"Daddy...... Father...... Help me......"

The little girl crawled and cried, her little face mixed with snot and tears, and the white dress had long been jet black, dyed all over the black and red.

The villages outside the Acropolis were covered in blood, the streets, the wells, and everywhere the eye could see, and the demons from the Brimstone River strung the inhabitants who had no time to flee on hooks, dragged them out of their houses, brutally tortured them, and hung them on the trees of the villages. The little girl's screams called out to her father, who might have already been one of the unfortunates.

But the demons seemed to be playing with the little prey, and getting great pleasure from the little girl's restlessness and panic. They left her struggling in pools of blood and mud, but every time she crawled a distance, a hellhound came up and bit her white calf and dragged her back.

The little girl screamed and struggled, and the little devils not far away burst into laughter in unison. It was like a feast for them, as they pulled a dying girl out of the pile of corpses, grabbed her long flaxen hair with their claws, sliced open her chest with a sharp knife, freed her heart from the splatters of blood, and snatched it to swallow.

The little girl was completely stunned when she saw this, and when the hellhound came to her, as if losing interest, she bit down, and then shook her huge head, and the little girl's lifeless body shook like a broken doll with its huge mouth.

But it was at this moment that this hellish creature as tall as a man and with a huge collar that looked like a giant wolf with dark fur suddenly raised its head. He shook his ears, and there was a look of wariness in his eyes that flowed with flames. An arrow whizzed from the night sky in the distance, separating the wind from the shower, striking its smoky nostrils, and the sulfur-stenching creature let out a scream and its entire body tumbled backwards.

A female knight burst out of the rain curtain, sword in her hand like a spike that emitted cold light. With a glint of hatred in her eyes, one hand lifted the Hellhound's jaw high, and flames burned from under the Hellhound's fur. It burned her fingers, but she gritted her teeth and slammed the sword upwards, sinking straight into the hilt.

"Die. Demons, go back to your hell! ”

The Hellhound let out a wail, and a stream of hot, foul-smelling blood splattered from the wound in its throat, splashing Freya in the face.

Then more knights rushed out of the rain, and Beth took a longbow and arrowed one arrow at a time, killing the little demon in the distance. These red-skinned demons were no more than the strength of the upper reaches of the Black Iron, and they were not as strong as the hellhounds that Freya had killed.

The knights passed by Freya and called out the female knight's name. But Freya, as if she had lost all her strength, threw the body of the hellhound to the ground. Then she bent down and carefully picked up the little girl. The little girl was already a blur of flesh and blood from her neck to her chest, her eyes were half-closed, and her small mouth was spitting out blood foam and fragments of internal organs one by one, trying to make a little noise: "Sister...... It hurts......"

Freya bit her lower lip and tears flowed uncontrollably. The scene before me is familiar, it has played out in Bucci, in many other places in Eruin. She had experienced the same pain firsthand. The flames of war burn across the land, but it is not the nobles of the kingdom who suffer in the flames, but his people.

For a year, the kingdom seemed to be at peace again, but the same pain was repeated again and again. This time it was the Cruz people and the nobles of the north who brought such a catastrophe, and who will be the next time?

Eruin is powerless to change, just as she is powerless to save the little girl in her arms. Freya felt that she could only watch her die with weakness, and the little girl finally lost her warmth in her arms.

"Brando, what should I do......" Freya gently lowered her and couldn't help but mumble to herself.

She turned around, and Beth had somehow come behind the knight and patted her on the back. "Freya, this is war, you have to learn to get used to it." She sighed and replied.

"But when will the war end for Eruin?"

"Wait until it's stronger, so powerful that no one can control our destiny."

"One day," replied Beth, firmly, "Her Royal Highness will do it, and will no longer rely on the rotten nobles of the north." ”

Are you sure? Freya couldn't help but think of what Brando had told her, but is the royal party also a nobleman? Can those nobles really understand such pain? The more she knew, the darker and deeper history seemed to her, as if a giant mouth was about to swallow her. But she remembered the firm eyes in the fire of Bouche, why was Brando always so confident?

The fog that made everyone hesitate and uneasy seemed to exist in front of him, did he have seen the other side of history, the inevitable end?

The girl was stunned.

……

Bunoan's position looked like a charred pot, and on top of the charred ground stood sticks near and far, some of which still had a few broken flags. Fragments of burnt armor were strewn across the ground, mutilated human bodies, hands and feet, or whatever.

The demonic offensive has finally come to an end, but it has brought an incomparable shock to people's hearts. The remnants of the defeated generals retreated one after another, and finally rebuilt a defensive line after retreating for nearly four or five miles. The genius of the Hong Kong covenant, Feng? Viscount Dougening looked at the big pits in the distance one after another from the position, and his teeth itched with hatred, when the big men of the Northern Alliance Army cried and asked to retreat, he should have killed them all with one sword, it was a gang of miscreants.

He was fortunate enough to survive the battle in the Mar Heights, and although he was captured and quickly replaced, he was very unsightly, so he desperately needed a victory to prove himself. The glory of a soldier is to move forward, especially in a war like this. Killing a few more demons is a qualification for future promotion.

But the demon's attack is so formidable, von? Viscount Dogning didn't know if he had a chance. There was a bright fire burning on the other side of the horizon. It was as if the rain was grease that made the flames shine brighter. The Acropolis of Buno was finished, he didn't care how many people died there and who died, none of this had anything to do with him, but he at least understood that the line of defense had become precarious.

He saw several knights in the robes of the White Lion Legion walking past him—as if the White Lions were organizing a counterattack. He couldn't help but spit out, such a battle was uncomfortable. Even the combat style of the enemy is not clear, the commanders are a bunch of fools.

Feng? Viscount Dogning couldn't help but look at the sky, his gaze unable to penetrate the rain curtain. But the shadow of the Eruin Royal First Fleet could still be seen hanging in the air. His eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Count Yanirasu corrected the time on his pocket watch for the last time.

The fleet had completely spread out in the direction where the northern demon army was stationed, and all the gun doors on the ship's side had been opened. It's like opening the eyes of countless black holes. The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and in the pouring rain it had become nothing but darkness that could not be seen.

But there was still a lingering light in the sky, and a mottled glow mixed with flickering flames.

The light fell on the count's resolute countenance, outlining a few straight lines. The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at the Cruz: "Fifteen minutes to go." ”

Almost all of the top echelons of the coalition forces, the Cruz and the Eruin, were now gathered on the deck. Under the watchful eye of High Priest Wood, Charles placed a crystal ball in the center, and on the crystal ball was Brando's image.

At the same moment, Brando was looking at Wood's image on the crystal ball that Babasha had placed on a parchment map.

"Brando. Fifteen minutes in which the Cruz and the Eruin will launch a general assault on the demonic armies from the Brimstone River, many times their size, and we will draw your attention" Wood, dressed in the robes of the Priest, looked stern. "But can you really find a way to tear down those flames?"

"I can't guarantee it." Brando replied earnestly, "But you and I both understand what happens if I don't succeed, so we have to do it." ”

"I, and you—both so, Lord Priest." He smiled.

Wood looked at Brando deeply.

It was one of the last faces he wanted to see, if he could, and Ampesel's plan was about to become a nightmare for him. The situation in the port has completely deteriorated. If the Northern Coalition is unable to defeat the demons, then it is very likely that the Cruz Empire and the Sanctuary of Fire will pay a heavy price for it.

It was the Three Flames, and no one knew the weight of them better than him. No, there is one person who may at least know as well as he does. Wood stared at each other, wondering why the young man could know so much about it.

As soon as Brando spoke, the northern nobles blew up: "Is this guy shirking responsibility?" ”

"Lord Priest, if he can't pack the ticket, what's the point of us launching a death-defying charge against the demon here, it's like a fool."

"Is this Her Royal Highness the Princess trying to find a way to drain the strength of her allies?"

"Let's hold on and wait for help, the Temple of Fire won't leave us alone."

On the other side of the crystal ball, Princess Griffiin also grabbed Brando's sleeve. She looked at him a little angrily and asked, "Mr. Brando, you said that we were going to take advantage of it." ”

"They are demons, Your Highness the Princess."

"I know, but you don't have to take unnecessary risks" The princess struggled to suppress her anger, "Mr. Brando, we can defeat them eventually!" I don't support your personal heroism, that's romantic, but it's not the right thing to do! ”

Brando sighed and reached out to gently smooth the messy strands of hair on Her Royal Highness's forehead, which stunned everyone around him. Even the eldest princess herself froze, but Brando didn't care, to be honest, he didn't know if he would make it back alive.

As early as the moment he made his decision, he knew what kind of battle he was about to face.

"Have you ever seen a real army of demons, Princess?" He asked softly.

……

"Have you ever seen a real army of demons, a bunch of fools?" Wood turned his head slowly, and anyone could hear the anger in the High Priest's tone. The nobles of the north were invincible, but they had to bow their heads in front of the Temple of Fire, and everyone was silent for a while.

"Demons are mortal enemies of order and civilization, Your Highness Princess, they are unruly, and although they are not subordinate to the Dragon of Dusk, they are born of chaos. They are born to tear apart a qiē, and a qiē beautiful and cherished thing is their enemy. And their pleasure is based on the pain and despair of mortals. ”

"The Temple's confrontation with the cultists was not done to silence the opposition. Those believers who obey the twilight, the chaos believers, their faith is to tear the world apart, so that our world does not exist. Yet it is regrettable that some of the people here today, some of the nobles who are supposed to be responsible for guiding the people, have foolishly ignored this. ”

"The Demon Scourge of the Four Realms is still remembered, the demons that poured out of the open portal destroyed a whole kingdom, and almost all living beings were completely gone. Who will save them? No one. Not even the temple can do it. Your Highness Princess, have you ever seen the devil walk on the earth, and the flames of brimstone burn a qiē behind them? ”

"I've seen it, and I wasn't a high-ranking priest of the temple then. Millions of demons descended on this world, and it took the temple ten years to drive them back to the Brimstone River once and for all. ”

"Today, Eruin is going to face the same fate."

"Back then, on the border of Antobro, opening was just a crack. Today, there are three complete portals. Wood said quietly, he was not afraid to divulge the secrets of the Temple, because if today's things were not good, his political life would be completely ended, and he would become a sinner.

What's more, the reputation of the Flame Sanctuary will suffer an unimaginable blow.

The other side. Brando was silent for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: "Your Royal Highness, Eruin will be turned into a scorched earth. Maybe we can rebuild it someday, but there's a chance right now, isn't it? ”

There are millions of lives here, and that may have nothing to do with him. He will not see them tormented in the flames, he will not see them die in agony, he will not even hear their wails before they die.

It seems that Qiē has nothing to do with him, and he can still methodically carry out his plan to reshape this ancient kingdom on the wasteland.

At least Valhalla is still there, isn't it?

Maybe yes. But Brando couldn't convince himself that he could ignore it, he could sue him for not seeing it, but he couldn't fool the most "true" emotions in his heart.

Everyone is trying to escape all the time, but everyone has the most "true" self in their hearts, which tells him what is right and what is wrong.

No one is born a hero, but now at least they can give it a go. As he understood after a qiē, there is only one thing in this world that cannot be remedied.

That's a pity.

Her Royal Highness looked at him in amazement.

"Mr. Brando, you ......"

"Your Royal Highness, you said you believed me."

"You ......" Princess Griffiin gritted her teeth and struggled for a moment, but finally let go of her hand: "Okay, I see......"

Brando nodded to her, and then he looked back at the image of Wood's priest on the crystal ball. "Looks like we've come to an agreement, congratulations, Lord Priest."

Wood nodded, but sighed slightly. The high priest couldn't help but lower his eyelids slightly: he was indeed acting too much, and he probably shouldn't have allowed this qiē to happen in the first place.

"May Lord Martha, who is in heaven, bless us, and hope that the fortunes of Eruin are not over." He had never wished for a moment that Eruin would continue to exist—at least as a Cruzian, a high priest of the Temple, and today was probably the day when he most deeply wished that the country would continue to exist.

Brando also smiled: "Yes, I hope the Flame Temple didn't go against the will of the ancestor Geert too much, otherwise I would have been implicated and unlucky and wronged, wouldn't I-"

Wood snorted.