If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

The function of the mortal army was completely ineffective in this war of kings, and it could only increase chaos.

The Shield Guards were the first to face Aeolian.

If two orichalcum knights were to fight for life or death, the only possibility of death would be to die of exhaustion because there was no way to break the defense.

The evolution of war is the evolution of offense and defense.

But the Divine Sword of Glory can cut traces on the orichalcum plate armor, which is truly astonishing.

Only the Austrian Steel Shield can effectively resist that gorgeous sword light.

Therefore, the shield guards took the lead without hesitation. When the sword light of the divine sword struck the Austrian steel shield, only slight scratches remained.

At this time, a group of knights from the Holy See also came over on horseback, holding shining lances.

There are red ones, black ones, silver ones,

The three knights, with nearly a thousand people, formed three square formations and advanced step by step. The momentum was like a landslide and a tsunami, and it was extremely oppressive. It was the accumulation of the Holy See for hundreds of years. No one dared to face such an army.

"Believers, quickly kill this king who disobeys the gods!" they shouted.

The black irons were also shouting: "Loyalists! Destroy these rebels!!"

Use three colors against one color to fight each other!

The light in the sky suddenly dimmed, and the surrounding area was dark. Black iron armor absorbs all kinds of light and stores that energy inside the extraordinary metal, which can greatly extend the wearer's combat time.

The two sides were originally tens of meters apart, with Aeolian as the dividing line.

But with Aeolian's first sword swing, the buffer distance of tens of meters was overwhelmed by two powerful armies in the blink of an eye.

Their number was only close to a thousand or a few hundred, but when they charged, the ground trembled, as if thousands of troops were galloping!

The conflict between two steel torrents!

Furious Hedge!

War tramples!

"White Knight! Go to war!!"

The White Steel Princess shouted, holding up Bai Xi, the sword of the conqueror, dazzling and eye-catching, and now it has become the only source of light on this chaotic battlefield.

The morning light is like snow, and the white knight has arrived to save the people from the doomsday - this land is still singing the legend of more than a hundred years ago.

Units such as Storm Knights and Broken Archers also became active, and the two provided support in the outer circle.

"Axe Guards! Drink the secret medicine! Come with me today and never return!!" His Majesty Arman said boldly. A circle of mithril vials hung on his waist. There were twenty or thirty vials in total. Now there are only three bottles left. He once Xing drank the secret medicine in one gulp, and the outline of his whole body seemed to swell in a circle, and his thick beard seemed to explode. It was clearly the legendary berserker who had arrived.

The Ax Guards began to attack the left wing of the Holy See army. The berserkers who had drunk the secret medicine were unstoppable.

"Kill!!" The oak soldiers also began to go around and attack the right wing of the Holy See army.

The mortal believers along the way cannot stop them in the slightest.

In such a high-intensity and tragic war scene, the River Valley Army could only circle around on the outside. They could not fight in. They had to maintain a complete lineup. The battlefield was in chaos. They could only cover the vanguard group to rush in.

The knights of the Bechtes family and the Buck Knight were wandering further out.

Wave after wave of extraordinary armies that are usually invisible and out of reach of ordinary people all rushed into this battlefield, charging back and forth with each other, trampling this land into chaos!

The Black Castle Forbidden Soldiers held swords in both hands and violently split the Demon Hunter Knight, knocking the latter to the ground;

The knights of judgment attack Aeolian with lances;

The White Knight followed Iotasheena in the battlefield to hunt down the Broken Archer;

The knights of the storm flooded the knights of the stag like a torrent, and then hunted the knights of the Bechtes family;

Arman led the Ax Guards to forcibly disperse the silver Templar Knights, creating a gap. Nathan led the vanguard group to rush in. The war horses fell to the ground, and the tall vanguard captain waved;

The witch cast spells regardless of consumption under the cover of the River Valley Army. Sometimes she could see night falling, and sometimes she could see flames rising across the sky;

Fight and fight, kill and kill, one after another, risking life and death.

They are superb in martial arts and are brave enough to face ordinary mortals. However, in this cruel battlefield, they are just ordinary and ordinary members.

The array could no longer be formed. All the phalanxes collapsed. Thousands of people were fighting together. There were not many casualties, but it was more cruel than any war. Everyone was shouting, and they felt that there were enemies on all sides. .

The Holy See Knights' offensive against Aeolian continued unabated, consuming the latter's physical and energy.

The Shield Guards guarded the front, and the Judgment Knight attacked again and again, paying dozens or hundreds of casualties, but still could not shake the figure of the king.

Aeolian killed them with his own hands.

A crown of seven swords, a pair of fiery red armor, a crystal sword, and an immortal shield.

He was more dazzling than everyone else, walking on the battlefield like a god.

He trampled the earth and made it bleed.

The Imperial Guards of Black Castle tried to assist their king, but were held back by the chaotic battlefield situation and felt trapped in a quagmire. From the quagmire, they watched helplessly as the figure continued to fight forward without stopping, gradually disappearing among them. within the field of vision.

They tried to call him and asked him where he was going, but they got no answer. In the end, he really disappeared among the enemy troops.

…

Aeolian is going to cut down the banners of the gods and win this victory.

As long as the flag is cut down, the Black Iron Kingdom will live for another fifty years. he thought.

But he was tired, so tired.

The spirit of his ancestors inspired him to move forward.

‘Son of Ionus! Move forward bravely! ’

He likes martial arts competitions, but he rarely fights.

At this moment, he is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. The will of the previous king has fully revived in his body, and has also given him those ancient and efficient combat experiences.

He fought his way through half of the battlefield.

Passing by the crazy fighting Axe Guards, passing by the phalanx of the Valley Army, stepping over the fallen stag, appearing in the eyes of the Oak Elite Soldiers, and now arriving here again.

Finally, he came to a hundred meters away from the flag of the gods.

Under the holy flag, hundreds of hymn nuns looked at him quietly. They were lifelike, like the phantom of the netherworld in the human world.

They wore simple clothes and kept singing melodious and ethereal songs.

Those mighty divine powers pressed on him, like invisible hands squeezing him.

But he was wearing anti-counterfeiting armor, and his soul was also protected inside the armor.

That armor came from the dark lost age. It was said to be made by the gods. When it was cast, it was infused with a spell that could exempt him from negative states and the divine power of the hymn.

When the witches joined forces to attack the holy city, the alien witch was missing one of the two, and lacked the armor to counter it. Otherwise, the witch Lin might really have a 50% chance of killing the gods.

Now the three artifacts are united.

Iorion has withstood the heavy pressure.

The King of Black Iron said painfully: "I am the master of this land, and no one can suppress me!"

His soul felt full of fatigue, but he resolutely swung his sword to chop the void. It was like chopping a phantom, a ghost, an invisible thing.

From the perspective of the netherworld, he cut off the divine power and the phantoms of those nuns.

The faces of those hymn nuns turned pale on the spot, and some nuns sighed and then fainted.

Iorion came to the banner of the gods step by step.

The sea of ​​fatigue that surged from the depths of his soul drowned him.

The flagpole was thick and slender, extremely tall, and the flag was like a sacred brocade hanging from the sky, woven with the patterns of the thirty-three thrones.

The flag collapsed, the church withdrew its troops, and there was still a chance...

So, he swung his sword and chopped it down...

The action stopped abruptly...

All his strength was exhausted.

At the last moment of consciousness, he saw the shadow of the netherworld suddenly expand.

The boundless shadow that rose up, covered the earth, and drowned the stars was approaching him.

One after another, shadows emerged from the shadow, they had wings, tails, claws, and mouths spewing flames, flying towards him in groups...

But he didn't feel tired.

He couldn't feel anything.

...

The god-like figure stopped moving at some point.

Iolion didn't move.

The leader of the Knights of Judgment came over, holding a lance made of pure gold, and slowly approached to stab the side of the King of the End.

The King of Black Iron suddenly grabbed the tip of the golden lance and pulled the captain over. The latter was shocked and had no room for resistance. The King of Black Iron swung the sword and the high-ranking knight was immediately split in half.

After doing all this, the golden lance slipped from the King of Black Iron's hand.

He instinctively inserted the Glory Sword into the ground, and the hilt of the broadsword pressed against his chest. He seemed to sleep on the sword, like a monument of doom.

He stood alone on the battlefield.

The armor stood alone on the battlefield.

One minute passed...

Two minutes passed...

You can vaguely see fine powder and ash floating out of the gaps in the armor, floating more and more.

The wind swept the debris and scattered it on the vast land.

The Black Iron Crown slipped quietly and fell on the blood-stained land, and the metal crown was shattered.

The spell of Ionus was lifted.

The Church lost its last shackles.

The kings were silent.

Everyone stopped fighting.

It was not until a long time later that the three Black Iron Dukes, Fury, Oak, and Split Armor, stepped forward to take their family inheritance. They dismantled the god-like figure completely.

And there was nothing in the armor.

At this time, a cry of grief came from the battlefield.

"Your Majesty Alman!"

Everyone saw a group of remaining Axe Guards surrounding a fallen Berserker, who was the King of Iceland. He drank a lot of secret medicine to suppress his serious injuries, but now his injuries were backlashing and he could no longer hold on.

The fallen king wanted to say something, he raised his hand to the sky in the north, but he didn't say anything, and his hand fell heavily to the ground.

He had passed away suddenly.

Everyone knew that he was a trustworthy person. Ionos helped the first King of Iceland to establish the Kingdom of Iceland. Now that Black Iron was declining, he rushed here regardless of his own safety, remembering the alliance agreement made more than a hundred years ago.

The Axe Guards were sad and painful, and all of them shed tears.

Green dropped the heavy sword in his hand and stuck it diagonally into the ground. He looked in the direction pointed by the King of Iceland and saw some white elves floating in the gray sky.

His somewhat frivolous face was a little sad at the moment. He caught a cold snowflake with his fingertips, and it melted in an instant, cold and piercing.

"It's snowing." Green said.

This snow came earlier than in previous years.

But then, his narrow and beautiful eyes widened, and he vaguely saw some shadows from the clouds on the other side.

He was not the only witness.

Because the shadow was getting closer and clearer!

In the shocking eyes of everyone on the battlefield who couldn't believe it, those creatures came with the wings of a hurricane!

...

It was a race from the dark age, huge and evil.

The dragon has come. Bringing storms and flames, fear spreads silently.

And standing on the towering dragon's back is a woman, or a witch, and eight other dragons are suspended in the sky, manipulating air currents and flapping their wings.

Iotashina rides on a sacred horse, she is noble and speaks loudly: "This is the battlefield of the kings of the human race, this land is the land of the kings of the human race, we have never invited foreigners to come here, come and report your name!"

The witch said: "I am the son of Selin. Kassanla Perea, I inherited the Conqueror's Treasure in the distant land of Ego, and on behalf of His Majesty Ionos, I persuaded the dragons to fulfill their promise and come to help the Dark Iron King."

"My king is dead, you are one step late." The Dark Irons all said.

"That's a pity," she said, but everyone couldn't hear how sincere she was. Kassanla said again: "Since the Dark Iron King is dead, the Dark Iron Land should be in my hands. My subjects, I am your Dark Iron Queen."

This sentence angered Iotashina. She rushed over on horseback, angrily asking, "Where did you come from? How dare you call yourself a queen!"

The witch said, "I came back on a dragon, and they acknowledged that I am the successor of His Majesty Ionos. Princess, do you want to compete with me for the inheritance of the Black Iron Land?"

Princess White Steel said, "You are not worthy. If you dare to stand in front of me, I will cut off your tongue alive!"

The witch said, "But I am standing in the sky now."

The dragon under her feet spewed out a blazing flame, and Princess White Steel swung her sword to cut the flame, but the flame was fierce and continued to surge.

The divine horse she rode reacted very quickly, leaped three or four meters high, and fled, but the dragon flapped its wings and flew, chasing Princess White Steel. The raging fire burned the plain.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change.

Grand Duke Gale rode out, holding the Immortal Shield, blocking the dragon flames. Standing in front of Tashina, he said gloomily: "Witch? Dragons? I think you are tired of living!"

At this time, the Broken Archer and the Shocking Knight also rushed out.

The former drew his bow and arrow, and the latter threw sharp spears. Those sharp flying objects were so fast and terrifying that it was difficult to blow them away with the airflow of the dragon's wings.

Cassandra had to raise the altitude again with the dragons.

Cassandra said angrily: "I came to declare my sovereignty, and you dare to do this to me?!"

Princess White Steel said: "What sovereignty do you have? You have no bloodline and no legal basis. A piece of mud wants to get involved in the Black Iron Throne? Your trick is too bad, you don't even have the right to be a jester."

The witch sneered: "Okay! When my army and the dragons come to the Black Castle, I'll see if you can still be so stubborn!"

After she said that, she flew back to the north with the group of dragons.