"We should continue to attack, Mr. Marceau, what do you think?" The bloody big cat man knelt in front of Marceau on one knee. The man asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you."

"What's your name?" Marceau looked at the big cat in front of him. He didn't know why the big cat had to face him with such etiquette, but as a big commander, the cat decided to do his job well.

"Washim Shiva Klota, please give orders. If you only need to rush twice, the defense of the sinners will collapse! Do you seem to feel that too many people are dead today?" The big cat pointed to the corpses on the battlefield: "What we do today is not to create killing, but just to let these humans understand that some people must pay for what they do. We just want a fairness. If they don't want to give it to us, then we will take it with our own hands."

"Washimqing, I know your desire to fight, but there is something more important waiting for us. We must stick to this area. New enemies have arrived." Looking at the pocket watch in our hand, Marceau turned around and looked in the direction of Kuchtmani City. The gate that the city was originally closed was opened, and teams of legions were coming out of the city gate. There was a pattern of an elephant in chess in the middle of the battle flag on the purple bottom.

"Kuchitmani Liberator Chapter... They are finally here." He ended the Ashbi battle mage in front of him with one sword. Yan noticed the battle formation that was gathering behind the enemy team, and the team of knights holding white flags.

"This is the Liberator's Team of Kuchtmani City! In the name of the Grand Commander! If you invaders retreat now, we will swear in the reputation of the battle group inheritance and not join the battle!"

The team of knights rushed past the center of the defense line between the two sides. The knight in the lead rode his horse from the side of the grassland elves while circling: "Put your pride! This world cannot accommodate so much justice!"

"It's better to die without justice." The big cat named Vahim replied with a loud roar.

"We are now becoming a protruding part, which is a very embarrassing position, so I now order that all the grassland elves wings will retreat to the hilly areas, and the Catman wings will be cut off..." Marceau glanced at the kitten adjutant standing behind him: "Hold my battle flag and tell everyone that there is a sage here who is willing to fight for faith. I will not fight for the king, I will fight for justice."

As the battle flags rose, there was also a voice that was strengthened by sound magic: "It was just some thugs who were mantis armed and chariots! Liberator of Kuchtmany City! Move forward!"

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Front center.

"The new aircraft landing wing is preparing! His Excellency Marceau has ordered the prairie wing to retreat, but he raised the flag! It is the flag of the wise!"

Marx and Eleuk listened to the bad news coming from the right, and the two young men looked at the giant virtual war sandbox in front of them.

"The Liberators of Kuchtmani City, these guys have invested at least 150,000 people... Damn!" Marx bit his lip: "Does the slave trader be the party to justice in their eyes?"

"Only, I think in their opinion, justice is always written by the winner... Tell the Proverbs all the battle groups of the Oathkeepers! Take my coordinates as the center! Give the call..." After a moment of silence, Eleuke looked up at his think tank director. Just as he was still hesitating, the messenger came again.

"The liberators of Kuchtmani City have raised the battle flag! It is the flag of the Son of God! Their large leader is the Son of God!"

"It seems that someone has made up my mind for me, Madam, erect my flag! Tell all the sharp ears, who is standing here to face the storm! I need them!"

"Gerenqing, erect my flag, too. The children of the Longershi family will never run away with their backs to justice." Marx turned his head to look at his think tank director: "Tell all compatriots, I'll wait for them here! Justice cannot be provoked!"

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"Son of God? This thing is really cheap these days, or are the big guys not clear about the situation?" Looking at the battle flag raised by the flag-holders of the Liberator of the Kuchtmani who were approaching in the distance, she snorted for a long time. She glanced at Panni beside her: "Do we want to raise the flag?"

"High, I am the son of Dann! Madam of the think tank! Hold the flag of the gods! Tell the little boys! If Mr. Marceau and the others can't retreat, we will push it up!" Panny said, looking at the line of defense in the distance, holding the musket in his hand for the first time, feeling that his choice... was really nothing wrong.

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"It's just a lower-level divine power of rank8. Look at the flag being torn, it's inlaid with gold and embroidered red. This Shamatt style is really annoying." Anne stood beside Marceau and commented on the flag in the distance.

Marceau rolled his eyes and asked, rank8 is also a god, and it was also made by his father with one sword and one shot back then. Although it was just a god of the priesthood of joy and victory, it was at least a god.

The cat really wanted Anne to leave this place of trouble, but this girl was really too good to beat her. If she asked her to leave, she would not be happy, other kittens and big cats would also feel that their commander was too unavailable.

At this moment, cheers came from the liberators of Kuchtmani City, as if extraordinary existences appeared and gave them blessings. Even the side of the mountain people who came together with them had gained enough money.

"Speaking of this, Marceau, you are also a Son of God... That guy must think you can't summon your grandpa here." Annie turned her head and looked at Marceau and said, "That guy is so annoying! He must be beaten to death in a while!"

And the voice rang again: "It's still time to escape now!"

Marsou spat, whether as a commander or as his grandfather’s grandson, the children of the Su family would never be a deserter. If you have the guts, come on.

Just as I was thinking this, a small flesh-and-blooded package suddenly fell from the air and directly hit Marceau.

The flesh and blood quickly dissolved into the earth, and in the bones rising from the ground, there was a flagpole with a rolled flag.

The battlefield became quiet, and Marceau licked his tongue. He didn't have to think about who it would be. Anne looked at Marceau, then put down the sledgehammer in her hand, ran over and took the flagpole into her hand.

This is a flag hanging, untied and fell on the unfolded black-bottomed flag, and a white bone hand pointed straight into the sky.

The next moment, a large amount of blood and flesh fell from the sky. These blood-red packages burned and split in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye. When there were numbers off the ground, the flesh and blood were burned out. The Lord of the Crown, which had jade bones and pure white soul fire, gathered in silence and finally joined the battle formation.

There is a portal built beside the cats. The flesh and bones are first erected as branches, and then the pure white flames ignit everything. White lichs wearing white robes and golden crowns walk out of the door. They salute to Marceau, and blessings are displayed on the cats' heads.

The bone dragons came out of the portal. These pure white bone dragons did not join the battle, but threw huge cabinets behind the defense line where Marceau was and then retreated. Some of the bones that jumped out of the giant cabinets held longbows of bones, some joined the front with swords and shields, and some gathered together to stand on both sides of the front, with huge spears standing upright.

"Your Excellency..." Vahim walked to Marceau with some confusion: "These are..."

Marceau shrugged: "Don't be afraid, my people." At this moment, Marceau, who didn't know how his grandfather made these bones transform into the camp, still had to be stubborn and said with a look of "Everything is in control."

"Oh..." The big cat meowed, then turned around and shouted: "It's your people! For justice! The heroes will also fight with us! Little boys! Are you happy! These are all heroes in this world!"

Then the big cats and the kittens started to meow immediately, feeling that there was no need to be encouraged, and their morale was directly overwhelming.

Thinking of this, he looked at the flag of the Son of God facing him again, and Marceau turned to look at the girl holding the flag: "Dear, raise it a little higher."

Looking at her kitten with her tail scattered 180 degrees, Annie smiled: "No problem, my dear." After that, she raised her higher by at least ten centimeters! In Fang Erduo's eyes, this was an amazing height!

Turning around, the cat looked at the flag again and used his nostrils to face it. The second-generation nouveau riche on the opposite side didn't expect it, were you surprised? Are you surprised?

Meow hahahahahaha.
Chapter completed!