Lord Of All: I Have A Troop Editor

Just as Wu Wei was leading the army on the expedition, an emergency combat meeting was also taking place in the rebels' temporary military camp.

"Damn it! What's going on with Eric?! The royal capital that has already been captured is actually being killed by a group of guys who run out of nowhere!"

"I can't even kill all the people, leaving Isariel as a scourge!"

"What is going on with this so-called counterinsurgency army? Where did this Victor come from?"

"Queen? Regent? You really don't know how to live or die!"

Prince Boer, who had blond curly hair and was already somewhat old, was sitting in the main seat of the military tent. His boundless anger made him lose his manners and he kept yelling curses.

This made his subordinates dare not speak and could only remain silent.

Only a tall and thin man sitting at the top on the left didn't show off his face. Seeing that he kept saying meaningless angry words, he interrupted rudely:

"Prince Boer, it makes no sense to say this now. Please maintain the demeanor of a noble. You will not be able to lead your soldiers to complete your great cause.

"If it gets to this point and you still can't win this country, then we will have to consider changing our 340 cooperation partners."

There was a hint of threat in the tall and thin man's words. When Prince Bol heard his words, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he finally suppressed his emotions.

Because this man with an arrogant attitude represents the most powerful force in the entire kingdom alliance.

Not to mention that he didn't dare to offend, even the leader of a country didn't dare to scold him for his weakness.

Prince Boer even lowered his attitude and said to him: "Don't worry, the Kent envoy, he is just an ignorant guy. They have no idea who their opponent is!"

"With the support of your country, no matter whether it is that idiot Eric or some bullshit regent who occupies the royal capital, the final result will not change. The so-called counter-rebellion army is just a grasshopper. ."

The envoy from another country named Kent felt very comfortable. He held his head high and nodded contentedly and said: "If you are confident, I will feel relieved. I believe that Prince Boer will not disappoint us."

The high-ranking rebels present also nodded and agreed.

However, just as the atmosphere in the military tent gradually became harmonious, a discordant laugh sounded at an inappropriate time:

"Really? So this is how you view us, but I have a different view."

The atmosphere in the venue was stagnant, and someone immediately asked: "Who is it? Come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson flame suddenly appeared out of thin air in the open space in the center of the military account. The temperature suddenly rose by dozens of degrees, becoming even hotter than the scorching summer heat.

The rebel commanders quickly stood up and drew their swords, making defensive postures with solemn expressions, guarding against the raging fire.

They didn't wait long, and saw the flames suddenly disappear as they rose, revealing a handsome man with a smile.

This uninvited guest was dressed in military uniform and a dark cloak. He was holding a long sword that was gradually returning from red to black, just like holding a long sword that had just been pulled out of the stove, had just been formed and was cooling naturally. Like a sword.

Everyone's expressions became more and more ugly, not only because the camp of the army commander was invaded by an unknown enemy, but also because they felt an extremely terrifying aura from this enemy.

Even though he was just standing there, he was sweating all over, as if he was not facing a human being, but a burning sun.

Not to mention getting closer, it feels like just keeping this distance still, it may be dried out after a long time.

Of course this is just their illusion, but this momentum has proved how terrifying the other party is.

"Sacred Realm Powerhouse?! Who are you? Why are you here?"

Prince Boer's personal strength is stronger than that of Grand Duke Bluestone. He has the strength of a ninth-level knight without relying on the power of his mount, so he certainly has good vision. Moreover, the other party has no intention of concealing his own realm. Of course he can see that this is A mighty sword (cedd translation.

That's why he was so frightened that he asked questions without thinking.

The sword master who teleported to the rebel headquarters by unknown means did not seem to have any intention of concealing his identity. When he heard the question, he immediately introduced himself in a calm and elegant manner: "I am the regent of the Cornflower Kingdom Victor. Your Lord's chief swordsman, commander of the Long Night Guards, Xi Yan Sword Master Jon Hal!"

As he spoke, he raised his long sword, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Prince Boer, and said in a loud voice: "I came here this time on the order of His Highness the Regent to issue a final warning to you and other rebellious people!"

"My lord's anti-rebellion army has set off, and your doom is coming! If you don't declare your surrender and hand over your military power, you rebels will only die when the army arrives!"

“Don’t say you didn’t predict what you said!”

His tone was ups and downs, with a tone that was righteous and could not be blasphemed. Everyone present was so angry that they shouted and cursed:

"What did you say?!"

"Bastard, where do you think this is? Shut up!"

"I'll make sure you never come back today!"

...

As he said that, someone had already rushed over with a sword.

After all, at this point, who would choose to surrender?

Faced with the siege of everyone, Jon Hal closed his eyes and whispered:

"Sure enough, how can a group of stubborn people cherish the mercy of the Lord?"

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the long sword swept out, and the whole place was suddenly filled with the light of the eyes!

In the scorching light, only a mighty voice remained:

"The sin of a fool can only end with the sword!"

Sacred Swordsmanship: The Second Style of the Shining Sword: Star Tail Flame Style!

"boom!"

The entire military tent was engulfed and wiped out by the flames. The rebel commanders howled and were swept away with a sword, their whole bodies burning with flames, scattering out like splashing charcoal.

Everyone's injuries are the same, and everyone is injured but not dead.

At the center of the impact, Jon Hal slowly put away his sword and looked at the rebel generals on the ground as if he were looking at a group of dead people:

"Rejoice, my lord wants to defeat you openly, otherwise you would have died by my sword."

"Enjoy your last moments and repent!"

With that said, Jon Hal drew his sword again, swung it out of thin air, and his body flashed like a firework for a moment, and then disappeared.

This is the reason why he can easily enter the depths of the enemy without being discovered. He has the ability to teleport with the holy swordsmanship moves:

Shining Sword Style 1: Flashing Stars Die!

Watching the enemy disappear calmly, Prince Boer, who had just stood up and extinguished the flames on his body, looked at his subordinates on the ground and the camp that seemed to have been burned by fire. The expression of gritted teeth could not hide the fear in his eyes.

At this moment, he finally had deep doubts about himself:

Even with the secret help of the Azetalansi Kingdom, can I really defeat such a powerful enemy?