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Chapter 255 Kyle's Domain The Beginning of the War The Fall of Grantham Territory (10K)

When the realm of distorted reality was recovered, Bartlett looked at Kyle again:

"Your domain is very interesting. Even among all the domains I have seen, it is the most special group of existence."

Kyle was slightly silent, without words for a long time.

He knew what Lord Bartlett meant.

After all, from the beginning, he didn't use the power of the domain much.

On the one hand, it was because it was unnecessary, after all, this battle was just a sparring.

On the other hand...he didn't really want people to see those "pawns" under his control in the domain of the Bound God after fully opening up.

After all, Kyle is really famous in Lancaster, and most of his experiences have been studied.

If people see that the chess pieces controlled by the Bound God come from countless different races, it will easily remind people of the doubts about Kyle's identity.

For this reason, Kyle is really not happy to use his domain advantage in front of Bartlett.

But... that extremely weird dominating force still silently affected Bartlett in every battle.

Lord Bartlett looked at Kyle and said, "Kyle, your choice is correct. Your domain is not so much used for fighting as it is a way to assist you to exert greater power. tool.

You...in fact, as the domain's dominance deepens, you can continue to influence the opponent itself, making it appear to accept your domination. "

Kyle sighed, scratched his cheeks with his fingers, and said with some embarrassment:
"It does contain such elements to some extent. In fact, for me, the longer the battle lasts, the balance of victory will inevitably tilt towards me."

Bartlett nodded and said: "I can feel that the mind and body of all things, which were controlled very smoothly at the beginning, have some problems later on.

It gives me the feeling that something has quietly changed their state, as if they had created a weakness in them that had no weakness. "

Kyle was surprised that Lord Bartlett could feel such a subtle difference?
It's not that I look down on Bartlett.

Regardless of whether Lord Bartlett's [Domain·Confused Mind] is his own [Domain·Bound God], in essence, they constantly influence others through the field, amplify the ability of "domination", and thus gain the initiative in battle a subsidiary domain of power.

However, Monarch Bartlett's [Confused Heart] is closer to enslavement. Through extreme violence, he forcibly breaks through the spiritual body world of all things, thereby directly controlling natural phenomena from the level of the spiritual body world.

This kind of power is very violent and dangerous, and its advantages and disadvantages are very clear.

The advantage is that Lord Bartlett can control everything with the fastest speed, and he has obtained the power to fight first in an instant, and...

For those existences that are not strong enough, or more precisely, those that have not even reached the sanctuary, Lord Bartlett will have a crushing advantage.

Kyle could feel that with the power of Lord Bartlett's spell of enchantment after being amplified by the domain, he could directly tear apart the spiritual body world of those people at the normal Extraordinary level and below in an instant with almost no consumption.

Only one command, such as "go to die", can almost make those whose spiritual defenses have been breached die on the spot.

From this point of view, the crowd tactics are completely ineffective for Lord Bartlett.

No country is willing to use the entire legion to forcefully consume Bartlett's resistance. This price is so high that no country can bear it.

However, the disadvantages are also obvious.

Kyle said softly: "Master Bartlett, if your domain is purely for exerting dominance...in fact, it will cause your combat effectiveness to plummet."

"You guessed it, that's why I said, sometimes, enchantment is not the future, but enchantment is. Everything works in its own way, and only relying on forced enchantment, the result is often a tragedy .

Because you can’t always confuse and control others, people will always be sober, and everything is the same. As time goes by, the effect of confuse and control will become worse and worse, and our combat effectiveness will also become weaker and weaker. "

In short, if the enchantment mages act alone, they will play a first-sighted kill.

If there is no way to completely shut down the enemy when they first meet, then the combat environment they will face will become more and more difficult.

Kyle understood what Lord Bartlett meant.

Just like the big fireball spell strengthened by Bartlett, its damage has undoubtedly surpassed that of ordinary seven-ring spells.

Although it is far behind Kyle's seven-ring compound spell, such a leap in destructive power still shocks people's hearts.

Compared with forcible domination, it is a good method to let natural phenomena assist the mage to exert great destructive power through the means of confusion and control. At least it is not so easy to cause rejection reactions in the spiritual and physical world of all things.

Kyle thought about everything he felt in Bartlett's monarchy domain, and said with a low smile:

"So your suggestion to me is to switch from pure enchantment to enchantment?"

"No...you need to put more energy into confusion control. Your domain is completely different from mine. You are not directly dominating natural phenomena, but are constantly guiding natural phenomena towards you.

Maybe it's because of the demonic nature of the abyss, maybe it's because of the succubus blood, or maybe it's because the power of the totem itself is much higher than the characteristics of ordinary extraordinary power.

All in all, all of this will make your domain more and more dominant in this area over time, and eventually..."

Bartlett looked at Kyle's shadow.

He could feel that in the shadow world connected with that shadow, something was continuously providing Kyle with more energy.

His gaze turned to the surrounding area again.

As the domain dissipated, the surrounding scenery changed back to the appearance around Titan Town again. Feeling the domain covering the entire Titan Town, Bartlett showed a meaningful smile.

"Kyle, you need time. Remember, no matter what the reason is, at least until your goal is achieved, you must stay in Lancaster and hide yourself."

Kyle's pupils shrank slightly, and finally said with a chuckle: "Then I will lend you a good word."

……

The wind blowing in Lancaster is unknown for the time being, but on the other side, there is a marquis of the Iberian Federation.

A change that only a few people know about is quietly happening.

The setting sun in the sky dyed the mountains and rivers into a piece of gold.

This is the largest territory in the northern part of the Ibel Federation, Grantham Territory.

This territory belongs to the territory of the first Marquis of Grantham, who once followed the Consul Kyle and a group of grand dukes, who established the prototype of the original Ibel Federation.

For more than 200 years, the Grantham family has thrived on this fertile land.

Logically speaking, as the lord of a territory, the Grantham family should be strong and prosperous.

However, due to some unknown reason, every head of the Grantham family in recent years, due to various reasons, died suddenly on the spot before they lived to be 30 years old.

This curse lingers on the family that has paid too much for the Ibel Federation, making the once glorious Grantham family more and more withered.

From the time of the Marquess of Grantham, the Grantham family, which was originally of the Wuli clan, has been in the army for several generations and has developed towards the direction of civil servants.

Relying on the connections accumulated by successive generations of the Grantham patriarchs and the Federation's sympathy for this tragic family, the current Marquis of Grantham almost skyrocketed, and soon gained a firm foothold among the civil servants.

Imre Grantham was born in such an environment.

"Mobius, the king of the independent kingdom of Orion, looks stupid and has no opinion, but now it seems that this is not another old fritter that is deeply hidden.

This time, those dwarves are really going to have a big fall at the hands of the Oraine royal family! "

Imre, who had finally found some free time and was not on duty in the Silver Guard, chatted and laughed with several friends of the Guard who came to Grantham as guests.

About a year in advance, the halfling king they met once, several well-informed knights commented on the most popular news recently in a joke.

One of the silver guards, who was a little shorter, was not afraid of the conversation between the few people spreading, and opened his mouth to laugh and curse:
"Who cares about the death of those halflings! In the past few years, they have come to conflict with our Federation for their own interests!"

"You still have to pay attention to them."

Imre said seriously:

"After all, we are the Silver Guard, and we must always be careful of those forces that pose a threat to the Ibel Federation, whether they will have bad thoughts because of their own internal turmoil.

If they have an idea and try to initiate a provocation, then we must get the information as soon as possible and cut off their outstretched hands! "

Imre's words were appreciated by several friends. While everyone was applauding, someone patted Imre on the shoulder and said:

"You boy, you have somewhat of the vigor of the first Marquis of Grantham, but now this era is different, and small-scale battles are not so easy to break out.

If we really want to fight, I'm afraid it will be another struggle and conflict that affects half of the continent. "

"If something like that happens, there's nothing I can do about it." Imre said helplessly, "However, my evaluation of the king of the Orion royal family just now will not change."

"Indeed... the ability to calm down the resistance of the dwarves in such a short period of time, and quickly complete the integration of the resources of the dwarfs, if you say this is a temporary idea, the dog will shake its head when it hears it."

The silver guard put his helmet aside, cleared his throat and said:

"But your Grantham family is really...

The outside world says that the Grantham family treats the people very well. Given the situation in your territory, I thought your home could be four or five times more luxurious, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

It seems that what the outside world said is basically true. "

Imre smiled and said, "Actually, the Grantham family is generally in the army. It is indeed much worse for the management of the territory than those families that specialize in managing the territory."

He grabbed a handful of cherries from the fruit plate and stuffed them into his mouth one by one. The blood-red juice filled the air, dazzling like blood.

Just as he was spitting out a fruit core, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps outside.

Several members of the Silver Guard looked at each other, put on their helmets in an instant, and quietly reached for the weapons at their waists.

And Imre had already raised the spear in his hand, and said with a gloomy face:

"I'm going to see what's going on. This voice should be the guard of the territory."

The crowd nodded.

As the silver guards, their fighting qualities are absolutely sufficient.

Once a change in the surrounding environment is discovered, it will respond as soon as possible.

However, before Imre stepped out of the room, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the door of the waiting room was directly pushed open.

Two private soldiers from the Grantham family broke in. After seeing Imre, they took a breath and shouted:
"Master Imre, something has happened!"

"What's the situation, why are you in such a panic?" Imre shouted.

"Master, the territory~ I saw the crusaders of Holy Brinia on the edge of the territory!"

Imre's pupils shrank, and he said angrily, "Are you joking?"

"No, it's true, our spies have news..."

"Say!" Imre said loudly, "What happened?"

The private soldier subconsciously looked at the silver guards, who dared not speak.

Imre, who seemed to have noticed something was wrong, but was anxious to know what was going on, slapped the table and said:

"Is there any news that cannot be said directly?"

"Young Master~"

"I'll tell you! Now, right now, right now!"

The private soldier shook his body, and said in a trembling voice, "Lord Grantham, you are treasonous!
He~he wants to dedicate the entire Grantham Territory as the newly opened missionary land of Holy Brinia.

Now there is at least one entire battle group in the outer circle of Grantham City, and they are attacking us now! "

With a "snap", the sound of the teacup falling to the ground was so clear.

Imre got up in a rage: "Listen to what you're talking about?!"

The private soldier said with tears in his voice:
"It's true, young master, right now at the border, the master is ordering his subordinates to open the gate and let the crusaders of Holy Brinia enter inside."

……

A sudden conflict broke out, and a group of silver guards with serious faces began to follow out.

"Everyone, supervise me, please turn on the relevant communication equipment, and be ready to transmit relevant information at any time.

Ladies and gentlemen, if we find that the problem is on our side, the Grantham family will definitely give you an explanation. "

Imre looked at his friends with extremely serious expressions on their faces. He sighed and said:
"I know the rules of the Silver Guard. I don't know why this is happening now, but I am willing to accept the test of the Guard."

Several friends of the Silver Guards nodded solemnly.

If the Marquis of Grantham really let go of the passage and allowed the crusaders of Holy Brinia to enter the territory, then things would be very serious.

In order to stop the Marquis of Grantham in the first place, the easiest way for the Silver Guards is always to directly use Imre's life to threaten the Marquis of Grantham and let him evacuate with the crusaders out of Grantham.

Imre, who was well aware of this, was not annoyed.

He has worked in the Silver Guard for quite a long time, and it can be said that the philosophy of the Silver Guard has been engraved in his bone marrow. A means of proving innocence.

A group of private soldiers from the Grantham Territory began to quickly gather on the walls of Grantham City, and the relevant investigators began to quickly disperse to find out what happened in the direction from which the news came.

As for the other civilians in the Grantham Territory, they naturally sensed that there might be accidents outside the town through the announcement of the loudspeaker in the territory.

Those who were able to move quickly took the old man and the child back home and hid them.

As expected, Imre was an elite member of the Silver Guards. He immediately organized his own private soldiers and set up defenses on the surrounding city walls and sentry towers.

After all, the Grantham family came from a military background. When training private soldiers, they completely referred to the training rules of the Iberian Federation's battle group.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are strong and strong. If not, the few private soldiers who sent back the news would have no chance to come back to deliver the message after discovering the crusaders of Holy Brinia.

"Is it a war priest in full suit? Or a combination of paladins and priests in small groups?

How many are there?
Is it a standing battle group, or a regional battle group? "

The private soldier has basically suppressed the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth and said:

"It's very troublesome. It's not the kind of battle group with only one or two thousand professionals, but the kind of compound standing battle group with perfect fighters. The number of related personnel far exceeds the configuration of our territory.

Young master, if there is no way to beat them back immediately, then find a way to escape! "

Fear flickered in his eyes: "You should know that the opposite is the regular army, the guards of the ordinary territory, and the gap between them and them is too great!"

Imre shook his head and said: "Although the probability of repelling them is extremely small, it is not impossible...you should know that all of your relatives and mine are in this town.

We have no choice!If we let them go in like this, everything we value becomes a plaything for them to trample on.

The time is too short, the enemy is approaching menacingly, no one will stop them, and there will be no chance for them to escape...

There are more than [-] people in Grantham City, and there is no time to escape safely. We can only choose to fight them, and this is the only option! "

"Composite standing regiments should be relatively standard 2000 non-professional strong-bodied soldiers, plus 1000+ cavalry and 1000+ war priests.

Among this group of war priests, I often come into contact with them, and they belong to a group of combat professions who have mastered many magical abilities and even a small amount of spellcasting abilities.

To be honest, if the leader of the team is really the Marquis of Grantham, Imre...you should be mentally prepared and find a way to get out of their pursuit as soon as possible. "

When Imre heard this, he also felt a little dizzy for a while.

No one knows better than the group of embryo killers like the Silver Guard what the current situation means.

The silver guards often systematically wipe out the largest number of monster groups in those high-level dungeons. What do they rely on?
It's not just about its own strength, it's more about the enemy's presence and our darkness. The Silver Guard can obtain information in the dungeon in advance with a complete attitude, and use the advantage of information asymmetry to continuously expand the results of the battle.

When facing the silver guards with abundant information, even those stronger monsters will be able to defeat the strong with the weak because of the layout in advance.

but……

Things are completely different now.

"Damn it... what the hell is Father doing?"

Imre slammed his fist heavily on the city wall, and the powerful force directly punched a small hole in a corner of the city wall.

His face was full of uneasiness.

Because he knew that no one knew the situation of his own territory better than his father.

All the defensive forces in Grantham Territory are completely defenseless to the owner of the territory, and no one knows the relevant situation better than him.

For a long time, in the Silver Guard Army, he was used to fighting with the advantage of intelligence, but now he didn't expect that he would become the one who was coerced by intelligence.

"Imre, you probably didn't keep the things that the commander handed over to you at the headquarters?"

A silver guard pondered for a moment, and finally asked.

Imre's pupils shrank slightly, and he almost opened his mouth to retort: ​​"No, [Venus] cannot be used here!"

"Imre!"

The silver guard said loudly: "Don't forget, compared with [Venus], Grantham Territory occupies the most fertile area in the north.

If you surrender the territory of Grantham, without the defense of this northern fortress, the surrounding area will be completely open to the northern wilderness.

Those barbarians in the northern wilderness will not be valued by the crusaders of Holy Brinia at all, they will just run over the corpses of barbarians mercilessly.

The Horde can't stop them, the marching Crusaders will pierce the entire wilderness, like a spear piercing into the northern hinterland of the Federation!
This will make the entire north suffer from continuous bloodshed, which in turn will affect the strategic layout of the northern federation. Compared with these, the sequelae brought about by [Venus] are not worth mentioning! "

[Venus] is a product of another development direction in the Federation Star project.

Facing the crisis of a sharp decline in the number of top powerhouses in the Mesozoic Era, the Iber Federation realized that if there is no way to use other methods to spend the growth and development period of the younger generation in the past 50 years, they may face a weak successor .

For this reason, the Federation decided to do everything possible to continue to maintain the current deterrence of the Federation. If there is not enough talent, it will use external force to deal with it.

[Venus] is a product that has just appeared in the past few years.

If you insist on comparison... This thing is actually a bit similar to the weapon [Final Bullet] that was once used to slaughter gods in the legend of the goblin empire.

It's just that compared with the instant explosion damage of the final bomb, the destructive power of [Venus] is insufficient, but...

The range of high-heat pollution it released was so large that its harm even surpassed the alchemy storm that once raged on the land of Orion.

Fortunately, the pollution produced after the explosion of [Venus], after being covered by the explosion of Venus in the second lesson, can greatly decay, and finally reduce the harm to a barely acceptable level.

Therefore, in extreme cases, detonating the Venus star in a short period of time in exchange for the time that Grantham City can persist may not be a more appropriate solution.

Worse yet...

He has no choice.

"If this is really going to happen, someone needs to find a way to kill a bloody path from the Crusaders and send [Venus] to the hinterland of the Crusaders. I will take the lead in the charge."

Imre gritted his teeth and finally made a decision.

Under the banner of the Silver Guard, he once swore to "protect the land of the Ibel Federation and our compatriots, regardless of sacrifice", and now it is time for him to fulfill his promise.

However, unexpectedly, this proposal was rejected by several of his friends with a laugh.

"Imre, I really want you. I believe you are not in league with the crusaders, but...you can't go to this charge!"

Imre's friend patted him on the shoulder and said:

"You are the heir in the legal sense of the Grantham Territory, and you are the only person who can use the territory after the Marquis of Grantham had a problem.

If [Venus] can be successfully detonated, then you will need to deal with the arrangements for the subsequent affairs of Grantham City.

You have to live well, for the Federation.

Leave it to me to charge, that is Spencer from Grantham City, I need to borrow it... There is a high probability that he will not come yet. "

Imre opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he could only lower his head dejectedly:
"I understand, I will help you well."

Several silver guards glanced at each other and smiled.

"What expression do you have, kid? What you did was to save our lives, at least to keep us from dying before leading a large group of troops into the hinterland of the Crusaders."

"That's right, what's the matter, I'm not happy to entrust such an important job to you."

"Don't waste time. The Crusaders crossed the northern wilderness and killed the Grantham Territory. There is a big problem with it. I'm afraid... it is a precursor to a full-scale war.

This task must be completed, and the rear must be given a certain amount of preparation time, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. "

Imre took a deep breath, stood on the high platform, and said loudly to the private soldiers around and below:
"Everyone, as you can see, Grantham has been invaded by foreign lands. We have no way out. After climbing over this city wall, our illusion is behind us.

Now, I need someone to carry out the difficult task of escorting these fellow Argent Guardsmen to the heart of the Crusaders.

This is destined to be a battle with no return, but confronting head-on is not good, and letting the enemy kill is not good.

If you want to keep your loved ones in the town, you must have the courage to make sacrifices first.

Now, those who wish to save the sky, come out! "

As soon as the words fell, there were bursts of dense footsteps.

Several silver guards laughed heartily, the laughter was so heroic that it almost resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Imre was also laughing, with a hint of sadness in his laughter:

"Very good... You are indeed the soldiers of our Grantham family! The blood is not cold yet, with you, why not worry about it!"

His face was full of painful choices.

Sending these people to death with his own hands, the heavy pressure almost made him breathless.

In the dusk, several silver guards who had quietly carried the [Venus], together with a group of private soldiers who accounted for half the number of Grantham's house, rushed out of the city gate and marched forward. In the afterglow of the setting sun.

In order to make the purpose of this operation seem less conspicuous, several silver guards split into two groups and began to wander around the outermost circle of Grantham City.

These two teams know very well what they are going to do now.

Relevant news is spreading to the royal court at an extremely fast speed. For them, whether or not to use [Venus] is actually not the key.

The most important thing is to delay the speed of the Crusaders reaching the top of Grantham City. [Venus] is the final decisive force, and it will be used after finding that things are irreversible.

However, on this evening, a brief confrontation between cavalry and infantry soon took place between the two sides on the grasslands in the outer circle.

The two sides immediately became angry as soon as they got started. The private soldiers led by Grantham almost all have pretty good archery skills because of the training they have received from the regular army all the year round.

When the horseshoe landed, a meteor-like rain of arrows descended from the sky, which once caused a lot of trouble for the Crusaders on the battlefield.

Some soldiers with poor protection were seriously injured almost in the first round.

But this group of crusaders with firm beliefs pulled out the arrows inserted into the body without hesitation, and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, now is the time to sacrifice everything for our beloved God. It is a choice we should make to wipe out all enemies who try to disturb world peace."

Listening to the cold and powerful cry on the other side, Imre's eyes in the distance were full of anger.

The most troublesome situation has appeared.

This group of people is not the group of people who just pray to the gods in the conventional sense and want to get gifts and harvest without paying any conditions.

If it is that group of people, even if they are formed into an army, it is just a group of people who have no ideals and beliefs.

But this crusade is really different.

They never lack the determination to shed blood and sacrifice for the faith of God, and both sides have their own persistence.

The elements of victory created by Renhe have become precarious under the belief that the opponent is not inferior.

After several fights, Grantham's cavalry were misplaced and dispersed in an instant.

Several silver guards looked at each other from a distance, and planned to start to encircle and suppress this group of infantry-based legions in reverse.

They never thought of charging directly from the beginning.

For the cavalry, charging directly is the way to death, and they will directly fall into the predicament surrounded by many strong men.

Therefore, the reasonable approach is to keep roaming around with the mount under him, harvest as many enemies as possible, and create a possibility for the other side to break into the battlefield and release [Venus].

The fast horses and arrows galloped together, and the maces of the war priests did not have the slightest idea of ​​being at a disadvantage. The two sides were involved in a bloody fight for a while.

But... the mounts will also be weak, not to mention that the crusaders now have an overwhelming numerical advantage.

As an extraordinary professional among the crusaders suddenly rushed out, he replaced a group of cavalry at a lightning speed, and then turned around and charged at a silver guard who was waving a flag and commanding the battlefield.

clang clang~
A shrill sound rang out.

Scenes of tragic scenes are being staged. Grantham's private soldiers watched all of their former comrades-in-arms of Su Xi perish. Amidst the iron and blood, the bloodshot eyes in their eyes became deeper and deeper, and the fighting spirit and madness were also present. Keep skyrocketing.

The silver guards headed by them instantly penetrated the approaching two Transcendent professionals, and then swept with their silver spears without hesitation, knocking another approaching Transcendent professional into the air.

Resisting the numbness of the tiger's mouth brought about by the collision, he felt his body getting heavier and heavier during the charge, until his body was pierced through by an attacking war priest with a mace.

But he's still laughing!
He laughed wildly and swung the spear, hot blood spilled on the ground, the sword was broken with a sword, and the sword was blunt with a fist.

Drenched in blood, he died of exhaustion, but before he fell, he forcibly blazed a bloody path through the crowd of crusaders.

The moment he fell down suddenly, another voice passed by him.

That was another silver guard who always had spare power. In his space equipment, the [Venus] type tunnel bomb was already activated all the time.

In this way, he was like a sword, a sharp sword, piercing the enemy's heart under the guard of those private soldiers, fighting in the enemy's heart.

When his body was chopped off by a Sanctuary, he even laughed and whistled.

[Venus] was instantly taken out and detonated.

The light rising from the sky illuminated the night, as if it came from dusk to dusk all at once.

That round of terrifying light was reflected in Imre's eyes.

He suddenly realized that the friend who used to talk and laugh with him was gone just like that.

The heavy pain made the expression on Imre's face more and more silent.

Whether it's anger or sadness, when it comes to an end, all that's left is silence.

He couldn't help but want to rush forward, rush into the crusaders, ask his father, grab his collar and ask "what are you doing", but he knows it's impossible.

In the end, he could only watch the plain in the distance turn into a bright circle of light after the [Venus] was detonated, spreading towards the surrounding area.

Distorted energy particles engulfed this area, and in Imre's perception, the area ahead seemed to suddenly turn into a scorching sea of ​​flames.

Although no flames were burning, the area around the city wall was distorted by invisible forces.

He could feel that berserk power, and if he went deep into it directly, he might even be surrounded by that power, changing his own flesh and blood into something completely different.

"In this way...at least temporarily stop them!"

"My stupid son..."

A burst of icy voices came, accompanied by the wailing of armor cracking and the sound of flesh being torn, Imre stared at the sound that pierced through his flesh and nailed him to the city wall.

The old man who was gentle and stubborn in Imre's eyes in the past was looking at him with extremely indifferent eyes.

Red blood smeared the walls.

Imre felt his life draining away.

so strong...

He had never imagined that his father was so strong before. He became a civil servant and gave up his position in the battle group. In his eyes, his father was more like a cowardly person who dared not face the challenge.

So when he made a choice back then, he did not hesitate to step into the Silver Guard, because he felt that when encountering difficulties, he just chose to overcome them.

It is not advisable to escape and retreat, it will only accelerate the decline of the Grantham family.

He would rather die as a soldier in an unknown corner under the circumstances of early marriage and childbirth, than live in a safe haven and enjoy the protection of others.

...he has always thought so.

However, the father who "dwells in a safe haven" in his eyes has disintegrated his resistance so easily.

This power... this horrible pain of being tortured.

It is no surprise that the power of the Sanctuary level is a new height that Imre may take a long time to reach.

But now...

He held his blood gushing from his abdomen as if he didn't want money, looked at the man with a grim expression, and shouted his name hoarsely:
"Father...why!"

"why?"

The Marquis of Grantham standing in front of Imre said with a sneer, "Shouldn't I be the one who said this to you?

My stupid son, this is my territory, the territory of my Lord Grantham. How to deal with this territory is something I need to consider.

Imre, you are so weak and ignorant, I am also curious, what kind of courage do you have to stand in front of me and try to provoke me. "

"This... is the land of the Commonwealth... so many people in the past~cough cough~ so much blood was exchanged for it...a piece of land is not ours~cough cough~ Grantham's toys..."

"If you think so..."

There was no emotion in the voice of the Marquess of Grantham:

"Then, take a good look at it! Look at how this territory that once belonged to you has been dyed the color of God!"

Faint fluorescence emanated from Grantham's fingertips, penetrating into Imre's body, forcibly hanging his life.

"Lord Grantham, it's time to act."

After the Marquis of Grantham finished his work, a war priest standing behind him, covered in armor, said coldly.

"Of course, anytime! The Grantham collar is my gift to the great God!"

The existence of that obviously not an ordinary war priest nodded, and said as a matter of course:

"God's reward comes with an expensive price. Helping the Grantham family dispel the power of the evil god and protecting you from having the status of god-given nobles in the future is our reward for you.

Now, Lord Grantham, step forward and accept the seal! "

"Yes!"

The Marquess of Grantham took a step forward with a frenzied face.

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　Street diary:
　　【About yesterday's Toshih Shi】

　　In fact, it was a funny dialogue posted by someone in a certain forum, and there is a similar version——

　　Before crossing: Dong Zhuo, if I come here, I will rule the Quartet, establish Great Liang, and then create a dynasty of the Dong family.

　　The first day after crossing: To Diao Chan.

　　The second day after crossing: To Diao Chan.

　　The third day after crossing: through Diaochan.

　　On the fourth day after crossing: Fei Zhongying, Fei Zhongying, I can't go on like this!
　　Day [-]: In front of Lu Bu in the meat forest in the wine pool, we will see Diao Chan.

　　(Evaluation: I want to see through the succubus)
　　[See the general rules about netizen's establishment of people on the Internet]

　　Elementary school student: I have a lot of pocket money, enough for smoking and drinking, and enough to buy you Wangzai milk.

　　Junior high school student: I am a graduate student who resumed diplomatic relations with the North of Qing Dynasty, and the top ten universities in the world are rushing to ask for it.

　　College student: I don’t know what to have for lunch in kindergarten tomorrow!

　　Social animal: The kitten is going to sleep.

　　High school student: I am a high school student.

　　(Evaluation: I always feel that it makes sense, but I am a little powerless to complain)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)