The little girl was crying while crawling, her face was mixed with snot and tears, and her white dress was already completely black and stained with black and red.
The village outside the Acropolis of Bruno looked like it had been smeared with blood. There were stains of blood everywhere on the streets and by the wells. Demons from the river of sulfur strung those residents who had no time to escape on hooks and pulled them from their houses.
He was dragged out of the village, brutally killed, and then hung on a tree in the village. The little girl screamed for her father, but her father may have already become one of these unfortunate people.
But the demons seemed to be playing with this little prey, and took great pleasure in the little girl's uneasiness and panic. They made her struggle in a pool of blood and mud, but every time she climbed out of a certain distance, a hell hound would come up.
He came to bite her raw calf and dragged her back.
The little girl screamed and struggled, and the little devils not far away laughed in unison. This was like a feast for them. They pulled out a dying girl from the pile of corpses and clawed at her with their claws.
He grabbed her long flaxen hair, then cut open her chest with a sharp knife, extracted the heart amid the blood spatter, and then snatched it and swallowed it whole.
The little girl was completely frightened when she saw this scene. When the hell hound came to her, it seemed to have lost interest, bit it, and then shook its huge head. The little girl's lifeless body looked like
It swayed like a broken doll with its huge mouth.
But at this time, this hellish creature, which was as tall as a man and wore a huge collar like a giant wolf with dark fur, suddenly raised its head. It shook its ears, and its eyes filled with flames showed vigilance.
Look. A sharp arrow roared from the distant night sky, separating the violent wind and the shower. The arrow hit its smoky nostril. The creature that exuded the stench of sulfur suddenly let out a scream, and its whole body rolled backwards.
stand up.
A female knight rushed out of the rain. The sharp sword in her hand was like a sharp spike emitting cold light. Her eyes flashed with hatred, and she raised the Hell Hound's chin with one hand, and flames burned out from under the Hell Hound's fur.
It burned her fingers, but she gritted her teeth and raised the sword, and the sword sank into the hilt.
"Die. Devil, go back to your hell!"
The hell hound let out a whine, and a stream of hot and foul-smelling blood spurted out from the wound in its throat, splashing Freya's face.
Then more knights rushed out of the rain. Beth held a long bow and shot an arrow at a time, killing the little devils in the distance. These red-skinned evil spirits were only as powerful as Black Iron Upstream, and were not as powerful as those killed by Freya.
Hellhound.
The knights passed by Freya and shouted the name of the female knight loudly. But Freya seemed to have lost all her strength and heavily dumped the hell hound's body on the ground. Then she bent down and hugged it carefully.
The little girl was covered in blood and flesh from her neck to her chest. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth was opening and closing, spitting out blood foam and fragments of internal organs, trying to make a sound with difficulty:
"Sister...it hurts..."
Freya bit her lower lip and couldn't stop the tears from flowing out. The scene before her seemed familiar. It had been played out in Butchi and in many other places in Eruin. She had experienced it personally and experienced the same pain.
The flames of war are burning across the earth, but it will not be the nobles of the kingdom who are suffering in the flames, but his people.
Over the past year, the kingdom seemed to have returned to peace, but the same pain recurred again and again. This time it was the Cruzes and the northern nobles who brought such tragedy. Who will it be next time?
Eruin was powerless to change, just like she was powerless to save the little girl in her arms. Freya felt that she could only watch her die weakly, and the little girl finally lost her warmth in her arms.
"Brando, what should I do..." Freya put her down gently and couldn't help mumbling to herself.
She turned around, and Beth came up behind the female knight at some point and patted her back gently. "Freya, this is war, you have to learn to get used to it." She sighed and replied.
"But when will Eruin end the war?"
"Wait until it becomes stronger, so powerful that no one can control our destiny."
"One day," Beth replied firmly, "Her Royal Highness the Princess will definitely do it and no longer rely on those decadent nobles in the north."
Really? Freya couldn't help but think of what Brando once told her, but aren't the royalists also nobles? Can those nobles really feel such pain? The more she knows, the more history is in her eyes
It seemed darker and deeper, as if a huge mouth was about to swallow her up. But she thought of Butch's firm eyes in the sea of fire. Why was Brando always so confident?
The fog that made everyone feel anxious seemed not to exist in front of him. Has he already seen the other side of history and the inevitable ending?
The girl was stunned and lost her mind.
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Buonoan's position was like a scorched pot bottom. There were some sticks erected far and near on the scorched earth, and some of them still had a few broken flags. The hot armor fragments were scattered on the ground.
, there are mutilated human bodies, hands, feet or other parts everywhere.
The devil's offensive finally came to an end, but it brought an incomparable shock to people's hearts. The remaining defeated generals retreated one after another, and finally rebuilt a line of defense after retreating for nearly four to five miles. The Hong Kong Treaty people
A genius, Viscount von Daugning looked at the large pits connected to each other in the distance on the battlefield, and his teeth itched with hatred. When the big men of the Northern Alliance were crying and asking to retreat, he really should have sworded one by one.
Kill them all, they are just a bunch of cowards.
He was lucky enough to survive the battle in the Mal Highlands. Although he was captured and captured, he was quickly exchanged, which made him look very ugly. Therefore, he urgently needed a victory to prove himself. The glory of a soldier is to move forward.
Especially in a war like this. Killing more demons will be the basis for future promotion.
But the devil's attack was so formidable that Viscount von Daugning didn't know if he still had a chance. There was a bright fire burning on the other side of the horizon. It was as if the heavy rain in the sky was grease, making the flames
Even more dazzling. The Acropolis of Brunoan was considered finished. He didn't care how many people died there or who died there. It had nothing to do with him, but he at least understood that this line of defense had become precarious.
He saw several knights wearing the uniforms of the White Lions walking past him - those white lions seemed to be organizing a counterattack. He couldn't help but spit, such a battle was uncomfortable. Even the enemy's
I don't even know the combat style, and the commanders are a bunch of idiots.
Viscount von Daugning couldn't help but look to the sky, his eyes couldn't penetrate the rain curtain. But he could still see the shadow of the Eruin Royal First Fleet hanging in the air. His eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking for a moment.
What.
Count Yanirasu corrected the time on his pocket watch for the last time——
The fleet has completely deployed in the direction where the demon army is stationed in the north, and all the gun doors on the ship's side have been opened. It's like opening countless black eyes. The sun has completely sunk below the horizon, and there is only a hand in the heavy rain.
It was so dark that I couldn't even see my fingers.
But there is still a ray of residual light in the sky, and a dappled light mixed with flames.
This light fell on the count's resolute face and outlined several straight lines. The middle-aged man turned back and glanced at the Cruz people: "There are still fifteen minutes."
Almost all the top leaders of the coalition forces, including the Cruz people and the Eruin people, were gathered on the deck at this moment. Under the gaze of Archbishop Wood, Charles placed a crystal ball in the center, and on the crystal ball was Brando.
image.
At the same moment, Brando was also looking at Wood's image on the crystal ball that Babasha placed on the parchment map.
"Brando. In fifteen minutes, the Cruz people will launch a general attack with the Eruin people to attack the demon army from the Sulfur River that is several times their size. We will attract attention for you," wearing the robe of the officiant
Wood looked serious. "But can you really find a way to dismantle those flame doors?"
"I can't guarantee it." Brando replied seriously: "But you and I both understand what will happen if I don't succeed, so we have to do it."
"It's the same for me and you, Master Priest." He smiled slightly.
Wood looked at Brando deeply.
If possible, this is one of the faces he least wants to see. Ampelsel's plan this time will almost become his nightmare. The situation at the port has completely deteriorated. If the Northern Alliance cannot defeat the devil, then the Cruz Empire and the Saint of Fire will
It is very likely that the palace will pay a heavy price for this.
Those are three flame doors, and no one knows the weight of it better than him. No, there is one person who may know it at least as well as him. Wood stared at the other person, not understanding why this young man knew so much.
Insider.
As soon as Brando opened his mouth, the northern nobles exploded:
"Is this guy shirking his responsibility?"
"Master officiant, if he can't vouch for it, what's the point of us launching a desperate charge against the devil here? We're just like fools."
"Is this because Her Highness the Princess is trying to think of ways to consume the strength of her allies?"
"It's better to stick around and wait for help. The Temple of Flame will not leave us alone."
On the other side of the crystal ball, Princess Griffin also grabbed Brando's sleeve. She looked at him angrily and asked: "Mr. Brando, you said that we should act according to the opportunity."
"They are demons, Your Highness."
"I know, but there is no need for you to take unnecessary risks," Her Royal Highness the Princess tried to suppress her anger: "Mr. Brando, we can eventually defeat them! I do not support your personal heroism, although it is romantic,
But it’s not the right thing to do!”
Brando sighed, stretched out his hand and gently straightened the messy hair on Her Royal Highness's forehead. His action shocked everyone around him. Even the eldest princess herself froze, but Brando
He didn't care. To be honest, he didn't know whether he could make it back alive from this trip.
As early as the moment he made his decision, he knew what kind of battle he would face next.
"Have you ever seen a real army of demons, Your Highness?" he asked softly.
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"Have you ever seen a real army of demons, a bunch of idiots." Wood slowly turned around, and everyone could hear the anger in the tone of the high priest. The northern nobles were arrogant, but they were still demanding in front of the Temple of Fire.
Lowering their heads, everyone was silent for a moment.
"Devils are the mortal enemies of order and civilization, Your Highness Princess. They are unruly and unruly. Although they are not subordinate to the Dragon of Dusk, they were born from chaos. They were born to tear apart everything, everything that is beautiful and cherished.
Things are their enemies. And their pleasure is based on the pain and despair of mortals."
"The temple's fight against the cultists is not to suppress the voices of opposition. Those believers who obey the dusk and chaos, their belief is to tear this world apart and make our world cease to exist. However, some of you here today
People, some nobles who should be responsible for guiding the people-but they foolishly ignored this, which is regrettable."
"Does anyone still remember the demon disaster in the Four Realms? The demons poured out from the opened portal and destroyed everything. An entire kingdom and almost all living creatures were completely wiped out. Who will save them? No one. Not even
Even the temple can't do it. Your Highness, Princess, have you ever seen the scene where demons walk on the earth, and the fire of brimstone burns everything behind them?"
"I have seen it. I was not a high-ranking priest of the temple at that time. Millions of demons descended on this world, and it took the temple ten years of hard work to completely drive them back to the river of sulfur."
"Today, Eruin will face the same fate."
"Back then, on the border of Antuobuluo, there was just a crack. But today, there are three complete portals." Wood said quietly, he was not afraid of revealing the secrets of the temple, because if today's
If things don't get better, his political life will be completely ended and he will become a sinner.
More importantly, the reputation of the Temple of Fire will suffer an unimaginable blow.
On the other side, Brando was silent for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Your Highness, Eruin will turn into scorched earth. Although we may be able to rebuild it one day, there is still a glimmer of a chance right now, right?"
There are millions of lives here, and that may have nothing to do with him. He will not see them suffering in the flames, will not see them die in pain, and will not even hear their cries before they die.
.
Everything seems to have nothing to do with him, and he can still implement his plan in an orderly manner and reshape this ancient kingdom in the wasteland.
At least Valhalla is still around, right?
Maybe so. But Brando couldn't convince himself that he could ignore it. He could tell himself that he didn't see it all, but he couldn't deceive the truest emotions in his heart.
Everyone is trying to escape all the time, but everyone has a true self in his heart, which tells him what is right and what is wrong.
No one is born a hero, but now he can at least give it a try. As he has experienced everything, he understands that there is only one thing in this world that cannot be compensated.
That is regret.
Her Royal Highness the Princess looked at him blankly.
"Mr. Brando, you..."
"Your Highness, you said you believed in me."
"You..." Princess Griffin gritted her teeth and struggled for a moment, but finally let go: "Okay, I understand..."
Brando nodded to her, then he turned back and looked at the image of Priest Wood on the crystal ball. "It seems that we have reached an agreement. Congratulations, Master Priest."
Wood nodded, but sighed slightly in his heart. The chief priest couldn't help lowering his eyelids slightly: He was indeed acting too much, and he probably shouldn't have allowed all this to happen in the first place.
"May Lord Martha in heaven still bless us, and hope that Eruin's national destiny is not over yet." He has never so much hoped that Eruin can continue to exist - at least as a Cruze and a temple.
As the chief officiant, today is probably the day when he most deeply hopes that this country will continue to exist.
Brando also smiled: "Yes, I hope the Temple of Flame did not violate the will of the late King Gilt too much, otherwise it would be too unjust for me to be implicated in the misfortune, wouldn't it-"
Wood snorted.
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