How to wear a goddess statue

King Sanur was a warrior, there is no doubt about it.

If it is pushed back a few years, even if King Sanur can't defeat Aleuil, he can still retreat, but now—the youngest of his ten sons can go to the battlefield.

Time is equal and no human being will be spared.

It made Hefeite's city lord old and exhausted, and it also made the king of the foreign race fall into decline. It's okay to say that the body is weak, but more importantly, it is psychological.

The princess' sword edge chased him, non-stop, with deadly moves.

The initial ambition gradually faded away, and the desire to retreat that was suppressed in his heart rose again. King Sanur did not show timidity on his face, he looked angry, and he was not pushed to the limit, but his actions could not deceive people. The knife speaks of timidity.

Aleuil was keenly aware of this change, his eyes were still cold and sharp, but the corners of his mouth were slowly raised, revealing an undisguised sarcasm.

"clang--"

The long sword was slashing inward, and King Sanur hurriedly turned back to block it, biting his back molars tightly, not wanting to show his weakness.

As Ailuil approached the blade, Senhan covered up a little madness in the center of his pupils, which became even more terrifying against the background of blood all over his body: "It's only a few years..."

"Ha Mengge, you are no longer my opponent."

Harmonge is the name of King Sanur, he glared, but he really felt that he was powerless.

Veins burst out in the hand holding the knife, and trembled under the strength of Princess Solan, as if it was about to be unable to hold on.

"Bastard!"

Harmonge raised his foot and tried to push the princess away, so as to gain a chance to adjust, but Eleuil quickly avoided it by turning around.

"Of course..." The long sword swung down from top to bottom, leaving almost no room for the opponent to breathe, "It wasn't like that before!"

Harmonge was not defeated by this blow, but he was almost there. Compared with the competitive spirit and the dignity of the Sanur warrior, a deeper fear surged out.

If you go on like this, you will die.

The scimitar he barely set up might fly out of his hand, and those without weapons would die in the next second, and they would not be able to turn around and run away, and the next second they turned their backs, they would be cut apart by the princess from behind.

I'm the king.Harmonge told himself.

In order not to let the Sanur tribe lose their leader, he must not die here, this is not an escape, this is a strategic retreat——

However, how to withdraw from such an offensive?

At this moment, a color different from black, silver and brown-red came into the edge of vision. It was the white coarse linen clothing most commonly worn by Soran civilians.

A herb picker lying on the ground was fortunate enough not to be trampled to death during the battle between the two sides. He still injured his arms and legs and was struggling to crawl with one hand and knee, trying to escape from the battlefield.

Harmony's eyes lit up.

Taking advantage of the time when Aleuil leaned over to avoid the attack of a Sanur soldier in the rear and finished the opponent with a backhand, Harmeng pierced the herb collector's back with a scimitar, and picked him up on the tip of the knife. , like holding a human shield.

"Cover me! Retreat!" Harmonger yelled, "Let's go—"

When the Sanur soldiers heard the order, even if they turned their backs to the Sorans who were still fighting before, they rushed to escort the king away.

But in this short period of time, perhaps less than half a second, Eleuil approached brazenly.

Without hesitation, as if he didn't see who the other party was holding, Jian Guang slashed across with thunderous strength.

Harmony opened his mouth.

The weight in his hand suddenly became lighter, and at the same time, a thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

The distance between the two sides was close enough that a large stream of blood gushed out from the neck of the herbal picker and splashed on the princess' cheek.

This battlefield does not need the slightest bit of kindness, let alone...Eleuil lowered her eyes slightly, and did not look at Harmeng's unwilling eyes. Her eyes were fixed on Solan's people.

What's more, he was already dying.

The knife that King Sanur provoked, habitually pierced his heart.

On the opposite side, Harmonge took a moment to cover his throat, and he was on the verge of falling on his horse, making a bloody cough.

This change made the Sanur tribe no longer want to fight. Some rushed to the king desperately, and some decided to run away first when they saw the situation was not good.

Aleuil did not prevent the enemy from rescuing Harmonge, and she couldn't save him even if she took it away. She just continued to swing the long sword, her movements were fierce and sharp, as if she was tireless.

One objective accomplished, it's time for the second - to kill more Sanurians.

The situation of the battle changed fundamentally, the enemy army began to flee, and the Soran cavalry chased after them and fought bravely.

The vegetation on both sides of the road, the jagged rocks, and the red-yellow ground between the valleys were completely stained with a layer of blood red that could not be wiped off. Broken limbs, corpses, and fallen war horses remained in place, piled up like graves.

The pursuit lasted for a short period of time, and the traces of blood and stumps continued to extend into the valley until the terrain gradually rose and stopped abruptly.

In front of all the Solan soldiers, Eleuil raised his sword-holding hand to his side, signaling to stop the pursuit, like a line of interception.

The Soran cavalry stopped after this line. Although they were red-eyed, and despite being engulfed in anger and victory, they still obeyed the order of the princess and did not make any unnecessary moves.

"Okay, there is no need to chase after here."

Aleuil said, staring at the front with cold eyes, the scattered Sanur people panicked and fled in all directions on their horses, and soon disappeared into the deep forest without a trace.

The princess flicked the blood that was gradually staining the long sword, and the blood coagulated into beads and fell to the ground, but more coagulated blood stains remained on the sword, as if it was originally a bright red weapon.

With her slender neck drooping, Eleuil seemed to be contemplating, and there was not much joy of victory in her expression—of course, it is also possible that her contemplation was to cool down the overheated blood and nerves after the dripping fight.

Finally, Eleuil spoke again and ordered: "Let's go, send a message to Etrich City, and go back to clean up the battlefield."

As soon as the direction was turned, Eluil, who was at the head of the team, fell behind. She was not in a hurry to speed up and return to the head of the team, but just let the horse walk slowly.

Taking off the helmet, Eleuil fiddled with the shattered hair hanging on the side of his face. There were strands of sticky and half-frozen flesh and blood, as if he had bathed in a pool of blood.

While Rhodes was attracted by the blood-stained, cruel and treacherous beauty at first glance, he also had the urge to summon water on the spot to wash people clean.

Maybe the water god just has a slight cleanliness?

At this time, Eleuil looked over, and the divine power attached to the lens in front of her eyes allowed her to clearly see the appearance of the river goddess' spirit body.

It was still so clean and pure white, spotless, even if it shuttled between the battlefields, the color and breath of blood could not infiltrate the soul of God.

Rhodes waited for the princess to ask about the box.

Who ever thought that Eleuil opened his mouth and said, "Can I dirty you?"

... what is the problem?

Rhodes looked carefully and cautiously.

Perhaps it was because her mind was not as simple as before, the thought that came to her at the first moment was even worse than this question——

However, at a glance, Rhodes realized that he probably thought too much.

As soon as Aleuil finished speaking, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, he looked away and smiled apologetically.

The princess seemed relaxed and said, "If Priest Muya hears it, I probably won't be allowed to step into the Kadela Temple in this lifetime."

Rhodes looked at her thoughtfully.

The long lingering of his gaze made Eleuil quite uneasy. After all, Rhodes sees everything lightly, and staring at this situation deeply and for a long time...is he unhappy?

That's right, which god can tolerate believers having such thoughts, even if it is someone they have a crush on, it is too much.

After a while, Rhodes sighed inaudibly.

After confirming that the soldiers were moving forward wholeheartedly, Rhodes slowly drifted closer, his pupils as clear as the light blue sky behind the snow peak, clearly reflecting the blood-stained princess.

The spirit state was lifted in an instant, a short but solid hug.

The crimson color of blood passed between the two, from the armor that seemed to still have the warmth of flesh and blood to the body of a god that was close to each other, full of blood, like catching a blue heron coming from afar, or like a blue heron using its own whiteness The bluish wing feathers absorbed and captured the opponent.

Luo Das lowered his head, his plain white chin rested lightly on the crown of the princess's head, soaked in blood indifferently.

"You've done a good job, Ai Lu." The voice was as low as a sigh, "I'll tell you everything when this is over, okay?"

Eleuil was taken aback, but Rhodes had straightened up and regained his spirit body.

In fact, in this state, the dirty blood stains will not remain, so what traces can fall on the soul?But Rhodes still used his divine power to keep them, like stickers attached to the body of the spirit.

Turning around, Wang Nu's eyes were bright.

Think again about what you look like now, whether you look like a real wraith behind you with your feet on the ground and covered in blood.

Rhodes: "..."

The goddess of the Yilu River remained unchanged, and continued to maintain an elegant floating posture: "After the battlefield is cleaned up, go to the nearest city of Etrich to take a bath and rest."

Eleuil happily said: "Okay——"

Rodas could almost imagine the winding and wavy lines at the end: "...Take your tone down."

Eleuil: "Yeah, listen to you."

The horse's hooves stepped on the blood-soaked ground, kicking and stomping forward.

—The Battle of Sitings.

Later generations called this mountain pass interception with astonishing insight and execution.

As many scholars believe, it is not a decisive battle, and it will not be included in popular science books such as "Ten Decisive Battles that Changed World History", but there is no doubt that it was beautifully fought .

Some battles are famous in history, and some battles are famous because of people.

Was the Battle of Sittings more of the former or the latter?

People have different opinions and they will be remembered no matter what.

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In the south of Solancia, near the sea and above.

"—Weak human beings, useless things." Sanur wolf god cursed, this is not the first time he has cursed like this. "Waste my divine power!"

The so-called divine power of body protection can only deal fatal damage once, otherwise, wouldn't it be a card to avoid death for human beings?But as soon as he sensed that the divine power dissipated, the person died not long after, which really made the god angry and shouted waste.

The Goddess of Mind smiled: "At least the death of this human being won't affect too much, will it?"

"He is the king of Sanur! Will it affect it? Hey, the leaders of the human race are all dead, and I'm still wasting time here, Pearl, when will we break through the barrier?"

The Goddess of Mind shook her head and said, "Sanur has ten princes, and all of them are younger and stronger than the king."

"Now there are nine." Wolf God added sullenly.

The goddess of the soul smiled unchanged: "Okay, nine."

The wolf god turned his head away and asked again: "It's almost the same—when can we attack the barrier?"

"Wait."

The Goddess of Mind raised her hand and pointed to the place where the sea meets the land.

That is the important city on the southern coast of Solancia, Bananna.

The author has something to say:

When writing to the back, I had a strange idea in my mind.

If Luotus embraced blood, it must only be stained on the front, not the back.

If it is seen by other gods—specifically Aditya, the god of love—before washing/removing it—

Aditya (covering her mouth and feigning surprise): Did you fall face down on the human battlefield, Rhodes?