Hail the King

Chapter 496 , Scary little boy

In an instant, the little boy on the sand dune who was beating the back of a middle-aged man turned his head and took a look. There seemed to be only pupils and no whites in those pupils, which were watery and black, like the most beautiful black gemstones in the world. , being stared at by this gaze, Shevchenko and Ribery, who were the first to bear the brunt, felt their bodies stiffen involuntarily for a moment, unable to move at all, and cold sweat couldn't help but burst out, as if they were being laughed at The god of death stared at him, his neck was chilly, his skin hurt like a steel needle, and even breathing became difficult.

What a scary little boy.

With just one look, the more than two hundred elite soldiers who had returned from the bloody battle were unbelievably suppressed.

Death seems to be approaching step by step.

The cold wind howled.

"Arthur, you're being naughty again. Don't scare these uncles. The uncle who spoke just now was for your own good." In the maddening atmosphere, the middle-aged magician who had been reclining and drinking happily all the time Finally he spoke.

His tone of voice gave off a sense of giggling, but his words worked surprisingly well.

Sure enough, the little boy withdrew his gaze, with an extremely cute smile on his face, and continued to beat the back and shoulders of the middle-aged magician with his bare hands and fists. Seeing that he was extremely skilled, it was obvious that he had already Did the same thing countless times.

"call……"

Ribery and Shevchenko gasped for breath, feeling like they survived a catastrophe.

They had already guessed that these two were masters, but they did not expect that a little boy could be so terrifying. Behind him were more than 200 fighters who had never had the slightest fear in the face of the fierce Ajax enemy several times their own. Fear was also written in his eyes at this time. This little boy named Arthur was like a dread demon king, who could easily grab anyone's heart. Seeing his cute smile at this moment, but in the eyes of the soldiers But it didn't have the warm feeling before, like looking at the devil's smile.

"Forget it, Arthur, you scared everyone, let's wait for the magic moon to rise to the sky in another place, and enjoy the beautiful scenery."

Disturbed by an unexpected scene, the middle-aged man with the appearance of a magician seemed to be a little lost in spirits. He put away the large wine bag, shook his head and waved his hand lightly. Everyone felt a faint black flame flashing in front of them. The strange and inexplicable combination of two people disappeared on the sand dunes without a trace, leaving no traces, and it is unknown where they went.

The group under the sand dunes opened their mouths,

It just felt like a dream.

"Quickly, keep moving forward. The sun has set. His Excellency Alexander is waiting to pick us up. Stay alert and prepare to enter the city." Shevchenko shook his head, suppressed the fear in his heart, stabilized his mind, and ordered the soldiers to continue on their way.

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at the same time.

About five or six miles away, on the ruins of a temple that had fallen for an unknown number of years in the vast Gobi, a group of people wearing the sacred robes of the Holy See appeared, about thirty people.

The head of the head is full of white hair and wrinkles, and there are a pair of cloudy eyes in the deep-set eye sockets. His face is covered with ugly age spots. He is wearing a black high-level battle robe with red borders, and his pale and sparse long hair is combed. The hair is neat and shiny, wearing a five-pointed crown on his head, and holding a golden cross-shaped cane that is as thick as an egg and is two meters high.

The old man walked tremblingly, as if he would fall in two or three steps, but it was obviously the center of the group. Sixteen knights wearing silver Holy See knight armor coats and white red cross smocks carefully moved this old man The old man is in the middle.

Each of these knights has a powerful aura surging from their body, which is the oppressive feeling that can only appear after the holy energy fighting spirit has reached an extremely high level.

In addition to the powerful knights in silver armor and white shirts, there are more than a dozen priests wearing divine robes, each of them is imposing, with the aura of holy power and magic shining all over their bodies, blocking the yellow sand blown by the wind. Ten meters away, they all obviously have great strength.

The strength of this group of people is already very terrifying. In terms of combat effectiveness, they can sweep thousands of troops just by talking and laughing.

"The demon's aura suddenly disappeared..." A young priest suddenly frowned, turned to look at his partner behind him, and said, "I can't sense the aura of Necromancer Hasselbaink anymore. He seems to have disappeared into this world all of a sudden."

"This cunning guy led us around in this desolate desert. When I catch him, I will tie him to the stake and burn him to ashes." A middle-aged priest cursed.

"We must catch him this time. I don't believe that our entire judgment team can't kill this evil monster."

"Be sure to make him suffer a lot and torture him severely."

Being led by the enemy for four or five days in this desolate desert, the gods who enjoy luxury and aloofness on weekdays have never suffered so much. Although they are all powerful, the desert wind and sand and the extreme day and night The severe cold also made this group of distinguished guests miserable, and each of them had a lot of resentment in their hearts, and they were very angry when they spoke, wishing to arrest Hasselbaink, the undead magister, peel him and eat his flesh.

"Hey, hey...cough cough..." Hearing the complaints of the knights, the old man holding a golden cross coughed a few times, as if he was going to die when a gust of wind blew, but it was just these coughs , but made the priests who were complaining all around shut up, looked at the old man respectfully, and waited for his words.

The old man took out a white handkerchief embroidered with red borders from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly and thoughtfully, before he said weakly: "God said... under the light of God, all evil has no place to live, we are Servant of God, walking on the mainland is to spread the glory of God, we must make those evil people repent and accept sanctions, we should not promote violence and hatred..."

"Yes, yes, yes, Deacon, you are right, we misunderstood God's instructions." The priests all bowed their heads to express their repentance for their words and actions just now.

Only then did the old man nod, and stretched out his left hand tremblingly, grasping it in the void, silver flames flickered, and a crystal ball as white as snow appeared in his hand, and a fragile feeling suddenly emerged from his body. With the trembling and powerful aura, the whole person instantly became majestic and unattainable. The silver-white halo flickered, and I saw ripples rippling layer by layer on the crystal ball, and then a clear picture appeared on it. The eyebrows and faces of the two figures were clearly distinguishable, and they were the mysterious middle-aged magician and the little boy named Arthur that Ribery, Shevchenko and his party met not long ago.

"They are still in the desert. Well, looking at the terrain and the wind, they are less than six kilometers away from the Zenit Double Flag City. The evil magister and his dragon are there. They cannot escape God's punishment. Before nightfall today, we entered Double Flag City to have a good rest. In less than three days, the gate of gods and demons will be opened, and countless masters will gather here. The Holy See will send another master here. Believe that this evil Necromancer Hasselbaink is also here for this purpose, he will not escape, we will also enter the city of gods and demons, waiting for the opportunity to kill this beast."

The thin white-haired old man carefully observed the picture in the crystal ball, and quickly came to a conclusion and made a decision.

"Yes, Deacon."

The group of people looked forward only to the white-haired old man. Hearing the words, they got on their horses one after another. The silver-armored knight also helped the old man into a wind-system suspension carriage. He galloped in the direction of Qicheng.

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The main hall of the enemy building at the west gate of Shuangqi City.

The main hall was brightly lit and full of voices, very lively.

In less than half an hour, two generals, Captain Shepchenko of the [Spike Corps] and Ribery, the garrison chief of Shuangqi City, went deep into the enemy's territory alone. Alexander personally went out of the city to greet them, and held a grand banquet in the main hall of the enemy building to reward the returning warriors.

Pressing his hand to signal the crowd to stop the noise, Fei smiled and picked up the wine bottle in his hand, stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, the two generals Andre and Frank went deep into the territory of the Ajax Empire and burned all the Ajax people in one fell swoop. The army rations of a hundred horses have greatly dampened the morale of the Ajax people. This is an exciting feat. This king will report to the Imperial Army and the royal family to claim credit for the warriors. I guarantee that 300 warriors will kill the enemy with blood. His heroic deeds will forever be recorded in the Zenit Empire’s annals of merit.”

There was clapping applause in the main hall, and people's faces were flushed with excitement, and they all cheered loudly.

Fei paused, then continued: "This first glass of wine is for the sixty-four warriors who died in this surprise attack on the enemy's grain road. Glory has defended hundreds of thousands of people in the city of Double Flags. These passionate men are role models for all imperialists. It is a pity that their heroic souls are not far away, but their corpses cannot return to their hometown. Let us use this glass of wine to fight against the war Salute to the fallen warriors."

All the sergeants who participated in the surprise attack were invited to the main hall, and when they heard the commander's praise of the dead robed Ze, each of them raised their wine glasses with excitement and tears in their eyes.

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First update.