Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

The blizzard in the dark made people barely open their eyes, and the continuous fighting and running made the blood of the Dijon knights cool down.

The leading knight let out a sigh of relief. The head of the Mullheim soldier hanging on the horse's neck had already frozen into a lump of ice. He reluctantly threw it into the snow.The age of this cavalryman is close to thirty. If he succeeds in the battle this time, he will be promoted to a noble rank, and he will be able to get a big house so that his wife and son can spend the winter comfortably.

His son will be able to join the army in the spring of next year. His son is a brave young man with a bright future.The Knight of Dijon thought.

His son's knight was about the same age as the Mullheim soldier, and they were equally young and handsome.

But he didn't have any sympathy for the Mullheim soldier because of this, and he didn't think about how the young soldier's parents should grieve after his death.

Because their children are not his children.

The fourth outpost appeared in sight, and the Dijon knight gestured for all the cavalry to be quiet.

The night was terribly cold.After they got off their horses and walked into the outpost according to the previous plan, what they faced was an empty house.

There is an ambush!His eyes widened instantly.Action detected?How can this be?Was Milheim's reaction so quick?Prepared in advance?Someone meddled?In any case, the facts were before him.

However, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

"For Fabier Renin!" Since it was useless to cover up, Nai shouted loudly: "For Dijon! For the Great Chief!"

He made up his mind after a second.

All the Dijon knights raised their scimitars and roared, and they also made up their minds after a second.Then they rushed towards Arrow Rain without hesitation, and died without hesitation, just like they killed people before, without any hesitation.

The rain of arrows all over the sky did not hinder them. The blood energy they accumulated in the previous killings were all released as magical energy, but the next magic crystal gun was not so easy to deal with, but it did not slow down their charging speed either. , They stepped on the corpses of their companions, using the corpses of their companions as shields, bloody, violent, cruel, and unstoppable.

The blizzard became more violent, and the blizzard twisted into a whip and lashed at them directly.

There are mages!And is a very strong mage!The eyes of the leading Dijon cavalry widened.

Is the information wrong?No, maybe it wasn't a human being who shot... He clenched the church amulet on his chest and activated it directly.The holy energy spread out from him in an instant, and the surrounding cold atmosphere also dissipated a lot, and the spell stopped.It seems to work.But there are many more enemies.

He listened to the sound of the weapons waving in the storm, and he rushed to the periphery one by one, unknowingly, his companions around him fell down one by one, and the Mülheim soldiers looked at him with more fear.

At this moment, a young general stepped out from among the soldiers in Mülheim. He was fully armed and handsome.

The Dijon cavalry narrowed their eyes. This person should be the commander of these northern soldiers.

"You are strong," said the young commander, "but this is war, and you killed my men, so you must die."

The Dijon cavalry laughed contemptuously, death?No Dijonian is afraid of death.He raised the knife in his hand to the young commander, and cut his throat provocatively.

"I'm different from those reckless young people. I won't be provoked by such superficial provocations and go one-on-one with you." The young commander shook his head, "I know I'm not your match."

The Dijon cavalry shouted in the common language: "Coward, cowardly nobleman! You have desecrated the honor of your family!"

"It seems that you are determined to seek death." The young commander drew out the sword in his hand and said.

The Dijon cavalry pouted on the ground, then clenched the scimitar in his hand, and rushed up.

The wind and snow are endless.

At this moment, the king is against the king.

02.

There is no back and forth going around in circles, and from the very beginning it is a fierce collision, knight sword and scimitar, open and close orthodox attack and sinister and terrible knife technique.The strength of the Dijon cavalryman gradually drained away, but the killing intent on his body became stronger and stronger, and the heat steamed from his skin again.The killing intent in his chest was about to emerge, forming a materialized knife to stab the opponent to death.

The handsome face of the young commander was also infected by killing intent, he abandoned all his demeanor, roaring like a beast and pounced on him.

There is no etiquette, no family, no glory in war, only life and death in real war, and, blocking all perceived bestiality.

Once again blocked the opponent's attack, the young commander made a gesture quietly, and the magic crystal guns over there fired at once.

The world is quiet.

At the last second, the Dijon cavalry thought.Ah, it turned out that the other party deliberately fought with him and turned his back on the magic crystal gun. I underestimated the other party.Ah, I am going to die.Then this winter, my son and wife will suffer from the cold...

The young commander held down the corpse that was pounced on him, and calmly said in his ear: "I said that I am no longer your opponent, but I still do it, which means that I have something to rely on. This is the chief mate. Give it to me.” This young commander is none other than Carl Richard, the leading actor, Deputy Captain Carl, who participated in the first immersive theater of "Pirates of the Caribbean".

Then he pushed the corpse to the ground, stepped directly on his tattered chest, held up the knight sword, and shouted loudly: "For His Majesty Claude!"

"For Your Majesty Claude!" All the soldiers roared together.

"For Mülheim!"

"For Mülheim!"

Carl Richard withdrew his feet, his soles were covered with frozen blood and flesh.

"Go back and be on guard," he ordered.

The heavy snow is majestic, and the world returns to silence again.

The bodies of the Dijon cavalry were soon covered in heavy snow.

His age didn't seem to be much different than Carl's father, but Carl Richard wouldn't wonder if he had a son waiting for him when he came home.

Because someone else's father is not his father.

Because this is war.

03.

"First of all, we need to clarify two points. First, the demons cannot send troops to Mülheim to help in this war."

In the super-long-distance magic dialogue, Monroe's voice was a little fuzzy, as if it had been disturbed by the wind and snow, but his voice itself was still calm and powerful, the kind that could give people infinite power.

Hill's heart then settled down.

It doesn't matter, he has no experience in war, but Monroe has, Monroe is very good, he has fought a lot of wars when he was a human being, at first Hill attracted Monroe because of his talent, and then he started Hungry for his body.

Hill stood in the empty hall, which was an ancient Roman building, and white marble columns arranged in sequence supported the ceiling.There was silence, only the sound of the snowstorm outside the window.This is the cathedral of Winter City. With Teresa's departure, the paladins here have also been evacuated one after another, leaving only some priests who maintain their daily routine.The whole hall seems to have empty glory, indifferent order, and the glory of the end.

Naturally, these priests could not cause any hindrance to Hill, so he used the remaining magic circle here to communicate with Monroe of Famagusta over a long distance.

"Reasons," Hill said.

"If the demons join the war, the church will definitely publicize the massacre of humans by the demons. They will distort the facts, and many people will believe them." Monroe said.

"You mean people from other countries?" Hill asked.

"Yes, Mulheim and the Yulan Empire shouldn't be affected too much, but this also means that all countries outside of them have firmly closed their doors to the demons, unless they are really opened by brutal war." The door Luo said in a deep voice.

"You don't like war?" Hill asked.

"I like it." Monroe said, "Killing people, killing former colleagues, tearing off their hypocritical masks, smashing the hatred that has always remained in my heart, the joy of these makes me forget all the things I am carrying."

Hill watched the wind and snow outside from the window. The city, mountains and rivers were all mixed in a cloud of snow and mist, and were blown into chaos by the fierce new wind.

"That's it," he said.

"But you don't like war, so one of the goals of my various strategies is to avoid war," Munro said.

"But you say you like it," Hill said, "and there's something to forget about."

"Things that need to be carried are often not very sweet, and of course they are not easy, but this is the meaning of life." Monroe said in a deep voice, "I am enchanted for you, and I also maintain my humanity for you. Hill."

"Okay. I remember that," Hill said.

Monroe continued: "Besides, your strategy has always been the same. Your cultural aggression is a roundabout tactic. In order to avoid direct confrontation, if you use violent means and then import culture, then the loss outweighs the gain."

"Yes." Hill nodded, and Monroe also cleared his mind for him.

"Then, my lord, what is your order?"

"Immediately send the magic weapon developed by the black dwarves to Mülheim. The demons will not participate in the battle directly, but the dark church can participate in the battle directly. Send the ghost-faced bird knight to set up a magic circle. I want more information." Hill Said.

"Have you seen the map of the front line?" Monroe asked.

"I have already analyzed it with the Ice Emperor's grand maester. What I don't know now is how much I need to intervene." Hill said.

"You can do whatever you want," Monroe said. "After all, we didn't come here with good intentions, and the Ice Empress must also understand this."

Hill nodded suddenly: "Yes. Maybe I should be tougher."

"Times of war are different from times of peace, my lord," said Monroe.

Hill watched the wind and snow outside for a while, then raised his right arm. Following his action, all the curtains in the hall were slowly drawn, the lights went out, and the entire hall was quickly darkened.The sound of wind and snow outside the window seemed to disappear, and the silence brushed against his skin like undulating waves.He stood in the dark for a while: "Monroe, do you know who I am?"

"You're not the devil," Monroe said.

Hill was not surprised either, and just said lightly: "You know."

"I was aware of it," Munro said. "Other people were in the game and didn't know it, but I was the outsider in the first place."

"But at least now I'm the devil, and I've got you in the game," Hill said.

"Yes, but you didn't just pull me into the game." Monroe said, "And I serve you as the master, not the devil."

"Okay." Hill said, "Send me a rose." In the darkness, his red pupils lighted up faintly, filled with coldness and killing intent bit by bit, "I want a rose soaked in the blood of the enemy!" .”

The wind and snow in the house were silent.

But an aura more terrifying than the wind and snow swept the entire darkness.

——The killing intent of the Demon King.

03.

After solving the spiritual loopholes and flaws through Monroe, Hill quickly participated in the military council.

At present, the first wave of emergency orders has been issued, and the next discussion is how to act next.

In the conference hall with a cross-vault structure, there is a raging flame burning in the fireplace. The style of the pillars next to the conference table is a bit like the Tuscan column in ancient Rome.There is no unnecessary decoration in the entire meeting room, only a huge painting depicting the war is hung on the wall facing the table.

"The current emergency response plan has been implemented, and it depends on luck..." said a nobleman.

"My friendly suggestion is that you don't mention the word 'luck' at this time!" the grand maester roared at the nobleman.

"At present, it is known that the first cavalry of the Dijon tribe has at least 1000 people. This is a terrible number." Another nobleman said, "And they also have greater power than before, which should be the aid of the church."

"I'm also full of friendly suggestions that you don't waste time talking nonsense at this precious time!" The grand maester roared at the nobleman.

After being yelled at by the Grand Master twice, the other nobles fell silent and dared not speak.

"Okay, Your Highness Greenwald, do you have any ideas?" the Grand Maester asked.

Hill understands that the grand maester is rough and fine, and he deliberately uses this method to silence some people.

"The church's action was very timely, no, not only timely, but also surprisingly fast. Did the Dijon tribe be used as a gun?" Hill said half to himself.

The Grand Maester obviously also thought of this: "So before making the layout, we need to consider what the church is helping the Dijon tribe. And..." He looked at Hill: "The Dijon tribe was used as a weapon by the church. Where is Milheim?"

"Are you trying to say that Mülheim was used as a weapon by the demons?" Hill asked bluntly.

The Grand Maester was suffocated by Hill's bluntness for a second, and did not respond.

"Theoretically, this is indeed a game between the church and the demons, or even a game between God and another god... Can you think so?" Hill asked.

"If God is involved, it seems a little..." The Grand Maester frowned slightly, "You are averting your eyes."

"I haven't." Hill replied in a deep voice, "Because from the perspective of the church, this is really a contradiction between the God of Light and the God of Darkness. However, I have not been instructed by the God of Darkness for doing these things, and I believe that the Church has not received the God of Light either. Instructions or something..." In fact, Hill really doubts whether the god exists, after all, angels are just a kind of combat weapon... "We fight out of our own will, and your war is actually out of your own will. "He said this very coldly, as if he was shirking responsibility, but he knew that the Grand Maester could understand: "The Dijon tribe's attack on you is definitely not for the God of Light, but for their own interests. The Rong tribe has always had friction, and I know it too. The church and the demons are like the God of Light and the God of Darkness to you, which constitute a certain reason, but not all."

The grand maester stared at him for a while, then looked away: "I hope so."

"I think it's best not to fight among yourself before standing." Hill slapped him and all the people present: "You humans are always like this, you like to fight among yourself before the battle."

"Hey, I thought it was to fight against the outside world first to secure the inside." The Grand Bachelor was a little embarrassed.

"Be careful, I'm going crazy," Hill said.

"What?" The Grand Maester didn't respond.

"There's no need to do any dignification. Demons are different from humans. Demons don't have so many redundant emotions. I won't like you or despise you. That's it." Hill said bluntly, "I hope we Can improve efficiency, not nonsense here."

"But some things must be clarified, such as the purpose of this war." A noble over there said.

"I repeat," Hill glanced at him coldly, "I don't mind showing you how self-willed the devil is. I repeat, I have already let my people bleed, and the guards are already bleeding. I don't mind if you don't let your people bleed."

At this time, the only way to convince the crowd is to use this thunderous method.Hill thought blankly.

For a moment, the entire conference room was silent.

Dawn was approaching, and when Bingdi arrived, his face was tired, but his eyes were full of energy.

He came obliquely wrapped in the breath of wind and snow, and the waiter poured him hot tea. After he took a big sip of tea, he put it on the table, "How is the situation?"

"The opponent has already bloodbathed two outposts. The third outpost finally made preparations in advance, but they still lost. They retreated together to the fourth outpost. There are demons and Richard's young master in the fourth outpost. The current situation Unknown." A nobleman reported.

"Master Richard." Ice Empress frowned, "May the cold god bless him."

Seeing the Ice Emperor speaking, everyone made gestures of the cold god's blessing at the same time, except Hill.

"We were discussing the purpose of the war before, but Mr. Greenwald seems to have other views." The noble who was choked by Hill before said.

Hill glanced at him, and he avoided Hill's gaze.

"Other opinions?" Ice Empress asked.

"Yes, besides that, Mr. Greenwald thinks it's time to abandon the outpost and guard the canyon..."

"I'll chime in, I'm just raising the possibility," Hill said.

"Well." Another person complained: "But you still threatened to make us bleed, and it is obvious that you are playing against the Church of Light. The Church of Light is using the Dijon tribe as a weapon, and the Demon Race is using us as a weapon."

The Ice Empress looked at Hill: "Are you threatening him to bleed?"

Hill didn't make any excuses: "Threat."

Bingdi nodded, "So that's the case." Then he glanced at the nobleman who had just spoken, and then ordered to the soldier next to him: "Drag and kill."

The nobleman was stunned for a moment, and immediately called out: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty!"

Ice Emperor was unmoved.

"Your Majesty, I have been with you for so long, Your Majesty..."

"Forget it, I've changed my mind." Ice Empress said, walking in front of the other party, and then pulled out the sword at his waist and cut off his head directly.Hill clicked his tongue, and Bingdi took the man's head and put it on the conference table, glanced at everyone, and said, "Continue the discussion."

"Yes, Your Majesty." No one dared to look at him.

No one is really simple.Hill thought.

It is such an exciting thing to make a fortune in such an era of heroes.

But before that, the war must be won.

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