The explosion was very violent, and with a flash of golden light, the entire door was shattered and scattered around the golden core, even faster than the sound. Among the masonry and wood chips in the sky, black shadows fell from the sky——
He pointed his toes on the remaining half of the lintel, and with a sound of "Boom!", a wooden stake as tall as a person penetrated three feet into the foundation!
The cloak rustled, and the long hair stirred in the wind!
The dust gradually dispersed, and under the blue moonlight, the visitor stood on a wooden stake half a man tall, with a face towel close to his skin on his face. He looked down at the twelve people with eyes as cold as water.
The stumbling magicians. In the first fight just now, even though it was twelve against one, the magicians did not get any advantage. Half of the magic crystals they equipped on their bodies turned into fragments, and no one even came from it.
Recover from the blow.
No one made any move in the huge courtyard, because everyone was still in shock. Black Shadow's soul-stirring blow was not only a display of strength, but also a display of his will! Everyone's heart was full of anxiety.
Can the Palace Academy be saved?
"No matter who you are, whether you are Cohen Kedar or a fanatic seeking fame and fame, you have desecrated the Demon Temple and your crime is unforgivable!" A middle-aged priest came out of the main hall of the training institute and held the dead wood and metal in his hand.
The cast staff paused on the ground: "The supreme devil once said that in the face of evil, I am invincible!"
"In the face of evil, I am invincible!" Throughout the courtyard, warriors who had been preparing for a long time appeared.
"Even if the training institute under our feet cannot continue, it can only be annihilated in splendor!" The middle-aged priest raised his staff, the golden piping on his sleeves shining brightly: "This is the devil's training institute, this is our training
Court - kill!"
"This is our training academy!" The warriors surrounding the outer circle jumped out, their voices mixed with the light and shadow of swords: "Kill!"
The black shadow turned around, raised the black iron sword hidden under the cloak, and sent away a dozen screaming crossbow arrows. Then he jumped down to the ground, pointing the tip of the sword at the middle-aged priest at the door of the hall, without paying any attention to it.
To those warriors who flew towards them - this was a very insulting and contemptuous expression, so the Demon Palace warriors could not help but increase their strength in their hands!
"Boom..." With the black shadow as the center point, the ground with a radius of twenty arms was completely shattered. Dots of golden fighting spirit mixed with mud and flew upward, hitting the warriors densely, shattering their protective fighting spirit.
, bringing out strings of scarlet blood beads, and even some swords were forcibly broken into several pieces!
In an instant, the warriors who had been so vigorous just now fell down around the black shadow, or curled up or twitched. No one groaned, and no one could stand up. Only the blood that splashed on the ground was steaming out -
-The entire guard lost half of its strength. The middle-aged priest holding the staff could not help but stop breathing. In front of him, there were only twelve magicians left.
With such a powerful ability, even if he is not Cohen Kedar, he will have no problem taking this training institute.
"Your Excellency is very strong, we will lose tonight." The middle-aged priest took a deep breath, then took a step forward and asked: "But why is this? With your ability, wealth, official titles are at your fingertips, why do you want to study with a trainee?
Is the hospital an enemy?"
"Happy." The black shadow said the first words after appearing, and at the same time showed an evil smile on the corner of his mouth that was worth pondering. The sword was lowered, and the tip of the sword hit the brass lock on the combat boots, and said The cool and rhythmic sound was like a war drum urging soldiers to go into battle to kill the enemy, or like a bell calling slaves to eat. It brought pressure to everyone one after another.
"Since there is no possibility of reconciliation, please give us the most dazzling blow." The middle-aged priest opened his arms and chanted a short spell.
The twelve magicians recited at the same time, clinging to each other, firmly guarding the priest. The blurred light and shadow spread from the thirteen staffs, spinning above everyone's heads, as if they were the projection of the stars in the sky... Since it dares to claim to be the cradle of all priests in the Grand Canal area, how come the training academy doesn't have the ultimate treasure?
The black iron sword vibrated in the night wind, making a sad metal sound. The black shadow approached step by step, step by step, and the cloak was swaying and constantly changing shapes. The body wrapped in it seemed to be blurred, which made people feel uncomfortable. It doesn't look real anymore.
The obscure spell suddenly rose up, and the light and shadow suspended in the sky spread around, emitting dazzling colorful light, condensed fiercely, and then rushed away towards the black shadow!
"You are no match - all move away!" A low roar came from outside the courtyard. In an instant, he crossed hundreds of arm's length and reached the foot of the high wall. Then with a loud "Bang!", a man who was not burly appeared. The body crashed through the wall and rushed in with a puff of smoke. When the person was still thirty arms away, a huge two-handed sword flew towards the black shadow!
But it was still too late. The black shadow and the brilliant light and shadow had already collided together - the light and shadow were cut into two pieces by the black iron knife, turning into countless broken runes and flying away. Thirteen magic controllers spurted out. Blood, fall back together!
"When" the two-handed giant sword was thrust diagonally in front of the black shadow, blocking the black shadow's progress. The sword, which was as wide as a door panel, was etched with several dark red lines, shining strangely in the moonlight. Until this moment, A dozen figures fell into the courtyard with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", surrounding the black shadow in an ambush formation.
For a moment, everyone was speechless.
Not long after, another group of figures also rushed out of the gate, but they all knelt down from exhaustion, gasping for air, looking at the people in the courtyard and not knowing what to say.
At the end of their gaze, the middle-aged priest struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at the people who helped him for a while, finally sighed, and asked unwillingly: "Who are you?"
"A subordinate of the Intelligence Department of the Southern Treaty Business Group, anemic! Now I've been ordered to take over this place. You'd better leave." The man who crashed through the wall stared at the black shadow and said, "I think you will allow these people on the ground to leave. ?”
The black shadow standing there put the sword in his hand on the ground, raised his head and looked at the moon, feeling indescribably relaxed.
"It turns out to be Mr. Anemia from the business group. It's a pleasure to meet you, but you have to be careful..."
The middle-aged priest nodded, said nothing more, and left with the help of two magicians. A group of low-level warriors came over and took the warriors lying on the ground for treatment. After a while, there was no one on the ground. Yes, even the samurai outside the gate left cleanly.
"You call yourself Cohen Keda?" Under the deserted moonlight, Anemia broke the silence: "Actually, I hope you are too."
The black shadow couldn't help but smile. He picked up the sword and made a sword, then put the back of the sword on the two-handed sword. With just a slight lift, the two-handed sword flew up with a "whoosh", spun around in the air, and inserted it very neatly.
In the face of anemia - even if these two-handed swords are hollow, they still weigh dozens of kilograms!
"The circus was good." Anemia put his hand into his pocket and threw a copper plate to the ground: "This is a reward for you."
"Ding!" The copper plate fell to the ground, bounced up and turned over again, reflecting a little bit of dim yellow light. When it fell again, the position was exactly between the two people. The two were speechless, looking like they were guessing.
"Ding!" The copper plate bounced a few times on the ground for the last time, spinning swayingly. The pattern on the edge of the copper coin passed over the rough ground, making a slight friction sound, and was about to stop. At this moment, the two of them
At the same time, he raised his head, and when his eyes met, Anemia pursed his lips tightly, and the outline of his face was like a knife. The smile at the corner of the shadow's mouth did not change, but his black eyes exposed outside the face mask became as dark as the abyss at this moment.
dark!
The copper plate finally fell.
"choke……"
With the sound of metal biting, a stream of sparks exploded in the courtyard. Apart from the sparks, the action team members surrounding the masked man did not see what happened at all. They just felt that their eyelids were pressed by something. When they looked at it again, they saw the scene.
The masked man in the middle has exchanged positions with their Anemia director. The former has his back to Anemia, and he is playing with the black iron knife while walking casually, while there is a blush on Anemia's face, and the giant sword is placed across his chest.
A shocking deep groove was cut on the sword!
"You..." Just when the action team members were trying to make a difference, Anxia said, "Get away!"
Hearing these words, "Cohen Keda" smiled. He stood on tiptoes, jumped about an arm's height, and then landed on his heels - an invisible huge pressure rushed towards the surroundings. He had already suffered a loss once.
The team members were hit at the same time and all staggered back!
"Your opponent is me!" The anemic two-handed sword struck the masked man's head with a "wu" sound. The cold blade was actually covered with a layer of hot red flames!
The team members who saw this scene were inexplicably surprised, and someone inadvertently called out: "Explosive Flame Sword?"
From the perspective of the team members, they will never be surprised if Director Anemia uses any other martial arts moves, but this kind of martial arts is... not too advanced, but too simple, because this is what every demon alliance officer is doing in school.
Basic introductory martial arts when learning! The anemic director actually used this kind of martial arts to fight against the opponent? When he threw the coin, didn't he have completely angered the opponent?
The masked man held the two-handed sword with his sword, and punched the retreating sword with his left hand. There was a sound of "Boom!", the sword shook off a layer of debris, and the flames on the sword's edge immediately dimmed -
- Anemia couldn't help but take a few steps back, and immediately rushed forward after standing firm. The blush on his face spread to his entire face, and his body also swelled.
The collision of three weapons sounded intermittently. The masked man was as relaxed as ever, but the face of Anemia was getting redder and redder. His shirt cracked with a "crack!", revealing the bulging muscles underneath! The masked man stopped temporarily,
He looked at his opponent calmly and was not in a hurry to attack, as if he knew what Anemia was doing.
"You are very strong." Anemia slowly stood up the giant sword and looked at the masked man with bloodshot eyes: "But you are not..."
Before he finished speaking, the giant sword shattered inch by inch, and two dazzling crimson lights appeared in Anemia's hands. Fantasy, magnificent, and fleeting, with the aura of death for both the enemy and ourselves, he attacked "Koen Keda" - he still used the sword.
It is the technique of the Explosive Flame Sword, but no one dares to underestimate this kind of attack. No one can even think that the Explosive Flame Sword can have such power!
The masked man flipped his sword, and the golden light once again illuminated the courtyard, which was different from the two touches of bright red - two figures as fast as ghosts intertwined in the moonlight, "Crack!" After two soft sounds.
, a ball of red mist sprayed out. But the two people kept moving, each spinning like a copper coin, and the bright colors were flying, as if they were an extension of their bodies!
Collisions and fights again and again, fighting for beauty and beauty, a matter of life and death!
Anemia's moves were extremely simple, but with a steady and cold aura. The temperature around him climbed with every swing and chop. In the end, it stung people's skin like the midday sun. In the eyes of a group of subordinates,
, the director is the incarnation of the god at this time. Everyone knows where he will attack next, but there is no way to avoid it - this is power, tyrannical power!
The masked man did not dodge. The black iron sword in his hand was wrapped with a layer of fighting spirit and flew left and right in Anemia's double blades. It perfectly blocked the opponent's offensive. Every collision hit the weak point of Anemia's weapon.
Where the force was applied, his rhythm was disrupted in the slightest - slow and elegant, like a dancer in the dark night. Not to mention Anemia himself, the people next to him were heartbroken when they heard the untimely crashing sounds.
It was so uncomfortable that I felt like vomiting blood.
When this manic feeling accumulated to the limit, a loud noise broke out in the courtyard!
Then everything fell silent, and the golden color and the red color disappeared together...
The masked man walked towards the door, but he was anemic but stood there with a dull expression, and the blush on his body was fading away.
"Director!"
Amidst the mournful cries of his team members, bloodshot eyes appeared in the anemic nostrils and corners of the mouth.
"Kill him to avenge the director!"
Before they could catch up with the masked man, the other person's hand was swung back. It was as if they had hit an iron wall and all of them vomited blood and fell down! Only then could they realize that their director had just
What kind of situation are you fighting in?
"You..." Anemia's eyes widened and he shouted hoarsely: "You are not..."
The masked man seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and walked to Anxia. With a swipe of his hand, the copper coin lying on the ground jumped into his palm. Then he took out a money bag and placed it in front of Anxia.
I threw the coins in front of me. Finally I tied the bag tightly and snapped my fingers at the main building of the training institute, and the whole building began to shake.
"I fulfilled your wish, dazed man." These were the last words of the masked man that night.
In his words, the anemic body is slumping, and the training institute building is burning...
Sibia Empire, Swamp Theater Command.
The chief judge, who had been busy until almost dawn, woke up after only three hours of sleep. His heart was heavy and he no longer felt sleepy. He beat his drowsy head several times, washed his face with water, and put on a towel.
He put on his clothes and left the lounge, and was once again surrounded by the hustle and bustle of wartime.
"Reporting to the commander - the command of the Liaison Department of the Demonic Alliance's Second Theater Zone has been transferred to the position!"
"Report! The latent personnel in the fourth jurisdiction of the NATO Treaty Business Group have been confirmed to return to the establishment!"
"Sir—the undercover members of the Temple of Light have made all preparations!"
"The report just received - civil society organizations throughout Sbia are under the control of my command!"
"We are coordinating the No. 1 combat plan with the Guards General Headquarters, and the synchronization rate has reached 80%!"
"There are still thirteen teams that have infiltrated the Trafa Empire but have not been contacted!"
The justice took a stack of notices, signed them in a hurry, and kept repeating: "I know, I understand, continue to follow up, and report at any time... Wait a minute! Is the commander-in-chief up?"
"Report to the commander." The officer who was stopped by Jack replied: "The commander-in-chief is in his lounge, but he hasn't slept... Well, I don't know what to say..."
"Didn't you sleep?" Hearing what the officer said, the chief judge was a little worried: "Whatever he does, you just say it!"
"Yes, sir!" The officer raised his head at attention, but lowered his voice: "The commander-in-chief called a group of 12- and 13-year-old young priests into the lounge, and closed the sealed door... They haven't come out yet."
"This is a military secret. You must be vigilant about keeping it secret!" Jack immediately handed the document in his hand to the officer, raised his leg and walked over there. The muscles on his face kept twitching. As a justice, he
The bad habits of the priests could never be clearer!
Before knocking on the door, Jack had calmed down and sent away all the attendants. He didn't want people to see the scene of naked bodies lying in the commander's lounge!
Fortunately, the door opened in time, and the Nizam who opened the door was neatly dressed, but his eyes were hazy, as if he was immersed in some mysterious atmosphere, his hands held a strange posture, and then he turned around and entered the room very erratically.
.
Jack, who was full of questions, followed in. As the sealed door closed behind him, he saw Nizam's hands waving down violently.
The music is louder!
"The sunny courtyard, with flowers in full bloom, the cool breeze blowing, the pure spring flowing, all things joyful. Pure angels, glorious wings, the paradise in my dreams... kind gods, I have no mercy for me in the afterglow of the sun.
Praise be to the merciful Lord... Eternal! Eternal! My God and Lord! The only, unchangeable God! Guide me with your merciful eyes, guide him with your merciful eyes, and let us enter the eternal world.
paradise……"
More than a dozen young men with good-looking faces, dressed in white ceremonial robes, were singing loudly in a corner of the lounge. Because it had been too long, their delicate voices were already a little hoarse. Nizam closed his eyes slightly and gently beat the time with his hands.
He swayed his body from side to side while singing softly continuously, with a most holy expression on his face, and would rotate from time to time.
Jack leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he still had to think of some reasons to excuse his behavior, at least the commander-in-chief was not promiscuous during the war. This was already thankful to God.
"What do you want from me?" Nizam asked softly as he spun again.
"Last night's battle report is back."
Nizam reached out and grabbed his head, accurately pinching the last note floating in the air, and then turned to look at Jack.
"The goal was achieved. Seventeen of our people died and fifty were injured." Jack said in a very calm tone: "The outsiders suffered hundreds of casualties and several were disabled."
Nizam looked at Jack, his expression froze.
Jack asked calmly: "Continue?"
"Of course, continue." Nizam nodded with difficulty. His expression was not so much indifferent as it was a determination mixed with pain... Unknowingly, the hand he raised on his head slowly stroked
Down.
"Eternal! Eternal! My god and Lord! The only, unchangeable God!" The young and hoarse song sounded again, holy and solemn floating in the first ray of sunshine: "Guide with your kind eyes.
I, use your kind eyes to guide him and let us enter the eternal paradise..." (To be continued)