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The biting cold wind beat against the crumbling walls of the slum, and the dilapidated wooden houses were full of holes. Heavy rain and cold wind entered the room unbridled, causing the flames in the firewood pile to sway and hiss. At this time, a man was

He knelt down on the floor of the building that had turned into mud and lowered his head towards a makeshift altar in the room.

His jet-black cloak was draped over his shoulders, and a large amount of rainwater poured down from the gaps in his arm armor. His steel hands were crossed to support the hilt of the sword, and the sword touched the ground with a gesture typical of a knight.

His eyes were still closed, the helmet was placed beside him, and his devout prayers were not over yet. He was not in a hurry to put it on. His face was lean and sharp, and his hair was meticulously arranged. The whole person looked like

A carefully polished sword, sharp and elegant.

The altar is very small. It has been carried along with him as a salute by the old King Kantu since his death. It is made of mahogany, and the lightning-like image of the divine power is carved on the surface that has been worn. To be honest,

This is really an extremely shabby altar. With his hard work in the army over the years, he is fully capable of replacing it with a new altar that is gold-plated or even entirely gold. However, he still continues to pray to the same altar for several years. Every day

I will pray every time I go on an expedition, it has never changed, and it will remain the same today.

"My master, the master of Canrabbit, His Majesty Gregory!"

He muttered silently, and the breath he exhaled raised a layer of mist in the cold air.

"I will always be loyal and will continue to be so. I will remember today that serving you has made me fearless of death, pain, and trials. I only admit to fearing one thing, and that is failing to complete what the Empire has given me.

Mission, bringing shame to the empire."

There was a whooshing sound outside the door, and carriages kept driving in outside the slum, and the stream was like running water. The poor people in the slum, who usually wore ragged clothes and had difficulty even having enough food and clothing, walked out in the heavy rain.

, in their eyes there is no longer the aura of weaklings who are willing to be slaughtered and insulted, but instead a group of warriors with sharp eyes, firm faces and determination to die.

They came to the carriage and untied the strong horses from the carriage. These horses, which were originally used to pull goods, immediately raised their heads after being untied and began to lick their former comrades beside them. They gently stroked them.

The horses even buried their heads in their manes, and they obeyed.

Once upon a time, they were the beloved imperial cavalry, and they worked with their partners to expand the territory of the empire. Now their partners have returned, and the burden on them has been lifted. Tonight, they will regain their glory!

The things on the carriage were opened, and there were sets of armors and various weapons, swords, spears, and even many magic guns. The two largest carriages had not been unloaded, and the ones carrying them were not single.

Instead of horses, they were four strong war horses. Its wheels were not simply made of wood but were inlaid with iron frames. Wherever they passed along the way, they would definitely draw deep ditches in the land. And there were placed

The other items are two powerful magic cannons. One shot can easily destroy a solid house made of pure stone.

"When I kill, in your name. When I face darkness, in your name. When my service ends, grant me the honor of proving my loyalty."

The rain fell even harder, and the horses outside the door began to neigh. The sound of falling rain was like a war drum hitting a soaked drumhead, stimulating the already thirsty hearts of the knights and their mounts.

"That's it."

"No one can question my dedication

, maybe no one will talk about me at all after my death, and even all my records and files will be burned, but I have fulfilled my loyalty, to His Majesty and to the Empire!"

The man opened his eyes, stood up straight, picked up the long sword and put it into the scabbard, pulled the lightning symbol off his breastplate, threw it into the flames and bowed deeply at it.

, tonight he is no longer the ever-victorious general of the empire, but a ghost without a home, hunting the ghosts of those who threaten the empire.

The wind slapped the simple walls, and the skirt armor was washed away by the cold rain. He touched the helmet beside him, grabbed it in his left hand, and walked towards the door.

Outside, they were waiting for him.

Virgil opened his eyes full of anger in the violent storm, and his beard looked wet and dirty in the rain. He was an alcoholic and irritable person, who lived with alcohol all day long, and could get angry at any trivial matter.

They asked him to beat the person half to death. But today he didn't drink a drop of wine. He usually wouldn't give in to anyone, but he knelt obediently in front of the door of a wooden house, letting the cold wind and cold rain blow on him.

Moved by it.

Mitchell knelt in the shadow of Fei Geer. He was a slightly frail man. He usually had eyes that looked frightened no matter who he saw. But at this moment, his posture was unprecedentedly savage.

, carrying a large and exaggerated scabbard on his back, and at this time, the huge and heavy long sword had been unsheathed, and was inserted into the ground of the slum, which was called a corridor but was actually a mud pit, and his glasses had already been thrown to an unknown place.

He was not short-sighted, just to cover up the ever-present ferocity between his brows. The steel plates they wore were simple, but extremely strong, like eagles hunting prey. Although their wings were not bright, they were

It has deadly claws.

Standing behind them were ordinary soldiers, holding weapons that stood high like a dense forest, half-kneeling silently in front of the simple wooden door.

As the door opened, they raised their weapons high and shouted out the name.

"Douglas!"

"Douglas!"

...

The soldiers were roaring, and the horses were scratching the earth and neighing. Douglas's name resounded in the sky. Some people who were not well-off and could only live close to the slums were awakened by the sound and huddled in the corner shivering. They could only curse inwardly that they had been unlucky these past few days.

After all, robberies and sieges continued one after another, and at this time, such an unknown figure appeared.

Douglas raised a hand, and the roaring stopped instantly. Everyone looked at their general with expectant eyes, hoping to hear an inspiring speech.

"Every one of you was once a very good warrior, and each of you can defeat many with one." He was silent for a while, and then continued to speak.

"But, that's useless! This is a completely different battle from the past. We are attacking the opponent's most elite troops in the opponent's base camp. Do you know what this means?"

"This means that we have no support, but they have a steady stream of support. It's like sinking in the sea, and the opponent is the sea over there. It's impossible for us to survive. Do you understand? Brat? So! Are you afraid?"

"Death is honorable!!!!" Looking at each soldier shouting these words hysterically, Douglas nodded with satisfaction. He came to his mount and sat on it.

"Gentlemen." He pointed forward, "Then let us set off."

"Sir! The west side of the battlefield is again

A new pair of opponents appeared, and they were rushing here quickly. There were probably several hundred in number, and there were more than a dozen cavalry among them."

A rose who was always observing her surroundings jumped onto a tall building and knelt down in front of Arvette.

"It's finally here?" She didn't dare to be surprised at what Rose said. Instead, she looked like she had been waiting for a long time. It was only natural that a new opponent would come. Arvette didn't believe him.

He would look down on himself so much and think he could defeat her just by relying on these gangsters.

This is simply impossible! A gangster of this strength only needs the police to deal with it. Not to mention Rose, they can't even defeat the ordinary police. The first group of cavalry are actually very strong, but they will definitely fight alone.

Death. Risking the price of death, there is only one possibility. They still have a backup plan, and all they can do is to sacrifice themselves to buy time for their trump card. And this is the time.

A team of several hundred people? There is no doubt that these several hundred people must be elites, and they are very different from those gangsters who can't even hold a gun.

"That should be their main force. Go ahead and crush those ants to death." Arvette waved her hand lightly, and the roses under her feet immediately climbed down from the tall building and conveyed Arvette's order to each team.

The attacks on the gangsters have become more intense. This is a matter of course. Soon the opponent's main force will come over. If these gangsters are not dealt with at this time, Rose's side will be faced with enemies from both sides. This is Asia's

What Ervite absolutely didn't want to see was that all the Roses gathered their strength and killed all the gangsters around them, leaving no one alive.

The bloody and brutal methods greatly damaged the morale of the gangsters. Kyle and Lin, who were favored by many as spiritual pillars among the gangsters, were now in a tough fight. It was already very difficult to just protect themselves, let alone the past.

Help. The number of roses around them is still increasing. Roses from other streets are arriving one after another. Some gangsters who are hopeless about victory begin to run away. Such a battle is impossible to win. These gangsters

Their thoughts were the most practical and stupidest. In Rose's hands, there were not only knives, but also many magic guns. The moment they left the bunker and prepared to escape, they could be regarded as handing over their gods to the gods.

Bang----!!

It sounds like the horn of death, and every time the gun is fired, one person is destined to die. Just like the god of death, no one can escape. Some people may be blinded by anger or simply crazy.

, they began to take the initiative to attack Rose, and the result was very obvious. These improvised soldiers were so vulnerable when facing those experienced Rose warriors, and they were naturally slaughtered.

Two pure.

In the end, there was only a small group of people left. They neither chose to escape nor take the initiative to attack. Of course, they also did not choose to stay in the position like most people. Staying in the position is just a slow death, waiting for the rose to come.

It was their time to die. They thought of another possibility besides these methods, and it was a very possible possibility to survive.

surrender!

Although it is surrender, ordinary surrender is not feasible. During the battle, this kind of surrender was not accepted by Rose. There were too many living examples. Those who ran out rashly would only be shot in the head with one shot, and they were not given anything at all.

If they want a chance to speak, they want to survive. Just surrendering is impossible. Appropriate "chips" must also be added. Just in time, they know where there are chips to win the rose.