"Your Highness..."
Victor was helpless and could only warn him out loud.
The next moment, a layer of blood instantly gushed out from under Altluchi's feet and turned into a pair of pitch-black blades, sizzling -
The harsh sound of friction between metals was accompanied by sparks. Artluqi then turned around and raised her little hand. The bloody claws shot straight into the sky, passing by the ear of Narubalek who was retreating in a hurry, and cut off a strand of hair.
"That's amazing..." Narubalek raised his head, licked the corner of his mouth and said.
She stared at the rapier in Altluchi's hand. She thought it was the main course, but it turned out to be just a decoration.
In fact, Arteluci is not good at using a sword. She has always been more accustomed to using her hands. It was only after following Victor for a long time that she gradually liked the shape of the rapier, because it suits Victor better.
Of course, her sword skills have actually been improving... and they are not terrible.
Seeing all three of them appear, Victor coughed twice and wanted to speak, but at this moment -
Endless whirlwinds suddenly came from all directions, shocking Victor, because the wind was not directed at him and Altluki, but directly hit Narubalek without hesitation! !
ha?
Narubalek didn't expect that when she reacted, she turned into a shadow in an instant. Whirlwinds followed behind her like sharp blades, rumbling down one after another and cutting the grass!
In the wind, Narubalek's extremely corrupt voice came: "You are actually helping the dead apostles? Barthelmero!!!"
"You stole my prey without permission. No matter who you are, I will give you a warning."
Hearing this, Barthomello calmly put down her hand, and the wind in the world slowly calmed down. She looked indifferently at Narubalek who was being driven away, glanced at Victor who was puzzled, and said coldly: "I am warning you here in the name of the Barthomello family. If you interfere... I will use the name of interfering with the execution of the choir and put you..."
"Annihilation!"
As soon as those two words came out, the army of magicians behind Barthelmero instantly and in unison aimed their targets at the gloomy-faced Narubalek.
"Tsk..." Narubalek lowered his head and was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the traces of magic left on the ground and suddenly laughed...
"interesting……"
"Is this what you call glory? Really..."
"I just don't like my prey being snatched away by others." Barthelmero looked at the other party coldly, and once again raised the magic costume that looked like a teaching stick, knocked on the ground, and faint green cyclones began to condense, forming a cannon-like existence.
“It has nothing to do with glory.”
"Oh? What if I rob it?"
Narubalek's laughter became even crazier. She opened her mouth wantonly and said provocatively.
"I said, annihilate." Barthelmero said, "Death is the greatest praise and revenge the Barthelmero family can give you!"
“Sure enough… the nobles are all a bunch of twisted perverts.” Narubalek stood up, tilted his neck, and said wantonly: “Although a murderer like me has no right to say anything… hum, hahaha… hahahahahaha!”
She smiled, raised the dagger and said, "Then try and save...your prey from me."
Who is afraid of whom? When did the Magic Association become so arrogant?
These two families won’t fight, right?
Victor: “…”
Okay, okay, he closed his mouth silently, and suddenly found that the world of madmen was really... very interesting.
wonderful!
Then good luck to you guys!
Victor looked at this scene, unable to understand these crazy people. At the same time, he glanced at Artluki. Now was a good time to retreat in the chaos!
"Your Highness, we..."
"what!"
Altluqi suddenly spoke up: "There are quite a few useless people who always talk about prey."
With just one sentence, he drew the two people's attention back to himself.
That's great, Your Highness!
Victor took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
Hard.
The fist is hard.
"Your Highness." He called out seriously, but Altluchi suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder: "Okay, I know what you mean, Leviathan."
She chuckled, with an indescribable majesty and grace in her eyes.
She fought back not only because she was angry, but also because she truly had unparalleled self-confidence.
Having been with Victor for such a long time, she understood Victor's style better than anyone else - she was willing to trust his decisions, but she also knew that no matter how good the result was, it was Victor's philosophy.
Everything should be anticipated based on the worst possible outcome and the optimal solution should be sought.
He doesn't care about the bottom line or face, so Brad feels that he is a person who can accomplish great things.
But sometimes, this approach can make things complicated, doesn’t it?
Victor wanted to relieve the pressure brought by the war. What could be simpler than defeating Barthemero and Narubalek directly?
Really, don't underestimate her strength!
Victor.
I will back off when I think you are right.
Now, for once I feel like I'm right, so...
"Just stand by and admire, my knight."
Artluqi raised her chin proudly, turned her head, looked at the other two people, and chuckled, "Your king is so majestic under the moonlight!"
As she finished speaking, there was no hesitation.
The blood-red bat wings behind Altluchi suddenly condensed, and with a vibration of the wings, they turned into a dark red color, and rushed towards Narubalek first. In an instant, a storm suddenly swept in, and the three magical powers of blood, blue and black began to be stimulated, and collided with each other with a bang.
Only Victor was left standing silently in the howling wind, scratching his head.
This transformation...will it also affect the personality?
I always feel that Artelluci is much stronger than before... Hiss, if she was so strong from the beginning, there would be no chance for her to seize power.
Victor was silent for a while, then suddenly shrugged, turned his head, closed his eyes, and activated his magic perception to scan Meilian's whereabouts.
Well, it's rare for Her Highness to be so strong... I'd better not disturb her interest.
If nothing works out, I'm still here.
……
At the same time, due to the arrival of the burial mechanism, the situation on the battlefield changed drastically.
The large group of believers that were originally retreating step by step, after Victor and Fu Fu were restrained, the army of zombies and ghosts were completely unable to pose any threat to the members of the Burial Agency and were quickly eliminated.
All of a sudden, the morale of the church troops increased greatly, and they began to adjust their troops in an orderly manner and continued to press forward.
However, in the command room, the magicians and cardinals who saw this scene did not relax at all.
They looked serious and fell into another quagmire.
"Alterluci..."
No one can hide what Altluchi did.
The moonlight in Cornwall was dark red, but that range only covered the hinterland of Cornwall at first.
It is something similar to a barrier that Victor maintains in order to keep the dead apostles fanatical and maximize their combat power.
But now, the entire battlefield was shrouded in the blood moon, and at this dawn, the newly born eastern dawn was wiped out.
It is conceivable that it was definitely Altluchi who took action.
But then they had a bigger problem.
"So far, we don't seem to have seen a single Dead Apostle. To be more precise, any of those famous forces that were once under Altuluchi's command."
"The Black Knight Stulut didn't show up either." The gloomy Tarvis said, "I always have a bad feeling..."
"Then your bad premonition may come true, Lord Talvis." A sharp voice came, and everyone just turned around and saw Kenneth crossing his proud lemon hair with one hand, and the magic gift suit, Moon Marrow Spirit Liquid, beside him was holding a tattered agent.
"The latest news, haha."
He threw the agent in front of several bishops and chuckled, "Lord White Wing has taken action."
131, master of all tactics conversions!
"Sir Kenneth, you are finally back." Seeing the arrival of Lord Kenneth, all the magicians present felt relieved and instantly felt at ease.
However, people from the church such as Talvis frowned and looked at the agent on the ground.
"Ah, sorry I'm a little late, because I happened to run into this guy being chased by a few dead disciples on the way—" Kenneth walked past a few people without a care, walked to the front of the magic sand table, took a quick glance, and said sarcastically:
"I remember that Sir Ellac seemed to have studied in the Department of Magical Operations Command. Why, I thought you would take this opportunity to shine."
In the combat command system of magic, there is a special kind of magic which is composed of a position sand table. However, in the eyes of modern magicians, this magic is no longer worth developing.
After all, multi-person troop operations rarely require the assistance of magicians and rely more on modern facilities, and the battles between magicians have mostly become a solo combat style.
Obviously, the sand table in front of him was the masterpiece of Lord Ellak. As someone who was at odds with the Gaius Order family, he naturally made a sarcastic remark.
However, he did not go too far. He changed his mind and stopped paying attention to the sand table. He said directly: "Let's talk about your hunch first. This guy I rescued on the road seems to be the intelligence courier of your church?"
Without him saying anything, a priest who looked very mysterious and was good at healing hurried forward.
He lifted the sleeves of the half-dead man and examined him carefully for a while, then sighed solemnly and said, "Yes, Lord Kenneth, may I ask if he said anything to you?"
"If so, then the information should be true." Kenneth looked at the battlefield ahead thoughtfully and said, "The Eastern European Dead Apostles are frantically hunting down your intelligence personnel. It seems that it's not that there is no information coming, but that most of the information has been blocked. And it's not just ordinary blocking. We found traces of Zu, Water Demon and Artist at the scene."
"Haha, they actually sent two ancestors to intercept the news..."
"Well, let's talk about the important things. He only said one sentence before he fell into a coma." Looking at everyone, Kenneth didn't keep them in suspense and said directly: "The White Wing Prince sent troops to invade Austria."
"Ah, this..." Upon hearing this, one of the bishops was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "It's not bad news, right? Humph, this group of dead disciples really can't amount to anything. They are still fighting among themselves at this time."
"Listen to me, Mr. Smith. Sometimes I really wonder if your brain is like my Moon Marrow Essence, full of mercury."
"..."
"The White Wings' invasion of Austria was within our expectations, but the problem is that Altluchi's forces and the Black Knight Stulut also appeared in Austria, and there was no conflict between them. Do you understand?"
"They want to wipe out Austria." Kenneth sneered and lowered his eyes. "By the way, that guy left a day ago, which means that from now... If the guess is true, Austria is now... I'm afraid it has completely turned into a black and red existence."
"What?!" The priest who was healing was suddenly startled. Tarvis narrowed his eyes and said, "How is it possible? We have spies in Germany..."
"They're all dead, right?" Kenneth said calmly, "The Dead Apostles don't need a reason to clear out an area. Look at Cornwall. Well, that's not what we need to worry about now."
Kenneth casually threw the Moon Marrow Spirit Liquid onto the sand table, erasing the original chess pieces. In an instant, the entire map began to expand, from the original British sand table to a map of the entire Western Europe.
"What we need to pay attention to now is..." Kenneth pointed slightly in the direction of Germany, and then drew two lines connecting the English Channel -
"Since the support troops need to pass through France, if I'm not mistaken, your extermination troops, that is, the agents summoned from the Vatican, Italy, etc., can only encircle them from this direction, right?"
"Then the question is, if the White Winged Duke has already invaded Austria and joined forces with Altluchi, then it stands to reason that he should be able to stop this army, but why... are they still able to advance?"
"Unless..." Kenneth's finger started from the end of Austria and then slightly circled it, connecting Germany, Switzerland and Austria to draw a triangle, and then pulled it down slightly.
Germany is close to Austria and Switzerland, and Austria...is adjacent to Italy and the Vatican to the south, and Croatia is separated from it by another country to the east!
Italy is where the Church is most powerful because the Church's headquarters is in the Vatican, and the Vatican... is a city-state located within Italy.
"They want to...turn around and eat you?"
……
On the other hand, on Altuluchi's side.
The air currents in the sky have been stirred by magic to become extremely viscous. Barthemero has turned the wind of the entire world into an omnipresent enemy, and Narubalek is like a shadow, following him everywhere and will not miss any opportunity to kill.
boom!
Blood and black flashed by, bloody claws flashed across Altluchi's hands, and two crossed energies poured out with a shake of bat wings, and the scarlet magic eyes flickered.
Under the blood moon, the invisible restraints suddenly made Barthemero frown. Narubalek's figure paused for a moment, and then bang, red waves swept across the two of them like ripples.
The next moment, Barthelmero took advantage of the situation and landed inside the choir. He thrust his magic suit into the ground, and the magic turrets that were originally spewing out green artillery fire suddenly turned into invisible wind, forming a barrier that protected everyone present.
Narubalek was caught off guard and hit hard. He fell to the ground with a thud and rolled several times.
