In the Name of the Queen

When Marco's magic armor ability was suspended, the outcome of this battle was already determined.

Marco was indeed very powerful, but what really gave him confidence was the magic armor he accidentally obtained.

Without this magic equipment, he might not dare to fight Alina directly and try to win in defeat.

The magic armor made him successful, and he also made him fail.

After the properties of the magic equipment were temporarily deprived, his combat effectiveness returned to the proper level.

Roland did not rush to pounce on Marco to end his life.

A trapped beast still fights, and people like Marco cannot have no back-up plan at all.

He cast his eyes on Alina, silently asking about her situation.

Alina bit her lip and nodded with all her strength.

Just now, in order to get out of the battle, she also paid a heavy price. She was stabbed by Marco. Although the bleeding stopped temporarily, the piercing pain still made her tremble slightly.

Her combat effectiveness was not even one-third of her best state. In the next battle, she could only assist Roland at most.

After confirming that Alina was fine, Roland locked his eyes on Marco.

He could feel a mysterious power lingering around Marco.

The victory was already decided, and he didn't want to bear Marco's dying counterattack.

Roland gave Alina a look, and Alina understood and said coldly to Marco:

"Marco, you have no chance, you can still surrender now."

Marco didn't look back at Alina, and interrupted her directly.

"Can you let me go if I surrender now?"

Alina was speechless for a moment. The hatred between her and Marco could not be eliminated at all. Some promises were not believed by Marco, not to mention that Marco didn't believe them, she herself didn't believe them.

She didn't want to talk nonsense with Marco, but turned her eyes to Roland.

Stop talking nonsense, do it. Her meaning was very clear.

Roland nodded and raised the scepter.

"Marco, you have killed too many people, I am not qualified to forgive you on behalf of those who died in vain. You can go on your way."

Listening to Roland's words, Marco laughed wildly.

He sneered and roared: "You remnants of the old times will be swept into the garbage heap of history sooner or later, and history will give everyone a fair evaluation."

"Even if I go on the road, you will be buried with me!"

A relieved smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he was ready to take a few people with him before he died.

Just as he was about to take action, the voice of the soul deep in the magic armor sounded in Marco's mind.

"Marco, are you crazy? Why don't you accept the conditions? This is your last chance, stupid human, ah!"

Marco did not respond, and even wanted to sneer.

Selling souls in exchange for power? He is not a fool, how could he make a deal with the devil.

People who make deals with the devil will not be able to enter the underworld after death, and the water of the Styx will swallow the devil's mark deep in their souls.

The devil seems to have a clear price and is fair, but they will never tell you how much hidden price you have to pay.

Of course he desires power, but he is not making a deal with the devil.

This magic armor is a high-quality trophy, and it is likely to fall into the hands of Roland or Alina. Given the temperament of these two people, they will most likely accept the deal with the devil.

Thinking of this, Marco's lips were more cold and sneered.

He wanted to build a new world of freedom, not a new world where the devil came.

Even if everyone thought he was a cold-blooded devil, he would never agree to some deals.

His eyes were fixed on Roland, and he determined to take him with him.

It didn't matter whether Alina, a waste who relied on her father's reputation, died or not. He must take Roland with him.

As long as Roland died, greenhouse flowers like Alina would be swallowed up by the cruel chaos.

The same goes for the girl who stood beside Roland and manipulated magic.

Marco moved.

His figure was like a ghost, leaving a shadow in front of Roland.

This was the preview of the deal provided by the devil.

The preview alone was already quite tempting. Normal people couldn't resist this temptation, but Marco could.

Apart from liking to fight, he had almost no personal enjoyment, and he was not like other people in power who were addicted to the joy of power and wealth.

In the eyes of many people, he seemed to be a born madman, born to destroy.

Perhaps, he was indeed here to destroy.

What he wanted to destroy was the corrupt system that forced his entire family to death, and the countless feudal lords like Alina and Roland.

As long as the old world was destroyed, the new world would come.

It was not so important whether he did it himself.

The sharp blade came out, and the blade slashed towards Roland's neck like lightning.

No matter how Roland dodged and blocked, he could change his moves according to the situation. He only had one idea now, to take Roland with him.

If there was no Roland, Alina would not be able to stop him at all.

He could tell who the real enemy was.

Roland only saw a flash of a figure, and the sword light and shadow were already in front of him.

A chill came from his back, and he suddenly realized that this was Marco's strongest explosive power. He even had the illusion that the person Marco wanted to kill most was not Alina, but him.

Without time to think, Roland activated the Holy Blessing instantly.

The excellent defense of the Paladin was fully demonstrated in the golden light.

In a flash, Marco's fatal blow pierced Roland's Holy Blessing, but his last attack was also blocked.

Roland smashed the scepter without hesitation.

The simple heavy blow hit Marco's head accurately.

Two crisp sounds came almost at the same time.

Marco smashed Roland's defense, but couldn't go any further.

Roland smashed Marco's. He had no defense, only the top of his head.

Marco's absolute speed was gained by sacrificing defense, and he wanted to save his life.

He almost succeeded.

If his opponent was not Roland, but an ordinary rank seven who was not good at defense, he would have turned the tide of the battle.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Roland, and his last hope was also destroyed.

Marco's consciousness gradually blurred, and the last voice he left was gloomy and indifferent.

"I lost, and you don't want to win."

Leaving the last riddle, Marco's body fell softly.

Seeing this ruthless man who turned the whole Golden Kite upside down fall down, Roland still had some disbelief in his heart.

His heart was pounding wildly.

Marco's last attack far exceeded his expectations, and even pierced his divine protection head-on.

This is too abnormal.

According to Roland's estimation, Marco's strength was at most at the threshold of level seven.

His divine protection was very strong, and he could resist for a moment even when facing a level seven warrior, but Marco broke through it head-on.

If Marco really had this strength, he would have wiped them out long ago.

Roland's eyes wandered and fell on the magic armor on Marco's body.

The black armor still exuded a strange magic.

Lisa had just used special magic to temporarily invalidate all the magic armor, and now it was recovering.

Roland took a few steps, confirmed that Marco was dead, took off the armor, and prepared to take it back for research.

Now is not the time to think about this, what needs to be done now is to end the war.

Roland found a spear and lifted Marco's body high, and the sound echoed throughout the battlefield.

"Marco is dead, Marco is dead!"

As Roland roared, a melodious and sad song also sounded.

Not far away, Munina, who followed Roland ashore to fight, sang a new movement.

Her body was transformed by Norton and was very different from before. She could stay on shore for a long time with the help of a breathing device and did not need to rely on the water.

But singing on shore would double the energy consumption.

Roland did not let her take action before, hoping that her singing could turn the tide at a critical moment.

Marco's surprise attack came too quickly, and her singing was not used.

Perhaps she had witnessed too many deaths, perhaps she remembered the tragedy of the tribe being ambushed, perhaps she thought of the tribe being forced to stay away from the ocean, or perhaps she thought of a sister who changed her life. She was overwhelmed with emotions and accidentally sang the third movement.

The third movement of the ocean, sad.

This song fits this battlefield too well.

Marco's body made the surrounding Jinyuan soldiers a little confused.

Did the president really die in the battle?

They had no time to think, because their brains were immediately eroded by great sadness.

The power of the third movement is not in the sadness itself, but in the spread.

The singing will awaken the pain in people's hearts and make the listeners sing along involuntarily.

Inspired by Munina's singing, more and more soldiers remembered the tragedies that had happened over the past year, the innocent people who had died tragically, and the relatives and friends they had lost. They were filled with grief and could not help but hum along.

The third movement seemed to have a strange magic that infected everyone.

The eyes of those who heard the singing, which were originally stained with blood and hatred, gradually became clear.

The soldiers slowly put down their weapons, and the pistols that the officers had just pulled out also froze in the air.

The war was over.

The struggle between the upper elites had decided the winner, and they did not need to kill each other.

I don't know which soldier took the lead, and some people cried because of sadness.

The crying was more contagious than the singing.

Munina's singing was also crying.

The magnetic voice echoed over the battlefield.

Although her voice was extremely penetrating, it could only be transmitted less than a thousand meters, and the crying gradually spread to the entire front line with the response of the soldiers.

The people who had just been shooting at each other with muskets and stabbing each other with bayonets were now staring at each other blankly.

Soon, the weapons were thrown to the ground, and the soldiers cried bitterly.

They seemed to be in a nightmare that they could never wake up from, and now they were finally awakened.

"Marco is dead!"

This sentence echoed over the battlefield.

Although some people wanted to maintain order and continue the war in a rage, it was useless.

More people were tired of the war, they had had enough. The blood of the Golden Kite people was too much, it was time to stop.

In the center of the battlefield, Alina stayed in place like a statue, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

She could finally open her eyes from the suffocating nightmare and take a breath.

She rushed up like a madman, holding a sharp sword in her hand, and stabbed it into Marco's heart fiercely.

She kept pulling out her sword and stabbing it again, as if venting her anger.

Roland did not persuade her.

If he had gone through this, Marco would have died without a complete body.

Alina finally vented her anger, she slowly raised her head, her white face was covered with blood, and she looked a little more hideous.

Lisa, who was standing next to Roland, sighed softly and said nothing.

Her parents died of illness, and although she felt regretful, she was more sad.

Alina's father was healthy and well-off, and should have had a long life, but he died with regrets because of Marco's backstab.

She understood Alina and supported her.

Just as Lisa was feeling disappointed, Alina, who had vented her anger, rushed over crying.

She rushed towards Roland fiercely.

She needed a broad arm so that she could cry freely.

When she threw herself into his arms and opened her blurry eyes, she was shocked to find that Lisa had replaced Roland's position.

She actually threw herself into Lisa's arms.

Before Alina could speak, Lisa's gentle voice had already sounded in her ears.

"Alina, I know you want to cry, but not now. So many people are watching you."

Alina was stunned for a few seconds, sobbing and whimpering softly: "I know, thank you."

Seeing that Alina finally did not throw herself into Roland's arms, Lisa finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What a psychopath, how could she throw herself into a man's arms in broad daylight.

Even if she didn't care, well, she cared a little.

In short, Queen Sylph couldn't bear to see this.

She really cared for Alina.

She could swear.