Although the priests of the temple and the demon temple often threaten various empires with the force of their masters, in fact, no matter who the opponent is, members of the gods and demons have very few opportunities to do it themselves. Their wings cover the entire Bis continent, and they
The prestige of the two clans penetrates everyone's heart. As long as members of the two tribes show up, even if they do nothing, they can defuse most of the attacks that are still brewing - never use force unless necessary. This has become a matter of course.
matter.
Even if the gods and demons are hostile to each other, there are not many substantive conflicts between them, because ordinary members of the gods and demons, such as demon generals, do not have the power and courage to provoke conflicts. Princess-level members
Of course you can, but their number is very small. The only exception may be Cohen. It's hard to say whether he is lucky or unlucky. Anyway, this little hooligan who is not afraid of heaven and earth is used to being beaten by members of the gods and demons.
Therefore, for a demon with the status of the eldest princess, there are even fewer opportunities to fight with others, unless it is an old enemy like the eldest princess of the gods. But now, she was forcibly defeated by an opponent who was not a god.
Take a step back! Even an ordinary demon would feel humiliated by such a situation, let alone the eldest princess of the dark demon.
This has nothing to do with physical pain, but a stimulation that touches the soul. She can drive demon generals and scare thousands of demons. Her Royal Highness, was repelled by others. This is simply a great shame for her!
Even if you crush the other party to ashes afterwards, it will still be difficult to relieve the hatred in your heart!
She should be angry, and should fight back with a arrogant and cruel smile, tearing apart her opponent point by point with the cold blade, making the opponent's life worse than death!
However, Frigg Isabant did not do this. She just gently raised her hand and brushed away a few scratches on her breastplate. There was a touch of tenderness in her eyes when she looked directly at the other person. This
It was an expression that the Demon Clan Princess had never shown in front of others - if other members of the Demon Clan were present, she would probably be frightened to the point of screaming.
"You see, just like the first time we met, I underestimated you again." Looking back on the past, a smile appeared on Frigg's lips: "Do you still remember? In that forest destroyed by the advent ceremony
, the first demon general pulled you into the Gate of Grace, and I sat on the cold throne, watching you walk over step by step..."
"You are wearing this suit of armor of a blessed knight, with two scimitars hanging from your waist, and a grass root in your mouth... You have colder eyes than me, and a stronger character than me. Even in
When facing me, your will can penetrate the barrier of the dark demons and reach my heart!"
"I haven't told you. I was thinking at that time that if we still want to find a reason for human beings to continue to exist, it can only be because of your existence... Because of you, human beings have become interesting and interesting.
Life is no longer only dark and dirty..."
"Although you don't have a name, I remember every one of your nicknames. Traceless Double Crescent Moon and Vermilion Cross Star. These two are your nicknames when you pretend to be a robber and killer. They are derived from your unique martial arts. Ice-Cold
Hitomi, Juechen Knight, this is your nickname when you pretend to be a good person. It comes from your eyes and elegant figure..." Frige even forgot to return the sword to its sheath, and just walked over step by step: "And
,that is……"
The opponent retreated step by step, and seeing that he could no longer keep the distance, he finally jumped back.
"Don't go!" He shouted softly, and Frige moved and rushed to his side. He stopped him with a sword and said "Choke!": "After so many years, you still don't have the habit of running away if you can't fight.
To change, even if you run, you have to change the direction, right? The first Divine Blessing Knight, the first Demon of Slaughter, should not use the same tactic twice in front of the same opponent."
Before Frigg finished speaking, the man she called "Double Chief" burst out with momentum and attacked with all his strength! Different from before, his offensive was like a big mountain, pressing towards Frigg - two
The scimitar cut the air, and the scattered air flow caused by the vibration of the blade swirled left and right, filling the distance between him and Frigg, and making half of the surrounding air hot and half of the air freezing!
The swords collided, and the sound of "Ding! Ding!" filled the place with brilliant sparks. Frige tapped his toes on the ground, and his flying body was as light as catkins, dancing gracefully in his stormy offensive. The sword was like running water.
, lingering and docile, even though he exerts no force, he can always hit the point where his scimitar is exhausted, making it impossible to break through or escape.
The man had no choice but to reorganize his offensive, stabbing with all his strength with two scimitars. In anger, he risked his life to attack - at this moment, his attack even visually distorted the space and blocked the transmission of sound!
"Dang!" was heard loudly, and this time the "double chiefs" were shocked to take a step back.
"As before, even I can't fully control the strength when facing such a strong attack like yours." Frigg put the sword behind her and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Excluding this time, I
I have already made mistakes in your hands twice, do you remember what I said after the last mistake?"
Looking at her expression and demeanor, she is still a demon princess who is ready to take life and death. She clearly looks like a young girl who has just begun to fall in love!
The man squeezed out a low roar with contempt from his throat, turned around and attacked again!
In the bright silver light, the two blade tips flew up and down, and the afterimages left behind after the rapid passing overlapped, like a blooming lotus, hooded towards the eldest princess - Frigg, who folded his wings of light, faced towards the princess.
Stepping to the left, you elegantly neutralized the attack with the long sword in your hand, without any sharp murderous intent, as if you were practicing with him.
"Stop it, we haven't seen each other for so many years, why don't we talk together?" Frigg tolerated and blocked his chops more than ten times in a row: "Your offensive contains murderous intent, you are still angry with me, right?
?I have always felt guilty about that matter, but I really couldn't help you that day... You have to believe me, when the news of your failure came, I regretted it very much!"
The man's only response was to attack more intensely and directly. The increasingly fierce airflow gradually overflowed from the tip of the knife. Although it could not cause damage near the two people, it cut the ground outside the battle circle into pieces!
"Do you really not want to believe me? I have already asked you to forgive me in such a low voice..." Frigg said, and her originally guilty face had turned a little angry. Her eyes that were previously full of tenderness gradually became...
He appeared a little sharp: "Do you mean that you have forgotten me? Have you forgotten what happened to us?"
Unfortunately, there was no change in the man's ice-crystal pupils.
"Speak!" I don't know what this situation made her think of. In short, Frigg's fingers holding the sword tightened, and with a sharp shout, she suddenly turned from defense to offense!
"Answer me - you little human, how dare you despise me!"
Frige's tone became more and more cruel, his expression became more and more ferocious, and the speed of his hand became faster and faster. Finally, the light flashed, and the sword glow was three arms long!
The man barely blocked the attack in front of him, and finally the two swords were broken and fell into the dust in the distance with a "bang!"
"I..." The eldest princess was stunned for a moment, then she screamed and dropped her sword: "It's you who didn't answer me that made me angry! You asked for it... You, get up quickly, I won't
It's your fault...at most, I'll let you go..."
The man was face down and motionless.
"Stop pretending to be dead. I won't be fooled again. I told you to leave. Look, I have dropped my weapon! Get up quickly. Don't scare me. If you don't get up, I will be angry!"
Frige approached cautiously, not knowing what she was afraid of with her skills like this...
However, no matter what she said, the man on the ground remained motionless, and even the signs of breathing disappeared. Seeing that something was wrong, Frigg quickly leaned down and hugged the man.
His face was pale and he clearly had no life left.
"Forgive me, I couldn't control myself at the moment. I didn't mean to hurt you!" The dignified princess of the Demon Tribe actually cried out of anxiety.
She immediately pressed her hand on the armor and poured the most advanced first-aid magic into it - with a sound of "Boom!", the man's face cracked several times, and the originally smooth skin turned into countless fragments flying up like snowflakes.
That melts into the sunlight.
"Again...I let you run away again, I'm so stupid!" The eldest princess couldn't help but laugh, dropped the armor in her hand, looked into the distance and murmured: "But next time we meet again, you have to be careful.
Even if I don’t make things difficult for you anymore, the eldest princess of the God Clan will never let you go.”
Thinking of the eldest princess of the God Clan, a haze appeared on Frige's face. After retracting the long sword, she turned her wrist and a spark popped out, burning the armor on the ground and the metal belt and gems into juice. Then, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned around.
At that moment, she regained her identity as the demon clan’s princess.
The steps forward stopped in the middle, and Frigg's expression became a little hesitant, as if she had something difficult to decide. Her fingers slightly relaxed, and her mind was filled with thoughts. Finally, she realized that she could no longer maintain a steady posture.
Mentally, he had no choice but to stamp his feet, hurriedly sent a stream of spiritual consciousness to the demon generals who were waiting in the distance, and returned to his palace on Hell Island.
Sibia Empire, waiting for the city.
It has been three days since Cohen Keda stepped through the gate of grace to now, and there is silence both inside and outside the city.
In this newly built imperial capital, hundreds of thousands of people are imperial elites who grew up under Cohen's wings. However, at the critical moment, they are powerless and cannot help the emperor at all. Let His Majesty face the danger alone.
This kind of thing is really a great irony to a bloody person.
A gloomy and depressing atmosphere filled the air, making everyone tremble. From the generals to the soldiers, they tried to speak and walk as quietly as possible, for fear that their own carelessness would affect Cohen's safety. As for the relationship between his own behavior and this result
What is the logical relationship? No one has thought to figure it out. It is like praying in a dark void. You can neither see the object of prayer nor hear your own words. It is completely wishful thinking.
Ordinary people have this mentality. Of course, the people around Cohen are more anxious, but their identities and responsibilities do not allow them or them to reveal their true emotions. The operation of the empire is maintained by these people, which carries the burden of Cohen and everyone.
The dream empire, as Cohen said, can only be safe if this empire remains strong. Therefore, the official documents are still in their hands for review, and the army is stationed and replaced step by step under their command, and even three meals a day are provided.
Can't go wrong!
After finally dealing with the matters at hand, Cohen's brothers took turns stationed at the city gate, observing the Gate of Grace intently, hoping to see Cohen coming out of it as soon as possible. Such eagerness was enough for them.
It's not the first time, but there were still people around him before, but now it's Cohen alone to face the dark demons. How can he not make people worried?
Or from other people's point of view, Cohen is not a competent emperor. He never cares about the details of state affairs, let alone micromanages everything. He often runs away and likes to cause trouble to others... But no one can deny that he is a close friend.
, and a person worthy of trusting with his life. Yes, he is the kind of bastard that makes people hate him behind his back, but when they really face him, people can no longer be angry with him.
With a typical dull expression, Moya stood at the top of the city, looking directly at the clouds in mid-air, wiping the hilt of his sword with his thumb.
The person next to Moya was Wadi, the future dwarf leader. At this time, Wadi took off his shirt, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body, and was grinding a battle ax with "clang, clatter", as if he had unlimited energy.
But if you look closely, you can see the anger boiling in the eyes of this dwarf.
Because of the environment, the way aliens express their emotions is somewhat different from ordinary people. In response to this incident, some people stood on their heads under the city wall all afternoon, some used daggers to carve patterns on their bodies, and some even dug holes to
Bury yourself... Compared with these people, sharpening knives and axes on the tile floor is really nothing. You know, even the crow who is so indifferent that he doesn't bother to take a look even if the sky falls, he hasn't been there in the past three days.
He didn't eat or drink, but he sat quietly behind the palace gate with his sword horizontally drawn, as if he was under a petrification spell.
"There has been a change." The breeze blew, and Moya's eyes flickered, and his pupils shrank imperceptibly: "The color has become lighter."
The tiles suddenly bounced up, and two battle axes struck directly at the edge of the arrow stack. He looked up with a grin on his face - the clouds in mid-air had slowed down their rotation, and the color of the darkest center part had begun to change.
, it seems that the thickness of the clouds has become thinner. The Gate of Grace below has also changed somewhat. Tiny lightnings are twisting around, and the light curtain is rippling.
"What are you doing!" The dwarf with a violent personality went crazy and shouted in the distance: "Come out and fight with me if you dare!"
"Don't be impatient yet. It's hard to tell what the change is." Moya patted Wadi's shoulder, but held the sword tighter with his other hand: "Herald, let the troops prepare. Listen to my order and prepare to start.
City gate."
After Moya said this order, the wind blowing over the city became stronger, causing dozens of flags to "whistle".
Soon, the slightly hoarse voice of the Qingqi commander came from under the city wall: "Attention, everyone—mount up!"
The armors were rubbing against each other and the horses were breathing. In a burst of mixed and yet chaotic sounds, the light cavalry in neat rows approached the city gate. After receiving the order, the elves lowered their bodies and rushed up, quietly hiding sideways under the arrow stack.
He held a long bow at an angle and held a magic arrow in his hand.
Finally, the herald trotted over cautiously: "Sir, everything is ready!"
Moya nodded slightly, and was about to issue a new order when he noticed a flash of silver light on the other side of the Gate of Grace. The light curtain in the middle had disappeared. When he looked up, he found that the edge of the cloud had been blurred: "No, the cloud
The group is disappearing! Where’s the magician? What’s going on?”
At the same time, the guard officer guarding the palace gate saw the flags in the distance, so he rushed into the palace gate with news of the change in the clouds - in desperation, the officer did not follow the usual practice
Running to the right, he just bypassed the crow sitting cross-legged behind the palace door, and then rushed straight down the middle passage.
The sound of rapid footsteps faded away, and the crow opened its eyes slightly after closing them for three days.
In fact, when the clouds outside the city gate began to change, he sensed that a powerful enemy was approaching, but the crow was aloof and would never jump up and yell, if it weren't for the fact that some people he cared about were behind him.
In the palace, he didn't bother to open his eyes.
After counting the time, Crow put the long sword lying on his leg to his side, took out a silver pot from his arms, opened the lid and smelled it, and finally drank it tentatively with a calm expression on his face.
a small bit.
A hot feeling spread in his mouth, and his brows immediately knitted together. He tightened his hands, and the crow crushed the silver pot into irregular silver pieces, and the liquid inside was forced into his mouth!
Hearing another "gu!", he forcefully swallowed this thing called "strong liquor" into his stomach!
After doing this, Crow stood up, put on the helmet haphazardly, and pressed the spring with the finger holding the sword, causing the sword to pop out a little - this was not out of caution, but a natural reaction of the body. He no longer remembered it.
He had also used this method to guard himself before. He could only confirm that he would occasionally do this when facing an unknown and powerful enemy.
However, why is this important memory vague? Why can’t you remember who won and who lost? Why can’t you remember anything about your opponent at all?
"Boom!" A muffled sound!
Afterwards, the air flow was sharp, debris flew everywhere, and the huge horizontal bar on the palace gate was smashed into three pieces!
"Boom!" Another louder crash came, and two heavy palace doors swung open from left to right!
A huge dent was made on the metal facade. Purple electric current was rushing around on the copper nails, making a "sizzling" noise. The bricks on the top were also falling down continuously - through the wide open door,
You can see that a group of guards standing outside the door have all fallen to the ground. They all looked like they had been struck by lightning, foaming at the mouth and twitching their limbs!
Behind the broken gate, the crow stood on top of the mess. He was neither tall nor short, and his posture was neither forward nor backward, but it was very eye-catching, making the other party feel that he was still unfulfilled and that his attack was not perfect. So, another purple
The ball of light immediately flew out from the mortal avenue, crossed the wide square, and pulled out a less obvious parabola. Although the touchdown point was not at the crow's feet, it would definitely pass through his chest!
The crow took a step and pointed the long sword directly at the purple ball of light in front of him. Then he shook his wrist slightly, and the scabbard flew out - sand and rocks flew everywhere it passed, and it passed directly through the middle of the flying magic ball, hitting it hard.
Even after the magic was dissipated, it exploded at the end of the mortal road. Among the colorful sparks, the opponent finally appeared, and the three-pillar whirlwind rushed toward the palace gate!
The Guardsmen who fell to the ground outside the door had long been blown far away by the strong air current, and were rescued by Pao Ze who came over. Now that the place was empty, it was a good place for a fight.
The long sword swung in his hand, Crow took a gentle step, and his body was blocked in the middle of the palace door. (To be continued)