The clouds in the starry sky were illuminated in the moonlight, stained red with blood, and a slight cold wind blew on the thick snow. Qing shook off the crimson sword, and the warm blood that still remained melted a thin layer of snow. Until now, no one has been able to enter the canyon.

The speed at which the soldiers poured in slowed down, and the fear on each of their faces was clearly visible. Countless people fell on the cold snow, but no one could step into the canyon, and even those who were stopped in the canyon and wanted to escape were killed by Qing, no one could enter or come out.

Qing couldn't see where the real commander was, but what was certain was that he had hesitated. He felt fear, and when he was afraid, he drove the emotions of the soldiers around him, and once the rear army slowed down, the front army, which had lost its thrust, also slowed down under the effect of fear.

More than 100,000 people, none of them were spared to consume their lives, and Qing's existence is more terrible than a disaster. This is the battlefield, just like countless times before, a one-man battlefield. Their eyes were like demons, and the speed of the whole army's advance became slower, but many of them did not give up.

Because behind them is their hometown, the land they live on, and no matter how bad it is, it is where they all belong. Their children, their families are waiting for them to come home. ---- Qing's sword was as swift as lightning, and its strength was as heavy as a mountain, and even if the sword he swung out had killed several soldiers, the momentum it drove could also hammer the people around him to death. I don't know when, everything that Qing knows has been reversed.

The once weak has disappeared with the wind, and the hard wings and sharp teeth have grown completely. Stepping on this battlefield again, I sigh from the bottom of my heart. War is killing, but this time the direction of killing has shifted to the side of the guardian.

In an instant, countless sword shadows tore through the air, slashed through human bodies, and one by one people fell unevenly, hundreds or even thousands. Qing killed mercilessly, because Qing's purpose is also to protect, but this time it is no longer in the name of justice.

The white mist spat out of the wolf's helmet, and it was only the first time that the soldiers who were about to be slaughtered thought that behind the armor was actually a living person. The silver-gray armor had also been stained red with blood, dripping with blood, but it could be seen on the blue armor without scratches that it was all a mark left by someone else.

The reduction of more than 100,000 men has already dealt a heavy blow to the huge army, and the unreachable army can already see the border. It's just that they still haven't retreated, because now they have no choice but to win or die! No one can tolerate persecution of their homeland.

Qing gasped softly again, but there was no stiffness in his movements, and the blade was as sharp and agile as a hurricane's lightning. The canyon is very long, and Artoria and they still have five or six hundred thousand people in it, so it will take time to completely withdraw from the canyon! Green can't stop there!

The accumulation of more than 100,000 people can already rise to a considerable height even if it is not placed in one place, and in order to maintain a smooth battle, Qing will kick these corpses into the canyon from time to time, or directly shatter them. As a result, the canyon behind Qing has almost been blocked by the wreckage, and the strong fishy smell is permeating the battlefield all the time.

This is the taste of war, which throws all those who participate in the war into it like a furnace, full of hatred and blood, and at the same time gives birth to heroes and legends. But the green sword is more terrible than the flames of the furnace, burning everything that is qualified and unqualified to ashes.

There was still the sound of gold and iron in the canyon, and Qing's twin swords still maintained a killing posture. Qing only needed to defend the canyon passage more than 100 meters behind him, while the Roman army was overwhelming. They were like sharp knives, and the concentrated forces didn't slow down Qing's swinging of the blade!

The physical strength was consumed at the same time as the mana, and the surrounding land was still as hard as steel. If he could, Qing would rather destroy the entrance to this canyon, but the magician who reinforced the ground obviously would not show up for Qing to kill, and Qing could not abandon this entrance to let the Roman army enter.

With every swing of the blade, mana is consumed like stamina. The direct framing of the physical body by spirits is an inherently imitating method of imitating the gods, and sometimes it often reveals its drawbacks. The consumption of magic power, one's own flesh, it is really difficult to release power casually. However, Iger is also right, as long as Qing has enough time, the situation of saving mana can also be greatly improved, and even has its own mana to provide it!

But! Even if millions of people rush up together, Qing will not have the slightest fear or hesitation, because he has the power to annihilate them! Qing smiled bitterly, killing people is really not Qing's fun, but as a natural battle maniac, if there is no way to stop fighting, Qing has to push himself to enjoy the fun of fighting!

Qing lifted the double sword and met it again, and the momentary stagnation was just to make enough mental preparations! Prepare for continued killing! The blood and mutilated limbs scattered out, and the speed of the green accelerated again, and the momentum of the storm overshadowed the entire home field of Rome in an instant!

As the sharp blade of the big sword killed more than a dozen soldiers, a snowflake fell on Qing's sword and melted, and Qing felt the slight weight here, and couldn't help but look at the sky. The snow began to fall from the sky, and the slightly cold wind blew up snowflakes to make the battlefield hazy, but this also had no meaning for this war!

The world was covered with snow, but there was no beauty at all on the bright red earth, but it was even more desolate. Qing didn't know how long it would take for them to do this senseless assault, but Qing would keep killing until they didn't feel like it anymore!

[Whew! ---------】

The search of the pupils gathered, and the intuition of the green sent out a dangerous signal like an explosion in an instant! I didn't care about the axes that were slashing at me, and the blades cut to the direction from which the sense of crisis came from!

[Snort!] 】

The exhaled air became heavy, messy and noisy, and the blue flashing eyes stared blankly at his straight sword------- without touching any metal. But on the left chest that was dripping with blood, a red spear had pierced his heart------

His heart was shattered in an instant, and Ao's breathing became trembling. Seriously injured by an attack from an unknown direction, the knife and axe behind him have already slashed at him! Qing's offensive was on the verge of collapse in an instant!

【Bang!!! 】

The impact force like a violent explosion pushed everyone around Qing away! Qing supported the earth with her greatsword, and borrowed the void created by the impact she unleashed with her magic power to stop for a short time! With one free hand, he held back the intense pain and held the crimson spear stuck in his chest!

[Snort~poof! 】

The spear is drawn roughly! Qing's breathing became heavier, and the big sword supporting him became slightly unstable! It's just that Qing himself was hurt for the first time, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy, and his heart was also broken by himself! While the magic is flowing out along with the blood, Qing also needs a lot of magic to fill the gap in the heart!

"Is ------ inhibition ----? ---------”

Qing glanced at the whole area, although the snow was hazy, but he could still see the figure with the same spiritual personality! When a large number of human beings die and human beings cannot stop it, the existence of a force called inhibition will appear. And that figure is also a figure that does not exist with the cause and effect of this time and space!

"Sneak attack, you can't be called a hero. -------Besides, I didn't say I wouldn't use a gun!! ”

The green fingers swung, and the tip of the gun in his hand instantly pointed in the direction of the figure! Although it's not his own weapon, Qing has the qualifications to cast it with the bonus of magic released! No matter how great the revenge, how much revenge will be avenged!

[Whoosh!! 】

Blessings unleashed by magic! In addition, it was only a matter of a moment for Qing to fight back from injury! The crimson spear blesses the green and contains the magic of thunder and lightning! Sweep across the sky at high speed like a bright sun!

[Boom!!!!!! 】

A violent explosion flattened the mountain! Even from a distance of 100 kilometers, you can see a mushroom cloud rising into the sky! The breath was gone. Qing turned his head to look at the stunned army, this divine power had made them powerless to resist. Now the air wave from the explosion is also blowing, but it is not very strong, like a slightly stronger gale.

The mana was almost exhausted in an instant, but being able to destroy the monsters sent by the inhibition was already a good reward. Qing held the big sword and gasped, but still no one dared to step forward!

Qing used her magic to weave the destroyed part of the armor, and the blood that flowed out would only flow in the armor. Because Qing knows that as a warrior, he must not let the enemy see the scene of his injury and weakness!

The mountain of corpses behind him was already very high, and Qing's magic power was also lost due to the unknown sneak attack. But with the assistance of the perpetual motion machine sent by Egger, Qing can still take advantage of the backing here to continue fighting------ but I don't know how long it can last--------

Is he still alive ---? ----What was that just now------]

[He must be a demon!] That shadow just now! It must have been him---- don't act rashly----]

[But he looks like he's dying---------]

Both sides froze, the explosion that lit up the night sky and made them tremble from the depths of their souls. Everyone was talking, but no one was on the offensive!

Qing stood silently in place, the large hole in his chest like a talisman, and blood was already spilling along the gap in his leg armor. The battle armor composed of magic power is no longer stable, but the momentum like a mountain crushing it still shocks the more than 500,000 military formations present! At this moment, a shining golden shadow crossed the mountain of corpses made of Qing and fell to Qing's side.

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