However, Wilham was suspended in the sky, and the six wings behind him slowly flashed. He raised the final judgment spear in his hand, and the expression on his face was particularly indifferent. "They were traitors of the Kingdom of Thrace. It was their lifelong honor to be a member of the Holy Guards and sacrifice their souls for the Kingdom! You only need to know - they will become the sharp blades of the Kingdom. As for where this power comes from? That doesn't matter. As long as you can complete the great cause of reviving the Holy Farland, even if you give everything!"
Suddenly, there was an uproar in August City, and people were talking and quarreling.
"How could this happen!"
"That's the power of hell!"
"But your Majesty, we are subjects of the Sun God, how can we join the hell together?" A general who had been stationed in the south for several years stood up and half-kneeled in the direction of the king. "Yes, this is a city of sunrise, a place covered by glory. How can such an evil existence appear?" Tirena waved her wings in the air, lowered her head, and remained silent.
As a duke of God named by Wilham and a well-known confidant, Tirena had known for a long time that the king had signed a contract with Zarrell, but she had no choice.
The general named Clarence stood up with his sword and said with a loud voice: "Your Majesty, I advise you to return to the embrace of the Sun God as soon as possible, and to go to the right path--"
At this moment, he raised his head and faced Wilham's gaze.
Clarence suddenly discovered that Wilham's eyes were particularly cold, with a biting chill, which made him feel like he fell into an ice cave.
What kind of eyes are that!
It is obviously a holy golden pupil, but it is like a vortex of people, as if it wants to attract his soul!
It seemed that Clarence had not truly met this "King of Angels" until this time.
"In the territory of the Holy Farland, my order is the highest will. Do you want to initiate a rebellion? Or even be an enemy of me?"
"No, your majesty, I don't mean that."
Clarence's face turned pale and collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
Wilham looked down at him from a high place, his eyes cold and his voice was as cold as the wind: "When the enemy is in front of us, we must first settle the internal situation. The Holy Guards, clear these traitors!"
"Yes, Your Majesty! Purge the rebels!"
The hell puppets called "Holy Guards" fanned their black wings and swooped over, and the red chains wrapped around Clarence.
Clarence struggled wildly, and the chains burned his body with eye-catching scars. He wailed shrillly: "Your Majesty, don't kill me! I will fight all directions and live and die for more than 20 years!"
However, the emotionless Holy Guards didn't care. They waved their burning swords and slashed Clarence's neck neatly.
"Swish——"
The head rolled on the ground several times until it died, and there was an incredible look on his face.
Clarence never expected that he would be executed so easily as a meritorious general in the south for many years.
There is silence in August City, silent.
Wilham's cold voice echoed over the city: "Did you see clearly? This is the end of the rebels!"
Under the Thracians' attention, Wilham was wearing golden armor and holding a spiral spear, his six wings stretched out, and the light wheel behind his head released thousands of beams of light.
The form of this "King of Angels" is still so sacred and majestic, like the descending sun god, bringing endless light and heat to people.
But those hell puppets with empty eyes and cracks all over their bodies sporting black wings and surrounding Willham, the interweaving of light and darkness, holiness and evil, making the picture a bit weird.
At this moment, a loud roar came from afar, Smaug roared a long neck, and the imperial dragon group made a comeback, and various sub-dragons flapped their wings and rushed towards the city wall like a tide.
Wilham lifted up his spiral spear and roared, "Holy Guards, destroy these blasphemers!"
Before he finished speaking, the group of hell puppets swept into the cluster at an extremely fast speed, forming a mottled torrent in the sky, colliding with the empire's dragon group.
In an instant, the power from Aphras burst out, and the burning hellfire soared into the sky, covering the sky, and countless sub-dragons were burned by the flames and fell to the ground with wail.
"Extinguish the enemy's fire of hope and implement order with an iron fist. The Dragon Lord is above everything else!" Anthony raised his spear, jumped up, and directly pierced the heart of a hell puppet.
The dragon-family holy warriors hit the heavy shield with their long swords, and the sound was shocking. Their extremely firm belief and will once again condensed into a huge red dragon phantom and rushed towards the Holy Guards.
"Roar——"
The phantom of the red dragon sprayed out surging dragon flames, burning several hell puppets to ashes in an instant.
But these guys were fearless and surrounded the red dragon phantom, launched an attack with the power of hell, creating fine wounds on the phantom.
"For Thrace! For Holy Farland!" Tirena raised the long sword of judgment, released a pillar of light that soared into the sky, led the angel gods to join the battle group, and jointly besieged the Red Dragon Phantom with the Holy Guards.
The former Sun God's family and the vanguard of justice who resisted evil forces are now fighting side by side with the puppets of hell, which seems quite ironic.
The situation became increasingly chaotic and disorderly, and even players joined the melee. They either flew with the help of flying skills or jumped up with their powerful physique to hunt down the Holy Guards in the air.
"Bold monster, I can tell at a glance that you are not a human!"
The Great Power Tianlong shouted angrily, and used the city wall as the pedal to jump up to hundreds of meters high.
Immediately, the six-armed monk waved his fists in the air and made a afterimage. His fierce energy knocked a hell puppet out of the air, and his dark feathers flew everywhere.
Iron Frenzy randomly found a larger two-legged flying dragon, and was grabbed and flew into the sky. He pulled the bolt gun with one hand, aimed at the hell puppet in the distance, and tore it apart with a storm of metal shrapnel.
Immediately afterwards, he put the blaster gun back and forth, grabbed the flying dragon's claws, swaying back and forth, and pounced dozens of meters away with his terrible explosive force. The chainsaw sword that rotated at high speed cut a hell puppet from the top of his head in half.
"Boom!"
The Dragon Scale monk pinched the remains of half of the hell puppet and landed on the ground in a chic posture of a hero landing.
"The whole army attacked!"
"Fire!"
At the same time, the imperial armored legion outside the city also made a comeback, with giant armor taking steps, and hundreds of tanks galloping on the wasteland.
Mortars in the distance opened fire together, and the terrifying shells poured onto August's walls like storm. The flames and smoke created by the explosion were about to flood the walls.
The city walls swayed violently, and countless gravels fell.
At this critical moment, General Carlisle, the chief of the third defense zone, suddenly raised his sword and shouted loudly.
"Everyone-we are the proud people of the Sun God, the remnants of the Holy Farland!
We will never join hell, and we will not tolerate the king who is bewitched by the devil to make our relatives and friends--their compatriots into dirty puppets and sell their souls!"
"Carlisle! You are seeking death!"
Wilham's face darkened, his expression became particularly ferocious, and a majestic pressure fell from the sky and swept across. Even if the pressure was lowered, Carlisle struggled to support himself with his will, without bending his knees.
His voice was hoarse, but it was so powerful: "This is not a noble character, it is just a bottom line that a Farlander must have. In order to protect it, I would rather sacrifice my life!"
General Carlisle pointed the tip of his sword at Willham in the sky, his eyes were still exhausted, but he showed unparalleled firmness.
I am here to pronounce the verdict in the name of His Majesty Amanata - the existence who was blinded by the power and introduced into darkness by the devil, and sacrificed his own desires to the people, is no longer worthy of becoming our monarch! ”
He shouted like a martyr, "For Amanata, for the Holy Farland, and for the true light and justice! Attack!"
In an instant, the gate of the third defense zone slowly opened, and thousands of trusted soldiers of General Carlisle raised their weapons and launched an attack on the Holy Guards behind him.
But before the Holy Guards who covered the sky, the powerful and holy king of angels, they were like moths pounced on flames.
But soon, the imperial army poured into August from the gate of the Third Defense Zone, fighting side by side with the rebellious Thracian soldiers, and attacking Wilham in a mighty manner.
"General Carlisle"
"He, has he rebelled?"
But more Thracians stood there, at a loss. They didn't know whether to support the monarch they were loyal to or the general who fought for justice and justice.
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Even Tirena was stunned, and then sighed softly for the old comrade-in-arms.
Looking at the soldiers who turned against each other, Wilham's flawless face twisted, and undepressed anger and endless hatred appeared in the eyes of the Sun Wheel.
"Carlisle, I once valued you like that, but you failed my trust.
Finally, the king took action himself. Wilham waved his six wings and slowly raised the final judge's spear in his hand. The sharp spear tip was covered with golden light and aimed at Carlisle in the distance.
"I will use your body to make everyone in August understand-I am the kingdom, I am Thrace! I am Farland! Anyone who goes against me is dead end! ! "
Before the words were finished, the golden light had condensed into more than twenty-long giant spears in the sky, like a weapon of the gods to judge all living beings.
Faced with the powerful aura that was overwhelmingly oppressing him, Carlisle was panting, his legs trembled, and he supported himself to stand up with all his strength.
He raised his head, a dazzling light reflected in his pupils, but his eyes were not afraid: "Pseudo-King. Your rule will eventually be overthrown by the real sun!"
After hearing this, Wilham's eyes glared angrily, and a hot anger suddenly burst out from his pupils: "I am the real successor of Farland!"
"Boom--"
The thunderous sound resounded through the sky, and the spiral spear in Wilham's hand suddenly pierced out, and the sharp spear tip pierced the space.
The giant spear condensed by golden light fell from the sky and turned into a rainbow light that penetrated the sky. Although it was extremely sacred, it was full of the power of shooting and killing everything.
Just a hundred meters away from the ground, it differentiated into thousands of light spears, occupying the sky densely and shooting towards Carlisle and his confidant army. "I will never succumb to the fake king!" Carlisle shouted loudly and waved his sword with all his last strength.
"Spit——"
The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart was heard.
Carlisle's body stiffened, and his chest was penetrated by a thick spear of light, and a huge hole appeared, even his heart disappeared and was burned into ashes.
He vomited blood in his mouth, and his voice hoarsely left his last words: "Wilham, the real sun will stop you."
Immediately, Carlisle fell to the ground, looking north when he was dying, as if he was about to penetrate the smoke and see the covered sun.
Beside him, the thousands of trusted soldiers all fell to the ground, their chests were pierced, and blood flowed, gathering into a scarlet river.
Killing thousands of people in one blow is the power of the "King of Angels". Seeing such a cruel scene, the Thracian soldiers who were a little shaken before also trembled and put away their thoughts.
"Mortals who overestimate themselves"
Wilham looked at the dead Carlisle coldly, raised the spear of the final judgment, and roared in a suppressed tone: "This is the end of disobeying me!
The people of Thracian, you only need to surrender to me and be loyal to the real sun, and I will lead you to revive the Holy Farland!"
Tilena saw the opportunity and raised her sword and shouted: "Long live His Majesty Wilham! Revive the Holy Farland!"
"Long live Thracian!"
"Long live Thracian!"
"For the Holy Farland!"
Under the pressure of death, the Thracian soldiers also began to cheer, and they rushed to the third defense zone to block the invasion of the imperial army.
But at this moment, a voice came from the horizon.
"Real Sun?
Ha, there is no sun in the Barto Hell, there is only an eternal bloody sky, and you, Wilham, are just a poor worm controlled by Zarrell."
"Who? Who dares to offend me so much!" Wilham's face became fierce again.
He looked north angrily, but his expression suddenly became frightened and surprised, as if he had seen something that should not appear in the world. "No, this is impossible, this is impossible!" Wilham kept shaking his head and muttering to himself.
"What is that?"
"Look!"
"This is the sun? It's obviously night now, how can there be a sun? Could it be that His Amanata is coming down?"
The Thracian soldiers were talking noisily, looking towards the north curiously.
I saw the sky in the distance suddenly lit up, and the sky curtain was like lit filthy paper. Thousands of light sprinkled on the earth, dispersing the smoke and thick fog that enveloped the sky.
The strong sunlight shone on people, making them feel a long-lost warmth all over their bodies, as if they had returned to the former Sun God Festival. Even the soil became dry, and wisps of water vapor and white smoke rose from the earth. .
These Thracians felt incredible that they had not enjoyed such sunlight for years.
Could it be that the Sun God has really come to the world? Or is a miracle coming?
The people all raised their heads and saw an extremely hot and dazzling sun hanging in the high sky in the north.
In front of the sun, an extremely huge red dragon like a mountain hovered in the sky, slowly waving its wings, as if he was carrying and holding the sun.
The red dragon's body was covered with a layer of sacred and blurred golden light, releasing an extremely majestic dragon power, making people unable to help but feel the urge to surrender.
"The hell is this."
"Amanata is above."
The Thracians looked at the dragon and sun in the sky, and were stunned and unbelievable. There was a storm in their hearts. (This chapter ends)