There are always many surprises in war. At this moment, Squall faced an unexpected surprise that made him angry and funny: Grande refused to fight.

Although Grande is already a super-level monster, he still retains the nature of a ghoul in a morbid way - he only eats corpses and will feel nauseated and vomiting when he sees blood and wounds. In this way, how can he fight! He cowers.

He crawled forward on the ground and was careful not to step on the enemy. Squall was so angry that he cursed wildly. After the curse, the situation got worse. Grande ran away crying and refused to get close to the monster with only one arm.

Uncle.

After confirming that this stupid big guy was no threat, Free First Class stabbed down with a long halberd and wanted to amputate Frankie. He groaned and stopped him quickly. The two masters had fought for so many days and had a deep understanding of each other's skills. They wanted to separate.

It is really not easy to win or lose. But it doesn't matter anymore. Franji's combat power has declined, Grande is crying again, and it is unjustifiable for the living players if they can no longer gain the upper hand. The undead creatures are defeated again.

The two sides separated with a tacit understanding and returned to their camps. In this battle, the undead creatures suffered more losses.

"Aha~~~Damn trigger, let's see if you dare to shoot next time..."

Wuyi groaned and landed lightly, walking towards Squall. Although he was smiling, anyone who saw this smile would know that he was angry. If he was not angry, you could not reasonably explain why he was holding the top hat in his left hand.

, grabbed the cane with his right hand and stabbed it hard into the hat, splattering blood all over his sleeves. When he made a big move, a few feathers would fly from the hat.

"What did you stab?" Squall asked curiously.

"You really want to know?" he said with a smile, his eyes as cold as the lights at an ice sculpture exhibition, no matter how they are refracted, reflected, or filtered, there is an unbearable chill.

"As I didn't say...Mr. Thaumatologist, I want to ask you to do one thing! Let it snow heavily, the bigger the better!" Squall said confidently: "As long as you can make it snow, I can deceive Baitou.

eagle!"

"Imitate the weather mage? You have found the right person. Looking at the whole 'gospel', I am the only one who can replace the clouds and rain, hahaha! If you can deceive the bald eagle, it will be more meaningful!

"

After listening to Squall's request, the coldness in Wuyi Moan's eyes subsided and turned into the exaggerated expression unique to a Broadway actor. He flicked his top hat, causing it to spin and fly away into the distance. I don't know if it was because of the air current or because of it.

Because of something else, the top hat soared up and disappeared into the clouds. After a while, the clouds became bigger and bigger, and the color became darker and darker. It seemed to have turned into a huge broken salt bag, because the snow and hail were like salt.

The strong wind blew down and poured onto the camp of the living players! In just a blink of an eye, the camp was covered with a layer of dry white!

[Gem Roulette]——Water, ice, and wind compound magic, [Ice Storm]!

"How is it? It's terrible, isn't it?"

"It's really awesome. Please let this snow fall to Dolu Divis." Squall looked at the scattered white, as if he was confident.

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"Gothic" continent, Saint-Brie Cathedral, Cardinal's Office.

In a small conference room, there is a small round table with several reports on the table. Three archbishops in red robes are sitting on the edge of the round table in a triangle, and a faint holy light shines from it.

They emanate from their bodies, sometimes transforming into birds, sometimes into flowers, and sometimes into little angels. There is no doubt that they are all high-ranking people in the Holy See and are the backbone that determines the survival of the Holy See.

"Even Jonny has encountered great resistance. The undead king of the 'Gospel' cannot be underestimated. The dangerous seedlings... have already grown up." An archbishop knocked the chess piece on the table with a bad tone. The chess piece was "Knight"

.

"Yes." The other archbishop replied. His hand, which was softer and whiter than that of a woman, stretched out as if he wanted to pick up the chess piece, but hesitated and then retracted it.

"M, we really should deal with him."

"Is it useful? The New World Tree has grown, and Dever Bree has a destined connection with him. June Sunshine can no longer be stopped. Not just him, every new generation of the Undead King is growing at an alarming rate.

As they grow, they have powerful guardians behind them."

"We can only watch helplessly?"

"Light and darkness have always maintained a balance. Blind suppression may not be a good thing."

"Balance?" The other party sneered: "Yes, light and darkness are balanced. That is because the despicable people who represent darkness continue to work hard, so that balance can be achieved. We are not gods. We should clean up the world strictly in accordance with the teachings.

It’s not like you say some pretentious words.”

"n, actually we don't need to send additional manpower. Bishop Justice Dance has already spread faith in the 'gospel' and gradually destroyed the foundation of the cult." The third archbishop said.

"Is that so..." The archbishop, known as "n", reached out and rummaged through the chess set, but couldn't find the corresponding chess piece. He sighed: "The chess piece outside the chessboard."

"No, this world is a chessboard where light and darkness play, and no one can stay out of it." The archbishop known as "M" said.

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In the territory of Orquila, conflict is about to break out.

The frequent good news coming from the front line made many commanders of the joint army very uneasy. The orders they received were not to allow the Astante people to get all the military merits. However, the adventurers and golem troops led by the Bald Eagle were not considered the Astante people.

What? If you were thinking about it as a demon, you might be confused, but the soldiers would not be embarrassed. They blew the bugle, formed a strict marching formation, and wanted to move forward. But at this moment

, the number of archers on the walls of Doludivis suddenly increased, shrouding the combined army within the range of [Arrow Rain].

"Marshal Scott, please come out and explain, what does your country mean? We are friendly forces, and you actually want to stop us?" a general roared loudly. His roar was "coercive" and his voice could be heard four or five miles away.

outside.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, a general from Seruvega laughed and said disdainfully: "Scott, will you just hide far away? Cowards!" The archer's fighting style has always been criticized by Seruvega.

It is well known that people look down on them. The soldiers of Seruvega also laughed, which was quite disrespectful, but no one paid attention to it.

A man in a coat came to the wall and put one hand on the wall brick. His small movement brought endless pressure, like a king of beasts overlooking the earth. His eyes were quite

Strangely, those who are targeted will have weak legs and sore bladders, so the laughter of the Seruvega people gradually stops, as if they are being strangled. He is Scott Sammas, Astante Army

The commander-in-chief. Two personal guards held bows and quivers respectively, standing on his left and right, as straight as arrow shafts.

"I'm a soldier, not a politician, and I don't want to be diplomatic with you. I just know that if you insist on moving forward, I will be very angry." Scott's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but he could hit the target as accurately as an arrow.

In everyone's ears, everyone can hear clearly, which shows that he has a high level of control over "coercion" and can even twist his momentum into one.

Everyone was in an uproar. Regarding politics, many things cannot be said on the table. Even if they are said, they have to be expressed in obscure and tortuous ways. However, Scott did not have any scruples and exposed the facts crudely and directly. This was against the rules.

It has long been heard that Marshal Astante is more willful than the Seruvega people, but no one thought that he would be so willful. It is impossible for any high-ranking person in the city to say such a thing.

"Aren't you afraid of making enemies with our country? There are armies from other countries here. If a war breaks out because of you alone, you are the sinner of Astante!" A foreign general shouted angrily with a livid face.

"I am ambitious, but I am not a fool. I know that if I shoot you, it will trigger a war. Maybe you think that I will be replaced? When it comes to going to war with you, Your Majesty will have to reuse me, because apart from me,

Astant can no longer find anyone who can take on this important task! Therefore, I will not suffer any loss!"

Scott said, taking the weapon from the guard, slowly opening the bow and setting the arrow. He drew it very slowly, because the momentum was getting stronger, condensed, and poured into the arrow. Such slow preparation.

The movement was enough to make a hen escape far away, but the officers of the joint army could not move. If they moved, they would probably die! Only then did they suddenly remember something: "Evil Eye" Scott Thorn

Mars is the marshal of Astante and the strongest archer in the military, with hero-level strength.

Indeed, there are many things that the superior needs to worry about, but if he is coupled with a heroic identity, then what he said is extremely reasonable. Now this hero is pointing his bow and arrow at them...

"Don't worry about my career, just worry about your lives." Scott smiled fiercely, while everyone looked gloomy.

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Astante, headquarters.

After receiving the message, a player reported to the bald eagle: "There is news from the battlefield, it's snowing!"

"It's impossible for it to snow in Olquila. It's man-made." The bald eagle asked a few questions into a magic communicator and said: "The disappearance of the clouds and the passing of the rain has nothing to do with her. She is running around in the wild secrets. This is still true.

Credible."

"It's a groan. Looking at the whole 'gospel', no one can imitate weather magic except him." The Free First Class laughed, with fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Why did Squall let the moaning snow? Delay my steps? It's not as convenient as acid rain. Therefore, he must have a deeper reason. Either to escape, or to fight back. However, all accidents will not happen

Yes." The bald eagle muttered to himself, turned around and ordered: "Take a sample of the snow and analyze its composition as soon as possible. Immediately make a photocopy of a battlefield map, mark the area affected by the heavy snow, and mark the amount of snow, and send it over within an hour.
Chapter completed!