Vol 6 Chapter 179

Instaron shuddered: "This is a decisive battle ... The Empire has invested so many troops in the south, but Your Majesty never told us ..."

"what does she say?"

"There is at least one-third of the empire's strength here," Instaron clenched his fists and snarled. "What would happen to Faenza and Cruz if these legions came together?"

"Look there." Targus stepped up, pointing in one direction.

"The banner of the dead moon," the motor's future star suddenly felt the world turning: "Your Majesty!"

Brando pursed his lips tightly, this was undoubtedly a decisive battle, and now Elluein ’s biggest enemy, the Empire of the Dead Moon was about to lose in this battle; but there was no feeling of joy in his heart, Feeling only deep fear, he looked at the sea shining with purple light, looking at the Saumir crystals falling from the clouds, his heart was cold.

Is this the war between undead and crystal clusters?

The scale of this war has surpassed that of the oblique forest battles in later generations, and has surpassed the Westphalia War of the Year of the Spark. Only when he fought in the Alkash Mountains before crossing, can it be compared with it.

But the dying moon empire that seemed so powerful as to be unmatched was in such a crucial war that it was uncontested to lose. In his eyes, a banner representing the legion number was disappearing in the ocean.

That represents not only the defeat of the undead, but also the withered petals of the black rose of Bromanta. If Madara loses one-third of his military power here, it is still unknown whether the empire can be maintained.

Not to mention that the crystal clusters will stop the northward pace?

Hard to say

What the **** is going on?

Brando couldn't help but ask himself, he didn't know if in the previous life, the Empire of the Dead Moon had also experienced such a fierce war in the south. Because the southern part of the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon was the player's restricted area at that time, His Majesty the Emperor explicitly prohibited any nobles from the north from entering the south, and the players were naturally the same.

No one knows whether the war in the southern Empire was fierce or moderated, whether it was a local conflict or a full-scale battle, and Brando could not remember whether His Majesty was in the state of perpetual death when the Black Rose War broke out. This was Eruin. The sad part of the war in Alluin. Can't even attract the attention of the emperor.

"This is the war between the world of order and dusk. Brando, no one can stay out of it."

White mist jumped off from Metissa's shoulder and fell to his feet. Watch this scene.

Brando turned his head and found everyone seemed to be in magic, staring blankly at the scene. Some of them came from Jiufeng, and behind them was a strong empire, and some came from Rubik. The desert kingdom, although not as glorious as Cruz or Madara, has a long history.

There are also some from his territory, from the small country of Eruin. Except for Mattissa, most people have never seen such a magnificent war in their lives. Although Delphine has seen the Empire and Hazel in person Battle of the army of constructs in the Grey Cloaks.

However, the battle took place in the Grey Clothing Valley, and the battlefield was less than ten kilometers wide. Compared with the current battle, it was like a kid playing. Even Blanc. The battle was reflected in his eyes, and his mood was surging.

The jihad sixty years ago seemed to reappear before his eyes.

The strength of the Empire of the Death Moon is beyond everyone's expectations. The eight large-scale army groups will almost make the Cruzs feel self-defeating, not to mention that this is only one-third of all its power. For the same reason, almost all their powers have never been gathered.

The Dark Lords fought against each other, if not for the appearance of the Mercury Staff, a rare and powerful kingdom. The endless obscurity in the internal consumption is almost necessary.

But those who are not there are always indulged in the glory of the empire's past, like Delphien, like Blank. Never thought that outside the human world, there would be power no less inferior to the four temples.

That is the black rose of Bromanto.

Except for Brando, no one knows this secret, not because he can't understand it, but because arrogance and arrogance have blinded most people's eyes.

But right now, this powerful enemy. But it is being crushed by an army completely alien to this world. Its enemies, as if without wisdom, only knew how to embrace and swallow everything, and then the dying moon empire was defeated.

Defeated completely.

Everyone heard the sound of something broken. It was a countdown to the destruction of the original order and the power of disorder and chaos in the civilized world.

Adeni looked pale, as if thinking of something.

Instaron and Targus said nothing, the former still clenched his fists.

Huang Huo bit his lower lip, and Mr. Liu looked dignified.

Brando looked thoughtfully.

But at this time, a few light spots suddenly flashed across the sky, and a few interlaced golden threads stretched from there without knowing, and instantly penetrated the entire battlefield.

Leviathan in the middle of the clouds.

When Brando looked up suddenly, the dazzling fire had exploded in midair in the middle of the battlefield.

It was a flare brighter than the sun. Several roaring fireballs were burning in the battlefield sky. The dazzling light made the entire battlefield light dimmed, as if from a day to a night.

But the vision only appeared for a moment.

The mushroom cloud has risen with countless smoke and dust. The shock wave pushed the cloud of dust rolling in, brushing into the forest, and then tons of dust and debris swept across.

Brando responded very quickly. He stretched out his hand and pushed forward to open a net of space law, blocking all the dust and air waves, but even so, the mask was bent in a terrible amount. The impact is far greater than that of the previous clusters.

"What's wrong?" Someone shouted in the roar of an explosion.

But the loud voice drowned his question, and at the same time drowned other people's answers.

Brando's mind flashed the thought: Is there a third party on the battlefield?

Is it a reserve of Madara or an ally of the undead?

He looked back at Instaron, but the latter was as dazed as Targus's face, and they had never seen such an offensive and means.

Is this magic?

Brando always felt a little familiar. He was wondering if the Bugatians would participate in the war. For the silver people, this was very likely, because their opponent was the Dragon of Twilight after all.

The dust quickly dissipated.

Someone screamed immediately: "Look over there!"

Brando looked in that direction, only to see a cloud of white mist rising over the horizon, and a cloud of white mist rising up to tens of feet in the mist, as if there were thousands of horses, are gathering.

That's the nameless.

Where they are ...

Brando's heart tightened a little. He saw the rows of fog in the fog holding lances, wearing armor, and riding on a steed of clouds. The unidentified knight was walking out of the clouds:

They are in line.

The knights of the unknown lost their expressions and said nothing. A knight in a cloak and a crown above his head drove past the left and right knights. He held a long sword, and the translucent tip seemed to reflect The sun's rays.

"That's the predecessor, Eke ..." Blanc called suddenly, in shock.

Brando saw it too.

That is the Lionheart Holy Sword.

That scene seemed to coincide with each other thousands of years ago.

Above the plain, the flags shone, and the knights wore helmets and spears, and they lined up against each other, facing the Cruzers' heavy cavalry.

The man was in front of them and shouted to them:

"Eruin, my knights, are you afraid?"

There was only one answer.

...

"They are here again, Your Majesty."

A pale, slender hand slowly lowered the silver stalk, and she looked at the battlefield silently.

"That was our hero who slept in the long river of history. The sages have long since passed away, but they still shelter us, Isaac Qing, do you still think that this war can only be faced by us alone?"

"But I don't understand, Your Majesty, who are they?"

Tankou, the Highest, holding a mercury staff, said the name in an almost inaudible voice:

"Land Army."

A series of pale knights were pacing out of the clouds, the long guns were like forests, the tip of the guns were shining with dazzling light, and in their memories of sleeping for thousands of years, the only answer haunted their minds like a ghost. within.

What's that answer?

The horses started to accelerate, trotting on the battlefield, the knights held their heads up, and the gun tips were discharged in a row.

There was a white wave on the battlefield. They were galloping and engulfed with the force of thousands of horses. These knights, their faces are blurred, their bodies are illusory, and each face represents a profound memory during their lifetime. In the past, The present and the future are intertwined in their eyes.

They have no name, they have lost their nationality, and they no longer belong to any nation or race. Everything in their lifetime, together with their past, seems to have disappeared with the cloud of smoke.

And everything else.

Only exists for this answer.

The undead left wing stagnates instantly, and a pale cold light blade appears on the battlefield. It passes across the broad ground and cuts diagonally into the purple ocean.

Boom with it.

Brando looked back at that moment.

"We also participate in the war."

"Lord Lord, what do you say?" Meditis asked in surprise.

"Madala can't lose this war," Brando said to Metisha, "just like the decisive battle that humans can't lose on the Great Plains, Odin gave us a choice. Now we must Give him an answer. "

This answer has been waiting for a thousand years.

It was a long time.

But the four sages finally returned everything to the hands of those who should decide it. At that moment, Brando suddenly understood the meaning of the Most Holy One.

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The rusty clockwork is resetting.

…… (To be continued.)