Fairy’s Box

On the night with the waning moon hanging high, the Highland Palace was rippling like the bottom of the water. The silent inner court, the burning torches, and the legion that surrounded the palace layer upon layer rendered the originally quiet palace a chilling atmosphere.

The flags fluttered in the cool night wind, and under the light of torches and moonlight, the heavily armed legion looked murderous, and the highland palace was sealed off like an iron wall.

The wooden high-rise carried rows and rows of soldiers on the palace wall, which was a protective net composed of tens of thousands of new troops. The airflow blew through a bayonet with many handles, making a harsh neigh, the blade reflected the faint moonlight, and even the ground was stained with a layer of bright silver frost.

Seeing this scene, even people with dull senses can see an unusual atmosphere.

And the group of people with relatively high political IQ, relying on the clues from the court year, have vaguely guessed the clue of the matter - the governor of Rosevia is crazy!

With the record of defeating the angel head-on, everyone believes that the person who controls the highland royal court is so powerful that he must be infinitely close to the sixth rank of deification. And among the orthodox knights, the deification is the famous kiss of death. There are only ten knights who can survive the erosion and enter the **** level. The rest either die or give up deification.

Just a few days ago, there was a large-scale melee inside the palace, violent flame explosions, brimstone and flame-like violent life fluctuations almost shook the entire Edinburgh.

Combined with this news and the original rank of the Governor of Rosevia, through the eyes of many eyes watching the court, there is reason to believe that the person who brought heavy disaster to the Celts is mostly half-mad.

Since that day, the legions originally stationed in the periphery of Edinburgh and the new city have moved into the city one after another, and the high-level officials who often contacted the Celtic nobles no longer showed up, while the movement inside the palace became bigger and bigger day by day.

This series of situations shows that the Roserva Military Administration must have fallen into serious internal friction! It is very likely that the Governor's Office worked together to fight against their former boss, barely blocking the other party in the palace.

The forces of the officers who control the Highland Kingdom have shrunk in an all-round way. According to normal circumstances, this is a good opportunity given to the Celts by the ancestors. Even if they have joined the Alliance of Order and do not have the courage to fight against the Empire, they can use this opportunity to force the Governor's Palace to give up a series of rights.

However, the fact is quite the opposite, because he was beaten by a partial division of the empire and completely lost his temper, and the magical disaster is imminent. Instead of taking this opportunity to claim rights, the top Celtic officials were worried about the governor's personal safety to the point of being devastated, and repeatedly stated that they welcomed the "friendly defense" of the Rosevians.

For fear that Yalei will have three long and two shortcomings, go completely crazy or commit suicide, which will lead to the military administration being forced to abandon the Highland Kingdom and return to the southern Celts.

After all, the mainstay of the world's fight against demonic disasters is the Rosevia Empire, and it has directly repelled the full-scale attack of the Chaos Evil God. It can be said that it is experienced and its level is higher than the Celts.

This governor is someone who has done real swords and real guns and evil gods, and let him lead the Highland Kingdom to resist the evil disaster. The Celts all over the country are relieved and supported.

If it is replaced by someone else, even if it is the Liberty Alliance or its own boss, the current Celtics will not be happy.

The reason is very simple, the Rosevians most destroy their country, how should ordinary people live or how to live, but if the Chaos Evil God kills, it will wipe out the species!

Under such a premise, the nobles began to promote "forget historical hatred", "everyone is equal in the face of disaster", "although I also hate the Rosevians, but they do have a lot to learn from" a series of It looks righteous and awe-inspiring, occupying the moral commanding heights of chicken soup for the soul.

The effect is still obvious. The residents of Edinburgh spontaneously came to the palace, placed candles across the trenches, and sincerely prayed for the big bad guy who had slaughtered their city - equality and fraternity are so stupid. Impressed.

...

Highland Kingdom, Council Chamber.

"Hahahahaha!"

After learning that the residents of Edinburgh were praying for him, Yale couldn't help laughing for a while. He leaned forward and backward with a smile. He wiped his tears and looked at Arcia, who was standing in front of him, and asked:

"Do they really think I'm going crazy, the officers are in internal trouble, and they're still praying for me outside?"

"Yes...the Celtics were really friendly."

The fact is that you really almost went crazy, it's just that the crisis has come back, and the other Celtics are really stupid - the blond boy secretly slandered.

"Very good... The situation is better than I expected. It seems that the Celtics are really afraid of the devil."

Although the black-haired knight smiled and wiped away his tears, his heart was very bright. The Celts prayed for their own blessings. Of course, some of them were brain-damaged, and the other part wanted to use their own hands to deal with the black goat goddess.

"What should we do next? Are we waiting here all the time?" Carla, who was sitting at the first position on the right side of the discussion table, held her chin and asked a little disinterestedly.

"certainly."

Yale tapped the table with his left hand and smiled lightly: "The enemy is in serious internal friction and lacks core command. If it were me, I would never give up such an opportunity."

"Although it's a tactic to show weakness, it shouldn't drag on for too long," Sitz reminded.

"I know, just wait another week."

The black-haired knight glanced at the former instructor, and nodded lightly: "If the enemy doesn't make a move within a week, then I can only wake up."

"If you say that, we have to keep making big noises this week." Lydia took a sip of a cup of steaming boiling water.

"In that case, it's almost time today."

Pompeo glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said to the crowd: "The frequency of battles should be higher, let them know that the Governor's Palace is still in violent internal friction."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen the ability of a deified knight." Bruno raised his head, looked at Yale with glowing eyes, and said with anticipation:

"Aleigh, take this opportunity today, will you show us some of the powers of the Lord of Terror!?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Everyone nodded, the deified knight is also a very vague legend for them. If you look at the power of the head of the devil at close range, you can have a general concept in the future.

"Since you all said so, today I have to let everyone know." Yalei was just beginning to become divine, and his heart and hands were very itchy. When the silver-haired boy mentioned it, he agreed with great interest.

...

Under the night that was dyed red by the torches, the black-haired knight and the officer came to the ruins of the side hall where he lived before, glanced at the still messy ground, and began to deceive.

"Do you want to make some noise first?" Kara suggested.

"No need, when I release the Eye of Fear, it's not too late for you to make a move."

Yale eagerly walked to a slightly flat open space, raised his head confidently, and raised his hands high against the distant night sky.

呲——呲——!

Centering on the position where he was standing, golden arcs began to burst out in the air, and a rotating spherical force field quickly formed, like a transparent glass cover, shrouding the black knight inside.

"Eye of Fear!"

Yale burned with magma-like liquid light, and the huge twisting force field slowly oscillated on him, following the hands of the black-haired knight, rushing towards the starless night sky.

Ka-!

As if something was torn apart, in the deep night sky, a pitch-black round hole twisted and opened quickly, faintly leaking blood-colored dark red light. It was as if the sky-breaking curtain had been poked into a wound, and blood spilled out of the wound.

The blood light was like a thick red slurry, filling the night sky with a diameter of three hundred yards. The moonlight shone faintly, as if it had been dyed red by blood, exuding a layer of scarlet brilliance.

laugh--!

The blood light twisted violently, forming a huge vertical pupil overlooking the earth. Countless dark red silk threads spread out from the edge around the pupil. These red threads slowly rotated in the night sky, like blood threads densely covered in pupils.

"Hahahahaha! It's really amazing!"

The black-haired knight looked straight up, raised his hands and stretched out towards the void, with a certain kind of frenzy in his eyes, and the golden thunder light suddenly exploded in the sky along with his low roar:

"Come out, undead natural disaster!"

The movement in the night slowed down the speed of the floating flight, and the twisted lightning that transpired from Yale's body turned into a rotating cylindrical tube of lightning, and rushed towards the Eye of Fear above.

The Eye of Fear belongs to the basic power of the Lord of Fear, the head of the Demon God. Like all Demon Gods, it also has the ability to summon the Demon Legion to serve itself.

In essence, this is a space-folding power. According to the user's strength, it can call out negative energy lifeforms that are willing to serve him, but only if you know their location.

The black-haired knight didn't know where **** was at all, and naturally he couldn't summon the army of demons willing to serve the Lord of Fear, so he cast the radiation range of the Eye of Fear to the whole of Edinburgh.

Although it is impossible to draw a demon army, it is not appropriate to create an undead army - Yale thought optimistically.

At this moment, the night sky has been covered with crimson blood light, the wind is blowing from outside the courtyard, the grass and trees in the courtyard are rustling, everyone is holding their breath, looking at the blood-red pupils above their heads, no one dares to make a sound— - As expected of the power of the head of the Demon God, the momentum is so huge.

The light of the Eye of Fear is full of light, showing a dazzling red light in the night that can't be seen directly. In the huge blood-colored halo, there are bursts of breathtaking overlapping roars, like huge drum beats, more and more. close.

Whoosh-!

The giant blood-colored eyes projected hundreds to dark red beams of light, like hundreds of spears of light that pierced through the sky, stabbing at the ruins of the palace.

Everyone couldn't help covering their eyes, and at this moment, Yale felt a huge suction force erupt from the Eye of Fear, draining the power in his body.

boom--!

The beam of light hit the ground and smashed the ruins that were originally in a mess. In the violent tremor, a cloud of dust rose up in the space, and the Eye of Fear in the night was also broken.

The black-haired knight turned his back to the ground without saying a word, and everyone rushed over to support him, not wanting to see what was summoned.

"Are you all right?"

"what happened?"

"Are you hurt?"

Several people swarmed up and asked in a row.

"Feeling...the body was hollowed out..."

At this moment, Yale's body was stiff, his breathing was weak, his face was blue and white, and he looked like he was dying soon or ****.

"Don't panic, I know!"

Lydia folded her hands together, and said calmly, "The boss is not injured... It must be that the Eye of Terror consumes too much, he was drained of strength, and he will rest for a while."

"Right! Eye of Terror!"

Everyone turned around immediately, wanting to see the natural disaster of the undead summoned by the head of the demon god, only to see hundreds of erratic figures walking towards them in the lingering smoke.

The two headed, one was wearing a black tight leather jacket, tall and slender, with no head above the neck, only a cloud of black smoke, and holding a writing board in his hand.

The other, dressed in a gorgeous maid outfit, with silver high heels feet floating an inch off the ground, long purple hair draped over her shoulders, her beautiful face full of curious expressions.

"This..." Bruno rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Could it be..." Lydia took a step back, a strange expression on her pretty face.

"Isn't this Pomegranate and Bagh!?" Cara looked at the familiar figure approaching, her eyes widened.

"what?"

The black-haired knight struggled to hold up his body and looked at the "Sacrifice of the Undead" summoned by the Eye of Fear. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be Bagg and Pomegranate.

"Isn't it a natural disaster of the undead... Why did you appear?" Goethe spread his hands, and his face was unclear.

Miss Headless Horseman quickly finished writing, and then raised the writing pad:

"The vitality is too strong, and the undead don't like it, but because I felt the call of the lord, I followed it here. The process was very uncomfortable, and it was a nasty experience."

"Hmmmm!" Pomegranate nodded vigorously in agreement.

"What about the other undead?"

Yale vaguely heard the sound of the broken heart in his body, raised his head reluctantly, looked at the figure floating in the dust, his expression suddenly collapsed - it was Glamorgan's ghost maid and jack-o-lantern.

It's because I'm the only one who came here... This undead natural disaster is useful... The consumption is very large!

"..."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, glanced at the **** night, and glanced at the ghosts floating around in the palace. The huge gap opposite to expectations made them speechless for a while.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Goethe felt that this was an excellent opportunity to please his superiors. After clearing his throat and attracting everyone's attention, he quickly said loudly:

"Actually, the Governor's Eye of Terror is not as useless as we thought... Sending letters or something... It can save a little time."

"..."

The black-haired knight squinted at him as if he were looking at a chicken to be slaughtered.