Vol 4 Chapter 147: The light of dawn (1)

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Although Ashkandi had understood the fact that she was once the purgatory lord not long ago, in fact, she was not willing to think about its impact.
Green Eye Ashcandi chose to bury his memory and bid farewell to the identity of the once purgatory lord, just as Andalil said goodbye to the identity of the great devil. Although such a "renovation" can bring them completely different Freshmen, there is always a problem that cannot be avoided...
That's what they once did, and it's already irreversible.
So at this time... a question began to make her hesitate like an ant bite-what did you do before?
In the missing memory, what is it that you don't want to remember? What caused you to fall asleep?
She started to be restless, but immediately began to force herself to stop paying attention to these things... Thinking of Murphys smiling at herself a few days ago, saying "I love you", the dark queen's emotions finally stopped. Fluctuation, but like the ice that gradually freezes, slowly restores calm.
"Plane enemies? That's just the thing that used to be... Now I'm sitting here, you can't kill me, but can you explain it to me? I'm sorry, I got your reply, that's enough. "
Standing up, the red robe swayed slightly, Ashcandi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the figure seemed to kill in the candlelight.
"I fully agree with his conditions, not only because of his power and ability, but because of you--" William's words finally began to appear weak, "Yi Zuer and Kassandra--"
"No need to tell me!"
Ashcandi waved his long sleeves and walked away. The elder Cremands waiting beside him didn't dare to breathe, and even a madman like Mohekel was looking down at her eyes with his head down at this time. Eyes, until the shadow elongated by the light disappeared outside the gate of the underground castle, these guys who could stomped their feet in the dark world could shake their breath...
Only William Creman stared at the glass of red wine at the dining table and never got up.
For a long time, he took a deep breath, the fatigue on his face no longer covered up, and said to himself: "...It was Yi Zur that made you give up everything and no longer enemies with the world, then now... you will be because of Murphy And standing against the purgatory and fighting alongside us?"
For a long time, the head of the Cremand family sighed and sighed in a low voice: "Do what Ashcandy said, within three days, I want to see the result."
An elder retired in response, and no one dared to make any criticism of William's tolerance and concession just now-because they all recognized the fact... Although Ashcandy is powerful, it is not really unbeatable, And the Grand Duke Murphy, who seems to have no movement behind her, is really a real fear.
"Finally, someone has reached the level of demigod...Holy Church, are you finally going to shoot?"
The elderly William Cremant's head closed slightly, and the king of the dark world was already late-this time, the mainland's blood clan is ten times, and the lingering and panting of these can no longer become the climate. It is foreseeable that in the next three hundred years The blood tribes are eager to restore their former scale and power.
"Is this the end of the blood race?"
The pale face is no longer the spirit of the past. Although it is the appearance of a middle-aged man, but that heart has long been bloodless, and there is no warm candlelight, William Creman's figure is extremely sullen.
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As Mullentar flew through the snow, the soldiers looked up wearily, suddenly realizing that the winter was coming.
The fierce battle in the territory continued for three weeks. This heavy snow may be the first time that the two sides have a buffer in the battle. The two long-term troops have a tacit understanding and at the same time truce. Under the hazy sky, they began to rest.
The morale of the Byzantine soldiers was a bit low, but they did not fall into the trough. As long as the seven-headed dragon, which was so big and scary, existed for a day, the soldiers knew that the dragon knight did not give them up.
Hundreds of thousands of troops were stationed here, but in the face of the attack of the sacred Gabriel empire, they never stepped out of the city gate. The logistics line is very nervous because of the purgatory of the Purgatory Beast. The tattered city wall is more difficult to withstand the bombardment of more trebuchets. The place is full of devastation, like on earth.
Thousands of corpses were burned on the spot. The enemies and friends, regardless of each other, turned into black smoke in the sky, condensing but not scattered, like the of death waiting to harvest more lives. Above this battlefield.
The humanoid Hydera sat on a wooden pier outside the camp of Prince Hades, motionless like a sculpture, the snow on the bone plate armor made him like a snowman, but Sphinx curled up on his leg was not He didn't even touch the snowflakes, completely treating Hydera as a shed for snow. This weird combination is the only two "guards" outside the camp of Prince Hades, of course-but no one will doubt the strength of this humanoid dragon and the little fold cat.
The conversation in the camp account occasionally reached Hyder’s ears, but it had nothing to do with him. His eyes lifted up. In the distance, hundreds of guys wearing mage robes were busy in the sky, and a cart The materials transported from within Byzantium form a long team, which transports not grain, but various ores, metals and magic crystals.
I yawned. He just flew back from the Byzantine waters last night, but he feels that... no matter how bad the weather is, it is better than the cold sea palace in the Naga Kingdom.
When he was in a daze, the corner of Prince Hades’s camp led Hydera back, and a middle-aged man with a short sword across the waist appeared in his vision. The unshaven look was like a bandit on the border, but such a guy As if chatting with an old man, talking to His Royal Highness--
"...Since you are so confident, then I am relieved. The Round Table Knight Council is overwhelmed by myself. I was originally trying to help you this old friend. It seemed a little redundant to think that I came by myself, hey, that kid..."
"It doesn't have much to do with me, the command is not in my hands now." Prince Hades looks in a good mood, the battle of the godlike prince has been tense, and he can be so relaxed today. Hedra also felt a little strange.
The bandit-like knight patted the prince's shoulders, pulled the cloak that was all worn down, turned his head to see Hydera, walked in front of him, and asked: "Hey, Murphy Si Na did not come here recently?"
Who is this guy? The tone is not small.
Hydera did not know this guy who looked like a tramp, but he could feel that the opponent was not weak. Although he could not beat himself, he was obviously a knight of the same level as the prince.
"Master...not here."
He answered the question a little, but the other party was not surprised by the answer. He just nodded and said, "Then give him a sentence, saying that Tang Jidi will come to see him after this battle."
Somewhat nodded, Hedra watched the knight walk away, turned his head, and found that Prince Hades was looking at the barracks of the sacred Gabriel at the end of the field of vision. He frowned slightly and sighed softly: "These enemies... no It's easy to clean up."
As the commander-in-chief who always fought on the front line, he knew that the sacred army of the Holy Gabriel empire was not weak in itself, and even in a sense was the rare strong division of the mainland-because it drove the army forward , Is a crazy belief.
Except for the most ardent crusaders of the Holy See, even the most ordinary soldiers in this army... there will be no hesitation in carrying out the Pope's orders.
In this way, the execution force is much stronger than that of Byzantium. The Jihad always has an advantage in combat momentum. Even if you lose the battle, you only need a few bishops to speak, and the morale of the downturn will immediately rise again. It is more efficient than the puppet technique of the Necromancer.
The front persisted for more than ten days, and the fighting has been in a state of stalemate. If Hydera and Sphinx joined, I am afraid that the fortress of Mullental would have been captured long ago. But even with hard support, the Byzantine army was exhausted—because more than seven of the entire Byzantium troops were used to resist those tide-like purgatory beasts, so stretched, the natural disadvantage became more and more obvious.
The hula rushed out, taking advantage of the darkness, and the wave of tide was receding, unable to kill, not cut, these purgatory creatures gave Hades a headache. Wanting to go out for a big kill, and fearing that the soldiers will be mutated collectively by a wide range of bites, Prince Hades finally can't figure it out based on the city's death, thinking hard about the countermeasures.
There was a crazy jihadist army before, and a cruel purgatory beast. Now Murphy takes over the power. The ticket says that he has a way to deal with these enemies. Although Hades trusts this kid, he is constantly whispering in his heart. …
Murphy, can it work?
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"Murpheus? Just a mysterious guy, really thought he could block the jihadist army blessed by the glory of the Lord?"
In the Pope's Hall, the center of the sacred Gabriel Empire, disdainful words echoed in this majestic church.
The angels carved on the surrounding stone columns seem to overlook the slightly small human in the hall.
The bishops in the Cardinals are discussing the increasingly dazzling name in the recent battle report. The fact that the mainland countries were hit hard by the jihadists is exciting, but the defeat of the forced transfer under the attack of the Lampard army made the bishops’ The root thorn has always been as uncomfortable.
The bishops of the Cardinals can almost be regarded as the "pillars" of this country-if the country lays down a large area of ​​land, who will lead the faith of the believers in the extra-new diocese? Naturally, these old guys are responsible for this... so in order to better solve problems for the Lord and have more believers, they can’t wait to personally drag Murphys to the heretical ruling.
Of course, this group of old magic sticks will always forget the fact that the heretical verdict... was rebuilt because of Murphys.
"Lampard is not invincible, there is a solution to the defensive structure... The glory of the Lord shines, this evil guy will certainly be the essence!"
"Take Constantine and we can build up the army and conquer the continent before the end of the winter."
"The believers of Lord Shi will be all over the mainland, I believe in God!"
"I believe in my Lord!"
A chorus of harmony sounded, and the old sticks looked excited, as if they had seen Murphy's execution by the brave Jihad.
This is a situation that has never appeared in the Pope’s Hall in the past... The position of the cardinal is not a position that can be fooled by the teachings. There is no old stick who can enter this core area. No one is not a person. This is the topic of "war", which cardinals in the past will not easily participate in the discussion...because that is what matters to the heretical ruling, they only need to pay attention to the believers.
It's just that the wind has changed...and people have changed too.
In the second week of the ascension of the Pope, the Cardinals were mostly cleansed. The newly promoted bishops were radicals like Jihad soldiers. The remaining old bishops saw this and naturally understood what the pope wanted. Abandoning the original bottom line has become what it is today.
Of course, they will become like this, not just the active change of their state of mind... No one finds that they are experiencing the influence of an invisible force unconsciously, and the root of this influence is the end of the central hall. Pope sitting!
Giovanni narrowed his eyes slightly. He was dressed in a large white gold robe and a triple crown with countless precious stones on his head symbolized his unparalleled noble status. But under the solemn and solemn appearance, it was his buried pole. Deep ambition. Holding his power to conquer the mainland, his dream was finally realized, but at this time, Giovanni also understood that these achievements were not contributed by himself. UU read www.uukanshu.com but... those purgatory lords helped him do it. .
When thinking of the demons who thought he was playing with his hands, Giovanni's mouth would always show a sneer smile. Those confusing words were filtered in his mind, but he was directly forgotten as a nonsense, and he only forgot At this moment, the information of living is deeply in my heart...
"Your ultimate goal is to eliminate the influence of the church?"
"A fool will help you do your best."
Sarnaga’s promise was in his eyes...just a joke.
The body relaxed slightly, and Giovanni leaned on the back of the chair with a tired look. The young face was more unhealthy and pale, with slightly sunken eyes, and it looked like it hadn't taken a good rest in a long time-Giovanni thought it was a sequelae of his contact with those demons, but he didn't take it for granted. He is already aloof with his magical skills. After the meeting, he is ready to use the purification circle to get rid of the abominable breath in his body...
Soon, the world will be creeping under his feet, and as for that Murphy...with the help of purgatory, who cares about his little worm skills?