The fifth thousand three hundred and sixty-four chapters, the ancient kingdom of Shengfeng
As the chants started to sound, the knights who had been very wary of the three of them became less vigilant than before, and many of the knights even showed the fanatical expressions of believers.
"Who on earth are you!"
The knight in the golden helmet asked again.
"Ancient Phoenix Temple, Qing."
Qing walked out slowly and revealed his identity.
Ye Chen saw that the pupils in the eyes of these knights had experienced an earthquake, and they all showed expressions of disbelief.
"How to prove it?"
The knight in the golden helmet suppressed his excitement, but his voice still had a trembling tone.
I saw Qing walking towards Miss Feng and taking off the holy sword from Miss Feng's back. When the holy sword wrapped in it was revealed little by little, the knights could no longer suppress their inner joy.
"Everyone, if I were a servant of the Gray God, I would never bring the Holy Sword of Creation."
Qing said, and this sword is the best proof of her identity.
Seeing this sword, a group of knights dismounted and knelt on the ground one after another. Even the knight with the golden helmet did the same. They hammered their chests with one hand and prayed devoutly before standing up and saluting Qing again.
The Golden Helmet Knight gave great courtesy and respect to the last saint of the Ancient Phoenix Temple.
"I am the Holy Khan, the last royal family of the ancient Shengfeng Kingdom."
The knight in the golden helmet introduced him.
"What?
The last time we communicated, there were more than ten royal members in your ancient Shengfeng Kingdom."
Qing said in disbelief.
The last time the two of them communicated was half a year ago. How much has changed in just half a year?
"They were either corrupted or killed."
At this point, Shenghan's eyes became sad, and he told Qing that even his father, once the strongest man in the West, was corrupted by the Gray God.
"It's not safe here. Let's talk somewhere else."
Shenghan led two horses. The original idea was that Ye Chen and Miss Feng would ride on one, and Miss Qing would ride on one alone, but Qing took the initiative to get on Ye Chen's horse. This scene made Miss Feng very angry.
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As for Ye Chen, he was also regarded as a templar to protect Qing by a group of knights, including the Holy Khan.
A group of people entered the forest and walked through the quiet path to a castle built in the mountains.
This castle is very old and has been reinforced. The group quickly entered the castle and found that the situation inside the castle was not optimistic.
First of all, there are holes everywhere in the castle that need to be reinforced, and the facilities inside the castle are incomplete. There are only a thousand people, and the number of people who can fight is less than one-tenth, and food is also very scarce.
Even the food served to Ye Chen and the others was moldy.
"All things wither under the corrosion of the Gray God, and food rots even faster."
Qing picked up a grain of rice and said, the whole meal exuded a strong smell of mycotic acid.
"We are short of everything now. We are short of people and food, but we are not short of weapons and armor."
The Holy Khan smiled bitterly and said, there are more armors and weapons in the warehouse than people.
"Tell me what happened here?
How many survivors are there in the West now, and how many resisters are there?"
Ye Chen asked Shenghan.
"Well, we were stationed in the Holy City of the Ancient Kingdom of Shengfeng. After the fall of the Holy City, we moved to the second largest city, where we established a strong defense. It was also at that time that we communicated with your Ancient Phoenix Temple.
"
Holy Khan said.
They withstood countless attacks by the servants of the Gray God, and also gathered many survivors, millions of people in one city alone.
But then many traitors appeared inside, and even his father was corrupted by the Gray God. The city fell and only less than 100,000 people survived.
"Our troops have been defeated all the way and the survivors we have taken in are only more than 1,200 people. Not long ago, we had a battle with a small group of Gray God slaves who were chasing us. That batch of food came from another
Transported here from the surviving places of residence.”
Holy Khan said.
He didn't know if there were any survivors living in the surrounding area, because the residential area closest to him had also fallen. It was very likely that he was the last resister in the entire West.
"Isn't it time to gather strength and retreat to the north?"
Miss Feng, who had been listening to Shenghan's words, said doubtfully.
What can a thousand people change?
They should gather their strength and retreat to the north.
As soon as these words came out, Shenghan had doubts about Miss Feng's identity.
"His Royal Highness the Holy Khan and my group all fought to the death in the beginning.
Previously, the group of people who decided to evacuate had already evacuated their world in advance."
Qing explained.
"You mean that even in the occupied north, a large number of survivors evacuated to the north in advance?"
Ye Chen, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, this was a decision made at the Holy Meeting three years ago, but I can tell you that if we fail, it will only be a matter of time before the north falls. It will only mean that we can survive a little longer."
"We are waiting, and at the same time we are betting on when Gu Feng's prophecy will come true.
If it comes true on our side, we can help the Saviors destroy the Gray God. If it comes true in the north, then the survivors in the north will also support him."
Holy Khan said.
"But what if the prophecy is just a prophecy and will not come true?"
Miss Feng whispered.
Hearing this, the Holy Khan sighed, "If it is not fulfilled, then our world will be destroyed."
At this point, Ye Chen finally realized that the Holy Khan just didn't want to live an ignoble existence, he wanted to die on the battlefield like a warrior.
"Speaking of which, you two are not Templars, right?"
Shenghan looked at Ye Chen and Miss Feng. Although he questioned their identity, there was no hostility. After all, they came with Qing, and from Ye Chen's previous actions to protect Qing, it could be seen that the three of them were
They trust each other, but they are even more curious about their identities.
Although Qing does not dare to say that Ye Chen and Miss Feng are the predicted saviors, at least he can be sure that they have the blood of gods in their bodies.
Just when Qing was about to make an introduction, the buzzing alarm bell rang, which made Sheng Khan, who had just relaxed, suddenly become nervous again.
"Your Highness! A team of fallen knights is charging towards our fortress!"
The men outside rushed in to report in panic, and Sheng Khan's expression changed drastically.
"Fallen Knight?"
Ye Chen looked at Qing with confusion, but Qing didn't understand much about this either.
"The fallen knights are blessed by the power of the Gray God. Before they fell, they were legendary figures among us. Some of them themselves are demigods with the blood of the gods!"
The Holy Khan said with an expression of disbelief.
"Did you come with us?"
Miss Feng said doubtfully.
"What?
Came with you?
The Gray God has discovered you?"
Miss Feng's words made Shenghan's face look even darker.
Qing is the last saint of the Ancient Phoenix Temple, and this Sword of Creation is prepared for the prophesied savior...