As the leader of the Dead Dead Group, Du Kang watched his battle group move forward in silence. Ten minutes ago, the Holy Fire's flag guard had burned the battle flag, and then led the last two squadrons to attack the line of defense in front with the people of the Iron Hand.

However, until the flag guards were cut over, the line of defense was still in the hands of the East Continental people. The dead dead group had lost two battle groups, one wave after another, and a complete battle loss of more than 50,000 people. However, even this line of defense of about a thousand meters and a thickness of two hundred meters could not be taken down. A batch of grassland elves, kitten people, big cat people, dwarves... and the battle group of Earthlings appeared opposite. They were not afraid of sacrifice. The two sides exchanged casualties with the most brutal killings, and used the equipment of the First World War to fight the integrity that they had only when the human-worm war.

"I think something is wrong." The gray prophet beside Du Kang looked at the battle line in the distance with his godless eyes: "It's very wrong."

"What does it mean?" Du Kang asked with his body tilted.

"Since we arrived here, I have seen at least six large clans appear on the Kitten Man's side. I recognize their battle flags. Not to mention the big clans like **ta, Oranta, Lunpota, Van Ota and Sorenta, let's talk about the clan of Hilotta. Before the Battle of Kings, he was also a large clan. In the past three hundred years, at least seventeen commanders of the Lovanta Royal Guard, and they were also flag-holders of the Kings-Holding Team on the Longerhi side." His gray prophet asked.

"Is it hereditary?" Du Kang frowned. He looked at the line of defense, who was a little unpleasant to the word: "For aliens, all this seems so natural."

"I don't think that's wrong with this. The performance of this clan generation after generation can afford this glory. The final battle of the Kings-Helping Team of the Old Federation can be confirmed on Mars, but they have not been able to find their refuge until now. Hilotta had four squadrons in the Kings-Helping Team. In the final battle, all of them were marked as inferred death. The younger generation who separated from the four families could be said to have lost more than half of it, so I hope you will at least pay respect to this surname. After all, your ancestors were lucky enough to leave Mars on a conservation ship." The gray prophet raised his head and looked at his own commander, who nodded vigorously: "My negligence, then what do you mean."

"Shilotta is almost a transcendent clan among the kitten people. Apart from the Longershi family, they are only loyal to the Lovanta clan. However, today, this clan has lost nearly a thousand people here, that's right... According to the number of commanders I asked the front line, during the period of their battle, they lost at least such a number. I can't imagine what kind of existence made them choose to make such a great sacrifice." The gray prophet sighed sincerely.

"Can it be because of our new Eden?" Du Kang asked.

"I don't think that if we continue to go north or simply attack the Catman Empire directly, otherwise it would be impossible for an existence like the Hilotta War Chapter to cause trouble. Their battle group served in the army of the Mogus Empire in the north. According to the identification, their squadron is the first squadron of the Hilotta clan's "Comrade of Hilotta" and is the most core squadron in the entire clan. The commander is Weita Finni Oranta Hilotta." Speaking of this, the gray prophet was silent for a moment: "If the cat opposite was named Lovanta and was named Al, it would be normal for her to appear here... But according to battlefield records, in order to block the previous attacks, her squadron took her squadron's remnants to fight with us until their combat boat dropped a firebomb..."

"...You mean there is someone on the opposite side who is more important than the Crown Prince?" Du Kang looked at his Prophet Grey: "You'd better get nothing wrong."

"I hope I'm wrong. I hope there is a highman like Youju and Panni on the other side. But the fact is that just on the central defense line, our friendly troops confirmed the new combat boat that Youju and Panni were driving." The gray prophet sighed: "Do you remember what our old history teacher told us about how to distinguish the kitten without knowing the clan surname?"

"Of course, remember, use characteristics." Du Kang nodded. The old historian was the old man he respected the most. Like them, his ancestors were the children who retreated from Mars during the First Human-Word War: "He said that women in the **Ta clan usually have freckles and their hair color is mainly red; while the men in the Oranta family usually have gray hair, and the bite force is the largest of all clans."

"Do you still remember the characteristics of the Lovanta clan?" Aizhi turned his head and stared at his commander from bottom to top due to the height difference.

"The male has a pointed white tail, and a tuft of pure white hair on the top of the female head." Du Kang closed his mouth after saying that.

"It seems that you have thought of it. Only such an explanation can explain why so many groups gathered around that little boy. Although the things in the game need to be solved in the game,... we have been kind after all..." Prophet Gray pointed to the defense line in the distance: "I know, Du Kang, the reason why we brothers are grouping together is to prevent those winners from bullying us wantonly... But if that little boy is really...we..."

A knight quickly approached and attracted the attention of the two. Looking at the crown lord, Du Kang and his gray prophet noticed the flag in his hand, which was the prince's flag, which represented that it controlled the commands.

"Foreigners, I have brought His Highness the order! Five minutes later, the power of blasphemy will fall from the sky, and your battle group can easily break through the enemy's defense!"

"We have understood His Highness's intentions, please answer our gratitude on our behalf." Watching the messenger leave, Du Kang turned his head to look at the Prophet Grey: "It seems that someone has made a decision on our behalf."

"What is blasphemy? Plague?" The Grey Prophet frowned: "Or it was the large spell that the guys said before?"

"Let's wait and see, but I think the plague is more likely. After all, there are enough people who died here today." Du Kang sighed and clenched the long-handled battle axe in his hand to the large captain in the distance.

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Marceau was dragged off the battlefield by someone. His elemental body was close to collapse. If it weren't for those magical techniques that had been particularly effective, the collapse would have been uncontrollable.

"You have to take a break." Chidoff of the **Ta family was blinded at some point. It was the line of fire he and a little guy dragged Marceau down: "...I took care of him..."

Marceau could no longer hear the sound, but in a trance, he felt someone hugging him, and a warm and sweet liquid passed by his lips.

After ingesting these liquids, Marceau felt that his head was no longer like a chaotic paste. At the first moment when he could see clearly, Marceau saw Gaga looking down at him. Then he realized that he was pillowing on the little girl's legs. Then, he saw tears rolling in the child's eyes dripping on his face.

"Mr. Marceau treats Gaga as a child every time." The little girl started crying.

...You are a child.

Looking at her, Marceau felt a little embarrassed that he understood the child's feelings for him, and at the same time he discovered that the right treatment from the beginning, which was the help this little girl gave him.

"Thank you, Gaga." Marceau removed her elementalized body and rested her head on her legs with confidence: "But I still want to say that it's too dangerous. After I don't want to lose you, I have to tell her when I met Mrs. Lily that Gaga was accidentally played to death by me."

Then the cat's ears were naturally pulled by the angry girl.

"Does Mr. Marceau hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you, silly girl, just..." Marceau tried hard and sat up with Gaga's help. Seeing the sky ruled by the clouds, Marceau laughed.

It turns out that the backhand is the Stone of Blasphemy.

Looking at the clouds that tore up in the sky and the unknown objects falling while burning, Masso signaled Gaga to help him up.

"Why do you want to stand up, Mr. Marceau? You can't stand at all." The little girl was a little confused, but as a druid, she also felt the danger contained in the things falling in the sky.

"Because I don't stand up, I can't take out the casting materials from the small bag behind my waist." Marceau smiled and explained, then took out a soul stone representing life from the bag.

Some people have said that blasphemy and purification actually have the same effect. This blasphemy stone will blasphemy all living things within its halo radius and induce them to transform into undead. Anyone who cannot pass the will will be forced to transform.

It's a very troublesome opponent, but Marceau just happened to know a way to solve this problem.

That is purification, to fight this blasphemy with a divine dwelling, and then hand it over to the air force to resolve it.

The question now is who can create a sacred residence covering the entire legion.

And the answer is simpler.

It is Marceau who is applying his own blood to the soul stone.

There is no more suitable to be a sacrifice than a Holy Son.

"Mr. Marceau, what are you doing?!" Gaga stretched out his hand, trying to grab Marceau and stop what he did, but the little girl also understood that if Marceau was stopped, the entire battlefield would fall into despair.

Marceau wiped his blood, and his Holy Words automatically floated before him, and Marceau chose to smile at Gaga before the ceremony.

"Don't forget that poem," said Marceau.

"The Knight will return to the world." Gaga cried with his mouth pouting.
Chapter completed!