On the day Chino left the city, the news had already spread to all corners of the kingdom from light and dark channels, and everyone in the royal city knew that the "Twilight Death" and his "Death Army" left their first mark in the history of the kingdom.

Different from the impetuous border cities, the royal city is full of ancient and vicissitudes, and the huge wall carved with the sun relief rises and falls, revealing a solemn and majestic momentum, as if it wants to penetrate this mortal world and merge with the sky overhead.

The main road of the royal city is the most spacious city street in the entire kingdom of Doguland, the 183-meter-wide road is made of heavy and thick bluestone slabs, like a work of magic, the tall stone pillars are lined up on both sides, the momentum is proud, splashing a little golden light under the illumination of the sun, and the magnificent murals are engraved on it, like a road that has been visited by the gods.

On this day, the streets out of the city were full of people, and the black crowd was separated on both sides by the cordon drawn by the defenders, and spread far to the end of the sky, and the sound came like a tide, and everyone cheered and passionate.

The team returning to Twilight was marching here, with three Lieutenant Commanders of the Death Legion at the front of the array, followed by the rest of the soldiers, dressed in black uniforms with a cold aura of slaughter, like birds with black feathers.

In the crowd, all kinds of shouts began to rise to each other:

"Warriors! Kill the Visitors! Kill all the blasphemers! ”

"I can't wait to see the visitors crying!"

"The Legion of the Dead will defend our homeland for us, and let all the blasphemers who invade this world regret it!"

"The majesty of the gods is unshakable! Return to the sun! Sun Shelter Death Legion!! ”

...

Lugo was dressed in fine black armor, riding a sweaty and bloody horse imported from the Far East, riding in front of the three of them unrestrainedly, he was already thick-skinned and loved to be in the limelight, and now he was a real ambition, and his nostrils were almost facing the sky.

The former hooligan leader held his head high, waved triumphantly to the people, took all the flowers he tossed, threw them back to the other soldiers if he couldn't take them, and then shamelessly continued to take them.

Later, there was a small loophole in the cordon somewhere, a woman squeezed out of the crowd and ran to the front of the queue to show her love to Lugo, Lugo did not shy away from it, laughed, and directly reached out to carry her on the horse to prevent her from being bumped into by others.

Baisa looked at Lugo, who was in the limelight, and said lukewarmly: "Lugo is really proud, if it weren't for a good master, he would still be a mercenary by now." ”

Paladin glanced at Baiza, and quietly rode his horse closer, pretending to be gossiping: "To tell you the truth, what Chino found surprised, I was also surprised. ”

Baixa: "What? ”

"No one confessed to Chino - I knew Lugo and I would bite the bullet, but I was very worried that you would confess, but you didn't." Paladin paused at this point and asked in a deep voice, "You really didn't confess, did you?" ”

Baixa turned his face to look at the crowd: "No." ”

Paladin: "I don't like your reaction. ”

Baixa: "What's the reaction?" ”

"Side face." Paladin paddled with him, squinted his eyes, and said, "When you were serving in Shirintown, every time you kid lied, you would subconsciously make this action. ”

Baixa looked at Paladin and said helplessly, "If I confess, will the inquisitor write it down?" Did you have my confession on paper when you connected the documents afterwards? ”

Paladin was speechless, he nodded and asked tentatively, "That... Didn't you say it for me? For me and my family? ...”

"Hmm." Baixa looked sideways at the hustle and bustle of the street, and his deep voice was unpredictable, "For you and your family." ”

...

The streets of the royal city are crisscrossed by an array of death legions, and the black crow flag, which was designed by the king himself and symbolized the meaning of death, fluttered in the wind.

The climate in the falling season is treacherous and changeable, just now it was still a scorching sun, but now it is full of haze, and the wind has begun to mix with invisible dust, and the air pressure is so low that people's hearts are stuffy, as if there is some kind of power devouring life.

"Step, step, step...", the dull sound of horses' hooves sounded, obviously only a part of the thousands of horses, but it concealed a terrible sense of oppression, so much so that it drowned out all the noise.

In the center of the Death Legion array, a tall black horse marched on its hooves, and Chino had left the carriage at some point and rode forward himself.

On horseback, Chino was dressed in a general's black shirt, and every black feather on his coat was the first feather that grew out of the night crow's shell, the color was as thick as ink, like a black cloud blooming when it was high in the wind, and the pair of amber eyes did not have any emotional fluctuations, overlooking the surrounding crowd, dead and silent.

Chino wasn't riding alone, there was a man in front of him.

Solandelle was the opposite of Chino in a black shirt, she was dressed in a pure white fluffy robe, wearing a laurel crown on her forehead, her skin was fairer than winter snow, and occasionally a strand of long white blonde hair rose in the wind and landed on Chino's face, becoming the center of attention with him.

The streets were crowded with people, but there was no longer the slightest shout, and all the people looked at Chino silently with wide eyes, and everyone who was stared back by Chino would unconsciously bow their heads as a sign of humility.

In this silent silence, Chino's "triple shackles" are boiling in a hustle and bustle, and the emotional values dominated by "respect" and "awe" are surging like huge waves.

Unlike the case at the plenary meeting of the kingdom, it was now a real large-scale harvest, and the royal city had a population of a million, and aside from those who were not present, there were hundreds of thousands of people who could glimpse Chino on both sides of the main road.

In the face of this "Twilight Death" who can sense the invasion of visitors from outside the sky, everyone's emotions have climbed to the peak, and the respect and awe points contributed are almost full.

When Chino slowly walked forward under the attention of the crowd and arrived at the city gate, the respect value had reached more than 10 million, and the awe value had reached a terrifying more than 20 million.

Later, without knowing who led the way, the crowd bowed down one after another like the waves of the sea, fell on one knee on both sides of the street, clasped their right hands in front of their chests, and offered the most reverent salute.

Solandelle looked up at Chino, her face full of longing, "You are the desire of all now." ”

Chino's fingertips ran over Solandelle's cheek, leaned over to her ear, smiled and whispered, "Soon, you will too." ”

The black steed marched to the city gate, Chino looked back, the afterglow of the sky obscured by the haze was reflected in the amber pupils, as if there was a scorching light shining to the fullest, he looked at this land of belief in the sun, looked at the royal city that represented the supreme power, and the corners of his lips slowly raised a treacherous arc, like a demon that had been dormant for a long time, finally showing its fangs.