Chapter 135

On March 17, 1457, the star meteorite calendar, the renwal mountains, was full of wind and rain.

A steady drizzle penetrated the shadow world and landed at lakstark fortress, cleaning the turbid air and collapsed chaotic buildings.

The extreme darkness is scattered, and a faint falling light is like a banner of victory, flying above the sky.

Everything is over. In front of the blood red stone platform, the broken steel throne is silent.

The last struggle of the abyss channel was useless. Without the assistance of the abyss Lord, its power began to shrink slowly, vaguely reluctant and greedy.

(Stewart is like the positioning of the abyss of original sin. Once Stewart dies completely, it will lose the coordinates of invasion, and the energy swallowing Stewart is just an instinctive reaction of the abyss. After all, the flavor of legend is quite rare, which can also see the characteristics of the abyss, chaos and evil.)

The dark green data link converged his eyes. Modrian shook his head slightly and woke up. He didn't expect that the abyss demon Stewart was playing the trick of soul plundering. He is worthy of being a legendary demon known as the soul controller.

Unfortunately, unlike ordinary aristocratic lords, he not only has two heroes under his command - the Yi of the hammer · Bobby and the Lord of the shadow stream · rob, but also has systematic care.

Death smiled at Stewart, so victory belonged to him.

"So now, we have to find out how those people entered lakstark fortress and which forces they belong to." modrian turned to look at another group of people who survived in the inner hall, and the other party was looking at this side carefully and vigilantly.

It is clear that the common threat has been eliminated, but the fruits of victory are not yet ready to enjoy.

"Snow and ice temple, the God of snow and ice storm!" modrian half narrowed his eyes and felt a slight wave in his heart.

If the abyss demon didn't lie, he could probably confirm the foundation of these people in front of him.

These people should come from the eilanfaro Empire, a strong enemy in the north of stoke kingdom. No, they should be said to be mortal enemies!

The hatred of the ten-year patriotic war still hangs over the northern part of stoke kingdom. Hundreds of thousands of Kingdom soldiers stationed at the gate of sorrow are the best proof.

"So, is the aranfaro Empire ready to carve out a road to the stoke kingdom from the renwal mountains? Bypass the gate of sadness." modrian's thoughts soared. Only the people who appeared in the fortress made him extremely vigilant.

Especially the Templar mentioned by the Lord of the abyss, he still remembers the terrible power that erupted. He is definitely a strong knight with terrible strength.

"It's just why they appear here. If they open up a road, shouldn't they directly cross lakstark fortress? Rather than explore it."

Once this very elite team enters the territory radiated by tunwobao, it will definitely have a great impact and even cause other riots.

After all, dreus, they had just defeated the army of the aristocratic League. If he faced the invasion of this team, he couldn't imagine the final result. (modrian can know the damage of noxas soldiers through the battle damage report provided by the system.)

"Sorry, partner! This is my territory. The most important thing is that the existence of lakstark fortress cannot be known by outsiders, at least not now!" modrian restrained other emotions and looked coldly at the visitors from the eilanfaro empire.

Whether he is a pioneering knight, about to open up a territory belonging to capital, or his current identity, as well as his future development plan, everything is closely related to stoke kingdom.

So

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, when both were weak, modrian took the lead in attacking.

"Charge!"

"Trample!"

The Raptor's cloak lifted a purple glow again, and modrian ran forward with a gray shield, aiming at the Blue Knights.

The shadow flow disciples who followed turned into shadows and dissipated. A sharp sword suddenly stabbed the wary military flag from different directions. At this moment, the invisible confrontation bloomed in the inner hall of the palace.

Boom!

The gray gun tore the nothingness. Modrian's face was cold and his killing intention was not disguised. His wrist shook. The gun tip accurately pierced each other's neck, and the red blood was a little bright.

With his luxurious equipment, his strength has crushed these Blue Knights. Almost no one can take over his attack and start the red prelude to killing.

......................

On the other side, in front of the collapsed bloody stone platform, the broken Dharma array firmly blocked the abyss channel with the existing brilliance, and the sulfur like abyss breath slowly drifted away.

Seeing modrian, Bobby took back his eyes and looked at the Templar of the snow temple in front of him. He was very alert and clenched the hammer of Oren with both hands.

Philan baras, who took everything into his eyes, showed a bitter smile. He didn't expect such an unexpected situation, such as the abyss channel, legendary demons and unknown forces in lakstark fortress, because of the instructions of the bishop who left.

The silver sword burned the power of the ice storm again, and he didn't dare to keep it, because the human assassin who hanged the legendary devil disappeared again.

"I'm sorry." Phelan baras looked at the struggling snow knight in the distance, with a trace of shame on his pale face.

The blue cold seemed to be twining and engraved with many Dharma patterns at his feet, which spread from his legs to his body and head in the blink of an eye.

The blue light condensed, and philan baras gasped. He looked at Bobby and the robber who appeared behind him and said solemnly.

"The snow and ice temple is not thoughtful this time, but I remember you. I look forward to meeting you next time. I will take down your head and hang it in front of the temple."

Phelan baras seemed to remember the figure of Bobby and rob. His brown hair fell on his forehead and his pupils were full of their figures.

Then, the blue light suddenly bloomed and wrapped the figure of Phelan baras, as if to cross the distance of space and tear out the transparent wall of nothingness.

"Want to go?" the robbed figure emerged from the shadow, and the eyes under the black armor showed a faint killing intention, as well as a trace of hidden weakness.

[profound meaning of shadow! Blades]

The sword in the dark hand mixed with the power of the shadow, like a mysterious meteor in the night, stabbed far towards philan baras.

The shadow gathered at the top of the blade whirled rapidly, tore out a clear trace, and then fiercely hit the blue light.

Uh huh!

In the next moment, the blue figure disappeared, leaving only a sound of painful struggle, as well as the solidified frost with the color of blood, indicating the traces that once existed.