Doom Knight System

Arnold was sent out by Lancelot. The purpose was very simple, to set off a wave by any means, and target the increasingly decaying inner city and nobles.

In order to divert the attention of those important people, Lancelot hesitated for a while, but decided to kill the fellow Taoists and not the poor. As for how long this fire of freedom will last, only God knows.

"Kill the corrupt nobles, we will go to heaven!"

"For our descendants not to be oppressed, for our descendants not to be reduced to cattle and horses, kill!"

"Free will will turn into a blazing flame, and we will create a new world where we have the same clothing and food!"

"For the new world!"...

Gubangman was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know when a huge flag was stuffed in his hand. It was a red flag with sickles and muskets intertwined. According to Arnold, this flag represented the suffering of the poor them.

Booming... A series of explosions suddenly sounded at this time, and a black-robed magician was waving a magic wand in mid-air, and fist-sized fireballs slammed into the crowd fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, the poor began to suffer a large number of casualties, but as long as they could still move, they still trembled and waved the weapons in their hands.

"Go to hell!" Arno roared, and a spear in his hand whizzed through the air and flew out.

Before he left, he was injected with the tyrannosaurus rex genetic medicine, which inspired the talent of [Innate Divine Power], so an ordinary spear in his hand is like a city-breaking ballista.

The magician was taken aback, and released two layers of protective magic in front of him in succession, but only slightly changed the direction of the spear, and then the spear pierced through his lower abdomen.

The magician fell heavily from the sky, Gubangman's blood surged up, and he didn't know what to think, so he rushed up and swung his sword to chop off the magician's head.

"Hehe... you pariahs, go to hell!" the magician gritted his teeth and said, his body suddenly swelled, and then hot flames erupted from his body, turning everyone around him into ashes.

Even so, the morale of the free army was strong, and the soldiers who were chasing were screamed and killed one by one.

The day's battle was over. Gubangman looked at the clean corpse and shook his head. He was not an idiot. With the strength shown by Arnold and those people hidden in the team, this so-called The ranks of the Freedom Army are obviously funded secretly.

"But what does this have to do with me? Nobles deserve to die anyway." Gubangman thought to himself, approaching the bonfire, picked up the jug and gulped it down.

As the leader, Arnold had no time to spare. He and a few of his subordinates took out the map, pointed at it, and determined the direction of attack in the next few days.

Gubangman suddenly felt that he needed to help, no matter what the other party's purpose was, but there was nothing wrong with killing nobles together, so he took the initiative to walk over and said, "Guys, I have an idea..."

A few sharp and vigilant eyes immediately looked over, and the murderous aura contained in it made Gubangman tremble with fear.

A Nuo waved his hand and said, "Joining the Freedom Army, we are brothers now, it doesn't matter, just say what you have to say."

"We should attack the Dario family. They store the largest grain warehouse in District D. If we occupy it, we can recruit more people." Gubman pointed to a place on the map and said in a deep voice.

Arnold happily patted Gubangman on the shoulder and said, "I have an idea! Very good, you will be my deputy starting today, and let us fight for the new world together."

Gubangman was also very excited, a sense of mission suddenly rose in his heart, and he quickly integrated into this group.

With the help of a native of Area D, Arnold successfully defeated the Dario family. Food means hope. Wherever he passed, the team began to expand like a snowball.

This spark ignited in a way far beyond Lancelot's imagination. God cannot satisfy human beings' food and clothing, and the holy light cannot appease the angry mood. In this natural and man-made disaster, no one can be spared.

Snapped!A crisp sound!
The precious transparent crystal cup was slammed on the ground, and immediately shattered into countless tiny pieces. The blood-red wine soaked the white cashmere carpet, and this meant that thousands of gold coins disappeared.

"Waste, all of them are waste. District D has completely become the back garden of those untouchables. Could it be that no one can deal with those bastards?" Houston patted the table angrily, staring coldly at the few subordinates in front of him.

The Borgia family has the largest territory in Area D, and 80.00% of the magic cores flow into their pockets every year. Now, the changes in Area D are likely to affect the hunting at the beginning of the year. This result is unacceptable to Houston anyway. .

"Hehe. My father, I have to say that this is caused by your greed. In fact, as long as you meet the lowest rations of those poor people, things won't be so bad. It's a pity that you can't even do this." Sitting in the corner Victor said casually.

Houston waved his hand, let the others leave, and then said coldly: "If it's not for your development in heaven, do you think I would? Slaves are also money!"

"Your investment will be rewarded, but this time things have developed to the present, and it is no longer just a few families who can decide." Victor bowed slightly, and there was a hint of perfunctory and disapproval in his seemingly respectful attitude. resistance.

Houston laughed back angrily, and said: "Have your wings grown hard? How dare you teach me! It's just a few muddy legs. I have already asked Corgi to mobilize the Knights Templar. Just a few Silver Knights can kill that group. The untouchables were killed cleanly."

Victor really couldn't bear the stupidity of the man in front of him, and didn't want to stay for a moment longer, so he stood up and said, "You don't understand the meaning of the existence of the outer city at all, why did the rules be made 500 years ago, and the use of super class is not allowed in the outer city?" Strength? Apart from the fear of the reduction of magic cores, the main reason is that the population of the outer city is the basis for maintaining the prosperity of the inner city.

If the outer city can no longer send people to the inner city, then the decline of the city of sanctuary is imminent.I suggest you better not do stupid things, I still have work in the Angel Legion, so I'm leaving first. "

"Bastard!" Houston pushed everything on the table to the ground, smashed the communicator out, and made a muffled slam on the heavy oak door.