Chapter 689 Thracian Defense

"Your Majesty, please rest assured that we have strengthened our guards in border cities such as Leon City, Carrell City, and Wellingster City in the north. We will never let those imperial people take advantage of the situation." The mage knelt on one knee and said with some trepidation.

"waste!"

A roar shook the hall.

On the Golden Throne, Wilham's handsome face was covered with ferociousness, and the wings behind him were waving, and an uncontrollable anger burst out from his sacred golden eyes.

"That evil dragon dared to project the illusion of blasphemy into my airspace! Now panic spread like a plague, and the foolish people rushed to the southern provinces like frightened deer. Even the Dazhong in the royal city could not be suppressed and fled. pace!"

The golden scepter slammed heavily on the ground, and the sparks splashed in the king's furious pupils: "And you lazy people wearing the sun robe, have you even burned the spells that dispel the illusion by the dragon flames?

Tell me, the Kingdom offers hundreds of thousands of gold coins to support you Arcane Legions every year - what is the use? ! ”

"Bang!"

He stretched out his hand, and a dazzling golden light swept across the hall, causing the mage to fly backwards and hit the exquisitely carved pillar behind him, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out from his mouth.

If it weren't for the strong protection of Oulukfa balls behind him, the mage would probably die in the hall on the spot, and at least ended up shattering all over his body.

The mage reluctantly opened his eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gasped softly, "Your Majesty, the evil dragon projected not only magical images, but creation containing the origin of the terrifying fire element.

Our illusionist wizards rashly approached, but were killed on the spot. The twelve great masters of the sculpting power teamed up to barely eliminate them. ”

Several mages behind him walked forward tremblingly and explained in a low voice: "Your Majesty, we have really put our best efforts."

They knew that although His Majesty Wilham looked glamorous and seemed to have recovered his power as a "Son of Demigod", his mind became even more cruel and violent.

It was common for ministers to die in the hall, and the maids were even used to cleaning up blood and brains splashing on the walls.

Therefore, these mages who come to meet will prepare triggering and protective spells in advance to prevent themselves from dying in the king's rage - after all, there have been too many precedents.

Wilham glanced at them coldly, without saying anything more, but turned his eyes to the generals in armor.

General Dares, who was standing in the forefront, immediately walked forward, knelt carefully in front of the throne, and whispered: "Your Majesty, your Holy Cult Army shows its power on the battlefield on the southern front, so that Casand's Force Day The festival retreated and had retreated south of the Carson Mountains.

Our Kingdom of Thrace is about to take back the Holy City and get back the Supreme Crown of Holy Farland. ”

Wilham nodded slightly, the anger in his golden eyes then slightly restrained, and a smile appeared on the flawless face: "It's like something.

Remember, our Thrace Kingdom is the only successor of the Holy Farland, and I am the orthodox and only Holy Farland Emperor.

As for my brother, fine blood beads appeared in Wilham's golden eyes, and some strange and cold light surged out: "It's just a blasphemer who was blinded by power. One day, I will He cut off his head with his own hands and paid homage to the Father with the blood of the blasphemer.

Do you all know? "The cold eyes swept across everyone in the hall, causing them to feel cold behind them and their bodies trembled, as if they were brushed by invisible claws.

"Oh, of course, you are the only Emperor Farland!" The general who knelt in front lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.

As the king's confidant, he knew very well that under the king's glamorous and demigod-like appearance, there was a soul that was extremely dirty and twisted by hell.

This general had seen the hideous face that the king inadvertently showed. If the clever cover of the illusion was removed, the king's true face would probably be more shocking than he had imagined.

The ministers behind him all agreed: "You are the real Emperor Farland!"

"The Kingdom of Thrace is the orthodox Farland!"

"The blasphemers of Casander and Seleucid will eventually be destroyed! And His Majesty Wilham will ascend to the throne!" The ministers in the hall rushed to express their loyalty, fearing that it would be too late.

After all, His Majesty the King may not have noticed who expressed his loyalty, but he will definitely notice who did not show his loyalty. The former Minister of Finance was sentenced to death by the king because he was often taciturn.

Wilham's mouth curled up in an exaggerated curve, and an extremely strange smile appeared on his face, as if he had been chiseled out of a wooden mask, looking a little stiff.

He bent down, patted the shoulder of the general who was so scared that he dared not move, and ordered: "Carlisle, you did a good job in the south. Now I order you to be fully responsible for the border work in the north, and don't let those imperial people appear in me Can you do it on the land?”

"Of course, Your Majesty! With your famous Holy Cult Army, those imperial people are not worth mentioning at all!" Carlisle replied quickly.

Wilham laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's of course. Only as the orthodox heir can I train an army of godly legion comparable to my father!"

"Of course, your majesty, we are all waiting for the moment when you ascend to the throne and recast the glory of Farland."

Although his words were full of praise, Carlisle knew too well what the nature of those "crusaders" was. These guys seemed to be angels with wings and sacred majesty, but in fact they were fallen half-devils who had signed a contract with hell.

But now that he was in it, Carlisle could not break free. In order to show his loyalty to the king, as a paladin who believed in Amaunator, he even signed a contract with a notorious devil.

"Holy sun god, I hope you can forgive my sins." Carlisle lowered his head and thought silently in his heart.

The gilded dome still reflected the bright light, and the crystal chandelier made the minister's embroidered ribbon and the general's silver scale armor shine.

On the throne, the king wearing the holy crown of thorns held a golden scepter, and the wings behind him were spotless, as if bathing in eternal holy light.

But under the eyes of true vision, this place is already a purgatory-like horror scene, with twisted symbols smeared with blood everywhere.

"Dang--"

Suddenly, the bell rang loudly, and hundreds of white shadows broke through the painted dome. Their outstretched wings covered half of the sky, and the hymns and sword sounds intertwined into a trembling movement.

But for some reason, with the flapping of wings, feathers soaked in blood fell from the sky, emitting a pungent smell, and quickly burned after touching the ground.

"Is that the Crusader?" The tavern owner's Adam's apple rolled hard, and the turbid pupils reflected the blood-stained feathers.

The blacksmith drew a circle on his chest with his bandaged hand: "May the glory of the sun bless Thrace."

Outside the hall, hundreds of "angels" took off into the air at the king's command and flew towards the north in groups.

People in the city looked up, and there was reverence and admiration in their eyes, but inexplicable fear was also revealed in the depths of their pupils.

But those.

Are they really angels?

Many speculations emerged in people's minds, but no one dared to speak out, after all, the king's guards would appear at any time and place to lock those "slanderers" in the dark dungeon.

In the past year, too many strange things have happened in August City. Twisted and strange symbols can be seen everywhere on the walls, hundreds of people have disappeared one after another, and painful wails are often heard at night.

The missing woman was found in the sewer, skinned and hung in the air. The bloody scene shocked everyone.

But the guards of the kingdom turned a deaf ear to it. Not only did they not investigate the situation, they also strictly prohibited all residents from discussing these strange things, and even locked those who spread the news privately in the dungeon.

Almost all residents were in unspeakable fear and panic, but they seemed to have collective aphasia and could only think wildly in their hearts. Many people committed suicide because they could not bear the pressure.

August, once the "City of Sunrise", now seems to have become a huge, gloomy prison cell.

Burning Empire, Anzeta Wilderness, Dragon Blood Mountain Top.

Sulfur mist slowly evaporated on the mountain, and the huge figure rose and fell in the mist, with sparks bursting all over the body, like an active volcano.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

——That is the emperor of the Burning Empire, the co-lord of Anzeta Wilderness, Ugo Prairie, and North Ayser Plain, Cassius, who is also regarded as a nightmare by major forces.

In Cassius's claws, there is a group of constantly trembling blood-red light-that is the divine power plundered from Geumsh.

In front of the red dragon, there were more than a dozen human corpses, all of them with hideous faces and burnt black all over.

"Give it to me! Please!"

"Please, Your Majesty Cassius, give it to me! As long as you give it to me, even if it's one percent of it, I'm willing to be your most loyal slave!"

A heart-wrenching howl came from Dragon Blood Mountain, like the pleading of a drug addict who had lost his mind - that was the Chaos Evil Eye shouting, and just hearing this sound was enough to drive mortals completely crazy.

"Haha, giving the orcs' divine power to an evil creature born from the body of Gruumsh. Are you taking me for a fool?"

Cassius clenched his right claw, and the chains under the ground suddenly tightened, making a clattering sound, and rolling dragon flames surged from all directions, burning the body of the Chaos Evil Eye wantonly.

Miserable wails came from underground, but Cassius' tone was still cold: "Evenis, stop pretending to be crazy and testing my bottom line. This is not fun, it will only make me more impatient.

Have you ever heard a proverb: Never provoke an angry red dragon. If you really irritate me, even I don't know what I will do."

"Boom!"

The dragon flames underground became more fierce, and the flames raged, gushing out from the cracks in the rocks, as if to burn everything to ashes.

The crackling sound of objects being burned appeared, and then Chaos squinted and begged for mercy weakly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Cassius, I dare not do it again. You can get divine power from my body, which has proved your strength."

Casius glanced at it with a cold look, and then snapped his fingers with his dragon claws, weakening the flames of the underground burning evil eyes, keeping it in a half-dead state, so that its will would not be annihilated.

Under Chaos's eager and greedy gaze, he grabbed the blood-colored light ball and said, "Tell me, Evanis, how can I create an orc subspecies that is loyal to me?"

Kesius was quite envious of the green-skinned orc who had terrifying reproduction ability and amazing growth rate, and wanted to build his own orc legion.

To this end, Kessus combined the blood of the dragon blood and the blood of the Earthly Dragon Beast into a body, and imparted the soul with the divine power of the "orcs" realm, and experimented several times in succession.

But every time the orcs created would treat Cathus as enemies, and rushed towards him frantically, and finally burned into charcoal by the flames bursting out from the surface of the scales.

Chaos Evil Eye said carefully: "His Majesty Kathus, my body possesses the racial priest of [orcs] and controls the laws of the origin of blood. All orcs born in the multiverse will be imprinted by him from their birth.

Now you have become His enemy, and no matter what method you use, as long as you create orcs, it will have a natural hatred towards you, which cannot be changed unless my body is personally lifted.”

"Damn old green skin, he is so domineering." Kesius cursed in his heart, but he also envied the other party's authority as the racist god.

In the multiverse, any orc born will be branded with the other party, and cannot be changed or violated. What kind of power is that!

The incarnation of Geus, who had fought with Kesius before, probably did not even have one percent of his original body's strength, but he could easily seriously injure the Red Dragon and even threaten his life several times.

This is the difference between gods and ordinary things, it is like a natural barrier.

As the Third Era gradually approaches its end, the diaphragm of the main material plane will become fragmented in the catastrophes. At that time, the gods will walk on the earth in their true bodies like in ancient times!

And the urgency in Kesius's heart became stronger and stronger. He must obtain power comparable to a god as soon as possible, otherwise the ending would be extremely miserable!

Chaos Evil Eye saw the red dragon in deep thought, and took the opportunity to say pleasingly: "Since this group of divine power is not very useful to you, you might as well give it to me. As a part of the former Gewushi, I can exert it."

"boom!"

The cracked rock closed again, and the flames underground became more vigorous. The ancient evil creature screamed in the blazing flames, and the black mist condensed from hatred emanated from his pupils was quickly burned to pieces.

More red chains were wrapped around, tying Chaos's slanted eyes, three layers inside and three layers outside, almost completely wrapping it.

"Well, to be safe, I will have to strengthen the seal every time I come back in the future, so I can't leave this guy with a chance."

Looking at the completely closed Dragon Blood Mountain, Kesius tried his best to mobilize the power of the [Empire Realm] in his body and thought in his heart.

"In addition, it's time to meet the three kingdoms in front." The red dragon stood on the top of Dragon Blood Mountain, spreading its broad wings, looking south, and glimmered in the pale golden pupils of the lava ball.