Chapter 689 Thrace's Defense
"Your Majesty, please rest assured that we have strengthened our guards in border cities such as Leon City, Carrell City, and Wellingster City in the north. We will never let those imperial people take advantage of the situation." The mage knelt on one knee and said with some trepidation.
"Waste!"
A roar shook the hall.
On the Golden Throne, Wilham's handsome face was covered with ferociousness, and the wings behind him were waving, and an uncontrollable anger burst out from his sacred golden eyes.
"That evil dragon dared to project the illusion of blasphemy into my airspace! Now panic spread like a plague, and the foolish people rushed to the southern provinces like frightened deer. Even the Dazhong in the royal city could not be suppressed and fled. Steps! ”
The golden scepter slammed heavily on the ground, and the splashing sparks reflected in the king's angry pupils: "And you lazy people wearing the sun robe, have you even the spells that dispel illusions were burned by the dragon flames? >
Tell me, the Kingdom offers hundreds of thousands of gold coins to support you Arcane Legions every year - what is the use? ! ”
"Bang!"
He stretched out his hand, and a dazzling golden light swept across the hall, causing the mage to fly backwards and hit the exquisitely carved pillar behind him, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out from his mouth.
If it weren't for the strong protection of Oulukfa balls behind him, the mage would probably die in the hall on the spot, and at least ended up shattering all over his body.
The mage reluctantly opened his eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gasped softly, "Your Majesty, the evil dragon projected not only magical images, but a creation containing the origin of the terrifying fire element.
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Our illusionist wizards rashly approached, but were killed on the spot. The twelve great masters of the sculpting power teamed up to barely eliminate them. ”
Several mages behind him walked forward tremblingly and explained in a low voice: "Your Majesty, we have really put our best efforts."
They knew that although His Majesty Wilham looked glamorous and seemed to have recovered his power as a "Son of Demigod", his mind became even more cruel and violent.
It was common for ministers to die in the hall, and the maids were even used to cleaning up blood and brains splashing on the walls.
Therefore, these mages who come to meet will prepare triggering and protective spells in advance to prevent themselves from dying in the king's rage - after all, there have been too many precedents.
Wilham glanced at them coldly, without saying anything more, but turned his eyes to the generals in armor.
General Dares, who was standing in the forefront, immediately walked forward, knelt carefully in front of the throne, and whispered: "Your Majesty, your Holy Cult Army shows its power on the battlefield on the southern front, so that Casand's Force Day The festival retreated and had retreated south of the Carson Mountains.
Our Kingdom of Thrace is about to take back the Holy City and get back the Supreme Crown of Holy Farland. ”
Wilham nodded slightly, the anger in his golden eyes gradually calmed down, and a smile appeared on the flawless face: "It's just like something.
Remember, our Thrace Kingdom is the only successor of the Holy Farland, and I am the orthodox and only Holy Farland Emperor.
As for my brother, fine blood beads appeared in Wilham's golden eyes, and some strange and cold light surged out: "It's just a blasphemer who was blinded by power. One day, I will He cut off his head with his own hands and paid homage to the Father with the blood of the blasphemer.
Do you all know? "The cold eyes swept across everyone in the hall, causing them to feel cold behind their backs and their bodies to tremble, as if they were brushed by invisible claws.
"Oh, of course, you are the only Emperor Farland!" The general who knelt in front lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.
As the king's confidant, he knew very well that under the king's glamorous and demigod-like appearance, there was a soul that was extremely dirty and twisted by hell.
This general had seen the hideous face that the king inadvertently showed. If the clever cover of the illusion was removed, the king's true face would probably be more shocking than he had imagined.
The ministers behind him all agreed: "You are the real Emperor Farland!"
"The Kingdom of Thrace is the orthodox Farland!"
"The blasphemers of Casander and Seleucid will eventually be destroyed! And His Majesty Wilham will ascend to the throne!" The ministers in the hall rushed to express their loyalty, fearing that it would be too late.
After all, His Majesty the King may not have noticed who expressed his loyalty, but he will definitely notice who did not show his loyalty. The former Minister of Finance was sentenced to death by the king because he was often taciturn.
Wilham's mouth curled up in an exaggerated curve, and an extremely strange smile appeared on his face, as if he had been chiseled out of a wooden mask, looking a little stiff.
He bent down, patted the shoulder of the general who was so scared that he dared not move, and ordered: "Carlisle, you did a good job in the south. Now I order you to be fully responsible for the border defense work in the north, and don't let those imperial people appear in me Can you do it on the land? ”
"Of course, Your Majesty! With your famous Holy Sect Army, those imperial people are not worth mentioning at all!" Carlisle replied quickly.
Wilham laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's of course. Only as the orthodox heir can I train an army of the divine legion comparable to my father!"
"Of course, your majesty, we are all waiting for the moment when you ascend to the throne and recast the glory of Farland."
Although the words are full of praise, Carlisle is very clear about the essence of those "Holy Cult Army". These guys seem to be angels with wings on their backs and are holy and majestic, but in fact they are the depraved half of the contract with hell. devil.
But now in it, Carlisle cannot break free. In order to show his loyalty to the king, as a paladin who believes in Armanata, he even signed a contract with a notorious devil.
"Holy Sun God, I hope to forgive my sins." Carlisle lowered his head and thought silently in his heart.
The gilded dome still reflected the bright light, and the crystal chandeliers shone the minister's embroidered ribbon and the general's silver scale armor.
Above the throne, the king wearing the crown of holy thorns held a golden scepter, and the wings behind him were spotless, as if bathed in eternal holy light.
But under the eyes of True Vision, this place is already a terrifying scene like purgatory, with twisted symbols smeared with blood everywhere.
"Dang--"
Suddenly the bell rang out, hundreds of white shadows broke through the painted dome, their stretched wings obscured half of the sky, and the hymns and swords intertwined into a trembling music.
But for some reason, with the wings blowing, the feathers stained with blood fell from the sky, emitting a pungent fishy smell, which quickly burned after touching the ground.
"That's the Holy Cult Army?" The tavern owner's Adam's apple rolled hard, and his turbid pupils reflected the blood-stained feathers.
The blacksmith used his bandaged hands to draw circles on his chest: "May the brilliance of the sun bless Thrace."
Outside the hall, hundreds of "angels" rose up at the air under the command of the king and flew towards the north in groups. People in the city looked up one after another, and their eyes were filled with respect and admiration, but the depths of their pupils also showed inexplicable fear.
But those.
Is it really an angel?
Many speculations emerged in people's minds, but no one dared to say it. After all, the king's personal guards would appear anytime and anywhere, locking those "slanderers" into a dark dungeon.
In the past year, there have been too many strange things happening in August City. Twisted and weird symbols on the walls can be seen everywhere, hundreds of people have disappeared one after another, and painful wails often come at night.
The missing woman was found in the sewer and was peeled and hung in the air. The bloody scene made everyone shocked.
But the guards of the kingdom ignored this. Not only did they not find out the situation, they also strictly prohibited all residents from discussing these strange things, and even locked people who spread the news privately into the dungeon.
Almost all residents are in unspeakable fear and panic, but they seem to suffer from collective aphasia and can only think about it in their hearts. There are many people who commit suicide because they cannot bear the pressure.
August, the former "Sunrise City", now seems to have become a huge and gloomy prison cell.
The Ashes Empire, the Great Wilderness of Anzeta, the top of Dragon Blood Mountain.
The fog of sulfur slowly evaporated on the mountain, and the huge figures rose and fell in the fog, and Mars burst out from all over their bodies, like a living volcano.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
——That is the emperor of the Ashes Empire, the co-lord of the Anzeta Wilderness, the Ugo Prairie, and the Northern Essel Plain, Kesius, who are also regarded as nightmare by major forces.
In Kesius's claws was a trembling blood-colored light - the divine power plundered from Gewush's hands.
In front of the Red Dragon, there were more than a dozen human-shaped corpses, all of which were ferocious and their bodies were burnt black.
"Give it to me! Please!"
"Please, Your Majesty Caesus, give it to me! As long as you give it to me, even one percent of it, I will be your most loyal slave!"
The heart-wrenching howl came from Dragon Blood Mountain, like the pleading of an unreasonable addict - it was the chaotic evil eyes shouting, and just hearing this sound was enough to make ordinary people completely crazy.
"Haha, give the orcs the divine power to an evil thing that was born from Gewush's body. Are you treating me as a fool?"
As soon as Kathus grabbed his right claw, the chains under the ground tightened suddenly, making a rustling sound. Rolling dragon flames rushed from all directions, burning the body of Chaos Evil Eyes.
A miserable wail came from the ground, but Kesius's tone was still cold: "Ivenis, stop pretending to be crazy and stupid to test my bottom line. This is not interesting, it will only make me more impatient.
Have you ever heard a proverb: Never provoke an angry red dragon? If you really angered me, even I don't know what I would do. ”
"Boom!"
The dragon flames underground became even more fierce, and the tongues of fire gushed out from the cracks of the rocks, as if they were to burn everything.
The crackling sound of the object being burned appeared, and then Chaos begged for mercy weakly with his squint eyes: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Caesus, I will never dare to do it again. If you can get divine power from my body, it has proved your power. ”
Kesius glanced at it coldly, then snapped his fingers with his dragon claws, weakening the flames that burned evil eyes underground, keeping it in a half-dead state without losing its will.
Under Chaos's squinted eyes, he grabbed the blood-colored ball of light: "Tell me, Ivenis, how should I create a subspecies of orc who are loyal to myself."
Kesius was quite envious of the green-skinned orc who had terrifying reproduction ability and amazing growth rate, and wanted to build his own orc legion.
To this end, Kessus combined the blood of the dragon blood and the blood of the Earthly Dragon Beast into a body, and imparted the soul with the divine power of the "orcs" realm, and experimented several times in succession.
But every time the orcs created would treat Cathus as enemies, and rushed towards him frantically, and finally burned into charcoal by the flames bursting out from the surface of the scales.
Chaos Evil Eye said carefully: "His Majesty Kathus, my body possesses the racial priest of [Orcs] and controls the laws of the origin of blood. All orcs born in the multiverse will be imprinted by him from their birth. br>
Now you have become His enemy, and no matter what method you use, as long as you create orcs, it will have a natural hatred towards you, which cannot be changed unless my body is personally lifted”
"Damn old green skin, he is so domineering." Kesius cursed in his heart, but he also envied the other party's authority as the racist god.
In the multiverse, any orc born will be branded with the other party, and cannot be changed or violated. What kind of power is that!
The incarnation of Geus, who had fought with Kesius before, probably did not even have one percent of his original body's strength, but he could easily seriously injure the Red Dragon and even threaten his life several times.
This is the difference between gods and ordinary things, it is like a natural barrier.
As the Third Era gradually approaches its end, the diaphragm of the main material plane will become fragmented in the catastrophes. At that time, the gods will walk on the earth in their true bodies like in ancient times!
And the urgency in Kesius's heart became stronger and stronger. He must obtain power comparable to a god as soon as possible, otherwise the ending would be extremely miserable!
Chaos Evil Eye saw the red dragon in deep thought, and took the opportunity to say pleasingly: "Since this group of divine power is not very useful to you, you might as well give it to me. As a part of the former Gewushi, I can exert it."< br>
"Boom!"
The cracked rock closed again, and the flames underground became more vigorous. The ancient evil creature screamed in the blazing flames, and the black mist condensed from hatred emanated from his pupils was quickly burned to pieces.
More red chains were wrapped around, tying Chaos's slanted eyes, three layers inside and three layers outside, almost completely wrapping it.
"Well, to be safe, I have to strengthen the seal every time I come back in the future. I can't leave this guy with a chance."
Looking at the completely closed Dragon Blood Mountain, Kesius tried his best to mobilize the power of the [Empire Realm] in his body and thought in his heart.
"In addition, it's time to meet the three kingdoms in front." The red dragon stood on the top of Dragon Blood Mountain, spreading its broad wings, looking south, and glimmered in the pale golden pupils of the lava ball.
(This chapter ends)