Vol 4 Chapter 172: The final battle (end)

The atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely strange.
Ashcandi's figure floats above the human army, and the breath she emits can no longer be described as "terror". Suddenly, she has crossed the "demigod" and has the power to surpass all lords and deities. This darkness The Queen’s existence is already a key figure in determining the outcome of this war.
She helped the purgatory, and the deities were about to die. She helped the gods, the lords could only ask for blessings.
This cruel fact makes the proud gods and lords in their hearts only feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts-they never thought there would be such a sense of depression as to hold people's breath and even sit still, but their inner self-esteem made them unwilling to With this compromise, finally... after a few minutes of stalemate, Solanda opened the battle again, fighting with the gods.
Suddenly the scene fell into chaos again. The deities were instantly strengthened by a few points because of the presence of the "Heavenly Selector" army, and they moved back to the disadvantages at once, and they were comparable to the lords.
Of course, in the eyes of the soldiers below, the intensity of the battle between the gods and the lord is simply not what they can understand. When they raise their heads, they can only see a flash of light on the colorful sky, even difficult Catch those shadows moving fast. They don’t even understand that they can stand here and live alive entirely because of the protective barrier Ashcandi cast above... otherwise dozens of "God Realms" and the deflection of any attack by the lords , Are not what they can afford.
It seems to be a tacit understanding that the gods and lords carefully moved the center of the battlefield away, it is not difficult to guess that none of them wanted to provoke Ashcandy-and the Dark Queen at this time did not step forward casually Prepare to participate in the battle, because Murphy has already planned everything, so now her eyes are only faintly looking forward, blocking the spells or impacts that hit the army, floating like a guardian in this total. Above the three army of 200,000.
Under the impact of those purgatory herds, the armies of angels and blood races are now slightly tired. No matter how high their strength is, they will eventually be stretched to face the endless herds, but the human army behind them is taking a neat pace. When they rushed forward and tore the team of purgatory herds completely apart, these races that could never see human beings could not help but take a breath.
The terrifying magic was released from the hands of the Lampard Masters and those wizards who would not even fire the fireball. When they landed on the ground, the power was far more than the general "forbidden curse", and the overwhelming crossbow arrows The human soldiers wielding shields and flying beasts all walked along the almost perfect offensive route, pushing the defense line step by step outwards, and then completely replaced the angels and blood races that were exhausted before. ..
The war is so big that Perseus and Kulkara have been completely speechless. The inherent ideas of humanity in the previous brain have been overturned-at this time, looking at the center of the human army has always been condensed. When they moved Murphy, their moods were mixed.
"Can humans... do this?"
Perseus, with the title of Angel of Wisdom, secretly sighed, "The chessboard has been overturned, and now no one will follow the rules of the game..."
As if echoing his words, the purgatory lords in the distance finally fell into the downwind-the muse's body was completely smashed in the colorful light, and Sarnaga was also cut off by the of war Ques. And erased the traces of the soul...
Phillas landed on the ground, wrapped in several fields, his body was unrecognizable, but the attack that he must have suffered would never make him feel better. Kosuhir was very tired, and a black and white robe was torn. The tattered cloth, hanging on the body, looked embarrassed. The black light wing behind was broken more than half, and the tip of the long sword in his hand was completely broken...
But the deities only have more than twenty remaining combatants. The green dress of the goddess Mar is also ragged. The mouth of the light god, Jehovah, seems to carry some golden blood, which is wiped away by him.
It was at this time that Murphy in the human lineup had no shot, and finally began his actions.
The deities and lords have felt a little bit numb about all the weird changes that have taken place today-the things in their minds that no turning point are constantly being overturned, the situation is turned back and forth several times, but in the end they can’t think of waiting at the last The fisherman will be a human being they have long ignored.
Murphys Windsor, the human who inherited the blood of the Templar stood in the military formation, raised his head and looked at Ashcandy, which exudes some golden light in the sky, his mouth slightly ripped The palm of your hand was slightly raised, and it was displayed in front of you. It was the black notebook that Della had given him.
Slightly letting go of the finger, the notebook floating in the air whirled and no wind automatically got up, and the handwriting above could not be clearly seen by anyone, but Murphy was already familiar with the point of almost backwards.
This is a diary-one step to make Murphy enough to be the diary of everyone's biggest winner at this time.
And the owner of this diary...is Murphy's mother.
The content of the diary details the plans and plots of all planes of purgatory, abyss, sinking, angels and temples, and even Ashcandi's rebirth in the human plane is recorded!
In other words, this black notebook is like a "prophecy book", clearly showing all the consequences that each plane will face for Murphy!
And the most critical of these is the life of Murphys-he did not understand until after reading this note... his birth was an elaborate layout of the sanctuary from the beginning.
He is a human being, but he is carrying the mission of the "Temple"!
As the highest existence on the plane of heaven, the sanctuary seems to be always on the sidelines. They do not extend their tentacles to the human plane like the plane of the temple. They are always cold and emotionless isolates. But when the intricate plan between purgatory and temple finally affected the "Temple", this plane that almost never intervened in the long course of time also reacted.
Speaking of which, the only thing they do is to let the blood of the "Temple", with Murphy as the carrier, was born on the human plane.
Murphy's mother became a victim of this plan-at the expense of her own life, Murphy had the potential to leap above the gods in a few years...
Later, when Murphy finally had the power to face all of this, he then introduced the plan of purgatory through this diary.
It must be said that what Murphys did at this time seems to be in the plan of the Templar... and the only beneficiary of this war can only be the Templar!
The rotating pages were floating in the air, and the black notebook suddenly shattered as he recited the last mantra at the end of the page. Murphy narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the light radiating boundless power, and whispered: "To unify all planes... this plan is really big enough."
"But...disappointing you, I don't have so many unnecessary ambitions."
The final plan of the church is to intervene with the power of the church on the "dusk of the gods" to smooth out all the purgatory lords and deities-this cold plan is recorded in the black notebook, but the mother of Murphys A line of words was left, pointing the way to Murphy's final decision...
"Remember, it's not just the blood of the temple that flows through you."
As a human being, Murphy understands the consequences of killing all gods and purgatory lords-that not only does not bring peace, but only brings endless killing and struggle for the entire human plane.
So now he already knows what to do next.
The fragments of the book pages disappeared, and the power from the temple suddenly flowed into Murphy's body, so that in this battlefield, besides Ashkandi, there was once more an existence above the gods and the lord. ..
Then, within this few seconds, Murphy, who had reached the summit, flew straight toward the battlefield where the gods and lords were.
The so-called invincible in the world may refer to Murphy at the moment.
The purgatory beasts gradually dispersed to the distance, and the angels, blood races and humans who stopped, raised their heads collectively, witnessing the scene of the opening of the new era in front of their eyes...
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Rose Calendar 1465, March 5.
Two years have passed since the battle of "The Twilight of the Gods" permanently recorded in the history books.
Warm winds have recovered everything. A lot of green has grown on the plains. The smoke that once diffused is no longer there. It is just the wounds left by the war, but it will not heal in two years.
At noon, a quiet team appeared under the gate of the city that still had burn marks and countless potholes.
To be precise, this is a convoy, with twelve knights in front and behind as ceremonies. In the middle is a luxurious and generous carriage. The four horses in parallel can even let others observe in an upward look.
No other nobles raised their whips and yelled out the crowd in front of them. The twelve knights in front just walked in silence, so that people who noticed their arrival scattered involuntarily to both sides.
They wore heavy armor and a closed helmet. Although the cloak covered the exquisite armor, the tacit understanding of the horses walking and the knights' demeanor showed that they were not just flower shelves used to fill the facade.
Especially... the knight wearing a helmet shaped like a dragon's head, letting civilians familiar with the rumors of the territory whisper involuntarily.
This is Buttigia, the former "Barrich" capital, and now...the second largest commercial city in the Lampard Kingdom.
There were occasional laughter and laughter in the carriage, but the others did not hear clearly, but they could probably understand that there might be a child among them, because they would hear a clear song or a silver bell-like chuckle, just looking at the sign of no emblem Most people don’t know who will ride this carriage.
"In two years, the changes here are really not small."
It was Murphy who was speaking. At this time, he was no longer wearing the robe representing the "Duke", but a golden and red monarch dress, but there was no complicated crown on his forehead. It looks like a young emperor who has just inherited the throne and is not involved in the world.
Of course, this position is not inherited from him. Plane turbulence and cracks eventually caused some losses to the mainland, perhaps because of bad luck. There were too many space-time cracks near the city of Buttigia, which eventually caused the city to fall. If it was not finally saved by the Lampard army, I am afraid that in the end Will end up in the tragic end of the slaughterhouse-but after all, Murphy is still a step late, the Royal Buttigia almost died in this battle, and the country that lost the royal family naturally needs a new leader to replace it, so At the suggestion of Hegel, Murphy had no choice but to be crowned king under the auspices of Joan Priest and High Priest Andalil.
Of course, Murphy understood that Hegel's long-term feud had finally come to an end.
"The end of the war, we have time to repair all this, but this is the first time to visit the territory this year. I think your main purpose is not to simply look at the city walls?"
Ashcandy's golden and red eyes twirled, revealing a smile-like expression, and gently trimmed her long hair. The queen's crown was placed on the wooden table next to her, and the queen was sullen. Lazy leaned back and fell into a soft cushion.
This is obviously some protests against Murphy.
"Cough, you have to say this, in fact-I won't say no, of course, as a king, I should still walk around, I think the scenery here is pretty good..."
Murphy was a bit rogue, and he said that the others made Ashcandy wink charmingly, then snorted softly, but did not mean to continue to pursue. His eyes turned slightly, and he threw his happiness on the other side of the carriage.
A few meters away, Andalil was raising his hand, using his fingertips to control a purely condensed leaf floating in front of him, saying in his mouth: "Come, look at this-look at this -"
Joan of Arc smiled across from her, holding a baby with a pink face in her arms-a fair complexion, a pair of princesses with wide eyes, staring at the leaves on Andalil’s fingertips, trying to reach out Dudu's palm is enough. Andariel put his face in front of her, and after being kissed by the other's slobber, he just smiled and put the leaf on the little girl's palm.
The leaves of the tree condensed by divine power dissipated after the engraving, but the quiet breath that calmed the mind was permeated for a long time, so that the little princess would not cry or be quiet, and it was very quiet.
"I feel like you are Helen's mother. She only kisses you, not me."
This is what Jeanne said, but holding Helen's gesture was baby's tight.
"Say me? You seem to be okay? You haven't let me hug her along the way, hum... I don't know if I'm thinking about being a mother earlier--"
Jeanne blushed, and Andalil also noticed something. The voice of the words came down, and he looked at Helen's mother guilty...
Ashcandy was pursing his lips, seeming to bear a smile, while Murphy next to him rubbed his eyebrows and made a distressed look.
"You guys, a patriarch, a temple high priest...hey!"
"Don't keep making the distressed look, I know that you are here for Lilith and Xia Lan. I asked Irindal to prepare for the wedding. You, you..."
The believers of the of light were stipulated to be monogamous, and Murphy once might have been in awe of the of light, but now...
The Lord of Purgatory slept as much as possible, and the gods of the temple were also silent. Although there were no more deaths and falls, it was clear that these guys had to sleep honestly for hundreds of years.
He was not willing to recall what happened at the last moment of the "dusk of the gods". In short, the battle with the purgatory lord and the gods made him change some of his original views-even the gods...after all, they are selfish, This is especially true for Murphy.
"After the tour of Buttigia, I asked Hydera to take us to Constantine, and Aquinas, the Patriarch, asked me to help him perfect "Theology—"
"Don't list so many sounding reasons, I guess... it's mainly because the Duke Azshara is looking for you again?" Ashcandi pouted slightly, deliberately making a little woman gesture. It looks like it was unprecedented in the past, but Murphy also made the most of the true queen, scratching his head and no longer talking.
"Actually, I can see... She is so lonely, also because of blood problems?"
"Well, I didn't know it until later. The church didn't pin its hopes on me purely from the beginning, but obviously it was even more unwise to pin on the duke, and her sense of resistance was much stronger than mine. "
"So you are going to the dinner at the Duke's Palace of Solomon?"
Ashcandi's anti-general, watching Murphy's deflation, said with a chuckle: "It seems that every time I take care of you, I go, but I have to solve the matter first."
"Uh... what's the matter?"
"Don't be stupid!"
.......
The convoy belonging to the kingdom entered Butija and was placed in the former royal palace. The knights disbanded and rested, while the captain Jeanna always followed behind Murphys and others and played the role of "close guard".
In the evening, a banquet was held, nominally to celebrate the one-year-old birthday of Murphy and Ashcandi's daughter Princess Helen.
The birthday party held on this sleepless night was a lively event for most people. Xia Lan and Lilith, who happened to travel here three days ago, fought for jealousy at the dinner table, but in the end, Murphy was quietly in their ear The response was different while speaking-Xia Lan burst into tears, Lilith poured a whole bottle of red wine and hugged Murphy and kissed for five minutes before letting go...
The banquet was attended by almost all the high-level executives of the
night watchman
. The stupid Compton still had a statue in the corner. Connor and Count Christina greeted each other with arms around. Heysel ate three turkeys. , Hegel and Scarlett talk about policy guidelines and so on.
Later, a group of old guys with enough status were scary, Della of the "Law", Don Jidi of the "Roundtable Knight Council", and Freud of the "Golden Compass Council" all came to give gifts, even Fahna. Let the subordinate send a carriage of pearls. The presence of thirteen men in black at midnight made the atmosphere cold, but the elders of the Blood Circle Council also had some self-knowledge. After saying hello to the king and queen, they presented thirteen gifts to Princess Helen— —
Speaking of this, it is still this group of old guys who know best what this seemingly naive little girl will become in the future...
The father is the guy who has half the blood of the Templar, and the strength is more than the of light, and the mother is the once purgatory lord, so the crystallization of the combination of blood, the lowest... is also a "half god", right?
That being said, Murphy and Ashkandi at the banquet looked no different from ordinary people. It was almost dawn, and the banquet was over.
"Jeana, where did Iindal go? She was here just now."
The knight named by Murphy is no longer dressed in a heavy armor. After Murphy returned to the human plane, her flesh and blood has been reshaped. At this time, tall and slender legs, Jeana, wearing a light blue dress, pointed to the corridor, hesitantly said: "She-should be over there."
Seeing that Na looked unnatural, Murphy turned his head curiously, and his strength reached the point where he is now. He just glanced at it to understand the reason, and his face also showed some surprise, followed by surprise. ...But then his eyebrows jumped, and he turned slowly, seeing Ashkandi looking at himself meaningfully.
"Irindal is pregnant."
"Cough...this--"
"I didn't say what to do~EbookFREE.me~ Why are you always so nervous?"
Ashcandi stepped forward, reached out and gently adjusted the collar for him, and put the slightly crooked crown into a joke, saying with a joke: "Is it because of these reasons that you don't want to be one A enshrined by people? All day long, entangled with things like this, I think you have a headache."
"Also say me, you also have such qualifications at any time," Murphy smiled, gently raised his hands around Ashcandi's belly that had risen slightly after she became pregnant again, "I don't want to be a high god, I I prefer to sleep peacefully and hug you."
"I'm tired of hearing this," Ashcandi reached out and nodded Murphy's forehead. "To be honest, who do you want to sleep with tonight?"
"I-uh..."
Who on earth is it?
This is actually not important anymore.
Murphy took a deep breath, and indulged in the faint scent of Ashcandi's body thought: This...is the life he wants.