The declaration of war issued by the Northern Merchant Regiment on the banks of the Clark River was quickly forwarded to the General Staff Headquarters in Dacheng. The General Staff Officer was not surprised by the situation on the northern front. He originally wanted to ignore this formal document, but after careful
After thinking about it, Lieutenant General Carlos took this declaration of war and entered the Youshuang Palace. In fact, it is not difficult to meet Cohen in his current capacity, but the topic he is going to talk about is a bit different. If there is a proper reason to start with,
He found it easier to get the answer.
At the back of Youshuang Palace, on the huge platform that was transformed from the only hill around the city, nearly a hundred statues have been completed around the center of the platform. A number of old carvers are selecting stones at the edge of the platform. It seems that they are going to build another one.
An altar or something like that.
Although these stone sculptures were vivid in both spirit and form, Carlos couldn't muster the energy to appreciate them at all. In fact, he deeply complained about Cohen's lack of professionalism - regarding the current war and the future in the city, Cohen behaved like
A stranger.
It can't be seen from the outside, but once inside the statue, the general staff officer found that the placement of these stones was very mysterious, like an endless jungle or a complicated magic circle. It went around and around inside.
After searching for a while, Carlos felt dizzy from exhaustion and finally had no choice but to sit down and rest. After finally expelling the feeling of vomiting from his body, he suddenly found a trembling toe next to him and subconsciously looked over -
—Cohen was lying on his back wearing shabby clothes, holding a straw stick in his mouth, and a leisurely and pleasant tune was floating from his side.
"Sir, this is not fun at all." Carlos tried his best to look calm, "I passed by this location at least five times, why didn't you remind me?"
"You are in a hurry and seem to be doing something important. Is there any necessary reason for me to call you?" Cohen turned to look at him. The expression on his face was truly calm. "Does it mean that you are important?"
Are you actually looking for me?"
"Of course I'm looking for you! By the way, this is the declaration of war issued by the Northern Merchant Regiment to us." Carlos handed over the document in his hand, but found that the relative posture of himself standing and Cohen lying down was very disrespectful, so he naturally squatted down
This is not the first time that this has happened to Cohen, it has happened often in the past.
Sure enough, as Carlos had thought beforehand, Cohen didn't even glance at the declaration of war. He just waved his hand and said: "You are the general staff officer. You should make appropriate judgments on the situation. It is up to you to make the decision on the war. Don't look to me."
"Yes, I have judgment about the situation, and I can make a decision. But let alone whether my decision is correct, after all, I am not the emperor of Sbia - or the emperor who is waiting for the city." Carlos did not look at Cohen.
, but looked at the statue next to him, and said in a heart-to-heart tone like a friend, "No matter what time, you are the real person in charge, the one who says the truth!"
"You seem to be dissatisfied with me?" Without turning his head, Carlos felt Cohen's eyes turn to him, because there was a feeling of being pricked on his skin.
"The enemy we face is not a weakling. The latest intelligence shows that they have used their last resources. Not only are there races and legions that they have not encountered before, but even the various knights of the two temples of gods and demons have been enriched to the front line.
, and even suspected that some members of the gods and demons would directly participate in the war... Is it because we are not worthy of your opening, or are you determined to give up everything before?" Carlos said, "Without an answer, I can't help but wonder. This is a sign of wavering confidence."
"Is it because I didn't make it clear or is there something wrong with your understanding? You are responsible for the war, and I have other things to deal with."
"But this situation is not normal! At least it is not normal for me!" Carlos finally failed to suppress his emotions, "What does it mean if you don't say anything? What are I fighting for? What are our soldiers fighting for?
And bloodshed and sacrifice? The Sbia Alliance, the Third Faith, moving the capital to other cities—all these tricks are done just to fight this war, but please give me a reason not to speak!"
"The army doesn't need reasons, it needs orders." Cohen replied, "That's all."
"Of course you understand the army you built. But I need a reason, otherwise I won't be able to devote myself to my role." Carlos turned to look at Cohen and said in a low voice, "I am not a talented person.
I'm just an ordinary person who accepts death! I can't use my personal feelings as a reason for war and sacrifice. I can step by step until today, participate in the war between gods and demons, fight against rebellion, and fight in foreign wars without regrets, all because of you.
Give me a good reason. It was you who let me know that I represent justice and am on the right side... Now I want to know why I drove hundreds of thousands of soldiers to shed blood and die!"
"You're going to go on strike if you don't get an answer, right?"
"Strike? No, the enemy has already knocked on the door. I will fight it in public and in private. If there is no answer, I just don't have the strong will to win." Carlos replied, "A weak general staff officer and combat plan can withstand
What’s the use?”
"You are willing to spend time on this." Cohen sighed, "But why bother?"
"I must know, please give me a reason to fight." Although his mood calmed down, Carlos's expression was extremely determined, giving people the feeling that he would squat down and die immediately if he did not get the answer.
"The most difficult thing to deal with is the honest person!" Cohen slowly got up and patted the non-existent dust on his body out of habit, "Okay - how much do you know about gods and demons? I mean the abilities of gods and demons."
Faced with this question, Carlos was silent. He was a human who grew up under the power of gods and demons. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the creatures above him. He wanted to analyze them as if they were ordinary opponents. It was indeed difficult to react -
-The reason why gods and demons are called gods and demons is that there are countless miracles behind them, and their influence is huge and long-lasting.
"Except for seeing a few fights with the upper clan, I don't know anything else." In the past, Sbia had several conflicts with the upper clan, and Carlos was also present, but they were ordinary members of the upper clan, and at most they were not.
It only involves the Dark Lord Level 1, and there are also conflicts between Cohen and the Princess Level, but there are basically no bystanders, and watching the magical images cannot be compared to watching them in action.
"Didn't the staff conduct a detailed analysis?" Cohen asked, "What? You don't have confidence in your men?"
"Of course I have confidence! We can offset the personal advantages of the members of the gods and demons through quantity and reasonable cooperation... The probability of victory is not impossible. The first victory record was created by you, sir." Carlos emphasized with emphasis, "It's a mortal versus a god and demon.
Members, if you fight to the death, you still have a chance of winning. I firmly believe in this!"
"Really?" Cohen's words stabbed Carlos in the ribs like a knife.
"Of course, I am good at reasoning rather than imagining, and the data obtained by the staff may also be biased." Although Cohen has not said it yet, Carlos intuitively said that this is the key to the matter. "It would be best if the commander could give me a quantitative standard."
."
"Are you sure you can bear it?" Cohen looked at this stubborn subordinate without any intention of joking, "The true abilities of gods and demons are not easy to digest even from the perspective of a spectator."
Carlos chuckled lightly, then raised his hands, arranged his military appearance from top to bottom, and then stood in front of Cohen with a serious expression. This ordinary soldier's posture implies a strong belief, which is more ambitious than anything else.
Fierce words have to work. Cohen was silent for a moment, and then laughed out loud - in the laughter, little bits of white smoke rose from the feet of the two people, seemingly disorderly floating in the air, and quickly rose into
A translucent air mass thirty arms in diameter.
From the outside, the air mass is very similar to the early morning fog. When the scene inside is revealed, it is no longer distinguishable. But Carlos inside has a different feeling: the sunlight, airflow, and even sound outside have been completely blocked.
. There was complete darkness around him, and only Cohen was clearly visible in front of him. Or rather, Cohen was the only light source here!
Although he performed poorly in poetry, Carlos was not a fool who became a monk halfway. He first received many years of orthodox education as a civilian at the Royal Academy, and then worked in the military as a second lieutenant, serving as a general's attendant, military director, and logistics consultant.
He has done it before. In terms of experience and knowledge, several generals at the same level are not as good as him. But this air mass surrounding him is completely unfamiliar to him - of course it is magic, but why are the stone sculptures around him missing? Could it be Cohen's transformation?
Got space!
When an honest person is startled, his face will change. Cohen did not explain, but just changed two postures with his hand in front of him, and blue light dots jumped out from between his five fingers, gently exploding into balls.
The dust flew evenly in all directions, and some of it even passed directly through the bodies of the two people, and soon formed an ice-blue round curtain with no gaps around them.
"Look carefully." A flash of silver flashed in the depths of Cohen's pupils, "This is an instant silhouette of the Bis continent several centuries ago."
By this time, Carlos was not surprised. He was also a member of Cohen's core group, and he also knew some secrets about Bess's past and the secrets of gods and demons. Cohen was someone who wanted to compete with gods and demons. If he had all the trump cards
No, what’s the point of fighting? Taking a shower early and going to bed is the right choice!
Light bloomed on the round screen, the icy blue gradually receded, replaced by the familiar black, and bright light quickly pierced out from below.
The fog breaks, the angle shifts, and a vast wilderness stands out from the twilight. In the field of vision, the lights of the city are gradually brightening, obviously with the pleasant charm of a prosperous and prosperous age. Just looking at the continuous city and the long river will give you a sense of magnificence.
The spirit is full in the chest.
"This perspective seems to have been recorded in the sky." Seeing this rare sight, Carlos made the same mistake as a staff officer again, "But recording magical images at high altitude is very difficult to do."
"You forgot about flying races such as dragons. Flying is their instinct, and the magic of recording images is not complicated." Cohen knew that this was the inertia of his thinking, so he explained, "Because this time it was the devil himself who took action
, so there is still innovation in the way of recording.”
"The devil took action himself?" Carlos's eyes trembled violently, and his body involuntarily made a defensive posture.
"It's not a punishment from heaven, otherwise what would be left?" Cohen glanced at him and continued to explain, "This is a small country composed of twelve cities, with a small number of people and a small area. The place we are in is just right.
It is the core area of the small country. They angered the demon clan because of something, and the offender escaped during the fight, so the demon king took action himself. In this century, the demon clan members were not as powerful as they are now, but the demon king's ability was not as strong as it is now.
Damn, pay attention to the clouds on the horizon, that's where he comes on stage."
Carlos agreed, and moved his eyes away from the terrain, focusing on the far end. The clouds there seemed to be blown by strong air currents, rotating bit by bit. Because his perspective was moving, he couldn't see very clearly.
clear.
As time went by, the chaos in the clouds became clearer, and the picture was also shaking rhythmically. When he felt it more carefully, he found that it was not the picture that caused the shaking, but the earth itself!
Slowly, this kind of vibration became more real, and it was also accompanied by a dull and vague sound. Because the distance was too far, the sound did not match the shaking, but it carried a sense of oppression and backflow that could make people's blood flow disorderly.
Destructive power. After a few sounds, even as a bystander in the next century, Carlos's face turned pale and his lips turned purple by the prelude of the devil's appearance.
"Do you feel his coercion? A strong being will materialize this power and radiate it through words, deeds, and even eyes. For mortals, this thing is all-pervasive and quite deadly." Cohen patted Carlos on the shoulder.
The latter immediately felt an invisible shield covering him. Although the sound was still hateful and terrifying, his body no longer flinched, "Keep watching."
The city below was in chaos. Countless tiny points of light rushed out and moved along the trade routes. There were even more tyrannical people flying high into the sky and escaping as fast as a bird - but the pressure that came with the sound and vibrations
It is becoming more and more powerful and irresistible. The light spots on the trade road are scattered and extinguished, as if someone has doused them with water; and those who choose to escape from the air are also drawing crooked lines as if they are drunk.
trajectory, and finally fell headlong.
Obviously, under the will of the Dark Lord, everyone's escape plan failed!
"Ah!" With a low cry, Carlos's eyes widened, because he saw a light that did not belong to the night appear on the horizon - after two more calls, he finally saw clearly that it was a huge human-shaped light pillar, with a
The confusing blue light came leisurely. It looked like he was strolling leisurely, but according to the distance ratio, each step he took was more than ten miles.
This can be regarded as a magic, because the waist of the giant is on the cloud line, and the span should not be so long. But the way he comes to shatter the clouds and break everything is really shocking! Only Carlos is an honest man.
I will also think about whether it is reasonable or not.
"Yes, this is a space magic." Cohen nodded, "You are indeed a competent consultant."
"You know what I'm thinking?" Carlos wasn't too surprised this time. There were so many strange things happening to Cohen that he was used to it.
Cohen smiled indifferently and did not answer him - at this time, the giant had reached twenty miles in front of the city below. At this time, the footsteps and the sound merged into one, and the terrifying power flew around like moonlight, and everything around it
Not even a glimmer of vitality can be exerted!
Carlos finally saw clearly that the devil who had descended was not a physical creature, but a virtual object made of light. But his destructive power was not small at all. When his huge boots stepped on a farm, those people were instantly destroyed.
The wild windmills and fields turned into dust! Then the other boot followed and pressed down a small mountain peak like weeds. The rocks flew down and directly blocked the adjacent surging river!
He finally stood still. The two huge and exquisite boots were one mile apart and stationary in parallel. However, the feeling of terror did not diminish. Instead, it increased rapidly with the silence! The huge body and unrivaled strength were already like
This land is shrouded like a nightmare... The wind has stopped, which is suffocating; the water has stopped, which is despair!
The blue light lit up, piercing and shattering the clouds surrounding his waist, finally revealing a complete body.
Carlos was in mid-air, but he still had to raise his head to look at him - even though he was facing an incorporeal body, and his face could not be seen clearly due to the height, the humans under his feet were unable to feel even the slightest bit trance-like.
, that divine and physical figure, and the incomparably exquisite clothes, all carry a sense of oppression and thoughts that make people kneel down and worship! At this moment, no one can remain calm in front of him, and no one can arouse the heart of resistance!
He is the devil in human dreams! He is the butcher who comes to harvest life!
Only obey him! Only obey him unconditionally and without reservation is the only right and eternal truth in all things!
Carlos's heart, which was made impure by Cohen in later generations, was never willing to obey, let alone kneel down! So severe pain came to him through time and space - his mouth felt dry and bitter, and his skin felt like
Pieces were rolled and torn apart, and the blood was cold and hot, almost turning his skin, flesh and bones into powder!
Guilt, shame, regret and other emotions surged up like turbulent waves, violently colliding with Carlos's own unyielding will. His soul seemed to be split into countless pieces biting and devouring each other, making him want to die immediately!
"It's not easy to hold on until now." The moment before Carlos collapsed, Cohen gave him a hand, which relieved his pain. At the same time, he also praised, "Your perseverance and courage are only inferior to Moya's.
One line.”
"Save!" Carlos finally managed to speak out. He howled, "Save them!"
"Don't be stupid, we can only see them killed in this silhouette, and no one can help... because they are already a scar in history." Cohen said, "Look, to us, this is the same kind of thing.
The lessons and experiences of blood coagulation!”
Carlos knew that Cohen's words were true, but it was difficult for him to accept the ending emotionally. His eyes were desperate and sad. In the blurred tears, the city with hundreds of thousands of people was still bright, and the land with millions of people was still bright.
It is still vast, but the breath of death is falling from the sky... He has experienced it personally and knows that this breath has nowhere to hide and cannot be resisted!
Above the clouds, although the face was blurry, Carlos could see his eyes and thoughts very clearly. It was a decision of destruction, but there was no regret or unbearability in it. It was as calm and natural as a waiter wiping the table.
The clouds over the city moved again, and the deep darkness returned to the earth. There was no longer a trace of light, and the loneliness of haze also surrounded it again... It was as if the devil's act of opening the clouds just now was just to see how rotten this land was.
Through the clouds, Carlos saw the giant's left hand raised, holding a simple and elegant scepter in his palm. The top was slightly towards the foot, and then it was raised and retracted. A few brightly colored light dust slowly descended, gradually
After a long distance, the red one fell fastest... Carlos understood what that meant. He clenched his fists, his eyes widened, and crystal tears rolled down his face.
The red dust fell to the ground and disappeared into the earth. The whole process was silent. But in the next moment, a round circle of light swayed here, expanding to three miles in diameter in the blink of an eye, just enough to cover the body of the devil - and then "
Whoop!" With a sound, the bright red halo of light bounced upwards, pulling out a giant curtain of flames from the earth, rising higher and higher, reaching the clouds without interruption!
As high as the top and as thick as a city wall, even though he was not in the same time and space, Carlos could still feel the scorching heat. Within one mile of the wall of fire, all objects were silently melting and eventually turned into ashes!
"How dare you - you son of a bitch!" In Carlos's furious roar, the circular wall of fire began to billow and spread outward, reaching objects three miles away from the flames, whether it was trees, houses, mountains, or water, or even
The soil began to explode violently, and nothing was spared.
And the most powerful human beings, whether they were kneeling in the wild or in the city, showed no sign of resistance, not even any movement of avoidance. It was as if their souls had been taken away, leaving only an empty body.
The body! Yes, in the face of the pressure of the devil, human resistance is useless!
"Look over there." Cohen pointed his hand towards the center of the city, "Those are the strongest among human beings right here and now."
Following Cohen's direction, Carlos saw traces of transparent color flying up from the palace area in the center of the city, approaching the image of the Demon King. Although the outline was blurred and deformed, he could still tell that it was a distorted human form.
Of course Carlos knew that these were the souls captured by the demon king. They belonged to the strongest among humans, because ordinary human demon kings looked down upon them.
"Is this the Demon King's method? It is indeed unimaginably tyrannical..." Carlos murmured to himself, "Kill just kill...even the will and soul of mankind must be destroyed together?"
"If you have a chance, you can ask him." After Cohen said that, the light curtain surrounding the two people began to move upward, because the huge ring of fire was still expanding outwards, and it would not be long before it came here.
As soon as the two of them ascended into the clouds, Carlos clearly felt that he was being restrained by an invisible force - and when he looked carefully, the sight of the Demon King's image happened to sweep across him.
"Bump!" There was a muffled sound, and invisible but qualitative pressure hit Carlos. He was slapped hard on the light screen behind him, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth! (To be continued)