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But now, this powerful enemy. It is being crushed by an army that is completely new to this World. Its enemies, as if there is no wisdom, they only know how to move forward, engulf everything, and then the empire of the dead will be defeated.

The defeat was completely eliminated.

Everyone heard the sound of something being broken, that is, the countdown to the original order being subverted, the destruction of the civilized World disorder and chaotic power.

Adeni seemed to think of something, his face pale.

Insidolon and the Targus brief remark, the former also clenched their fists.

Feng Huo bit his lower lip and Mr. Liu is also dignified.

Brando looked a little contemplative.

But it was at this time that the sky suddenly flashed a few light spots, and a few interlaced gold lines did not know from which they extended, and they ran through the entire battlefield in an instant.

Leviathan above the clouds.

When Brando slammed the head, the dazzling fire exploded in the middle of the battlefield.

It was like a brighter flare than the sun. Several roaring Fireballs burned in the battlefield, and the glare of the light made the light of the entire battlefield dim, as if it had changed from daylight to night.

But the vision only appeared for a moment.

The mushroom cloud has risen with countless smoke, and the shock wave is pushing the dust clouds, and it rushes into the woods. Then there are tons of dust and debris swept across.

Brando responded quickly, reaching forward and pushing a web of Space Laws to keep all the dust and air out, but even so, the mask was bent at a terrifying amplitude and suffered a long impact. More than the impact of previous Crystalline on it.

“What’s wrong?” Someone shouted in the roar of the explosion.

But the noisy voice drowned his problems and drowned other people’s answers.

Brando’s heart flashed like this single thought head: Is there a third party on the battlefield?

Is Madara’s reserve force, or an undead ally?

He looked back towards Insidolon, but the latter was as stunned as Targus’s face, and they had never seen such offensives and means.

Is this Magic?

Brando always feels familiar. He wonders if Buga is involved in the battle. For Silver Lineage, this is very likely, because after all, their opponent is Dragon of Twilight.

The smoke quickly dissipated.

Someone immediately screamed: “Look over there!”

Brando looked in that direction, only to see the clouds on the horizon, and rose up a white mist up to the severe ten zhang, which was like a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses.

That is the missing person.

The direction they are in…

Brando’s heart was slightly tight, and he saw a row of long spears in the fog, wearing armor, and Knight, who was riding a horse made up of clouds, was coming out of the clouds:

They are in the queue.

Knights expressionless, brief remark of the nickname, a singer wearing a cloak and a crown of glory, Knight passing by in front of Knight, he holds a long sword, translucent sword tip as if reflecting the sun’s rays of Light.

“That was First King Eicht…” Blanc shouted in shock.

Brando also saw it.

That is the Lion Heart Holy Sword.

That scene seems to coincide with each other thousands of years ago.

On the plain, the flag shines, Knights wears long helmets, holding long spear, they line up with each other, facing the Kirrlutzian heavy cavalry.

The man shouted at them in front of them:

“Aouinian, my Knights, are you scared?”

There is only one answer.

……

“They are coming again, sire.”

A pale, slender hand slowly put down Longstaff, who was carrying silver rays of light. She looked at the battlefield and silently said nothing.

“That is the hero we are sleeping in the long river of history. The sages have long since passed away, but they still shelter us, Isaac Ching, do you still think that this war is only facing us alone?”

“But I don’t understand, sir, who are they?”

Holding the supreme one of Mercury Staff, you can say the name in an almost inaudible voice:

“Earth Legion.”

A pale pale is striding out of the clouds, the long spear is like a forest, and the tip of the gun is shining with dazzling rays of light. In the memory of their forever sleeping for thousands of years, the only answer is like Spectre. Within their minds.

What is the answer?

The horses began to accelerate, trotting up on the battlefield, Knights heads up and the guns are discharged in a row.

There was a wave of white on the battlefield, they rushed, wrapped in the momentum of the magnificent army with thousands of men and horses. These Knights, the face is blurred, the body illusory, each face, representing a far-reaching memory before life. , the past, the present and the future, intertwined in their eyes.

They have no name, no nationality, no longer belong to any nation or race, and everything they had in their lifetime, together with their past, seems to have passed away with the clouds.

And everything is left.

Only exist for this answer.