The blue light soared into the sky, and the shaking sword was wrapped in the wind, and the gentle force from Yuanchu. The young marquis's eyes were like torches. The [true vision] characteristics of the [Die Listener] made his eyes ignore those hideous and bloody faces, and ignore those who stretched out from the giant's body when he rose into the air, trying to grab him and pull him into the giant's body.

In his eyes, there was only the deep black that belonged to the core of the giant's torso.

Within ten seconds, the knees, back of arms, neck, chest, and a height span of nearly thirty meters. The time to break through the giant's torso can be said to be so nervous.

But for Cyril, this is not a difficult task.

He flew over the giant's chest, and the verdict of Yadonis in his palm was delivered as lightningly. The blue wind blade and the power of the original source were condensed into a bunch and pierced into the core of the giant's chest. He did not stop at all, and his mind flowed. In the infinite wind island, the gate of the alien dimension made his body appear in the core of the giant's left arm in an instant, and another sword was slashed.

"Chi—Chichi!"

After the harsh chopping sound, the pained giant waved his palms later, trying to slap the small thing that dared to provoke him to death on his shoulder, but Cyril, under the gate of the alien dimension, had already jumped to its right arm, swung it out again, and hit the dark core!

Three cores are defeated!

The third sword fell, as if it had opened a catharsis port, and countless screams surged out of the broken gap, and Cyril's mind was filled with miserable screams in an instant:

"No, I don't want it, don't bite me, it hurts so much!"

"Uh, save me, save me!"

"Let me go back, I don't want to continue, I want to go home, go home!"

The wrath of these Aosaint Emma people was quickly filtered in a state of silence of their souls. Cyril seemed to see the miserable situation of those Aosaint Emma soldiers who had become increasingly deformed and lost themselves under the so-called blessing - but such a miserable situation did not make Cyril feel merciless at all. He flashed for the third time, and this sword slashed heavily on the core of the giant's neck!

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of breaking bursts exploded everywhere as the sword fell; almost as soon as the sword blade fell, dark smoke spewed out from all over the giant's huge body. When Cyril wanted to use the gate of the different dimensions to make the same, he found that the Wuliang Fengyu, which had been completely spread out, became fragmented at this moment.

These dark smoke blocked his link to the wind element.

Cyril was a little surprised, but not too much surprise. If the so-called negative forces of Yuanchu, there is not even such a means, then what else is there to be afraid of?

The huge wind element pool in his body began to truly operate at this moment. A huge amount of wind once again raised a blue light behind him. He stepped on the giant's neck with his feet and exerted force suddenly-

The sound of the sonic boom resounded through the giant's back, and the huge body leaned forward due to the force of his kick. The green wind woven behind him into a bright light belt, and in an instant, it passed a blue crack more than 30 meters long in the air from the sky to the earth!

One second, two seconds—

When the light fell to the giant's back knee, it suddenly turned and slashed horizontally from the low altitude. Then the young marquis turned out to fly out with the final acceleration. When it landed, the long sword in his hand was just about to return to the sheath!

He turned around and the huge giant body had begun to collapse because the six cores were cut off within ten seconds, and there was no chance of magic replenishing and reshaping.

Large areas of Aosaint Emma soldiers slid from the giant like landslides. After they fell to the ground, they still crawled on the ground with their torso like madmen, gathering into flowing hills, still crawling towards La Rochelle's position.

The young marquis listened to the continuous roar, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

The green weather turned into a knight, spreading away from him. In the blink of an eye, thousands of wind knights were placed beside him, like a solid long wall, blocking the mountains formed by the flesh of these Aosaint Emma soldiers.

A rumbling sound came from the wind. After the Wind Knight, a long blue wall pass gradually took shape. A burly knight stood up high above the pass, and then there were rumbling drums, horns sounded, and the stern flags fluttered. The knights shouted in a deep voice:

"Han--Sky!"

The young marquis stood in front of others. At this moment, he seemed to be on the cold pass several epochs ago, facing the wind and snow and the enemies hidden in it. The negative emotions and unknown fears of the gods, these knights walked forward fearlessly, blocking them from the ice and snow mountains with their bodies.

"Leave it to you."

He whispered softly.

Then there were deafening calls around him:

"Abide by the order!"

As the sound of gold and iron sounded, the wind knights instigated war horses and began to charge towards the low mountains that had turned into flesh!

They rushed to the low mountains, and the crazy Aosaint Emma people twisted their bodies. Before the knights hit, they had already jumped up and bit the knights' armor and weapons; but these wind knights had no pain, but just took the Aosaint Emma people who had climbed all over their bodies expressionlessly, crashed into the mountains that turned into people's transformation, and then their bodies were directly blown up, turning into the vortex of the wind blade, and continued to strangle the polluted Aosaint Emma people!

The flesh and blood splattered, and iron armor was thrown out of the wind vortex, scattering on the dark brown land outside the city of St. Haitel.

People could not count how many pieces of armor were scattered here, and it was almost nonsense to try to clean them up. So many years after the war, whenever the grass was dry in winter and the cold sun shone on the land outside Saint-Heter, it would illuminate a shiny black metallic luster.

Therefore, this place was called "Dark Armor Origin" in later generations.

At this moment, Cyril looked at the Wind Knights who were rushing into the Osaint Emma crowd, turned to carry his sword and his eyes fell on the other two giants.

He did not vent all his wind elements in one breath, and he could replicate the same process at least five times.

Then the next thing is to do the same.

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The battle on the front battlefield is over.

Atsk Angels walked out of the crowd and looked at the captured enemy general, the nobleman of O'Saint Emma named Bernie Rashid. The latter was tied firmly on a broken halberd in the posture of a pig tie, his mouth was stuffed tightly, and he could only blush and whimper.

"Take out what's in his mouth."

He ordered coldly, and immediately a soldier rushed forward, spreading Bernie Rashid's mouth open, and violently squeezing out the mud. After all, Bernie Rashid turned his head and vomited, his eyes full of tears.

"You, let me go, do you know what you are doing to a noble, Rashid heir? Danya is above, rude, rude, so savage, your country must..."

His insults came to an abrupt end.

The cold sword edge was already pressed against his neck, and the gentle commander La Rochelle, who looked gentle, held the sword in his hand and pressed against his throat.

"You, you..."

"Bernie Rashid, among the Osaint Emma people who invaded Amasil, you are also a well-known figure."

Atsk said slowly, then gently turned his sword and patted him on the face, then asked in a bad Osaint Emma language: "If you put you back Osaint Emma, ​​you should be able to get a lot of money, right?"

A light suddenly lit up in Bernie Rashid's horrified eyes. He stared at Atsk with an unbelievable gaze, and then nodded repeatedly: "Many, many, my family will pay a large amount of ransom, magic scrolls, secret handbooks, treasures, and even earth dragons. Just let me go back, let me go back..."

As his begging, Atsk had turned around and left him.

Instead, the soldiers of La Rochelle surrounded.

I heard only an obscure La Rochelle sentence, which was said from the commander:

"One person, one knife."

Bernie Rashid's eyes turned to fear. He watched the soldiers pull out their weapons and go up one after another - his outer armor had been stripped naked, and those sharp weapons passed by him one after another, only a thin piece of flesh was crossed off at a time. The soldiers of La Rochelle who had cut through the knife did not stop and directly gave the position to the people behind him.

On the plain, only Bernie Rashid's miserable scream was left, echoing for a long time.

“Don’t we have to go south again?”

Wolf Ston asked cautiously, catching up with Atsk.

"The message has been heard from the messenger. The Marquis went to the south personally, and there is no worries in the south." Atsk replied, "This Earth Dragon Legion accompanied by the Aosaint Emma people has also been completely wiped out. Leonardo broke through the extraordinary level and sacrificed his sword with them."

"Then, Lord Angels, we'll next..."

"Select the people." Atsk said directly, "Calculate the number of people who have lost battles, and reorganize the teams with combat power, and we will enter the city."

"The soldiers attacking on both wings of O'Saint Emma have all been destroyed. The only remaining is the O'Saint Emma army on the front of Saint Haitre. Those are the main elites of the Illyria Legion, and there are extraordinary people in charge."

"We must keep Saint Haitel, and wait for the return of the Marquis before we deal with the extraordinary combat power of the Osaint Emma people."

After Azke finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the messy battlefield behind him.

They had already fought very well in this battle. They had no advantage of terrain and no mobilization of reinforcements. They were completely head-on and head-on bloody battles, and eventually ended with their victory.

But the efforts are also heavy.

In order to defeat the troops of the Osaint Emma people, their more than half of their 10,000 people were lost, and they almost saved Siliki for a year, and the troops that annexed Amasil's natural guards were wiped out.

He didn't know what attitude he should have, when he returned to Mandelkesburg and Silicia, he would face the relatives of these soldiers who died in battle. Some of these soldiers could still find their entire corpses, some had been burned out by magic, and some had thrown away the corpses in the wilderness, and they could not find any trace.

All he could do was lead the remaining soldiers and win the next battle.

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During the bloody battle in the Adler area, Siliki, far away at the northernmost end of Amasir, was not much stable.

During the war, even if there is no war in Siliki at present, Siliki cannot have the slightest festive atmosphere of the Winter Forest Festival.

Caroline was covered with a thick blanket and sat at the low table emitting heat, holding her cheek with one hand and a pen with the other, writing doodle on paper.

Cyril did not allow them to participate in this war. Mia, Misha, Alina, she, Tiffany, were all asked to stay in Cyrie, known as "the housekeeper".

"Alina, Alina, when will Cyril be back?" she shouted boredly, her voice soft and her bones were crispy.

Alina was practicing sword, and her move was full of wind. When she heard Caroline's voice, she threw a neat sword flower, returned the sword to the sheath, and stood upright at the same time, and replied calmly:

"I heard that the Lord of the Lord won several victories before, and the situation has completely stabilized. I guess he will be able to return in triumph soon."

When the girl said such words, she actually had no idea about the situation - her sense of smell is much stronger than Caroline. Of course, she knows how the Osaint Emma people came in full force this time, and how could the war end in a short period of time.

However, Caroline obviously did not hear her hidden meaning. Her short words were enough to make Caroline smile on her face. The latter stretched out his arms, and his slightly tall body rolled on the ground. Suddenly she pointed her hand out the window and said loudly:

"It's snowing, it's snowing!"

"It's snowing?" Alina turned around and saw snowflakes falling from outside the window, piled up on the eaves outside.

"Sister Alina, let's go to Lurea Observation Tower to see the snow!"

Caroline suddenly became excited and without giving Alina the chance to refuse, she grabbed Alina's hand and ran out.

The Lurea Observation Tower, located in the Lurea Research Institute, is a building like a bell tower recently established. According to Miss Mia, it seems that after finding a legendary treasure as the "core of the observation tower", the observation tower can become an authentic "magistrate tower".

However, the observation tower at this time can only play a lookout role. It is the tallest building in the entire Siliki. There are also specialized Hawkeye alchemy props on the top of the tower, which can be seen very far away.

The two of them sat on the wind ladder and headed all the way up in the cold wind. Before long, they reached the top of the tower. Caroline trotted and stood inside the tower, lay on the guardrail on the other side, staring out with wide eyes.

"It's really a heavy snow." Alina looked at the snowflakes that were getting heavier and heavier outside. It was not long before Siliki was already gray.

But Caroline did not respond to her. She turned her head to look at it and found that Caroline had picked up the Hawkeye Farglasses and kept looking into the distance.

Then, the girl's trembling voice came:

"Sister Alina, look, that... shouldn't be our army, right?"
Chapter completed!