Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

There are many majestic palace buildings, and the dark masonry of the castle walls makes the palace not look spacious and bright, but rather like a quiet and deep forest.

"I'm sorry, Lord Krensur!..." The guard boldly ignored the obstruction of his colleagues and collided head-on with the cavalry that was approaching the palace with great momentum.

Normally, as a consul with a military background, Kerensul would have appreciated his actions, but now, she was only violent in her heart.

"Step over!" She shouted coldly, then started her horse and hit the cavalry blocking the road first.

Krensur's horse is much larger than the average mechanical horse, like a small elephant, but its body is as strong as a cheetah's.

Under its full impact, even though he was holding a sharp spear and a heavy shield, the guard was still flying up with equipment weighing dozens of kilograms all over his body.

His chest was trampled by a horse's hoof, and it collapsed on the spot. When it hit the neatly piled masonry pavement, a small pool of blood oozed out from underneath him.

The cavalry queue no longer hesitated and rode their horses across the half-dead body of the guard, roaring into the castle.

He was dying and his hands were groping unconsciously.

His colleagues looked sad, but no one came up to help him.

Everyone could see that he was hopeless.

Furthermore, this guy is usually too serious. This kind of seriousness and sobriety cannot survive in today's Guards.

He had survived everything in the past, but it's a pity that he still has it today.

He could no longer bear it and died in this man-made disaster, becoming an insignificant victim.

Palace, study.

Yuan Shang came to the study quietly and bowed to the figure in the black mist to say hello.

"Your Highness," he no longer looked cunning, but was rarely seen as trembling as if he were walking on thin ice.

"Abyss," the figure in the black mist said hoarsely, and turned around slowly. He was still in the thick black mist and couldn't see the man and woman clearly, and could only vaguely distinguish the human form.

"You did unnecessary things." There was no emotion or anger in his voice, but Fuchshang's face suddenly turned frightened, "I understand, but I think this move will be beneficial to your plan."

"Krensul does have what I need, and I will take action on her soon."

"With her secret, I will penetrate the core of the Elder Faction."

"I did say that, you still like to be smart, Fuchigami," the man still said quietly, but Fuchigami understood that he had been forgiven.

He couldn't help but snicker, "I am definitely your most loyal servant and the one who understands your thoughts best."

"Hmm!" Yuan Shang suddenly stood up from the ground, as if a hand that was not stuck was holding his throat. He was lifted from the ground, his feet were off the ground, and he was fluttering in the air. It looked very funny.

"Your Majesty," he said with difficulty, as if his voice was stuck in his throat.

He looked at the figure in the black mist with sincere eyes, and his arms were clasped towards the abyss from deep in the mist.

Fitsukami's painful cries failed to arouse his mercy. On the contrary, as the tiger's mouth exerted force, Fitsukami felt more and more deprived of oxygen.

However, even when death was imminent, Yuan Shang still did not inspire his instinctive flames. It was this that saved him. The figure in the black mist suddenly shook his arm.

Fuchshang's body was thrown away like a rag and hit hard on the closed solid wooden door.

"Thank you, Your Highness, cough, cough," he choked and coughed twice before slowly exhaling, "the grace of not killing."

"I won't kill you because you are still useful. Yushang, don't do stupid things again. There will be no next time!"

"Go away! I still have to make preparations to deal with Kerensul."

Yuan Shang didn't say much, smiled flatteringly, and left quickly.

The person in the black mist slowly fell on the chair, and the dense black mist around him slowly dissipated, gradually revealing his clear face.

She has short golden hair, bright eyes, a cold face, and a slender body wrapped in a white skirt under her slender neck.

If Shangshang Zhaoyue were here, she would be able to recognize her at a glance. She is the sister Ying who Sora has worked so hard to find.

Shangshang Zhaoyue was lucky enough to meet Ying after the Demon God War in the Wind Dragon Ruins. At that time, she did not show too much outstanding fighting ability.

Most of the fighting methods were to use lightsaber and other skills to stab, which was very powerful, but it did not cause any trouble to Shangshang Zhaoyue, who was already the White Emperor at the time.

However, the battle at that time did not actually count, because Shangshan Zhaoyue did not have any direct conflict of interest with her at that time, and she did not show her real trump card.

In contrast, Shangshan Zhaoyue did not use his power.

Just a simple mastery of demon-level elements forced Ying to retreat under normal circumstances.

But this does not mean that Ying is weak. Under normal circumstances, she can make Shang Zhaoyue use demon-level element control.

In that era when the Seven Gods did not appear and there were no more demon gods, it could be said to be a quite powerful force.

If a demon god attacks any country, as long as the demon god of that country escapes, it will definitely take less than a day to capture the entire territory.

The extremely castrated version of Osel can be excluded, as it has already lived in its weakest form.

Thousands of years of sealing, coupled with the fact that the seal was only temporarily released, caused its strength to decline significantly.

But even so, Ningguang's use of Qunyu Pavilion as his final trump card was of no avail.

Ying slowly put on the dark shawl, put on the dark crown, pulled out the sharp sword from her waist, and walked out of the study with vigorous steps as if she was about to go into battle.

On the other side, Kerensul is unstoppable. With the support of iron hoofs, no barrier in this palace that is strong on the outside but capable on the inside can stop her for a moment.

Under her short gray hair, her eyes were piercing, and her whole body was as tense as a female leopard out hunting. Her murderous look made people dare not look too closely at her.

Behind her were more than a dozen cavalrymen, all carrying majestic mechanical war horses.

The shiny metal skins of these horses are exposed, the sound of their hooves kicking is like thunder, and hot steam bursts out from the simulated nostrils.

The dozens of kilograms of iron armor worn by the knights were no burden to these horses. Their bodies were wrapped in steel, with only a pair of bright eyes exposed.

They regard Kerenthul as their faith and are willing to die for her.

The cavalry rushed to the main entrance of the castle hall and found that the dark door was wide open, like a deep portal leading to the abyss of hell.

Following Krensuer's signal, the cavalry stopped their horses in unison.

"Your Highness, do you want to rush in?" The knight who seemed to be the captain of the cavalry slowly rode up to Krensuer and asked cautiously.

"No, I'll go in by myself," Kerensul dismounted and handed the reins to him. "After all, this is the residence of the previous emperor. I don't want to be labeled as disrespectful to my ancestors."

Chapter 60: Ying