A terrifying conjecture emerged in Emperor Saint Bardo's mind, which was almost unable to move, causing a chill to instantly pass through his limbs.

The next moment, Rashal's hand pierced the chest of Emperor Saint Bardo.

His fingers were like pincers, crushing the heart of Saint Baldo.

Blood spurted out, and Emperor Saint Bardo let out a shrill scream, and then slowly and forever fell silent.

His eyes were still huge, and his face was always filled with an expression of fear that transcended death.

All the people who witnessed this scene screamed in fear.

Even their strongest first army god Hyacintos was once again defeated by the ancestor of the blood clan, and the emperor was killed in front of all of them.

And the ancestor of the blood race still controls so many military gods, the empire has no hope.

Despair swept the entire country like a tide.

People fell to their knees, weeping, terrified of their impending tragic fate.

"Hycintos."

"Hacintos, get up quickly!"

They could only shout Hyacinthus's name together.

Perhaps Hyacintos, who is not completely dead yet, is their only hope.

I hope he can stand up again and fight with this unrivaled ancestor of the blood race.

At this moment, the lifeless eyes of Hecintos, who was about to die, slowly opened.

He lay on the ground, his fingertips trembling.

As if inspired by a mysterious force.

He suddenly got up in a panic, and rushed towards the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros that was inserted into the ruins as if he was using his last strength to fight to the death.

The whole meaning of his life depended on this sword.

Everyone was stunned, including Lachar.

"Stupid move, Hecintos."

Lachar was not afraid, but laughed.

Not only the Cretans, but also he knew that only those with royal blood could be recognized by the founding royal heroes of Seros and use the power of this sword.

And the rest of the people, if they wanted to conquer this sword by force, would only destroy themselves.

Now the behavior of Hecintos, who was so weak, touching the sword was no different from committing suicide.

The blood and energy condensed in Lachar's hand again, forming a dark spear.

He aimed at Hecintos' back and threw the fatal blow in an instant, sending Hecintos to his death.

The residents of Brillda didn't dare to watch.

Because they knew what the ending would be.

If they rashly tried to forcefully grasp the sword, they would only be burned to death.

Even if there was indeed an illusionary shadow just now, like this sword was calling Hecintos, and he imagined that Hecintos could break the rules and pick up the sword, it was just a fairy-tale miracle.

Unrealistic hopes will soon be shattered.

But.

The next moment, a miracle happened.

When Hecintos' hand grasped the hilt of the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros, the blazing light instantly filled the entire palace ruins and even illuminated the night sky of Brillda.

The light was holy and bright, as if the blazing light was rising again in this dark night.

All the people of Brillda, even the people of the Cremon Empire thousands of kilometers away, didn't dare to believe their eyes.

The Sword of Heroic Spirits of Seros actually recognized Hecintos, the guardian of the empire without royal blood.

At this critical and desperate moment, the heroes of Seros gave Hecintos the qualification to use this sacred power to save the country.

Behind Hecintos, countless shadows of heroes began to emerge.

They surrounded Hecintos and generously infused their power into this brave warrior.

Hecintos' dying body began to regain some strength, and when the Cretans saw this scene of him being recognized by the sword, the heroic poem had been written, and the power of faith of the entire empire was surging towards him!

At this moment, people woke up from a dream, and cheers swept across Brillda and the entire Cretan Empire like a tide.

"Hesintos! The patron saint of the Cremon Empire!"

"You are the true chosen emperor!"

"Even the heroic spirit of Seros has recognized you!"

The voices of the imperial people turned into the power of faith, condensing on Hesintos, making him seem to be cocooned by an invisible halo until he transformed.

Lachar finally showed a horrified expression at this moment.

He looked at his dark spear in disbelief, and was shattered by Hesintos the moment he touched Hesintos.

This once dying first military god now exudes a breath far more powerful than himself.

Not only did Hesintos get the sword, but it was also a sign that he was about to break through the ninth level!

Countless powers of faith poured into Hesintos' body, making his power climb to an unprecedented height.

His body emitted a dazzling azure luster, and every inch of his skin exuded the breath of the realm of the gods. The sword in his hand burst out with a scorching glow, turning into a scorching sun in the sky, piercing the eternal night.

That light was going to burn all the darkness in the world.

"This is impossible! This is unreasonable! Goddess of Destiny, you are unfair!"

Lachar's voice was trembling, and his face was twisted with anger.

The blood-colored magic was swirling around him, but it seemed so insignificant in front of Hecintos's sword energy.

Hecintos stood up slowly.

"Lachar, don't always blame the gods."

Hecintos' voice was as loud as a bell, suppressing the smile on his lips.

He raised the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lachar's heart.

The inscription on the sword flashed with dazzling light. It was the ancient Cyros language, telling the heroic song of heroes.

"With my blood, I forge the shield of the empire, with my soul, I open the gate of dawn, heroes, fight with me."

As Hecintos chanted the curse engraved in ancient Cyros on the sword, the sword that was gently swung open burst into unprecedented light.

The power of the imperial heroes, accompanied by the silver light of the Age of Gods, roared towards Lachar.

Lachar barely summoned a dark barrier to try to block the fatal blow.

But under the sword of Hecintos, Lachar's magic barrier was as fragile as paper in front of the sword energy and was shattered in an instant.

The sword energy passed through Lachar's body, and scars that could be seen on his body were burst.

The gushing blood of the ancestors quickly evaporated in the sword energy.

Lachar let out a shrill scream, as if he was in a meat grinder, being cut, chopped and burned by the sword energy.

"No, don't!"

Lachar's voice was distorted by pain.

Even though he was an immortal vampire, he could not fully recover from Hecintos's terrifying slash!

Lachar, who was completely unable to resist, struggled to fight back with all his strength, and his blood energy turned into sharp blades and claws, attacking Hecintos violently.

However, none of this could touch Hyacintos in the slightest.

Hyacintos' momentum reached its peak, and there were even faint signs of briefly surpassing the ninth level.

He was surrounded by the silvery air of the Gods.

Under such pressure, Rashal could no longer resist. His magic shield was completely crushed. Even if he tried his best, he could not leave a single scratch on Hyacintos' body.

A storm of pure sword energy erupted around Rashal, wiping out his body. Rashal let out a shrill scream, and his body fell apart in the light.

Even the other war gods did not dare to approach Hyacintos's sword energy easily.

They could only watch from a distance, even swallowing lightly.

Hyacintos finally broke through at this critical moment and reached the ninth level.

And they actually witnessed the birth of a powerful person in the realm of ninth-level gods.

Hyacintos, who was originally the strongest at the eighth level, now holds the Divine Sword and has successfully reached the ninth level. They can't imagine how strong Hyacintos is.

The sword energy twisted Rashal in and swallowed him completely.

Rashal let out a shrill scream, the voice full of despair and unwillingness.

But soon, the sound disappeared and turned into a pool of squirming blood and mud.

Hyacinthus stood atop the ruins, the divine sword shining in his hand.

Behind him, the shadows of the heroic spirits gradually disappeared, but their strength and will seemed to be integrated into Hyacintos' body.

Rashal's ninth-level magic power also tended to dissipate at this moment.

The world returned to tranquility, and the dark haze dispersed.

The aftermath of the battle also affected other controlled war gods.

They woke up from a dream in the air waves, covering their foreheads in pain, with shock and confusion on their faces.

The other sober military gods quickly stopped and distanced themselves from the berserk military gods just now.

After a long time.

"What's wrong with me?"

Jasper the Emerald, the Fourth Army God, covered his forehead with only residual impressions in his mind.

"We were probably controlled just now. It was Hyacintos who saved us."

The Fifth Army God, Mica Road, Gayed, shook his head vigorously, injected a dose of medicine into his arm, and was the first to calm down.

Recalling the memory just now, he roughly figured out the cause and effect of everything.

"It was Hyacintos... who defeated the ancestor of the blood clan."

"We encountered this ancestor of the blood clan before, and then... he planted the seeds of mind control, which caused a catastrophe. I'm really sorry!"

"All of this is thanks to Hyacintos. It was he who defeated the Vampires and saved the Creation Empire."

After the other military gods who were also controlled regained their consciousness and looked at the scene in the center of the square for a while, everything became clear.

"Simon Luo, join me in sealing the vampire clan."

The third god of war, Sardonyx Gyat, was the first to react. He immediately called on the eleventh god of war, Emerald Simon Lo, to seal the remains of Rashal.

They didn't know if Hyacinthus still had the strength to fight again. Hyacinthus seemed to be too seriously injured, and the ancestor of the blood clan who was beaten back to the blood mud by him was not dead. If given time, he would recover. Come here, and now is the best time to seal the ancestor of the blood clan.

"no problem."

Simonro walked to the opposite side of Rashaer's blood mud in tacit understanding. The magic circle spread out at the feet of him and Geyat, and in the center of it, Rashaer's remains were attracted by the light and slowly floated into the air.

As Gejat's spell was cast, crystal clear liquid agate appeared in the center of the magic circle. It continued to fit and twist, and Rashal's remains were sealed in it.

"Great, I finally subdued him."

Ge Yat breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The other military gods also showed expressions of relief.

But at this moment, after seeing all this done, Hyacinthus finally couldn't hold on anymore, his eyes returned to their usual looseness, and he fell to the ground.

The distinct sound of Hyacinthus falling to the ground was heard.

The other military gods rushed forward and carefully lifted him up, while Lugayed treated the unconscious Hyacintos.

"After Hyacintos reached the ninth level, he recovered quickly and there was no danger."

Luke Jedd preached to the other war gods.

"...Then the question now is, we have lost Emperor Saint Baldo and are still at war with the kingdom's coalition forces. What should we do?"

The second god of war, Saron, remained silent for a moment, then bluntly stated their biggest dilemma.

"There is a real need for a leader."

The Fourth Army God Jasper closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking about it.

At present, this is the remnant of the Creation Empire. Emperor Saint Bardo has been killed and the empire has lost its leader. After today's incident, people should be disgusted with Emperor Saint Bardo's ugliness and incompetence to the extreme.

At the time of war, the Creation Empire cannot live without a spiritual leader.

Next, who should lead the Creation Empire also became a question.

The ten military gods present are now the highest integrators of power and force in the Creation Empire. If the new emperor wants to take office in this turbulent time, he almost has to consider their weight of voice.

What's more, their current leader has become the only ninth-level human powerhouse in the southern continent today.

"but……"

As he spoke, Jasper looked at Hyacintos, who was being treated. He had completely lost consciousness, but even so, the divine sword still shined with brilliance because he was beside him.

"Is it really suitable for Hyacinthus to be the emperor? According to orthodoxy, the heirs of Emperor Saint Baldo should succeed..."

Simonro, as a priest, was quite conservative by nature, and he understood what Jasper meant.

Even the Sword of God recognized Hecintos, so Hecintos was, to some extent, the orthodox choice.

"Even if the people and us don't support him, he is the most powerful one, not to mention that the people's hearts and minds must let Hecintos succeed to the throne. Let's wait and see what he thinks when he wakes up."

Geyat preached to them.

"Indeed, I can't think of anyone who can be his opponent now. He can do whatever he wants. Why should we worry about it."

Blood Jade Philip looked at Hecintos's state and shook his head jokingly. He had a clear perception of strength and weakness.

Even if Hecintos wanted to conquer the empire by force, Philip believed that no one could stop Hecintos, a ninth-level Hecintos.

At least no one among the living, and no one among the dead... forget it, maybe no one.

The smoke of the war dissipated, and the Cremorne Memorial Square was deserted.

The bloody moonlight that originally enveloped the sky had not dissipated, but was stained with a layer of purple as the night deepened. The color was dim and unclear, illuminating the craftsman's words engraved on the wall of the Saint Astrid Palace.

The once glorious palace is now only a broken wall, and only the wind is blowing on the broken throne, making a desolate whimper.

The ten military gods stood in front of the ruins, with mixed feelings and confused eyes. The first generation of military gods behind them had cracks on their faces.

They were the most powerful guardians of the Kreiwen Empire and the mainstay of the empire.

But in the turmoil tonight, they became the biggest hidden danger. Not only did they not notice the existence of the blood clan, but they were even controlled by the blood clan. If it were not for Hecintus, they might even become the culprit of the empire's demise.

In any case, the military gods on the ruins knew that after the sun rose tomorrow, the Kreiwen Empire would completely change.