[There is confusion among the Saxons]

[The demonic aura spread from the battle line of Yantajer made their instincts fearful, but some people felt that they couldn't just withdraw their troops before the battle began, what a shame]

[I have suffered too many defeats under you]

[Gather 8,000 military horses for this purpose]

[They are trying to pull back a game from you, believing that as long as they defeat you, the last Lord of Light, they will be able to collect the land of Britain]

[Riots spread in the Saxon army]

[Commanders and generals with extraordinary will want to act, but they are always too late]

"What's the matter? They don't suit your appetite?"

Melly asked in a flat tone.

Looking at the restless Saxons, the pale red "four-five-three" eyes seemed to reflect the miserable end they were about to usher in.

In this regard, there was no fluctuation in the dream demon's heart.

Only people's reactions can interest her, and she will only look forward to seeing the drama happen.

"So-so, as a human being. "

Moran curled the corners of his mouth in a sarcastic manner.

His eyes looked up into the void, as if he had seen through the rioting Saxons, and looked directly at the mad dragon beyond.

"It's so boring to think about quitting or something... Now the last mystery of the world, let you appreciate the British hospitality. "

The golden aether coalesced into a sword shape in Moran's hands.

The golden sword was held in his hand.

Sacred at the same time, it is unsettling, as if everything in this war is sucked into it.

The brilliance of gold is the embodiment of all demonic natures, symbolizing the supreme authority of this king as the ancestor of demonic beasts.

It devours the atmosphere like a dragon's breath.

The golden blade unleashed a star-like brilliance that was so dazzling that it almost overshadowed the Combine.

It was a dreamy scene that even those who knew that the situation was urgent at the moment could not help but see God.

Some Saxons exclaimed.

There was no tension, as if I was watching some wonderful performance.

However, some people with sharp instincts are looking around in confusion.

Those warriors who have been rolling and crawling in life and death many times, they were terrified the moment they saw this brilliance.

They completely lose their composure due to instinct.

"The last mystery of Britain continues with me, O demon dragon who has fallen into madness, even if you are the embodiment of the island, you cannot stop my path. I will make you understand that there is still hope for Britain. "

The light was so strong that it seemed to overflow.

The center where the points of light converged emitted a sound of anticipation, and an aurora like a galaxy pouring out in an instant.

In just an instant, thousands of military horses were engulfed by the light, a terrifying storm that almost shattered the earth.

The blowing golden storm turned into a life-threatening scythe.

It's just as delicate and gentle as a stroke.

The two thousand men on the left flank of the Saxons, and even the one thousand in the center, together there were three thousand.

Their lives were plundered.

What happened?

No one can understand.

All the creatures that make up the Left Saxon Army - not only humans, but even horses are shattered in the storm.

The fastest to understand the situation was the Combine that confronted it.

The unbelievable situation that took place in front of him slowed the brain a few beats to a conclusion, and then the noise turned into an unusually huge wave that enveloped the entire Combine Army.

[That's right, they know you're going to make your first move]

[I also know that you are proficient in mystical methods]

[The kings and nobles came up with a suitable countermeasure in order to find out your details, so that they would not be eaten and wiped clean by you when fighting against the Saxons in the future]

[I ask you to show your strength on the battlefield]

[The kings and nobles gave their words]

[As the commander of the Yantajar front, although you can't command the soldiers of the kings and nobles under you, your every move can have an impact on the Saxons, which can also boost the morale of the combined army]

[Of course, the above is just an excuse]

[It's just an excuse for the kings to know more about you, so that they can deal with you, the king of terror, in the future]

[But—who would have expected that?]

[Who would have expected you to launch such a terrible attack?]

[Who would have thought that a single blow you could slaughter more than 3,500 people in an instant—the same number as the total number of Combine forces fighting here]

[The knights of the Combine are suspicious of their eyes]

[While praying for something you believe in]

[Pray that those Saxons do not die, and pray that there is no such terrible mystery in this world]

[Of course, as long as you witness the facts happening in front of you-]

[Until now, no one has tried to get up - you will know that it is just wishful thinking]

[Even so, the sensibility is still unacceptable and unwilling to admit the fact 0 ... Knowing that this is a cruel battlefield, human life is extremely cheap, but this is too much to trample on human life]

[Although the Britons and the Saxons have a blood feud, at least from the perspective of race, they are still human] (read violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

[The loss of human life will always move human beings]

"Ahh Ahh

Even fought with the Saxons for many years.

The kings and nobles who had witnessed countless cruel battles were also terrified with excessive fear.

Looking at the left flank of the enemy army that has turned into an unmanned position.

A golden sword that pierced the earth and stood above countless pieces of flesh and blood, radiating divine brilliance.

There are no living people there.

The fact that no one was standing was too much, too much, too terrible.

No, it's not that simple.

Moran is a monster that can repeatedly defeat the Sark 5.7 Inferior people on his own, and even Warcraft and Fantasy can be easily destroyed.

Legend has it that he was an ancient dragon from Britain.

The most ancient and noble mystery.

The fact of this phenomenon is far more powerful than the rumor that has spread throughout Britain.

The rumors are not as exaggerated as this reality.

"We... So far.... What the hell are you trying to do... Never.... Make enemies of this monster....."

A certain king said with a pale and trembling face.

He was a member of the Combine Army.

is also one of the people who wants to calculate and guard against Moran, but seeing this overwhelming terrifying force.

The idea also vanished.

In the face of this absolutely overwhelming force, any conspiracy is nothing more than a trick of the jumping clown.