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A faint red light appeared in the distant eastern sky. A new day was about to come, and the morning sun also revealed her beauty. An extremely neat team drove far away. Obviously, this was a starry night army, and it was not difficult to see the long-distance dust from them.

In the team, no soldier showed fatigue or dissatisfaction. Their eyes were sharp and firm. Everyone stared ahead, in the direction of the Cologne Fortress, and the fighting spirit of victory flashed in their eyes. In the eyes of these soldiers, there was endless flames, which were the flames ignited by the Cologne Fortress, and that was also their brothers. The flames ignited by their comrades with their lives. A strong sense of sadness flashed in their eyes, but they did not cry, they only had relief, just blessings, just...

In the distance, at the end of the road were endless baggage trucks, and thick dust rose as the wheels rolled, and the dust rose up all the way behind it. Walking at the front of the team were dozens of infantry phalanxes, all wearing dense mail, which was the most common style on the mainland, but there was a shining military emblem on the shoulders of each soldier, which was the symbol of the Central Army of the Empire.

Several teams of light cavalry hovered on both sides of the infantry team, defending against the possible monsters on both wings. All light cavalry held a sharp sword in their hands, but this did not affect their skillful control of the mounts. Suddenly, Jing Chen's hazy eyes saw a scene in the team that he couldn't believe. A group of middle-aged people riding horses were all wearing uniform robes, headed by an old man riding a white horse. He was wearing a lilac robe and three gold edges were embroidered at the cuffs of the robe.

Such a neat queue and this standard robe made Jing Chen think of the special system of the Central Army, the Magician Corps mentioned by his father Jing Tian. This is the core force in the Central Army of the Holy Spirit Empire. The entire magician regiment is divided into three brigades, and there are three squadrons under the brigade. The 100 magicians in each squadron are divided into three squadrons, except for one squadron leader and nine guards, and the entire magician regiment is less than a thousand. But even less than a thousand people are known as one of the three powerful armies in the continent, as famous as the Sky-Breaking Division of the Saint Bruno Empire and the Sin Death Cannon Camp of the Jingge Alliance.

Seeing that the size of the magical corps came to participate in the battle this time was far from a squadron. Although Jing Chen didn't look at it carefully, based on his vision, there were at least 500 members of the magical corps. This means that at least five squadrons came. What does this mean? There are only nine squadrons in the magical corps, five or even more than five at a time. This is enough to show the strong strength of this team. After all, Perry, known as the God of War, would not be stupid enough to fill the pit with the magical corps.

The team moved from far to near, and soon it had already reached the east gate of Cologne Fortress. Mo waved his right hand and the city gate, which was more than ten meters high, was slowly pushed open by a hidden force.

Walking in front of the team was an old man. He was burly, with a national face, long golden hair, and sat proudly on the horse in the golden morning light. On the old man, there was a momentum of a person who had been in the upper hand for a long time, and there was also a seriousness that soldiers were accustomed to. His eyes swept over the city coldly, his expression slightly relaxed, and he nodded to Mr. Mo, without saying anything more.

Suddenly, a strong aura gushed out from the old man's body. Even Jing Chen, who was standing on the top of the city, was almost suffocated by him. A gentle force suddenly came. Jing Chen turned his head and looked hard. Old Master Mo held his body with his hand and slowly let him sit down. A complete aura suddenly wrapped around Jing Chen, leaving him free from the influence of the old man's aura under the city wall.

"The whole army listened to my orders, implement the No. 1 combat plan, and enter the city!" After the words came, a sharp sword in his right hand swung over, and the blood of countless soldiers was ignited at this moment. They roared and rushed into the city. At this moment, the city was already a sea of ​​fire, with monsters roaring, human moans, and explosions constantly. As the sun slowly rose, the sunlight shone in the Cologne Fortress. The time for the most suitable monsters to move has quietly passed. Moreover, the Central Army, which has always been famous for its toughness, showed no soldier even in the starry night march.

Although the defenders of the Cologne Fortress had already felt the footsteps of reinforcements, they were still firmly carrying out their missions, and soldiers and warriors were constantly dying together, and warriors were blown into pieces and splashing. The eyes of the Central Army soldiers flashed with sad light. Perhaps these dead soldiers did not have their excellent weapons and their overall strength, but all the defenders were most respected because they were worthy of the four words "Imperial Soldiers".

It was them who used their lives to defend the mission of soldiers, they used their flesh and blood to protect countless civilians from evacuating safely, they used everything they had fulfilled their oath when they enlisted, and they...

All the Central Army soldiers who rushed into the Cologne Fortress rushed to the places where flying monsters gathered, because they had their brothers, because they had the glory of the empire, and because they had immortal military souls. Unfortunately, there were too many monsters, and there would be dazzling flames rising in many places before they could rush over. Then they could see a large area of ​​monsters being bombed and frightened from afar.

All the soldiers entering the city were automatically divided into squads of twenty or thirty people. They walked tacitly between the streets of the city at a very fast speed. Especially those teams composed of members of the magician group, whether they were low-level monsters or beast king-level monsters, could not hinder their pace. Whenever the wounded were rescued, a life-type druid would come over to treat the wounded. This is the standard configuration of the magician group team. Each team would have a druid who was good at healing. This profession that was very useless elsewhere was a must-have in the magician group.

Standing above the east gate, Jing Chen felt dizziness hit his head. Looking at the scene of war in front of him, he seemed to have returned to his childhood. Sitting beside his father Jingtian, listening to Jingtian telling him stories about war. It was his happiest time. He went to exercise with his father every morning, and after exercise, he sat down to listen to his father telling stories. But now... Jing Chen suddenly remembered his parents. More than a year had passed in a blink of an eye. Now his parents don’t know where they are and how they are.

"If you are tired, take a rest." Old Mo's voice suddenly rang.

"Old Mo, why did you come here suddenly? Are grandpa and the others okay?" Jing Chen narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion. According to what Armanderon said at the beginning, Old Mo should have stayed at Zeus Academy to look for him, so why did he suddenly appear here?

"Have you not seen that old guy?" Old Mo turned his head and looked at Jing Chen who was already sitting on the top of the city in confusion.

"Who? Grandpa? I haven't seen him before!" Jing Chen tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Old Mo who was also looking at him in surprise.

"How is it possible? It was when he sent me overnight that I realized that you had come out and then arrived at the Cologne Fortress. According to what he said at the time, according to time, he should have arrived long ago, so why didn't he meet you?" Old Mo frowned slightly. Of course, he was not worried that the Great Elder would have something. In this world, there may be a peerless strong man who can give the Great Elder no chance to escape, but the chance he encountered was probably smaller than the chance of being struck by lightning.

"Oh?" Jing Chen responded hesitantly, and then his eyes narrowed. He remembered the battle with the middle-aged man with a zombie-faced face that day. On several occasions, when the middle-aged man was about to kill him, he could feel a familiar aura, but the aura was extremely erratic, but it was very weak at that time. At first, Jing Chen thought it was his illusion, but now it seems that it is not the case. Maybe it is the elder grandfather who is secretly protecting him. Finally, when Amanderon arrived, he left safely.

Thinking of this, Jing Chen was even more confused. Why did his grandfather secretly protect him but he didn't come out to meet him? Where has he gone now? Since leaving his parents, Jing Chen has always felt lonely. Fortunately, the elder later accepted him as his grandson, which also made him find the warmth of his relatives again, but now...

"You don't have to think too much. That old guy is very desperate. Maybe something is delayed. He will naturally come to see you after finishing the matter. That old guy is very reluctant to part with you, hehe." As he said that, Old Mo actually laughed, but a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and glanced at Jing Chen sitting on the ground, and said nothing more.

As time went by, the baggage truck that was originally left behind slowly drove to the east gate. The baggage truck convoy stretched for more than ten miles, and each car was filled with various military supplies, including weapons, food, bedding, and tents. Of course, there were many things that Jing Chen didn't recognize, which were also essential supplies for war.

The shouts of killing gradually faded away, and Jing Chen felt that everything in front of him began to blur, and his head tilted, and he fainted.

After a while, Jing Chen slowly opened his eyes. As his eyes opened, his consciousness became clear again. He shook his slightly heavy head. Jing Chen raised his head and looked around. Jing Chen, whose eyes were originally a little hazy, suddenly became stunned. He suddenly realized that he had actually come to a very strange place.

This is a towering stone platform. There is nothing else on the stone platform. The stars shine in the sky but there is no moon. Jing Chen slowly lowered his head and saw only the clouds floating at the waist of the stone platform. Everything below was covered by those clouds and could not be seen clearly.

"Awaken?" A kind voice sounded.

Jing Chen turned his head and said in surprise, "It's you!" He saw an old man on the stone platform at some point. He had a medium figure. Although he was not young, his eyes were bright and he could not see any old look. Jing Chen had seen this old man. It was the old man who helped him open up the power of his bloodline.

"It's me." The old man responded with a smile. Jing Chen suddenly felt that the old man seemed to be in a particularly good mood. When his eyes looked at him, there seemed to be excitement and joy in his eyes.

"Am I here again..." After glanced around, Jing Chen hesitated for a moment and did not continue. No matter how hard he looked, it didn't look like the place he came to. Although the sky was still full of stars, and although the old man was still standing here, at least when he came last time, he had never seen this towering stone platform.

"You are indeed here again, this is the third time." The old man affirmed Jing Chen's guess. Not only that, his fingers were scattered, and a faint blood light suddenly appeared in front of Jing Chen. The blood light slowly condensed into a strange rune.

Suddenly, the blood-colored rune suddenly shook, and a dazzling blood-colored light soared into the sky.

The calm starry sky suddenly trembled, and a huge pressure that made Jing Chen even breathless suddenly descended on the stone platform. Jing Chen's body, which had just stood up, suddenly shook and almost fell down. The old man raised his right hand slightly, and a soft force came, and this force just supported his shaking body, allowing him to stand firm.

"Is this..." Jing Chen looked at the old man beside him, his eyes full of confusion.

"Look, no one has been here for the third time in many years. I hope you can..." The old man did not continue to say it. A flash of fanatical light flashed in his eyes, but the light flashed away. Jing Chen, who was puzzled, did not notice the light.
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