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Chapter 298 You are an unbreakable eagle, soaring freely in the sky of the motherland (10K)

"You boy, you are still far away!" Inside the knight in full armor, the eyes of the Marquis Grantham narrowed slightly, and the next moment, the sword in his hand slashed at Imre.

War broke out in an instant.

But the battle between the two is only a drop in the ocean in the entire battlefield.

Or it should be said that on-site battles are not the pinnacle for the sanctuary level.

In fact, on the land battlefield, there are even more terrifying scenes happening in the sky.

That is the terrifying existence named demigod pouring out its own rage crazily.

The indescribable scene in the sky expanded wildly outwards in a jaw-dropping state, the solidified spiritual body world eroded the real world, and finally created two interlaced and chaotic domains suspended in the sky, as if It is like a continent suspended in the sky.

Such a jaw-dropping scene, even the legion members who were fully fired below, subconsciously shrunk their pupils after seeing it.

In fact, when the domain emerges in this world in full expansion, the displayed horror domain even obscures the sky.

The spectacle like a floating continent created by the domain made the battlefield below directly covered by the huge shadow cast by the domain.

There is no doubt that this is a battle between the top powerhouses in the mainland.

Now, under the influence of this battle, the emotions of the soldiers fighting each other below became even more fanatical.

Even the Sanctuary battle between the Marquess of Grantham and Imre, although it is still difficult for ordinary soldiers of the Extraordinary level, compared to the state of full fire between the demigods and legends, it is already better. Too much.

"You have indeed grown a lot, my stupid son, it seems that you haven't slacked off for a moment in the past two years!"

The Marquess of Grantham's tone was cold, but what he said seemed to be full of emotion.

Imre gritted his teeth and endured the stormy attack of the Marquess of Grantham. Although he had expected that his father might be much stronger than he imagined, but now he was still feeling proud of his father's strength. Shock.

Too powerful, really too powerful.

He is far stronger than his peers. Compared with the strength of his own strength that has undergone many experiments after participating in the [Federation Star] project, he only feels that his father's every move seems to be It's like being tempered.

It's like...he has never given up on improving his own strength over the years.

You know, in his impression, since his father gave up the tradition of the Wu Xun family and devoted himself to the civil service echelon, he has never seen his father in a state of intensive cultivation.

But now...

He became more and more unwilling, and unprecedented pain filled his heart.

"Why? Why did you betray? You obviously have a stronger talent than me and a brighter future. Why did you choose to abandon the Federation? Why...abandon me!"

Accompanied by Imre's roar, the surge of magic power almost crushed everything.

However, the Marquis of Grantham remained silent at this time, and every time the sharp sword in his hand cut out, it would be accompanied by the condensed magic power of the sword light.

"Your spell power is loose, your footsteps are unsteady, and there are huge flaws in the output and control of spell power. It's fine to bully the weak. When you meet Sanctuary, which has grown up decently, you want to be with me even now." For the enemy?"

The Marquis of Grantham sighed and said: "You are really too weak now, although you are much worse than most of your peers, but now you are not qualified to appear on the battlefield as a coach.

A coach who is too easily beheaded by the enemy has no value in existence. You should go back and practice for a few more years. "

What Lord Grantham said was somewhat hurtful.

But Imre didn't have much thought about it.

His strength is not as good as that of the Marquis of Grantham, so the only thing he can do is to devote more energy and try his best to bring himself closer to the footsteps of the Marquis of Grantham.

So when the Marquis of Grantham was mocking him, not only did he not become more angry, but instead sneered and began to quickly control his own power under the "guidance of the battlefield" by the Marquis of Grantham.

I have to say that my father is more suitable as the "instructor".

Although the curse swordsman has always been a normal profession, the operation and use of spell power are completely different from one family to another.

The Grantham of the Steel Eagle family is good at condensing their own spell power into an indestructible steel power. This power is so powerful that it can easily attack cities and villages. It belongs to the first-class condensed spell power type. method.

Even among the Silver Guards, there are not many professionals with such abilities.

Although there has never been a lack of top geniuses who once enlightened to the Tao, from zero or low foundations, to advance their method of condensing spell power to an extremely terrifying level, more often than not, they want to make their own spells The further improvement of the method of force movement requires the continuous efforts and trial and error of generations.

So for Imre now, the method of mana power operation and the related use of mana power brought out by the Marquis of Grantham are like digging for treasures for him.

Where in this world could there be a more suitable sparring partner than his father, the Marquis Grantham?
After all, in terms of using the mantra of the Steel Eagle family, there is no doubt that his father is the strongest.

only……

Accompanied by a streak of blood-red spell power, Imre took a step back in pain.

Too strong, really too strong!
The strength gap between the two was even bigger than he had imagined.

Although Imre has been laughing at himself that the Marquis of Grantham is his "teacher", in fact, the Marquis of Grantham has no intention of showing mercy when fighting, and every move is aimed at Imre's death It seems that he will not stop until he is killed.

Such a brutal battle is really daunting.

To be honest, during the fight, members of the Silver Guard quietly interfered with his attack route, so even if Imre, who has passed the [Federation Star] plan, wants to defeat this guy, It's still a fool's dream.

He even said mercilessly that he should have been beaten to the ground long ago.

However, under such circumstances, Imre still held a strong belief, and stopped the sword that was cutting towards him time and time again.

"It's different this time, Father!"

This time, at the moment Imre swung his sword, the shivering light shone with cruel blood.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

As if he didn't care about his injuries at all, he abruptly exchanged injuries for injuries, and instantly pierced through the defense of Marquis Grantham while his flesh and blood rolled.

The Marquis of Grantham took half a step back in pain, and the magic power on his body hit Imre like a wave, trying to temporarily distance himself from Imre.

But the next moment, Imre bumped out of the bloody wave...

"Father……"

He used a hoarse voice, as if shouting the last sentence.

A flash of sword light flashed, and the sharp blade pierced the body of Marquis Grantham in an instant. Under his wide-eyed astonishment, Imre, who was seriously injured, showed a tragic smile on his face.

"This is the last time."

In an instant, dark red blood covered the space between father and son.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the blood belonged to the Marquis of Grantham or Imre himself.

Imre, who had completed a revenge, seemed to have lost his strength. Although his hands were still tightly grasping the sharp sword in his hand, he still maintained a forward posture, like a mechanical doll that had lost its energy. .

I didn't feel the pleasure of revenge.

All Imre felt at this moment was endless emptiness and regret.

He has always been adhering to the tradition of the Grantham family, and has been active in the front line of the battle. Regarding his father who chose to withdraw from the ranks of martial arts and went to the civil service system, in fact, he did not say anything, but he had some thoughts in his heart. .

Although the relationship between father and son is not incompatible, it is also a lie to say that the three views agree.

But why?
When he knew that his father had betrayed him, what he immediately felt was not anger, but grievance.

That's right, that day, with the help of his father, Grantham led the city gate to be opened, and the scene when he was crucified on the ground by his father and struggling was the reason why he was so angry.

Why keep him...

What it really means is, why don't you take me away?
The pain of being abandoned by his father as a child was what made Imre Grantham so angry.

And now, it's all over.

But he didn't seem to feel happy.

The only thing he could feel was the ever-spreading emptiness, as if someone dug a hole in his heart, and when all the emotions rose, they all vented out.

"Stop struggling, let's talk at the end."

Looking at his father who was still struggling on the ground, he couldn't hide the miserable expression on his face.

Even when the body of the Marquis Grantham was pierced by Imre's sharp sword, he was still struggling.

His hand was raised and lowered several times, but Imre finally couldn't hold back, held his hand tightly, and said, "Old man, don't struggle too much before you die, go with peace of mind."

Just as he was saying this, he suddenly felt slow movements coming from his palm.

If it was a normal person, they might have thought that the Marquis of Grantham was struggling.

Imre, however, is an undisputed ex-Argent Guard in training.

The keen judgment of the silver Huiwei army made him understand immediately that this was an encrypted authorization.

The object of authorization is yourself.

[Make me a blood essence, transplant my eyes, and tell the consul everything you see]

For a moment, the unprecedented absurd emotion made Imre's face reveal an unbelievable expression. Fortunately, he controlled it very well and quickly suppressed this emotion.

Encrypted authorization, only a very small number of people in the Silver Guard understand it.

Or it should be said that this thing is not for ordinary silver guards to learn. Only the silver guards with special names on their backs will have the opportunity to learn this.

Imre...

He has always been a child worthy of making his parents proud.

Whether it was when the Marquis of Grantham was there or after the Marquis of Grantham betrayed him.

Imre Grantham, after all, was the next Patriarch of the Grantham family, not a stupid idiot.

At this moment, all the memories of the past chased after him.

It's a ruse.

Although I don't know who the executor is, there is no doubt that I am a part of the implementation of the plan, but I have never known it all this time?
No, no, it's not because I don't know anything on purpose, but because I have to be ignorant to be able to deceive everyone.

The highest level of lying is to not even be deceived.

Realizing this, Imre looked at Lord Grantham one last time.

At this time, the corner of the Marquis Grantham's mouth was already polluted by the blood that kept falling. Finally, he uttered a roar that was almost like howling. Amidst the dumbfounded crowd, the spell power on Imre flickered frantically, enveloping Grantham. The blood in Marquis Mu's body instantly completed the extraction process of blood essence in mid-air.

A drop of blood essence that shone like a ruby ​​floated in midair.

In this way, in the eyes of everyone, Imre took the initiative to break the secret that the Cursed Swordsman had kept dusted for so many years.

The next moment, another sword light flashed.

The big head of the Marquess of Grantham flew high like this.

At this moment, the fear of death on his face, but with a faint smile on his face, as if to say:

"I'll leave the rest to you!"

This was an encrypted piece of information that was limited to between father and son. Imre, who was in a heartbroken mood, looked at the people around him with beastly eyes.

The dead silence and madness contained in those overly aggressive eyes made the soldier of Holy Brinia, who was trying to make up for the knife, subconsciously take half a step back, but the next moment he stopped because of his timidity, and turned toward him in embarrassment. Imre rushed over.

It was at this moment that Imre swallowed a mouthful of dark red blood essence directly into his stomach, and the terrifying mantra rose from his body again.

A sword light flashed across, and the soldiers who had been killed before were cut into two in an instant.

"Imre Grantham, the traitor has been taken down, the head of the former Marquess of Grantham, kill!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the scene became even weirder in an instant.

Some people looked at Imre with a subtle expression, some lamented and felt a little bit emotional, and some didn't think much about it, just taking it as a means to boost morale.

But there is no doubt that killing the traitor father with his own hands seems to be forgiven by others, but in fact, in the hearts of everyone, they will only be more unwilling to forgive.

Killing relatives with righteousness has always been a joke.

In the eyes of many people, a person who can even kill his own father will only be able to kill people who are not his relatives.

All this was doomed from the beginning.

From the day the Marquess of Grantham chose to betray, there was no turning back.

For Imre's generation, I am afraid that they will have to bear the infamy of betrayal until they die, and then there will be no room for maneuver.

It's the same even if the Marquis of Grantham is killed now.

It doesn't make any sense, and it also has to bear the sequelae of "destroying relatives with righteousness".

But even so, that is a matter of the future.

Accompanied by Imre's roar, the battle for the city wall money has completely entered a fierce stage.

The wailing was endless, and the piercing "kill kill kill" sound seemed to never stop.

From early morning to dusk, until everything seemed to be over, the two sides finally ushered in the end with extremely miserable casualties.

……

"Withdraw, withdraw quickly!"

The demigod of the Expeditionary Crusaders waved the only remaining arm, and loudly ordered the Expeditionary Crusaders below to retreat.

And the demigod of the Silver Guard of the Iberian Federation sat quietly on the wall, not taking his eyes off the demigod of the Crusaders.

There was a wound on his body that almost cut off his chest.

That was the injury he had just suffered when confronting the demigod of Holy Brinia.

On the battlefield below, there are still large-scale small silver guards chasing the scattered Crusaders. The Crusaders have lost their lead. In this state of retreat, it can almost be regarded as running around.

This kind of battle lasted for a long time, until the dusk, the two sides finally stopped with a tacit understanding.

At this time, the Grantham Knights, who spent a lot of effort and finally cleared the intruders in the city, suffered heavy casualties. Almost everyone on the scene was injured. If it weren't for the tenacious vitality of the professionals themselves, many people might have died Due to the seriousness of the injury, medical assistance could not be waited for.

In the darkness, in Lord Grantham's mansion, Imre, who was soaked in blood, finally finished cleaning his body.

He looked at the butler beside him, and the butler nodded towards him and said:
"My lord, the doctor who performed the double eye transplant has arrived."

"Get him as soon as possible."

"Yes……"

……

After the doctor had successfully completed the eye replacement operation and removed all traces, Imre, whose eyes were still wrapped in gauze, said softly:
"Seize yourself."

With a plop, the dead man who had just performed the operation for him fell to the ground, and even the soul that escaped with his body was directly sealed by the old housekeeper into a container.

The soul of a dead man like this is not allowed to ascend, because there are too many secrets in it that cannot be known to outsiders, although usually the gods are not so boring as to want to know the situation of every believer who enters their own kingdom of God, But what if?
Imre would never gamble on this eventuality.

Although he was a little sorry, he would not choose to let him go if he sealed the soul of the dead man who performed the mission until there was some information that no longer needed to be hidden.

As the spell power on his body continued to be consumed, even after anesthesia, the wound that still had a faint pain began to heal quickly.

It didn't take long for the wounds to heal to the point where the bandages could be removed.

This is the recovery ability of a strong man in the sanctuary. Unless he has suffered a very fatal injury, such a recovery effect, for him, is just the result of a large consumption of mana power.

After realizing that the pain in his body had disappeared, Imre hesitated for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes.

It was at this moment, as if something was activated, he seemed to see a flickering flame flickering in his eye sockets.

That flame looks so charming and charming, as if once you take a look at it, you can't help but look at it a second time, a third time, until you are completely immersed in it.

In a trance, he seemed to see a beautiful world covered by clouds.

Everything there is full of indescribable beauty, as if they are born to be the embodiment of beauty.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that the "common sense" imperceptibly leaked into his mind was telling him that this is the legendary kingdom of God, and everything living here is the "darling" blessed by the gods.

"What a nice view!"

He couldn't help saying this.

His body seemed to be attracted, and soon his vision drifted into the distance. Not long after, he saw an extremely beautiful woman lying sideways as if taking a nap in this beautiful place.

"Like the group of undead, are they God's people who have been blessed by the gods?"

Imre said in a low voice.

That woman seemed to be the embodiment of all good things. Just looking at her lying on her side gave one a feeling of... being taken away from her eyes and aroused by her desire.

Even though his back was facing him, Imre couldn't help but want to go up to have a look.

Just as he floated a few steps forward, he heard the woman with the beautiful back whispering:

"It's strange, I can't find it, it's not you, and it's not you!"

That voice was clearly a whisper, if it was on the side of the bed, it might still be a stimulant that would make one's tail stiffen.

But for some reason, when Imre heard that voice, he only felt a madness.

The woman was still lying on her side in the garden as if she hadn't noticed his existence.

A beautiful bird took an elegant trajectory from the sky, and finally landed on the arms of those beauties who raised their hands.

"I can't find it, it's not you..."

Imre heard her say this, and this time the words were a little more gloomy, and there was even a bit of whimpering in his voice.

"It's not you! It's not you! Why are you all gone?"

She seemed to be screaming, and while making a scream, the beautiful creature resting on her white arm seemed to be distorted at this moment.

Its body quickly became bloated and fat, from a small one to a twisted chunk of flesh the size of a basketball that fell to the ground and spattered a lot of blood.

It was at this time that the second beautiful creature came again.

It looked like a well-behaved deer, gently nuzzling the woman sitting on the bench.

"It's not you, you're not, you're not the one I want."

The weird and awkward voice sounded again.

"I can't find it, why did it disappear? I clearly promised not to leave me!"

"Come back, come back, where are you going, let me take another look at you, just one look! Just one look! Don't leave me!"

"Come out~ come out~ don't hide, okay, I miss you so much...I really miss you so much!"

"Why don't you guys come back? This time, I will definitely manage everything well, woo woo woo~so~so~"

Those bursts of words were sometimes soft and sometimes crazy, and there was a sense of strangeness mixed with ferocity in the words. The weird voice made Imre's hair stand on end, and the gloomy smell that seemed to penetrate into the bones made people shudder .

"Ah~ my children, my lovely children, are you here to see me?"

The woman on the bench seemed to have reacted, her body seemed to move slightly while lying on the bench.

She turned over, and her graceful body slowly turned towards Imre.

At this moment, Imre only felt his brain trembling.

What a beautiful and twisted body it is!

That delicate face seemed to be a symbol of all the beautiful creatures in the world, and the extremely beautiful hair, for some reason, was withered and yellow at the tips.

Half of her face had a loving smile like a virgin, but the other half of her face seemed to be tormented by the police.

What's even more frightening is that for such a beautiful woman, there is no trace of flesh and blood attached from the chest cavity to the abdomen, and the bloody ribs are exposed. It twisted and polluted like crazy, slowly wriggling there.

This is the god of love and fickleness, Severia.

The highly condensed sense of presence of the gods made her and Imre look at each other, and Imre naturally knew her identity.

He felt like his thoughts were about to stop.

It's hard to imagine, with the strength and level of the God of Love and Fickleness, what kind of things would he have to go through to bring himself into such a miserable state.

This is God!

A god that no one has been able to really kill for so many years!
The gods are far more powerful than ordinary people, not to mention killing them, even after the gods descend, there are not many beings who can kill the gods descending.

And this is a pure calculation of the deity who descended using the body of the chosen one.

As for the body of the god...

You ask about this thing all over the continent, and no one has ever seen it while alive.

Mainstream research believes that it's not that the gods don't want to return to the Shenhua Continent, but because the gods are really too strong, so strong that they can cause irreversible damage to the mainland just by descending on their own bodies.

Therefore, they were rejected by the mother of the world, and transformed one subspace after another into the residence of their own kingdom of God, and never appeared on the mainland again.

It is such a powerful existence, but at this moment it is so twisted and ferocious. He can clearly feel the ultimate charm and love from him, but he has a deep loathing for her.

"It's okay, it's okay, just give me a little more time, just give me a little more time... Everyone will come back to me soon!"

Accompanied by a charming and long voice, the god of love and fickleness slowly stretched out his hand towards Imre as if he wanted to hug Imre.

The moment the slender white green hand was about to touch Imre, Imre backed away with a frightened face.

Seeing the wanton exuding feminine curves, the voice that wanted to lean on Imre and exhale like blue, he was frightened for a while.

When did he realize that there was something wrong with the God of Love and Fickleness, and he still took the initiative to walk towards the God when he was unconscious?

Obviously he just passed by, but at that moment, he seemed to feel the blurred eyes of the God of Love and Fickleness, and her soft calling.

Imre, who finally struggled out, paused for a moment at this moment.

But in the next second, he seemed to be confused, and walked forward again.

"Come on, come to me, don't leave me, let alone forget me."

Said the god of love and fickleness.

The strong and endearing taste revealed in those words made him instinctively unable to refuse.

Her body leaned forward slightly, as if she was about to fall. Imre was horrified to find that his body seemed to be completely disobedient, and subconsciously walked towards her.

It seemed that he was finally able to hold Imre in his arms, and the God of Love and Fickleness held his hand even tighter.

The white veil on her head slipped off, exposing her beautiful face beyond ordinary people. The tranquility and noble temperament in her eyes make you feel a southwest feeling when you look at her.

"Finally... I was finally able to find you again."

There was an expression of weeping with joy that didn't seem fake on her face. The moment she hugged Imre, the expression on her face instantly turned into a strange and ferocious evil smile, as if she was mocking something. .

At this moment, Imre's eye sockets suddenly had a flash of light.

The unprecedented light almost stung Imre's eyes, and at that moment, Imre, who had been in a mental state, woke up instantly.

"You will have to walk the next road by yourself... Children, keep in mind that the blood of our family and the will to inherit it, which we have condensed from generation to generation, are the only way we can deal with them."

"Father..." Imre subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to take a step towards the translucent silver eagle suspended in mid-air, but the next moment, his feet seemed to be pulled by something Live normally, and instantly fall into deep space.

At the same time, the voice of the Marquis of Grantham sounded softly: "I will leave the rest to you, Your Majesty..."

The brilliance of the steel eagle decayed and dimmed instantly at this moment, and finally disappeared, as if it had never appeared in this world.

"Don't... don't go!"

The moment Imre disappeared, the God of Love and Fickleness uttered a mournful cry, staggered and fell off the bench, and the cheeks that I felt pity for were covered with tears.

She stretched out her hand, intending to pull the child back to her side. After all, she is a god, and she has the ability to do it.

The light of the steel eagle, which was only left with Ember Le, flickered for the last time, trying to stop the God of Love and Change, but in the next moment, this power completely dissipated.

No one can stop God!

The god of love and fickleness stretched out her hand towards the direction of the void, as if she wanted to hold everything in her hand, but the next moment, her other hand suddenly stretched out and grasped it tightly. The wrist of the hand that was about to strike.

With a painful expression, she covered her mouth with both hands, and suppressed the phrase "don't leave me behind".

……

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah~"

Imre suddenly opened his eyes, and let out a roar that was almost like a scream. He felt as if his head was about to explode, and he rolled on the ground in pain. The housekeepers of the Ransome family.

The head butler stepped forward directly, intending to check the current physical condition of Patriarch Imre.

The next moment, the blood essence of the Marquis of Grantham that he had swallowed was suddenly sprayed out by him.

I saw that blood essence turned into a fluttering steel eagle in mid-air, and at the next moment, the steel eagle lost its wings and turned into scarlet blood and fell.

Amidst the clattering sound, a ball of bright red blood appeared on the ground. Before it could be properly digested and absorbed, this blood essence that gathered the strength of the Marquis of Grantham became a waste product in this way.

"Patriarch, Patriarch! Are you okay!"

Imre, who was weak, shook his hand, with a pained expression on his face.

"go out……"

"Patriarch, but you!"

"I let you out!"

Imre yelled angrily.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but in the end they could only choose to obey Imre's words and exit the room.

It wasn't until this time that Imre raised his head and looked at the scene in the room.

In the indoor study, his blurry eyes finally saw the motto of the Grantham family hanging in the study——

You are an unbreakable eagle, soaring freely in the sky of the motherland.

"dad……"

Imre had just completed the eye replacement surgery, and there was blood oozing from his eye sockets, mixed with tears and falling down: "I see, I will complete the final task."

……

[Location: Iberian Federation, Principality of England, Lancaster Lord's Mansion, Study Room]

Kyle seemed to remember something, and took out a piece of paper from the drawer.

At this time, two years have passed.

Two years ago, before his sister, the former sword master Olivia, was dying, she finally told Kyle about the method of descending from the gods in the dungeon at that time, which almost destroyed the generation of the Ibel Federation. The names of the four gods.

Thinking of this, Kyle's eyes became darker again.

"The God of Ice and Snow."

"God of life."

"God of Death."

"And...the god of love and fickleness, Severia?"

Kyle's eyes became a lot deeper, suppressing emotions that ordinary people couldn't understand.

"Very happy, Sister Olivia, I am a person who values ​​promises very much. If I can, I will try my best to fulfill the promises I made...

For example, blasting some of the scumbags involved in this matter into the dust of history, after all, I, Kyle D. Heloise, am a very narrow-minded guy! "

Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly received a message from the communication crystal located by the royal court.

He glanced at it, and found that it was Lord Bartlett, whom he hadn't contacted for a while. After clicking on the communication, he saw Lord Bartlett's serious expression, subconsciously frowned, and straightened his back a lot. , said softly:
"Lord Bartlett, is there something in the middle of the night that you want to contact me suddenly?"

"Kyle, the real top battle is about to break out."

"Huh?" Kyle instantly cheered up: "Tell me what's going on?"

"Pope Masefield has already begun to march towards the northern wilderness with the top troops prepared by the five Orthodox Churches."

Kyle's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in a cold voice, "The five major churches?"

"The gods of dawn, life, death, ice and snow, love and fickleness, more than half of the churches of the nine righteous gods have chosen to stand on the side of Masefield, and the old traditions of the church of the mother of the earth have been completely overwhelmed." Living."

Kyle took a deep breath, the expression on his face didn't change much, he just sighed in a low voice: "Finally, has this moment finally arrived?"

After finishing speaking, Kyle looked at Lord Bartlett and said, "Is there anything I can do for the Federation?"

Lord Bartlett nodded, and said solemnly: "There are indeed some things that need your help."

"Let's talk, I will try my best to help everyone if I can get something great."

"Because the mission areas are different, the people gathered inside Holy Brinia will not gather in one place. They will directly divide into several groups, each leading their own team to the frontline battlefield.

Forget about the other churches. The most troublesome Pope Masefield and his Church of the God of Love and Change, and the Church of the Lord of Dawn, will be handed over to Kaier Consul to deal with.

Now a group of us need to carry out a precise attack on the high-level personnel of the remaining three churches. "

Kyle said in a deep voice, "How accurate is it?"

"As accurate as you want, you must ensure that after a round of strikes, you can successfully beat this group of reinforcements so that they cannot participate in the next competition."

"That is to say..."

"Well, Kyle, it's best to be mentally prepared. This time there may be a person favored by the gods and a god descending. I will take the floating city there."

Kyle was surprised when he heard this: "Has a floating city been built on the Federation side?"

Seeing Kyle's surprised expression, Lord Bartlett showed a complacent expression on his face, and said, "Of course, you can build it yourself, why do you think that we can't catch up with the power of the entire Federation? "

Hearing Lord Bartlett's words, Kyle couldn't help but smile, and said:

"That's fine. Seeing what you guys mean, it seems that you don't intend to let me be the first floating city to be exposed?"

"Of course, your floating city is more special, and it still has missions to complete."

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　Street diary:
　　【Gift Diary】

　　The author's friend Akun gave me a speaker that looks pretty good. The portable Bluetooth speaker with gradient colors is really good-looking.

　　It's round and thick, and I can barely grasp it with one hand. When I was grasping it, I saw the pink color, so...

　　Bah, bah, what a weird adjective.

　　All in all, this is an ordinary macho pink speaker, don't overthink it, especially a certain idiot Aying.

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