"The so-called battle is just a ritual. In this ritual, the winner gets the supreme glory, while the loser can only wash away the shame with blood."

"Fuji" continent, Night Sakura City.

In a Japanese-style dry landscape garden, a handsome man wearing a bright red jinbei is standing on the white sandstone, speaking softly. Although his voice is low, the Santou Princess kneeling on the tatami is

But he listened very carefully.

"In the ceremony, the status of both parties is equal. At this time, the sword should be waved in a sacred posture. Confused breathing and trembling hands and feet are the symptoms of inferior people and are taboo in the ceremony. Such enemies

It will only hinder the ceremony. If you encounter him, you don't need to respect him. Execute him as soon as possible." He said these profound and difficult words in a narcissistic manner. The handsome man walked around casually, holding a samurai sword in his hand. But the way he held the sword was

But it was almost like holding a dog's tail grass. The long knife seemed to be released from his hand at any time and fell to the ground, making others anxious for him.

The ground in the courtyard is white sand like ripples, which is formed by carefully raking it with a small rake. It is rich in beauty, but also delicate and fragile. Once you step on it, it will leave blemish-like footprints. But strangely enough, this

The man stepped on wooden clogs, but did not destroy the composition of the sand and stones as he moved. His breathing was quite steady, every two seconds, every two seconds. If Yu Qingfeng were here, he would recognize him. He is the number one person in "Fuji", Fuso.

Swordsman Hanazuki Demon, ranked fifth in the world, is also the favorite master of Japanese female players (famous for his androgynous appearance). His hair is smooth and black, just like the protagonist in the shampoo advertisement, which can make girls

They were all extremely jealous; there were countless butterflies on his Jinbei, moon-white and pitch-black... He was like a flower god who came to the world surrounded by butterflies, and everyone who saw him was ashamed.

"Sir, due to strenuous exercise during the battle, breathing will definitely be confused. This is contradictory to what you said." Huayue Ringo asked. Her hair is also like the Huayue Demon, like a black waterfall, very beautiful.

"It's not contradictory." Hearing the question, Hanazuki Demon didn't get angry. He was still soft-spoken and extremely gentle. He was not a sissy, but he had a gentleness that was rare among Japanese men, so he spoke with ease.

It won't be whistling or cold. "For experts, breathing is only slightly faster during combat, and there is still a pattern to follow. 'Chaotic breathing' means that there is no pattern and no sense of rhythm in breathing.

.When fighting Yu Qingfeng, his breathing sounded calm and unhurried, like a melody full of beauty and harmony."

"Sir, the sound of breathing is the criterion for evaluating experts?"

"In a nutshell, that's it. Hero-level NPCs and great gods basically have their own breathing rhythm." Huayue Demon walked to the end of the courtyard and turned around without any smoke. The fine sand under his feet rippled, and then formed a new line.

There were waves in the water, and he was standing in the center of the new waves. At this time, he was incredibly beautiful, and his smile was like a spring breeze: "Now, come down and fight with me, forget our identities, just try your best to maintain your posture. If

Your gesture is too vulgar and vulgar..."

"That will hinder the ceremony." Huayue Ringo took over the words, carefully stood up and bowed, then took out the black and red cherry blossom fan, walked down the steps, and stood in the white sand. Her footbags and the white sand contrasted with each other, which was actually more beautiful.

Who is fairer? Or should I say, her calves are the fairest? The red mist mixed with the deathly air slowly spreads out from her body, filling the air with a dense, noisy atmosphere, just like cherry blossom pollen blown by the spring breeze, so

One is extremely shy.

"Excuse me for being rude, brother."

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"The war has begun."

Viscount Karl said this to his guest in Karl's big house in Doludivisli. The guest was the evening prayer, Pers, who was holding an orange and leaning on his chair thoughtfully.

Karl, who had lost his position as city lord, was radiant. Not only was his mustache trimmed neatly, but he also put white powder on his face (to make his face look pale). His hairstyle was a good way to modify his face and make him look pale.

Big and square shortcomings. He wore loose silk clothes with a round and low collar, and black trousers on his lower body. This look suited him very well. He held a gilt bird-head cane in his hand and placed it horizontally.

Knee, which made Perls look at him one more time. I don't know whether it was due to private conversation or the change of mentality after being dismissed. Karl became a little active and no longer liked to dwell.

"The military headquarters dispatched a total of 35,000 troops, and the remaining 30,000 were used to defend the capital. And the old guys in the military headquarters were quarreling over whether to send all the troops there. Please, this is the decision-making process.

It’s a battle to win or lose in Erquila. If the lack of troops leads to a disastrous defeat, it won’t help no matter how safe the capital is.”

After listening to this, Perls smiled and said: "You are an outsider, so of course you have a clear view, but those in power have to make such a decision due to various interest disputes. Put all your troops on it, leaving multiple routes untouched."

Divis city defense is empty, how can the major families agree with this? Maybe Astante will see the right opportunity and stab us in the back - Orquila, whose national power has been consumed by undead creatures, cannot defeat those

Sharpshooter."

"How can you win without fighting?" Karl shrugged: "So the aristocracy has become a cancer in Orquila, eroding the country's health every day. At this time, the only ones we can count on are adventurers, they don't have any

Not afraid of death, it is an endless army, much better than our soldiers."

"But the adventurers will not obey our commands at all." Pers added. He quietly took the orange behind him. The orange's skin slowly turned black.

"That's why Ringo Weni personally went into battle and commanded the army. He is also quite pitiful. He is almost retired because of his old age, and he has to be pushed out to support the scene. After all, except for Stitch, the younger generation of officers are all in the 'Doomsday Confrontation'

'If he died cleanly, there wouldn't be anyone available now. You see, nobles in the past would join the army in order to gain a knighthood or some other official position, but now they want to fight undead creatures, who can

Are you willing to go?"

"You are really very critical of the aristocracy." Perls casually threw the shriveled black orange under the table, leaned forward, and attracted Karl's full attention: "So, have you followed the advice I gave you?

"

"Of course. Mr. Perls, your suggestion is indeed brilliant." Karl sneered, ambition almost overflowing from his eyes: "Your Majesty and those old guys have received letters of recommendation. If nothing unexpected happens, my dear political opponent

They will take office within the next three days, and then wait to be ruined. Several of my friends are also very interested in the Twilight Cult, and I have arranged a banquet for you so that you can communicate more."

"Thank you. May God bless you." Pers nodded and put his hand on his chest.

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"Gothic" continent, an inconspicuous small city.

It was getting dark. A group of knights in silver armor rode horses and galloped down the road. The horses were all white horses with flowing manes and fat bodies. They were running quietly and nimblely, obviously they were passing by.

They had been trained together. And the knights' riding skills were also quite good. They did not make any special movements or give any commands. The horses kept the same pace, and even the sound of their hooves was not messy. Although they were dusty

, but they were not tired at all, and it was completely impossible to tell that they had been running around all day long.

"Enter the city and rest." The leading knight said, concisely.

Under the control of the knights, the horses all turned in one direction, slowed down, and moved towards the city gate. The guards at the city gate were about to stop the column of knights, but they immediately gave way to a way, for no other reason.

Just because they used the firelight on the city wall to see clearly the cross badge on the knight's chest - this is the Iron Hoof Knights, elite knights directly under the Holy See Trial Hall. Each member has advanced combat power or above. Of course, the strength is not that of the Iron Hoof.

The only reason why the Knights are revered, and more importantly, is that they have the power to designate someone as a heretic. No one wants to be regarded as a heretic and then be tortured and tortured in the Hall of Justice, so no one will offend the Knights of the Iron Heel.

As the knights passed the street corner silently, a knight suddenly said: "Captain."

"What's the matter?" It seemed that the leading knight didn't like to talk very much.

"The orphanage we just passed was invested and built by Bishop Pluto. This is evidence I just found last week. It can prove that he has sold indulgences privately and obtained a large amount of ill-gotten gains. Is a detailed investigation required?"

The leader replied: "Pluto is dead. There is no need to investigate anymore. His files will be sealed like this."

"yes!"

The knights remained silent again and disappeared at the end of the road. Only the sound of iron-like hoofbeats proved that they had been there.

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Osgilia, Western Wall.

Because the west city wall and the south city wall were both close to Osgilia, they withstood very heavy attacks. Even the city walls were lost several times.

[Blood Red Raid? Ghost Dance]!

Under the city wall, where Frankie's afterimage passed, screams were heard one after another! In terms of level difference, the injuries suffered by the living players were not fatal, but enough to cause a "crippling" state - by Frankie's Sharp Teeth

Wherever it goes, either the ankles or the wrists will greatly reduce the combat effectiveness of the living players! When the players took out the potions, they discovered that some low-grade potions were corroded by the death energy as soon as they were opened. Drinking them is equivalent to taking a poison!

【Landmine Trap】!

Frankie accidentally stepped on the mechanism set up by the alchemist, and was lifted up by the air wave. A big hole was blown out of its left front leg, and the white leg bones could be seen. But when it floated into the air, it was given to the player.

We have an opportunity - the cowboy throws the rope loop and activates [Binding]; the priest quickly seizes the time to chant, trying to cast [Purification Technique]; the archer draws his bow and shoots [Stun Arrow], and the magician shoots [Ice-Sealing Bullet],

The knight rushed forward [Shield Blow]... Frankie endured seven or eight skills in an instant, and one deep red damage flashed above his head, totaling seven hundred!

"Damn, this boss has so much health. He already has five thousand health, but in this ghost environment, he has to add another two thousand!" The knight put away his shield and murmured.

"Don't be dazed, the skill still has two seconds, hold on to the hatred!" The cowboy grabbed the rope loop with both hands and yelled at the knight. Although he won the skill judgment, it was based on the opponent's floating and strength.

On the basis of reduced attributes (because the feet cannot touch the ground, there is no place to exert force), I wonder if my hands, which are already blistered, can hold on for two more seconds.

Before he finished speaking, Frankie roared and broke the rope, his eyes turned red. The next moment, afterimages were dancing in all directions, causing a bloody storm. The pastor attracted the most hatred, and Frankie bit his whole neck.

Break, death returns to the city.

"The boss is going berserk! All remote professions retreat -" Before the cowboy could finish his words, his throat was bitten, and he followed the priest.
Chapter completed!