Chapter 166

In the sky, sometimes black butterflies surged like clouds, sometimes the sun rose, and the world quickly switched between light and dark. At this moment, the discrimination of eyes lost its function. Everyone has to fight by instinct. Time is in chaos, the past and today are mixed together.

Knights in the heavy armor of the legendary era are mixed with knights in the exquisite lock armor. Godfrey, the guardian, waves his famous shield and axe to cut a way for the noble of Legrand; Taranto's strange spear with blood trough and tusk smashes the heads of one holy knight after another; Barcelona of Tuka raises his broadsword high

In the past, the scenes seen on the murals of the family castle are vividly staged in front of our eyes.

Everyone finally believed in the ancient legend handed down from generation to generation.

Only in this way can the valiant warrior follow the original monarch and establish an unprecedented mortal status on the land occupied by the dragon!

The battlefield has become a real "blood land". When the horses are galloping, every step of the iron hoof is deeply stepping into the mud stirred by blood and broken meat. The infantry and the soldiers trudged between the corpses of the dead, blood gathered into a river, and blood splashed between the swords.

Moore wiped the blood on his face and crawled out of the dead. He looked around the battlefield and found that all of a sudden the Knights of the holy army were no longer as brave as they had been at the beginning. Some people had retreated from that fearless state and began to run around in fear. The spirit Knights riding on the skeleton horse fight back and forth in the battlefield. The skeleton horse is covered with heavy armor, but when it runs, it is as fast as electricity, and the scattered holy army is trampled by their iron hooves.

The change of the state of the holy army must be related to the battlefield in the sky. Moore endured the discomfort of the rapid switch of the world between black and white, and looked up at the war situation in the sky.

Golden blood splashed in the sky. An angel folded his wings and fell from the sky.

The black butterfly, like the maggot of tarsal bone, catches up with the fallen angel and forms a whirlpool to encircle him. When the black butterfly dispersed again, the injured angel had been torn to pieces. According to legend, the Lord created these winged angels with light and his own blood. When they died, there was only light in the sky except the heart formed by the blood of the Lord.

The other two angels with blood wings saw the fall of their companions and gave out a painful whine. At this moment, the angel's language turned into a pure sound wave, spreading in circles, directly stimulating the soul. Moore covered his ears, but could not stop the despair and sadness pouring into his mind.

In the soul of the death knight, Godfrey, the guardian, suddenly inserts two shield blades on the blood ground. He takes out a bone horn with great dignity and blows it.

The moment the horn sounded, the resonance caused by the angel's lament was dispelled. The sound of the horn was different from all the horns they had ever heard. It carries a thrilling majestic sound. When the trumpet sounds, the soldiers only feel the air shaking, as if a crack has been opened from the earth. The dragon, who has been buried for thousands of years, has earned its soul from the crack and has wings.

In the sound of the dragon's trumpet, the devil's body is full of strong wind and flowing clouds.

Under the siege of two Blazing Angels, the devil also paid a heavy price for tearing the other angel to pieces. The angel's holy sword almost penetrated his heart. At this time, on his back, there was a bloody wound with deep visible bone. The power of the remaining holy sword at the wound eroded outward, and instead of healing, it showed signs of expansion. On his left shoulder, the flame was burning tenaciously.

Opposite the devil, two sad angels were burning bright flames. They have realized that today's battle will pay the most tragic price, and they are determined to ignite their holy spirit.

At the moment when the angel burns his soul, a magnificent hymn rings out in the sky. The pure white light spread out, in the twinkling of an eye to disperse the previously competing black clouds, the black butterflies coiled in the sky one by one in the wind into pieces.

The devil stands in front of the king's white throne, and the blood drips down the body of the long dragon sword, including his own blood and the enemy's blood.

The white light came to the devil and split from the middle. He protected the king firmly behind him.

As heaven and earth were about to turn white, the holy fire burning on the devil's left shoulder suddenly went out, and the wounds left behind him by the sword of holy Zai, which were not healed for the evil creatures, were shrinking rapidly and healed in an instant. The strong air is surging in the sky again, and the black butterfly is whirling out from the heavy mountain like clouds again.

The clouds quickly gathered in the sky where the king and the devil were. The clouds were as black as ink, blackening the whole sky.

The king was holding a scepter of white bone. Under his silver helmet, his face was pale. In contrast, the power of the devil is rising - at this moment, the king transfers his control of the space to him!

I give you all my power. In this situation, you are the king outside the king!

The devil did not look back, did not go to see the king at the moment.Many years ago, the monarch, who was born to be hard to trust, gave him all his power and all his strength on the battlefield of blood and fire, and made him become a king outside the king from an exiled nobody. They played such a grand gamble together thousands of years ago.

In that gamble, he failed, so his monarch fell from the sky with the betrayer's sword through his heart.

The ancient language, which belongs to the wall of insects, describes all the evils in the world, all the sad stories, against the overlapping hymns. The devil holds the blade of the dragon's long sword. The blade cuts the palm of his hand, and the blood flows along the body of the sword.

Wash sword with blood, drink blood with sword.

The sky in the devil's blood over the sword body of the moment suddenly by the black phagocytosis, the angel's light was expelled by this piece of sky exclusion. With the help of all the power given to him by the king, the devil turned his head and suppressed the two Blazing Angels who burned the Holy Spirit.

The will of the king is controlling the war through the hand of the devil.

This is something that angels never thought of!

They did not expect that there would be such reckless lunatics as the devil and the king in the world. They had paid a heavy price for their gambling a thousand years ago, but they dared to do the same thing again after a thousand years!

Just like in this world, there is nothing worthy of their fear, even their bloody past!

The king on the throne, the devil with sword and blood.

They are both sides of the contract. Together, they are the whole world.

Black butterfly wings, the sound of thousands of wings friction gathered into an evil funeral song from the deepest part of hell, which is a funeral song for the gods and the past.

In the funeral song, the devil held the blade and rushed out. His speed was so fast that the high-altitude rapids were mild in front of him. He turned himself into a knife, which is going to cut off all the beings who dare to overstep the throne - whether they are angels or anything else!