When the king of the saints charged against the demonic tide, the light of the only palace in the Gobi desert was taken away.
A pair of white wings behind Angel flapped gently, causing her to stop in mid-air above the palace.
The poisonous sunlight that could sting the skin of ordinary people shone on Angel's body, turning her blond hair into a light gold and blazing white color.
Her blond hair is still dazzling, no different from before, but above her blond hair, the crown studded with precious stones and pearls has been replaced by a heavy stone crown.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
Angel can bear the weight of the crown, but cannot bear the pain of separation.
When she saw His Majesty Wen Yan, Archbishop Kaka, General Ronaldo and many other familiar people gathered on the outer city wall from a distance, Angel's fingers and toes stuck together uncontrollably, competing with each other.
The crudely built city wall was just a symbolic mark marking the city's territory. It could only block the fleeing Mongolian refugees, but it could not stop the evil tide that swept away all living beings.
Therefore, if you want to defend the empire, you cannot wait for the demonic tide on the city wall, but you must launch a counterattack towards the demonic tide, and use your minions, swords, and bodies to intercept the demonic tide monsters outside the city wall.
The distance from the outer city wall to the expected battle point is only a few dozen kilometers, a distance that a short-range artillery shell can hit, but it is called an imperial expedition because all those who set off will leave here and never return.
Angel didn't know whether the tears in her eyes were secreted by tear glands or emotions. She only knew that humans would call this sadness crocodile tears. She only knew that she couldn't shed tears, even if no pair of eyes were watching her.
From the moment she put on the stone crown, she was the emperor and king of the Holy Clan. She could only be as tough and domineering as His Majesty, and would never let the mark of the weak creep onto her cheeks.
Legend has it that Tai'anai was a famous sword made by Ou Yezi and Qianjiang, the two originators of swords during the Warring States Period.
Legend has it that the State of Jin launched an unjust war and attacked the State of Chu in order to seize this sword. The capital of the State of Chu was besieged by a large army for three years. The food and grass in the city were exhausted and it was in danger. Faced with Jin's ultimatum, the King of Chu would rather die than give in. He decided to go to the city in person, hold Tai'a in hand, and kill the enemy with the Chu soldiers. At dawn the next day, I saw Jin's troops and horses covering the sky and the sun, while the capital of Chu was like a lonely boat in the vast ocean. The King of Chu held Tai'a in his hand and drew his sword out of its sheath, only to see the awe-inspiring sword energy, flying sand and rocks, and then the three armies were defeated, and the soldiers Bewildered, bleeding for thousands of miles, ferocious beasts look to Europe, rivers ripple, and the heads of Jin and Zheng turn white.
Legend has it that Tai'a is a sword of majesty. Its surface sharpness has nothing to do with its power. The inner majesty is the real power. It was precisely because the King of Chu was still unyielding in adversity that he could inspire Tai'a's sword energy and command the three armies.
How similar is this Chinese legend to the current situation of the empire and the saints?
Perhaps, when the Yuanjiang faction elder asked His Majesty to name him, His Majesty had already foreseen this day.
But in order to save the fate of the Holy Clan, His Majesty did not fight against his own fate.
In this case, since His Majesty supported Tai'a when he went to war, now that he holds the power, he must be a qualified king!
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"Commanders, follow me to meet the enemy!"
The sound of the order resounded inside and outside the city wall, lingering in the ears of the imperial subjects. Before the saints standing on the city wall took off, Wen Yan's figure had disappeared.
When he appeared again, he was already thousands of meters away.
A three-foot-high sand pillar rose from the ground, which was the gravel stirred up after Wen Yan stepped on the sand.
The next moment, a shock wave faintly visible to the naked eye spread through the air, causing the pressure, density, and temperature of the air at the city wall to rise suddenly even from thousands of meters away. However, this time it was formed when Wen Yan entered the supersonic flight state. The shock wave surface (sound cone) has exceeded the hearing range of the human ear. In addition, due to weather reasons, no water vapor condensation cloud was produced when the sound barrier was broken. Therefore, only the saints knew that their king was traveling at a speed far exceeding the speed of sound. , rushing towards the demonic tide composed of countless monsters.
Without much hesitation, the saints on the city wall put aside their disguises as normal humans and showed their original forms. They followed Wen Yan in their fastest way, flying, jumping, sprinting or hiding. The road we have trodden, heading towards the battlefield.
The sight of the Saint Clan's entire army assaulting them made every participant deeply feel an unprecedented trembling feeling that reached their sanity. This feeling, which humans call blood boiling, drove them to keep moving forward. , wishing he could vent it out on the enemy immediately. However, for a period of time before bringing death or embracing death, they can only act as spectators.
At the front of the charging queue, Wen Yan held the Tai'a giant sword, leading with one horse and one thousand with one horse.
The demonic tide monster that first encountered Wen Yan was the outermost and weakest creature in the demonic tide. Wen Yan only had to raise his arm slightly, and Tai'a's giant sword could rely on its terrifying speed to hit the monster. The first wave was chopped into powder.
The sword light was dazzling, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, Wen Yan was alone facing the demonic tide, but he was able to crush the enemy a hundred times. Wherever the sword pointed, the demonic tide was divided into two. Anyone who dared to test the sword with his own body would be killed. No life.
One wave after another was easily smashed into pieces, so that the spectators had the illusion that the demon wave was actually very weak, but this was an illusion after all. When the Saint Vanguard Army came to Wen Yan's side, they happened to witness the start of the war. The death of the first high saint.
Tai'a can transform into a sword, but it does not mean that he becomes a dead thing after transforming. Every time Wen Yan swings the giant sword, he consumes Tai'a's life force, and with Tai'a's strength, he can only persist. Half a moment.
Half a moment later, when Wen Yan swung his sword again, a wave of air divided the giant spiders in front of him, and then the Tai'a giant sword was like a popsicle melting on a hot summer day, with large areas of tissue falling off.
The shed muscle tissue accumulated on the ground like blood-red wet mud. When only half of the sword's spine was left, the flesh and blood on the ground condensed into an outline, with Tai'a's face faintly visible in the center.
Wen Yan loosened his fingers and threw the remaining sword spine into the pool of flesh and blood at his feet. After retracting the sword spine, Tai'a's body had a support, and he was finally able to regain his human form and stand upright with difficulty. But at this time, Tai'a had lost all his strength. With all the fighting power, even a newly transformed saint can fight against him.
"Have you thought about your last words?" Wen Yan stood on the rock surrounded by monsters, looking at Tai'a calmly, patiently waiting for him to leave his last words, and ignoring the monsters around him as if they were nothing.
"Your Majesty, please grant me death." Tai'a knelt down again, leaned over and rested his forehead on Wen Yan's feet. Wen Yan raised her leg, thought for a moment, then put it down again. She slowly bent her knees, put her fingers together, and placed her palm on the back of Tai'a's head. With a slight shock, she shattered the holy core in Tai'a's brain.