Rolling low mountains, gentle valleys, indescribable flags and corpses lying among them, the remnants of the magic element liliang gathered and scattered like souls and spirits on this lost battlefield.

This is a gentle valley east of the Damu River, where a recent encounter took place, and judging by the ruins of the battlefield, it was a ferocious battle, with corpses all over the valley, and occasionally the screams of the survivors could be heard from the piles of corpses. Or, this kind of survival is not a kind of luck, and if there is no one to help, the injured can only be injured to death.

Maybe I shouldn't have come to this place,

Blood stained the earth red;

Maybe I shouldn't have been to that event,

The war began there.

Life has never been so fragile,

Death takes away all faith.

When all that is left is greed and desire,

Only the devil roars in my heart.

You know what? Life is not as good as a dog.

War does not leave a monument to heroes,

Only the poor grave of the fool,

No one remembers your name,

That doesn't matter anymore.

If you don't want to expose the corpse wilderness,

Please don't come to this place.

Killing defiles the soul,

Blood can stain leather boots.

Oh, you were enemies, weren't you?

Now they are buried here.

Maybe someone should clean up this cemetery,

This man may be a vulture in the sky.

No one will mourn for you,

Maybe it's just your relatives and me,

The kings and nobles who enjoyed the wine and the beautiful women,

I won't remember what you had in exchange for your blood.

Let me take away your zuihou hatred,

Turn enemies into friends in heaven,

There will be no more fighting and fighting,

Start your new life......

......

The war continues. It doesn't stop with compassion. Just when the war between the two sides was in full swing, a person suddenly appeared on this battlefield.

The person appeared on the north bank of the Damu River, coming from the direction of the Demon Moon. At first no one noticed him. But soon after, everyone realized his existence.

He, walking in no hurry or slow, did not get his blood boiling because of the shouts of the warriors. Nor was there any fear of death. Step by step, step by step, where he passed was the pathway!

"What's wrong, what's going on?" exclaimed, not knowing if it was from the Demon Moon and the soldiers of St. Vicia. Because where this man walked, the people around him were constantly hurting and wailing.

He was dressed in dark blue clothes, decorated with silver and light gold, and his black hair was draped around his waist, and his dark and cold eyes were ruthless colors. There was no enemy or me, and all the soldiers of Demon Moon and St. Bikja in the place where he passed were wounded and fell. Look at all the scars on their bodies, they are countless sharp and thin sword marks!

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing!" a San Bikja officer was furious, carrying a pair of red metal cannon fists and rushing at the incoming man: "The people of the Demon Moon are going to ......"

The man was still jumping in the air, but the sound stopped abruptly. Looking at the person walking slowly in front of him, he didn't even raise his head, and the officer of St. Vicia was dismembered in an instant!

"Ah~!What kind of magic is this guy doing? Get out of the way!" The people who fought gave up the fight because of the appearance of this person, and they all hid far away.

Some magicians were angry, and they cast powerful magic, and waves of fire and hail were just pouring down on him. But the magic hadn't been cast yet, and they were greeted by an invisible throat-piercing blade!

Seeing that the magician around him spewed out a pillar of blood several meters high, his head was washed into the air and fell to the ground, and the rest of the people were all shocked and changed: "This, this, this...... What's going on?"

The people who came were still walking unhurriedly, and before they knew it, they had come to the center of the confrontation between the main forces of the two armies. In the battle formation, the men and horses on both sides are in the phalanx of the corps, and they are changing formations to fight, and various magic formations are forming auxiliary and suppressive formations in the army. The person who appeared at this time attracted the attention of the generals on both sides. The leader of the Silver Guard Knights, the Dragon Soul Warlord, Muto...... The Demon Knight Artemit, the Demon Hunter Swordsman Beamon, and others were all inexplicably surprised by this person's arrival.

"Is this person crazy? didn't he come here to find death?" The people of the Demon Moon were all surprised, but when they saw that he was walking over from the side of the party, they all shouted: "Hey, come back quickly, don't go to the middle, it's dangerous." ”

And the people of St. Pecquea were indignant: "Damn fellow, is this a provocation, follow me to clean up this idiot!" a brigadier general, armed with a sword, led a group of men to surround and kill them.

"The real stupid ones can't see the difference in each other's strength. The comer stopped, but whispered words that were audible to everyone who came to besiege them.

"Fart~!" the brigadier general shouted angrily, "Today I want you to understand how ignorant you are. Slash of Light, Moonlit Night Terror!" The steel boots that stepped on the sand leapt into the air, and the hand sword in his hand slashed out a gorgeous and huge silver white sword light.

The power of the Moonlit Night Terror Slash has always been praised, and even those whose strength is above the user will not dare to be careless in the face of this move. However, the black-haired man stood still and didn't move at all, and the layers of invisible sword intent had swept in all directions along with his consciousness.

"Ah......h

The screams of dozens of soldiers vanished in the invisible blades, and the endless sword intent made the corpses of the deceased constantly shredded in the wind.

Brigadier General St. Vickya was still in the air, but his heart was cold. His moonlit night terror slash had already shattered the glass in the sword intent, but he heard the black-haired person say coldly: "Sword, I was insulted by you!"

When the word 'ordered' fell, Brigadier General San Bikko suddenly felt that thousands of sword blades were approaching, one moment striking from the front, and the other moment cutting from the back, and there were invisible blades in all directions.

The black-haired man closed his eyes and was calm and indifferent, these countless sword blades were already three thousand slashes in the blink of an eye!

Brigadier General St. Vickya fell to the ground without any movement for a long time, and just as everyone was in shock, the brigadier general's body spurted countless blood sprays, and after a few seconds, the blood was all gone, and he fell into a pool of blood stained with mud.

During the whole process, the black-haired person didn't even move. Everyone was stunned! For these masters, it was not terrible to kill dozens of people in an instant, but what was terrible was to use this way to kill people of this strength.

"Who is this guy?" Atemit had a thoughtful look in his eyes, he searched all his memories, and he didn't remember that there was such a person in the Demon Moon Army.

Artemit didn't remember, and neither did the Demon Moon generals. Charles narrowed his eyes: "This person is noteworthy!"

As soon as the black-haired man came, no one could fight, because neither the saint nor the demon knew him, and neither knew his intention. Before figuring out his intentions, caution is necessary.

However, the Demon Moon did not take the lead in asking, and this kind of question would be more wanted to know by Saint Bekkoa.

Originally, the two armies faced each other in a phalanx formation, with shield guards in front, archers in the rear, infantry in the mage, and cavalry interspersed. Now that this person is here, he has inexplicably 'walked' out of a bloody path, and the injured people are both soldiers on both sides of the Holy Demon, so this has made the formations on both sides of the Holy Demon retreat a certain distance.

The black-haired man was Augulas van Safando, who had been invited by the Seventeenth Emperor, and he stood between the two armies, and there was a 'natural' vacuum around him, and all those who entered his range were wounded, and the provocateurs were dead!

His voice was not loud, but everyone within a radius of dozens of kilometers could hear it clearly, and his gentle tone was unquestionable.

"What? The war is over?"

Some people think it's ridiculous, some people think it's inexplicable, and some people even think it's ridiculous. In the sky a few kilometers away, a seal knight with the rank of lieutenant general soared in the air and shouted: "That guy, what are you kidding, do you want to make a truce between the two countries as soon as the war is over?"

"Are you questioning?" Safando's gaze slowly looked at the sky.

The lieutenant general found it even more ridiculous: "That's right, I ......"

After the third word, the word 'I', he couldn't say what he wanted to say. The soldiers around him let out that at some point, there was a bloody hole in the general's heart, and a line of blood on his forehead slid down the bridge of his nose.

The man fell from the sky, and everyone was silent, unable to say a word. No one saw how he was killed, and no one saw when the man came out, and the black-haired man didn't seem to even move, but he didn't know when there was an extra sword in his hand.

While everyone was startled, a Demon Moon officer suddenly shouted, "That's my sword, it's my matching sword." The Demon Moon Officer touched the scabbard hanging from the buckle around his waist, and the sword in the scabbard was indeed gone.

The ice maniac's heart jumped, although his subordinate was closest to the black-haired man, but he was also more than a hundred meters away, and he was not far behind the officer, so he didn't even notice when the black-haired man pulled out his sword! Even his subordinates saw that the man was holding his own sword, only to find that his sword had been 'stolen'.

Safando picked up the pitch-black sword and glanced at it, and said coldly: "It's your honor to be used by me, and the sword that I used is not worthy of being used by others." As he spoke, he flicked his sword and plunged into the depths of the earth.

The Demon Moon Officer exclaimed, "My sword, that's my sword." Ahh......h

'Dark Eye', a sword carefully made by famous craftsmen, has been on this shijie since then...... Disappear.

Safando faced south and looked at the army of Sagitta Peckia, but in fact no one was looked at by him: "Is anyone else questioning me?"

No one spoke, and even the lieutenant general who was a sealing knight was killed by him with a sword, who would dare to question it?

.................. (To be continued.) )