Chapter 1157
Outside the city of Eboden, the main battlefield.
Too many bones have covered the burning battlefield, and the stubble remains, shattered weapons, and armors filled the trenches, which allowed the trenches to ignite a long-lasting fire... Still unable to stop the warriors of both sides from going forward and succeeding. Pour into the battlefield, turning flesh and blood and living life into an unremarkable weight on the scale of war.
Tragic, ruthless, calm, and numb.
The so-called "Battle of Fate", "Battle of Empires"... did not make Brandon feel any thrilling excitement or excitement, only numbness, long, endless numbness.
If there was a trace of blood at the beginning, then when the tragic fight lasted for a few hours, even the blood flowing in the body gradually became cold, and I couldn't even feel any heartbeat.
In the past, when Brandon read that those "ancestors" were expressionless, "decisively" and "calmly" let an army go to the battlefield to die, he imagined these ancestors How tragic the emotions are, and now...
Just now, when a Hundred Men Squad scattered ashes and dispersed smoke that used to protect itself in Duanjieshan, Brandon DeSali Ang didn't feel any mood swings, he even thought he was dead.
Speaking truthfully, he almost feels that he doesn’t care much about winning or losing—following the plan, step by step, and step by step to execute every step he made before the war—in a sense, he’s anxious to lose. Fight, quickly end this numb and cold nightmare.
Death ends all one's troubles when you die, the burden you have to bear in life, the pressure of making accurate judgments quickly under tension all the time... It's hard to die.
Squinting his eyes, Brandon took a deep breath and took a breath of air full of smoke and blood. The hot smell made his body colder.
"When will... after all?"
Emperor Brandon muttered to himself.
"Your Majesty?"
The leader of the night watch hurriedly stepped forward, respectfully.
"It’s nothing, I’m just guessing that the opposite Xiong Yingwang, or the guy named...Rodria Azores, will he be the same as I thought?" Brandon couldn’t help. Cocked the corner of his mouth:
"Waiting for the opponent to make a mistake, waiting for the opponent to play the final trump card first, waiting for the opponent to no longer hold on, waiting for the battle situation to change...In the endless waiting, it becomes impossible Patience, I can’t wait to go into battle and strangle the opponent alive!"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Loren Torino once talked to me , The fairy Prince on the opposite side is a person who treats war as a game-a person who loves games, has excessive persistence and tendency towards victory, and will easily do irrational things."
"Ha! It sounds like something I would do."
Brandon laughed at himself.
"It’s true, but the only difference is that the other party’s doing it is the same as seeking death, while His Royal Highness is the empire’s last trump card... In between, there is as different as heaven and earth."
The night watchman turned around and rounded it up very cleverly.
The most important thing is to dispel Brandon's idea of personally going into battle.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do it myself until I’m a last resort.” Brandon shook the head: “As long as the three giant dragons don’t appear on the battlefield, the opposite Guys will still have scruples-the more crazy the guy, the more afraid of death."
"The most important thing is that I don't believe Loren Torino will disappoint me."
Looking at the emperor's lazily, it seemed as it should be by rights, Edward's eyes couldn't help but twitch-he knew from a long time ago that Brandon, who was crazy in front of him, and always cautious and calm, Even Loren Torino, who feels a little scared of death, is actually a kind of person.
An adventurist who disguises himself with various disguise.
Edward hates adventurists, and even more hates those friends who know he has nothing to do with him, are dangerous and even die, but still have to be friends.
For Edward, who hates trouble, the reason why he is willing to be the leader of the night watch is to use this identity to protect his friends as much as possible, except that he knows too much and needs to try to save his life.
Refusing to compromise, but feeling suppressed, trying to come back from adversity, and eager to win a crushing victory evenly matched... With such an emperor and friends, Edward feels big.
And the thought of Peter Fashar and the secret hidden in him...Edward got even bigger.
Without noticing the rich expression changes of the leader of his night watch, Brandon stared at the direction of Eboden City in a daze.
Be dismissive of life and death, and treat millions of lives and two races, the battle of fate between nations as a game... Rodria Azores is like this, why is he not like this?
Whenever I think about this, Brandon always feels as if he is being manipulated by something... Let the two war game guys become the ruler of Two Great Races and decide their races The future and destiny of...what a joke is actually realized before my eyes.
Brandon firmly believes that the little Prince on the opposite side must have similar ideas to him, just as he is waiting for the success of Loren Torino's plan, he must be waiting too.
"So...what are you waiting for?"
Brandon whispered to himself in a trance.
………………
"What are you waiting for?!"
Isaac desperately clung to the railing in the wind, and Isaac stared wide. Eyes, shouting at the little wizard: "Can I trouble you to aim quickly, otherwise we won't be able to survive this way!"
"Quiet, don't disturb me!"
The little wizard with the same pale complexion gritted his teeth, trying his best to leaning his eyes on the observation mirror.
The whistling air tugged Isaac’s mouth, making the drake voice that was already particularly unpleasant; the entire Floating Void City fluctuated up and down in the squally wind, as if in a raging sea. In a calm boat, "dancing" with the wind.
In this gust of wind and "clouds and mists" there are still countless golden red meteors. Gradually raised from the Jewel River, dozens of dozens of "enthusiasm" pounce on Floating Void City.
Relying on the tactics of perish together, the empire successfully eliminated the Azores fleet and the fleet commander, but this does not mean that the Azores of Eboden have no battleship-from a small ocean-going battleship It is not difficult to transform into an inland river battleship and install a torsion ballista that can fire oil cans and iron crossbows.
Floating Void City has consumed too much inventory due to previous battles, and can no longer come up with any counterattack power.
Fifty meters in the sky above the Gem River, the slow-moving horn fort Floating Void City, under the control of Isaac, does everything possible to flicker and move, but in the face of the stormy stone cannons and iron Crossbow arrows are of no avail.
"Boom————!!!!"
With an explosion, the curse of "Perseverance as Ice" protecting outside the Floating Void City shattered at the sound; splashing flames flew Entering the retaining wall of Floating Void City, there were screams.
"We have to climb, climb! Fifty meters is too low, we will be shot down if we continue this way!"
"no! Absolutely not!"
Isaac, who was still full of horror in the previous second, changed his face the next second and yelled at another wizard who was frightened and stupefied: "Now there are only eight of us running Floating Void City. Once it climbs, it will cost more. Kyauk lightsaber’s formidable power has to be weakened!"
"But, but..."
"No but! Or you want to experience falling from a height I don’t want to-what are you waiting for, Ayin, waiting for us to be beaten down?!"
The little wizard who turned a deaf ear to Isaac's roar, pressed the corners of his mouth tightly, doing everything he could He calmed down, his azure blue eyes kept staring at the battlefield covered in smoke and dust without blinking.
She is also waiting anxiously.
To kill the elf warrior Eugen needs to meet two conditions at the same time-eliminate the void reaction from his body, and then completely wipe out the body with nothing left.
In order to achieve this goal, she must cooperate with the hunter Fiend on the front line. At the moment when the "Dream of Random" opens, she can accurately hit the target, and she must not be avoided or blocked by the opponent. Because most Fiend hunters can't persist in the "Dream of Random" for a long time, the Void Power in Floating Void City also gives her three shots at most.
To do this, it is as difficult as heavenly ascension.
In the face of the almost ominous beast-like warrior Eugen, most Fiend hunters can hardly even get close to the body, and the few elite Fiend hunters who succeed in getting closer are often too late to open the magic array. , Turned into ashes in the flames.
The difference between the strengths of the two sides is too far, no one can stop Eugen who is mad.
This is no longer a "quantity" difference, but a "quality" gap.
The little wizard with eyes close to the "observation mirror" almost watched one after another hunting Fiend disappear into the fire sea-these people almost all studied in the wizard guild in Scarlet Castle Before, she knew most of the people, and there were even names on 2/3/2021, but now...
In just a quarter of an hour, more than a hundred famous hunters Fiend have died 2/3/2021 .
Eugen... unscathed!
The little wizard with his teeth clenched can almost feel the blood dripping from his heart.
"Magic array, start!" Ayin roared with an iron complexion.
Isaac was stunned, and was taken aback by the sudden determination of the little wizard: "You, are you sure?!"
"Start!"
The little wizard repeats gnashing teeth again.
She knew that doing so would add more burdens to the wizards in Floating Void City, and even cause casualties... But even so, she watched people who she knew before die one after another, meaninglessly... …
That's not something Ayn Rand can do, she can't do it.
"Well, since you are so persistent..."
Isaac shrugged, as if he had forgotten that they had only three chances to hit, and looked helplessly around Wizards beckons with the hand:
"Everyone——Magic array, quasi..."
"Boom——!!!!!!"
Voice There was another loud noise before the fall, and the Floating Void City, which was hit by dozens of stone cannons and iron crossbows, shook and shook.
"Magic array, get ready to--!"
Isaac face doesn't change with the bloodshed Isaac face on the wall and climbed up, dusted off the dust on his body, The wand is raised above the head:
"The launcher is activated, and the magic array starts to charge the'Jiao lightsaber'!"
"Adjust the angle, prepare the firing hand, aim!"
"Preparation is complete, launch——!"
"Boom————————————!!!!!!"
White beam stroke Across the sky, sweeping toward the battlefield with the power of destroying heaven extinguishing earth.
When the dazzling rays of light dissipated, Lan Malos and the surviving Fiend hunters stared dumbly at the area just covered by the white light.
Except for an Azores long knife dyed black, nothing is left.
A group of people surrounded it, staring at the broken long knife—not to mention the corpse, there was no dregs left.
The turbulent battlefield was quiet for more than ten seconds...not only the soldiers of Byrne, but even the Azores were stunned, staring incredibly at the person Eugen was standing just now. The land, and the long knife with black smoke.
Could it be that...it's over?
It's that simple?
"No, he's not dead!"
A Fiend hunter suddenly exclaimed, looking towards everyone anxiously: "Master Lu Sien reminded me, must use'喑' Ran Zhi Meng' can completely obliterate his Void Power, otherwise..."
"Boom————!!!!!!"
Golden Red’s rays of light from the blade It burst to the surroundings, and the flames spread to the surroundings like a wave of air; the four Fiend hunters standing in the front row had no time to escape, and were instantly swallowed by the fire.
"aaahhhh——!!!!"
The roaring Eugen leaned a long knife from the fire sea, slowly got up, his gray and blue pupils looked around like ominous beasts , As if looking for prey.
He stared at the up ahead, holding the long spear and the Broken Sword...the only prey who backed away without fear of himself.
The expressionless Lan Malos was stared at and trembled all over, and he couldn't help but spit out self-deprecatingly.
"The Holy Cross...I thought he could live two years longer than the bastard of Regrel."
"aaahhhh——!!!!!!"
The howl of the beast swept away the flames, and he swung the black long knife Eugen into an afterimage and attacked Lanmaros.
"Clang——!"
The sound of the collision of sharp blades burst in his ears, and Lanmalos, who had already closed his eyes and waited to die, was awakened in an instant.
A stalwart silhouette stood in front of him.
The ragged Knight brandished a broken long sword, but stood there like an unshakable Copper Wall Iron Bastion, with his messy hair and dirty robes on his body. Cover the breath of firmness as a peak.
Most importantly, he only has one arm.
With the remaining arms and the broken sword full of gaps, the ragged Knight blocked the raid of ominous beast Eugen.
"You, you are..."
Staring at the other side's profile, Lan Malos vaguely felt as if he had seen this guy somewhere.
But Knight ignored him, his sharp gaze swept towards Eugen’s hideous face, and he whispered: "Holy Cross, your brilliance will illuminate the humble Of us;
Your will will walk on the ground, just like walking on the sky;
May the rays of light shine on the earth, penetrate the darkness and shadows, and let those who do not believe in gods face Hugging and crying;
At that time...
All beings...will praise the name of our Lord loudly!"