Chapter 677

Hearing that Sauron invited rambonis and the subordinates of the old head to the palace for a brief discussion, mendelsa raised his eyebrows and said, "Lord Sauron, that's me!"

"Bishop, you don't have to. I think they are more competent in marching and fighting." Sauron refused impolitely.

What else mendrisa wanted to say, rambonis stopped him and said in a deep voice, "don't worry, I'll avenge habes for you!"

Mendriza nodded heavily and said nothing more. Sauron looked at him and smiled coldly. Then he winked at wither. The leader of the guard didn't know that Sauron's palace had become a magic cave, but he also knew that there were some unusual things in it. As for what was unusual, he naturally wouldn't spend too much time exploring it. Now Sauron's eyes are not good. Naturally, he won't make any good ideas.

Hearing the stringed song, wither knew his elegance. He immediately nodded, put on a respectful expression and said, "Mr. rambonis, please follow me."

After the bloody Knight rambonis left, the atmosphere in the conference hall eased. Mendriza retreated wisely and waited for the fainting ministers to wake up before the meeting could continue. However, the content of the next meeting was somewhat poor, bypassing mendeliza's revenge for his son habes, and the agenda was only carried out according to the previous links.

Only one thing is strange, that is, the odesson family did not make any comments at the whole meeting, even if they were as angry as mendeliza some time ago. So Sauron began to feel sleepy in his ordinary reports, and didn't cheer up until the affairs on the side of the Knights.

In the knights, a tall and handsome figure came into Sauron's eyes. That was yafeidi, the "blood stained rose" of the 11th regiment. The appearance of the regiment leader was recognized as the most handsome among the Knights. With long water blue hair, yafeidi's skin is so white that it seems that water will overflow when pressed. His eyes are like running water with yafeidi's graceful appearance. A casual stop will make some aristocrats with special hobbies drool.

But no one would dare to make the idea of the military commander. After all, the prefix "stained blood" was added to the name of "Rose" which matched the appearance and temperament.

Yaphidi stood up and saluted Sauron first. He half ran on the ground, one fist on the ground and the other hand on his chest. This is the etiquette of the Knights. After the salute, yafeidi said in his neutral and slightly feminine voice, "Lord Solon, head Sinie asked me to tell him before the meeting that he seems to have important things to contact you remotely."

"I see." Sauron nodded and said, "connect me to the intelligent brain of the command center of the 4th regiment. I want to communicate with Sinai."

This order is not clearly given to anyone, but there are always people who carry it out. So a moment later, a light screen appeared in front of the abutment, and then an image appeared inside. The tall and melancholy head of the 4th regiment, Sinie, appeared in the light screen.

"What's the matter, Sinie?" Solon asked directly.

As before, Sinie habitually turned the ring ring on his tail finger and said, "I need reinforcements, Lord Sauron."

"Reinforcements?" Sauron glanced and said, "do you think those pirates will attack fasero?"

"There is at least 50% possibility," said Sinie faintly: "After all, we are too close to roaring Bay, and fasero's resources are out of proportion to its defense. If I were a pirate, I would also choose to attack fasero. After the battle of roaring Bay, they don't have much resources. If they want to get supplies, even if they have a little ambition, fasero is their best choice."

"If I'm the only knight regiment, it's obvious that I can't hold it. Besides, the real mission of my 4th regiment is to protect the road of destiny!"

"That's true. I see. Let yafeidi help you." Sauron made a decision soon.

"Thank you for your support, my Lord," said Sinai.

After the communication was cut off, Sauron only made a gesture to yafidi. The latter nodded and stood up. The cloak brushed past, and the handsome Legion leader left the hall with elegant steps.

While yafeidi was leaving, rambonis and a group of subordinates came to Solon's palace. Almost all of these subordinates brought by rambonis were former colleagues. Among the dozen or so people, the youngest was in his 40s. These people had an average ability of about six or seven levels, and their personal combat strength was not commendable, but their ability to lead troops was not comparable to those officers of the same level.

Two or three of these people have blazed a bloody road with rambonis. In addition to failing to meet the standards set by the knights in terms of ability and rank, all other aspects are enough to win the post of chief of the army. Originally, these retired officers were given a colony of different sizes. As the welfare of these elders, rambonis was given a rich colonial island.

Now they give up their comfortable life and are ready to rush to the front. On the one hand, they respect rambonis, the old boss, and on the other hand, the immortal fighting heart is calling them. So they stand here. Under the leadership of wither, rambonis and they come to Solon's palace.

Rambonis frowned his gray eyebrows, and Solon's palace seemed a little too cold. He said faintly, "when did the boy Sauron no longer need guards?"

Since Gaia occupied the palace, Thrawn withdrew the silver hand outside the palace. Gaia is in charge. Whoever breaks into the palace without eyes can only be regarded as unlucky. But now this arrangement is somewhat abnormal in lanbonis's eyes.

With a smile, weatherl said: "Lord Sauron's mind is far from what we can figure out. If Mr. rambonis has any questions, he might as well ask the Lord himself later?" the leader of the guard skillfully kicked the question to Sauron in a few words. Lanbonis was just surprised, but he didn't intend to delve into this issue.

The leader of the guard opened the door and blew out a cold wind from the dark palace, which made people's blood freeze. It was afternoon, but the light in the palace was not so sufficient. But lanbonis was not so old-fashioned as to be dazed. When he swept away, he saw that there was almost no furniture in the palace, which made the whole palace look a little empty.

"Please, teacher," wither laughed.

Rambonis nodded heavily and stepped in. But when the old officers behind wanted to go in, they were stopped by wither. The leader of the guard smiled and said, "please hand over your weapons, everyone."

An old officer stared, but saw rambonis nodding before he handed over his weapon. In a moment, wither took four or five long swords and seven or eight pistols. He gave all these things to a silver hand knight and said, "thank you for your cooperation. Please rest assured. When you leave, I will return the original."

Then he made a gesture of invitation and watched the retired veterans enter Sauron's palace. Wither showed an imperceptible smile. Whether these people can come out, let alone get their weapons back, is still unknown. Wessel slowly closed the door for them. When the door was completely closed, the unhappy veteran whispered, "Lord lambonis, I feel a little strange."

"Don't worry, this is the Pope's hall. I'm afraid Sauron doesn't dare to mess around. We'll wait for him first and see what tricks he can play." lanbonis snorted heavily in his nostrils, turned around and said again: "what the hell's the matter with Sauron? There isn't even a chair in a large palace."

When one of the veterans turned to a load-bearing column, he suddenly seemed to find something, squatted down and looked at it for a moment. Then he said, "Sir, there's something strange here."

Rambonis went up, and a deep mark appeared on the post under the veteran's finger. The notch slants over the column body from top to bottom. The cut is smooth, just like something like a high-energy beam, so that such a smooth cut can be made. Rambonis put his hand on it, but read more. It includes the residual murderous spirit, not strong enough, but deep enough, deep enough like a dark pool to drown anyone in it.

"My lord? My lord?"

The cry of the veterans nearby made lanbonis come back. He couldn't help thinking about why there was such a murderous incision in Sauron's palace? Even if something had happened before, Sauron should have ordered someone to repair it. And now this incision is still here. Does it mean that there is still danger in the palace?

"Go!" rambonis made a quick decision, stood up and said, "let's leave!"

Before he finished, a sharp killing machine like a sharp sword came out of its scabbard in the depths of the palace. Just the air machine interaction, lanbonis felt his whole body cold and painful, like being cut by the cold blade.

"Be careful!" as soon as he had time to warn, several dark lights appeared in rambonis's eyes. These lights appear on the veterans they brought, either neck, waist, straight chop, or cross cut! One of them came obliquely towards himself. Lanbonis clearly caught the track of light, but it seemed that people were in the mud. Anyway, the long sword pressed on the handle could not be raised.

He was the only one who was allowed to enter the palace with weapons. It was worth life and death. Rambonis finally showed his due level. In the roar, the whole body's prestige soared, breaking through the feeling of binding hands and feet. Immediately, people seem to break through the water, and all kinds of reactions are extremely rapid.

Draw the sword!

Block!

The black line was printed on the sword that had just been pulled out, and there was a sound of Dang. The strong force came and pushed rambonis back involuntarily. With a dull hum, the old regimental commander pulled out the rest of the sword body and picked it up. Finally, he bounced the black line out and hit the dome of the palace, leaving the same smooth cut as a column.

But others were not so lucky. A dozen veterans still maintained their previous posture. Then, some of the upper and lower bodies were misplaced, some of them flew up, and some were directly divided into two halves. They died in different forms. Without exception, after their bodies were divided, they exploded one by one. After more than a dozen muffled sounds in a row, the fried blood and broken meat spilled all over the ground, and even rambonis was dyed into a blood man by Ken.

Rambonis trembled and shouted angrily, "who is it!"

Only his voice echoed in the palace. When the end disappeared, rambonis heard a cold voice behind him: "this sentence should be asked by me. I clearly explained... Oh, I see. You are the food sent by Sauron."

Rambonis turned around with a cautious attitude, without revealing any flaws, showing the due standard of a regimental commander. Then he saw a man standing quietly behind him. The long silver points hung on both sides of his shoulders. He was so handsome that he had some strange faces. The pupil on the left was strange gold. His lips are pulling out a cruel smile, and the eyes staring at himself make rambonis feel very familiar.

For a moment, rambonis knew why he felt familiar. Because when he was hunting, he would look at a dying prey.

The man was wearing a black leather windbreaker, and the decorative belt with buttons was in the style of military uniform. There was no wind in the room, but the clothes of the windbreaker swayed slightly, just like the burning black flame. He carried the scabbard in one hand, but he held a long and narrow knife nearly three meters long in the other hand. On the tip of the knife, there was a free black electric fire, jumping gently, and a beam of lightning flashed across the space from time to time.

So there was a burning smell in the air.

"Who are you? Why are you here!" rambonis looked up and down at the man and shook his head. "You're not from the papal hall. Why are you in Solon's palace!"

"It seems that you don't know at all. I see. Sauron is going to kill with a knife." the man smiled and said, "forget it, although it's a little unhappy. But now, I'm really a little hungry. It seems that you're a little old, but you barely deserve to be my food."

"Feel honored, human?" the man smiled faintly.

"You call me human?" rambonis's pupils constricted. "Then what are you!"

"I am a God, naturally standing on a different level from you!" with a slight smile, the man leaned forward and turned into a black light.

"This joke is not funny at all!" rambonis shouted, and the long sword in his hand burst into a dazzling energy flame. Instantly cut out, hit the void, but there was a man's figure and his overgrown sword.

As soon as the energy flame rises and shrinks, it condenses rapidly and converges into a little brilliance at the contact point of the opponent's sabre. Then it exploded, and the beam energy ripple surged, pulling the blast wind to push them away.

"It's interesting." the silver haired man chuckled. His body seemed to violate the laws of physics. Driven by the outbreak, it floated up. With a gentle step in the air, people were killed like an electric shock.

Lanbonis's pupils expanded fiercely. In the loud cry, his coat exploded into thousands of butterflies, and the flying debris covered the man.

Each piece of debris here is full of the energy of the old commander, no less than a grenade. But the silver haired man was not afraid and walked through the debris. Strangely, the energy on the debris disappeared completely, so the debris really became debris and flied away powerlessly.

Rambonis's eyes were wide open and he could hardly believe this fact.

The next second, the man had been killed and turned into a mass of knife light to entangle lanbonis.

Lanbonis is good at sword skills, otherwise he can't teach a student called Jianhao. However, his fighting skills were better than him, and the long and narrow sword was in the hands of the silver haired man. Sometimes it is as open and close as a broadsword with both hands. It cuts straight and vertically, and the knife weighs more than the mountains; Sometimes it is as continuous as a trickle of water, one knife after another, and the knives are buckled with each other so fine that there is no gap.

A war knife played the advantages of all kinds of weapons in the hands of a silver haired man. So far, rambonis knew that his sword skill could not be praised in the eyes of the other party. Even more chilling to the old leader was that the man's eyes always fell on himself, and lanbonis was more and more chilling.

After forgetting how many knives to block, lanbonis suddenly felt that the dazzling knife light disappeared as soon as the pressure in front disappeared. But the next moment, the man cut again.

When the knife was cut out, there was a sharp howling immediately. Lanbonis couldn't think about it, raised his knife and blocked it, but he suddenly felt that his body was empty. Since Fang woke up, every time he cut a man, his energy in his body suddenly decreased by one point. At first he thought it was natural consumption, but now it seems that his energy has been exhausted in less than three minutes. This speed is too abnormal.

The silver haired man finally said with a smile, "it's too late to find out now!" after that, the saber accelerated, and lanbonis had to bite his teeth.

When there was a sound, the loud sound of fighting echoed in the palace.

The silver haired man took the knife back leisurely, and the long knife returned to its sheath. He gave lanbonis a faint look. The latter suddenly shook his whole body, and then a blood line appeared in the middle of his forehead. The blood line quickly extended downward and straight. It passed through the old head's face and finally disappeared into the neck socket under his collar. At the next moment, a blood wave sprayed out from the middle of lanbonis's body, and then the old leader's body fell to the ground.

"I can't split it. I have two skills." the silver haired man smiled and glanced at the palace again. Everywhere has been dyed red by blood. He didn't speak, but just took a deep breath.

So rambonis's body and other veterans turned into a colorful brilliance, which spread again, whether it was internal organs, blood or bones. The remains of the dead scattered in the palace turned into brilliance, and finally gathered into a bunch of energy flames, all of which crashed into the body of the silver haired man.

Suddenly, the palace was filled with flames. But in the blink of an eye, these flames were all bundled into the man's body. Looking at the whole palace, where was there any blood? Don't talk about blood. Even the body disappeared.

If zero were here now, he would be surprised. Because what the silver haired man has just done is the skill of converting matter into energy and then absorbing it. This is the opposite of his ability!