Outside the hard, towering iron wall, there was a burly man with a ferocious face, and one of his arms had been blown off.
Blood stains were all over the body, and white bones were looming.
"Fight in!"
In his hand, he held an iron rod that he had snatched from the Demon Searcher. With just one arm, he could swing the iron rod like a dragon, causing bones to break, muscles to break, or brains to rupture.
The nobles and guards were enraged by the demon seeker's first attack.
"Snatch Grantham Scythia and hang him on the wall!"
The angry crowd pushed down the high wall. The nobles of Demacia were definitely not the kind of useless waste. Many were even centurions who had experienced battles. The centurions were furious at this time, and their people died in a pool of blood.
The demons were still attacking, and the few arrows they shot were caught from the air and torn off.
The first and second legions of the demon seekers fought hard forward under the command of the higher-ups. The demon seekers, who were a little frightened and had no idea why they were like this, were surrounded by their companions and used their sharp blades on the nobles of Demacia.
"Why……?"
The Demon Searcher, whose chest and abdomen were cut open, glanced at the commander who was still shouting loudly at a high place with his blank eyes, and then died silently.
The innocent blood stimulates all those caught in the battlefield. Even if some people shout "stop", it will not help these people who are eager to kill.
On the high tower of the Demon Searcher camp that had been quietly hollowed out, Archduke Cyrod, the fuse of the conflict, was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the blood spurting from the front with red eyes.
"Sesia, what on earth do you want to do!"
"I... oh..." Grantham Sethia's face, which had aged rapidly in the past few days, showed a strange smile, and tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes, as if he hadn't noticed it.
The hints implanted by Silas were fighting against his strong will, and everything was over for him... His political capital and all his ambitions were shattered when he was tricked into that dungeon by his men.
Even his body lost control of his will!
His body trembled, and calm words came out of his mouth:
"Grand Duke, the people from Biangou Town have returned, and he will bring new life to this country."
He slowly stepped forward and put a rough hemp rope around the neck of the bound Archduke Sirode on the high tower.
"what are you up to?!"
"Let you add the final fuel to this war!"
Grantham Sethia pushed him to the edge of the tower, allowing the two of them to appear in public view.
"It's Archduke Cyrod!"
"Asshole, stop it!"
The eyes of the Sirode family were astonishing, and the guards of the Marshal's Mansion who had just arrived also let out a horrified roar.
"Commander of the Scythian Army, please stop! The marshal will be here soon!"
"Ho--"
"Sesia, it's too late to turn back now!" Archduke Sirode shouted angrily. Could it be that Sethia wanted to force him to use magic in public?
"It's too late, Grand Duke...it's too late..." Sethia sadly stretched out her foot and kicked Archduke Sirode out of the tower without hesitation.
"No!"
The wheelchair fell and was broken into pieces. Sirode's neck was tied with a hemp rope, and he was hanging on the tower.
"Because of them, the king was killed."
The aging Archduke Sirode was horrified and his whole body went cold. He even forgot the pain of suffocation for a moment...
"madman!"
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At the moment when the courtyard of Dawn Castle exploded, riots also occurred in every corner of the castle. The stones of the Forbidden Stone Palace made a low roar, and the magic power in the air was quickly suppressed, but the damage had already been done!
The mages who escaped from the prison in several groups swarmed out along the sewer.
The palace guards who were listening inside and outside reacted quickly, quickly guarded each pass, and fought with the mage.
However, these mages have long known the distribution of troops in the palace!
The palace guards were retreating steadily under the powerful magic attacks. Upon hearing the sound, the furious prince put on his bronze dragon-slaying armor and rushed directly into the group of mages with the dragon gun in his hand.
"Traitor! Rebel!"
"Kill them all!"
In the courtyard, in this central area, mages wearing tattered robes flew out, and the powerful magical aura was fighting against the forbidden magic stone chamber.
As long as it is not touched personally, the forbidden magic stone will not have much effect. Just like when Chai Anping walked in, although he felt uncomfortable and depressed, it actually did not affect his use of magic.
"Gulu..."
The four people in the courtyard swallowed hard...
"Strike first!" Quinn screamed and quickly rolled to the corner, took out a crossbow bolt from the backpack he had retrieved, and quickly shot at the mage who had hit the guard before he could react.
"Why are there guards here?"
They exclaimed, Chai Anping and Pickel had already rushed over with weapons on their faces and serious expressions.
The two knives, one on the left and the other on the right, are like chopping melons and vegetables. The physical fitness of these mages who have been imprisoned for countless years is flawed. Most of them are haggard. Few of them can be as tall and strong as Silas and use the dungeon as a weapon.
It's like a gym.
As soon as they were approached by the two men, they could only let out a strange cry of terror before being chopped down to the ground.
Chai Anping did not dare to show mercy at this time. Showing mercy to a mage with unknown abilities was the stupidest behavior!
The moonlight sword slashed across his neck, and blood spurted out.
"do not come!"
A boy with spots on his face raised his hand in fear, and a dazzling light gathered in his hand.
"call out!"
A crossbow arrow accurately penetrated his forehead.
"Quickly, kill them quickly!"
"Resist the Ring of Fire!"
Someone in the crowd yelled, and a raging ring of flames quickly expanded and pushed everyone away.
"You're crazy..."
A large group of people were all squeezed away by the fire ring, and the hot flames burned everyone. Pickle groaned and flew back while extinguishing the flames on his white robe.
The mages each used their magic power, and then turned their attention to Quinn and the others.
"Just fight like this, they can't resist the magic!"
This group of mages unexpectedly discovered fighting skills!
Each of them can hold up a thin layer of magic shield, which can effectively resist the magic from their companions, but Demacia's soldiers cannot!
They don't even wear runesteel armor that can weaken magic!
"careful!"
Quinn's scalp exploded, and he jumped up to the second floor in an instant, dodging the black claws protruding from the ground.
The group of mages who landed on the ground lit up with various magic fluctuations, and the suffocating pressure rushed towards them!
"Well--"
Dobbin rolled around in embarrassment and was hit by a burst of flames. Fortunately, his life was not in danger.
Chai Anping and Pickle were about to charge forward again, when suddenly a spear dropped from the sky and blue flags flew.
"How dare the traitor cause trouble here!"
A figure in a white robe suddenly fell down, and the sound of admonishment fell on the hearts of all the mages like divine punishment.
The spear fell to the ground, causing a wave of wind and waves.
The handsome figure floated to the ground, with long hair tied up in the air.
"Master Manager..."
Pikel murmured with fiery eyes.
Xin Zhao's sword eyebrows were raised slightly, and the tip of the spear plunged into the ground, and was immediately lifted up by him. The spear danced like a dragon, and an unimaginable strong wind followed. The tip of the spear was shining with golden light.
"new moon!"
He shouted loudly, and a hurricane visible to the naked eye emerged.
The entire courtyard was surrounded by a powerful force.
The mage was horrified and swept up by the strong wind. The strong wind pressure was like a giant god kicking everyone's chest.
"Bang bang bang!"
Grass clippings, bricks and tiles flew into the air, and figures quickly hit the wall, leaving pools of blood on the wall before falling powerlessly.