Chapter 647

No one can figure out what the white light that constantly spills out of the sky after Keller slowly falls from the sky.

So when Keller slowly put away the light and walked slowly and step by step to the port, the mages of the devil's heart could not help but be forced to retreat one by two by Kailar.

Keller walked slowly to the port, and some people kept dispersing. Finally, some people couldn't bear it. Kailar's seemingly leisurely walking posture angered many people. Different from ordinary people, this group of people are basically magicians, magicians above level C.

This kind of magician with his own unique pride will never want to lower his head in the face of Keller - although the gap in strength is between heaven and earth.

But there are still people who can't help it.

They rush towards Keller with magic weapons in their hands, which seem to give them a little bit of self-esteem and strength.

They swarm away in droves and rush towards Keller.

And then in the middle of the air, their bodies, their heads, their bodies, all of a sudden, split apart.

This scene is really terrible, the whole scene for a moment quiet down, and then, a beautiful girl appeared on the battlefield.

With her long golden hair like a waterfall, she looks valiant, handsome and beautiful with her sword on her back and her tights.

Such a beautiful girl, however, proved that it was she who killed the first mage who rushed forward just now with a graceful sword closing action.

A soldier killed a mage?

This is impossible in the magic land!

But the other side did it It's just like an inhuman being!

They didn't even see how each other did it.

How did the other party do it?

The beautiful girl's eyes twinkled with happy light, and then slowly negative sword, kneeling on one knee.

Keller smiles and gently touches her head: "Phileas."

"Ha." The girl who lowered her head happily answered.

"Are you kidding..." A demon heart mage can't accept this. He is a B-level mage, and he is outstanding among the mages.

His talent allows Hades to grant him the lost magic, and with the lost magic, he is more powerful, and there is no pressure to challenge anything.

The so-called lost magic refers to the restoration of the dark magic taught by Gerald 300 years ago through archaeology.

These dark magic, combined with ordinary magic, is basically more powerful than modern magic.

Although modern magic can make it easier for a mage to be promoted to the top ten, black magic, which is difficult to be promoted, can bring more powerful power.

It's hard to say which side is stronger or weaker, but in the modern magic street, the strength of ancient magic has undoubtedly inspired a group of people's hearts.

Power can deceive people.

There are a lot of people who lose the ability to judge if they have power. Many of them can be regarded as rules - not everyone has his own persistence like a real "hero".

With a roar of anger, he rushed up with a strange wave in his hand.

There was no expression on kylar's face as he continued toward the port.

The other side's body seems to have rushed through an unknown laser channel. After taking another two steps, all of a sudden the whole body has turned into a blood clot, falling onto the ground evenly.

A blood line was formed, and the unintentional wall opened in front of Kellar.

The silver haired girl gently wiped her long sword, and the short cloak behind her was blowing.

With a sweet smile, she slowly half knelt down, a pair of Danfeng eyes are full of charming.

"Felix." Keller came up to her and touched her head gently.

"Hmmm." She enjoyed rubbing her face gently against her hand like a kitten.

In a flash, most of the people in the devil's heart began to retreat like the tide.

No one dares to stay in front of these women for a moment.

That moment is life and death. No one wants to die, so quit.

The reason for the existence of these swords is dragon hunting.

When the dragon's scales melt magic, and the dragon's claws tear the defense, the magician becomes vulnerable, and is obviously unable to fight with the dragon.

So these scientists, who had been sent away before Gerald appeared, gave up their research on magic and began to develop the limits of the human body.

As a matter of fact, the lack of magic on the mainland of knights also made their research on magic at a loss,

so the development of physical strength was put on the agenda.The body of the sword is stronger than that of the dragon, and its speed is faster than that of the dragon. With the hard and sharp sword, it can easily cut the scales of the dragon.

It takes only dozens of people to hunt a dragon.

But this kind of warrior only needs very simple to plant the demon flesh and blood, and then can be strengthened in pieces.

Although the mortality rate is high, compared with the human killed by the dragon people, this mortality rate is completely acceptable.

So when they meet the requirements of high standards, they develop their own single weapon that can be comparable to, equal to, or even defeat the dragon.

They were eaten back by these weapons.

No matter how powerful the weapons are, this group of people do not have the hands to hold the weapons, the hearts to hold the weapons and the consciousness to possess them.

They're just a bunch of scientists.

They are not fighters.

The only people who can control weapons are soldiers, warriors and fighters.

Kylar is a warrior, a warrior, a fighter!

He has been fighting against different things since he was born, and he has lived and struggled.

He was never afraid, shrinking, or afraid.

He is the hand with the sword.

And the big sword is the big sword.

Within ten steps, a beautiful girl would appear half kneeling on the ground, as if waiting for Keller to pass by them and pass them.

It's an honor.

Their master is back.

They also have a backbone.

When Keller comes to the harbor.

This is already in line.

The Romans, the Macedonians, the umans, the camelos.

These people are gathered here for the same reason, the same dream, for the ambition of their king, Kailar.

Give up life and fight for glory.

This is what Keller saw.

What Keller didn't see must have been the number of people who died, fighting for this ideal and goal and glory.

They don't have any hesitation, hesitation or fear at all.

They are the real brave.

Keller slowly came to altoria. The woman with a huge lion standing beside her stood majestically in front of everyone.

Look at him.

Her eyes with water, with fog, with soft and excited.

But her demeanor is mature and steady, like a mountain. Even if the sword is stationed in front of all people, she is still.

She's mature.

Keller was filled with emotion and relief. After eight months, she became more mature and steady.

Become more and more bright and beautiful.

Her charm was brought by her steadiness, which made him fascinated more and more.

Keller came gently to her.

One knee half knelt in front of her, gently kissing her outstretched right hand.

"I'm back, my king."

"I'm back, my love."

"Welcome back, my sage."

"Welcome back, my love..."

All the magicians looked at the scene in surprise.

The supreme authority of Fiore Kingdom just half knelt in front of this woman, gently rubbing his cheek against the back of her hand.

As if to find a home, as if to find the psychological support in general.

This feeling was only revealed for a moment and was immediately sealed by him, but everyone was shocked by Keller's ten second tenderness.

This man, incredibly still has this kind of gentle posture!

Everyone in the heart is secretly surprised, but forget the other side behind a group of hundred battle division.

Keller stood up and slowly walked around. Where his eyes went was the sound of armor pounding from the soldiers' chests.

Kylar was filled with emotion and wanted to say a thousand words. In the end, he just raised his fist and roared, "Oh, ah

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa All the soldiers roared wildly.

It's not just the roar of thousands of people in the harbor, but also the roar of all the soldiers on the ship who have slowly moved into the port.

Their roar is the roar of victory, is the roar of their own pride, they overcome the wind, rain, thunder, hail, driving the warship to this other shore.

They're not here for charity.

It's not for dinner.

They are here to fight, to fight, or even to die in other places. There is no fear of death and nostalgia for survival.

They are warriors, fighters, warriors.

They are fearless.

Teams of soldiers came down from the ship.The Greeks, the Spartans, the camelos, the Romans, the uruks, the hardcover men came out of the boat one by one in their crude armor and huge shields.

Their armour is really simple and heartbreaking. All the mages I saw were stunned.

How many years have not seen this kind of simple armor?

These guys are muscular, but they look poorly equipped.

Where do these guys come from?

At the same time, a line of female soldiers who came down from the warship blinded all of them.

There are hundreds of women in the same costume as those who can kill B-level magicians in seconds!!

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