Chapter 1,219 The Battle... Ends

Lin opened the helmet on the head in his hand and looked at it carefully.

It was a beautiful face, but with a few scars. Even so, it could not conceal her heroic beauty. Even the angry expression with gritted teeth gives people a heroic feeling like a Valkyrie rather than a ferocious look. However, 'she' didn't realize what was happening, and her expression always stayed at the moment when she gave the order to charge.

The gradually losing blood took away her rosy complexion, and the gradually changing paleness was set off by the bright red background, which was only indescribably weird. It was as if countless ghosts gathered around the only intact head and howled, wanting to cry to the living people present.

Compared to a certain magician who didn't know what he was thinking, Azad's reaction was more direct. He said dissatisfiedly: "A person who enjoys all the fun alone will suffer misfortune."

Lin, who had returned to his normal state, was equally displeased and retorted: "Who was watching the show with a nonchalant attitude from the beginning? Such people have no right to complain." After saying that, Lin turned away With the head in his hand, he faced Azad and asked, "Do you recognize who she is?"

"Of course I don't recognize it. You haven't forgotten what the women here look like." Azad also made a show of reaching out and brushing his hand in front of his face, indicating that he was covering his face.

Lin then remembered that it was a courtesy and taboo for women in the Gwana Empire not to show an inch of their skin in front of men. Therefore, most of the women you see showing your face on the street are from other places. Local women, especially female aristocrats, whenever they appear in a public place with members of the opposite sex, they will cover their entire bodies tightly, and even their faces will be covered with a layer of black gauze. Of course, don't even think about recognizing his face.

Thinking of this incident, Lin no longer delved into the question of who this woman was. He said casually: "Really, forget it." With a throw of his hand, the magic metal helmet and head were chopped into pieces by the white destructive light again, and fell into the blood mud pile on the ground.

At this time, Azad said belatedly: "Ah, I remembered a rumor about you. I heard that you once destroyed a regular brigade of the Vader Army. The death seemed to be like this." It was indeed you who did it, not the devil?"

Lin should be surprised that Azad, who has always been aloof from worldly affairs, knew about rumors related to him. After all, he caught the eye of this demon prince and was taken seriously by him. Based on someone's understanding of His Royal Highness, this is not the kind of treatment that ordinary people would receive. But in fact, upon hearing this, Lin sarcastically said angrily:

"Of course I didn't do it, I was so weak. Everything was done by the Demon King. You see, the most interesting part is here. People are reluctant to admit Fen's identity as the Demon King in the past, but as long as he When encountering any killings, she impatiently pinned the matter on her head, never thinking about other possibilities. Anyway, I seem to be soft and easy to bully. Even this time, as soon as I heard The name is thrown at me. Is it written on my face that I have a soft waist and a tender body that is easy to push down?"

Azad used his feet to stir up the blood mud on the ground again, and shook the blood on his feet in disgust, and said at the same time: "You can't blame others for this. Of all the people present, you are indeed aware of The weakest one."

Faced with such straightforward criticism, Lin said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, the robe I am wearing is definitely not an ordinary thing. All I have to do is embroider the words 'I am an artifact' on the front and back."

"This is a bigger problem. For such a weak person to wear a very precious robe, it is no different from a child holding a lot of gold. If others don't rob you, who will rob you? But you shouldn't know how Just because of such a small complaint, you cut people into pieces until you can no longer see the original shape. This is really cruel, and I am not that hateful, even though I like it."

"After a few times when I thought I had killed the enemy, but was suddenly attacked by a 'dead man'; or when I spared a bandit, but was attacked in the back, I wanted to understand one thing. What should I do? Don't do it, or don't hold back. Anyway, I don't think that if I just cut off one of their arms, they will not be enemies with me. In this case, it is better to make them unable to jump up and continue to chop me. Unless …”

Lin's eyes drifted to the only demon present.

This tragic situation of piles of blood, mud, broken bones, and blood and brains on the ground is no different from the scene of a demonic blood sacrifice. It would not be surprising at all if a few abyssal creatures burst out from this pile of minced meat. Not to mention that there is a real demon present, so no matter what weird things happen, it will not be surprising.

But the big demon who noticed the eyes of a certain magician shook his head in horror. Yes, it likes scenes of blood sacrifice and killing, and the more cruel it is, the more it pleases it. The premise is that you will not be turned into a sacrifice, and you will be in the mood to enjoy all this.

However, even in its intact state, it couldn't withstand the blow the magician just showed. Even though greed is a virtue for demons, sending yourself to death is a stupid and ridiculous thing for any group of people. Therefore, Starina did not want to offend the magician at this time, and did not want to do anything that might arouse the other person's fear.

Although one does not know, the big demon shakes his head furiously, what does it really mean. But judging from the other party's attitude, it shouldn't be a problem. Lin put down what was going on here and waved to the guards not far away who had been sent back by the nobles.

Although most people were frightened by the sight in front of them, there was still an alert person. After seeing the magician's waving action, he controlled the horse, stepped through the flesh, mud and blood, and came to the magician. He lowered his head, expressed his respect and fear, and greeted: "Your Excellency."

"Have any of you asked about the location of the Gold Coin Goddess Temple that I want?"

Although this question was not loud, it was extremely clear in this deathly silent environment. However, the person being asked felt embarrassed, and he realized that this embarrassment might turn into a crisis.

They left and asked where the temple was. The four guards reported to the four places, all reporting the news that His Royal Highness the Fourteenth Prince had returned to the Imperial City of Nineveh. This His Highness, the farther away from the imperial city, the better. This is the tacit consensus of everyone.

The man who came forward to respond to the magician returned to the family mansion and informed the head of the family of the young master's situation. He is the person closest to that information. Despite this, he never thought of consulting that information. In other words, no one expected that it would turn into such a situation.

Just when the magician's face darkened and became more and more ugly, Efren Muhashebesi, the last son of the family who was looked down upon by no one, said loudly: "Your Excellency, I remembered it. I remembered the goddess Koyin." The location of the temple. Please let me lead the way and lead you there."

Ignoring the man's repeated statement that he didn't know before and now that he remembered it. Lin nodded expressionlessly and said, "Now that we know, let's go. A lot of time has been wasted."

Efren quickly got into the driver's seat. No matter what, he didn't want to be crowded in the same carriage with this group of people anymore. The old magician had the same idea, so he climbed to the back of the carriage and stood there, where the followers and guards were.

The horses covered by blindfolds began to step forward under the control of the reins, pulling the carriage forward. The mud-like flesh and blood, as well as the fine bones and metal fragments, could not stop the two-wheeled carriage. They splashed out one after another, or were pushed away by the wheels that rolled over, just like that, they opened a path.

The guard knights who were not greeted wanted to escape, but their duties did not allow such a thing. The crime of fleeing from one's lord is both dishonorable and the punishment is quite severe, up to and including death. So they could only follow the carriage, and follow as closely behind the carriage as possible, instead of coming to the front as a leader, because none of them knew the way.

After the carriage left, people appeared again on this deserted street. One, two, three, four. The windows high up in the houses on both sides were also reopened, and even the thick wooden doors were opened a small crack. Everyone was peering at the scene on the street, but what they saw was bright red that they had never seen before.

Blood flowed like a river. These four words so clearly described the scene in front of me. But none of them saw what happened, they only saw the extremely horrifying result. The emperor's personal guards who were supposed to be on the streets, capturing criminals, were nowhere to be found.

On the rooftop, there are also the emperor's personal guards posted here. They were supposed to use their commanding position to shoot arrows to snipe criminals, or to cover and support their brothers on the ground to prevent criminals from escaping.

Now, all that is left of them is a headless corpse lying on the rooftop. The fracture at the neck still showed traces of raging magic. This shows that their heads exploded due to a magical attack.

Some are bursting flames, some are ice that freezes and then shatters, some are carbonized by lightning and then reduced to ashes, and some are corroded by strong acid. And these injuries, without exception, also have a powerful impact. It shows that the source of the attack is arrows with powerful magical effects, arrows they shot themselves...

So the cause of these people's deaths was that the emperor's bodyguards were on official missions to resolve past issues because of personal vendettas? This is the least likely option. Because there are at most one or two people who have a grudge. It is impossible for the entire team to dislike each other and form a grudge; and then kill each other on the same day and in the same mission.

His mind was under control, so he shot each other left and right? This is inconsistent with the direction in which everyone is lying.

How about shooting with the guy across the street? This is inconsistent with the number of people on both sides. The number of people deployed on both sides of the street is not equal, but more on one side and less on the other. Judging from the number of arrows left in the quiver, everyone only shot one arrow. This means that if you shoot each other with your colleagues across the street while your mind is under control, there will definitely be more people left alive. You have to use Other ways to solve it. This is inconsistent with the situation on site.

Then the only possibility left is that they shot the magic arrow that killed them. But how can a person shoot an arrow that will hit his own head? No one can figure it out.

But the people who lent their rooftops to the imperial guards knew one thing, and that was that they were in trouble. Whether it's from the royal family, the Guards Corps, or other nobles. And the biggest trouble is the person who did all this.