Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

On the plain under the setting sun, the black-haired boy and the man in the distance looked at each other with murderous intent.

Seeing Roja, the heir of the Akart family, appear here, Brian didn't have any joy in his heart, but his face was serious and dignified. A few years ago, Roja changed the prophecy of fate, which made him doubly vigilant. , and from a historical point of view, the Akart family has always been his old enemy.

The appearance of an old enemy represents the end of fate. This is the conclusion of Brian who has lived for a long time. On the other side, the black-haired boy obviously thinks the same way.

"Long time no see, Earl Brian, you are still here. Look at it, you don't plan to continue to hide your identity."

"..."

After looking at each other for a long time, the black-haired boy's golden pupils swept across the cultist who was following Brian on the opposite side, and said this with a flat face, while the middle-aged man who heard the words was silent, no matter his expression or his eyes. Nothing fluctuates.

Brian came without any cover this time, whether it was his face or breath, and the reason was very simple, because this action was a desperate gamble.

If Brian wins, then neither Roja, the only son of the Akate family, nor the little princess Noelle, who is the target, will die. No one can prove that he did everything, and if he is defeated and killed himself , then of course there is no need to cover up.

Roja's question does not need to be answered, but it has to be said that the boy's calmness is somewhat beyond Brian's expectations, and even more strangely, looking at Brian who came to kill him, there is no hatred and disgust in Roja's eyes. , but with some inexplicable emotion and sadness.

"Time is really a bad thing. The great scholars who were once known all over the world have fallen into degeneration in the passage of time. The proud and loyal knights have also lost their nature in the years. History has turned into secrets and stories have been dusty and distorted, but hatred But it has spread easily across time."

"Things that should have been adhered to are weathered too fast, things that should have been abandoned are enduring, ambitions and desires are always expanding, and everything from two hundred years ago has not ended until today. For you, this may be a long time. Time... Feld Eric."

"!"

At the moment when he heard the boy say his former name, the pupils of the middle-aged man surrounded by the crowd in front of Roja suddenly shrank. Brian's eyes were like reality at the moment, staring at the boy like an arrow, and he was expressionless all the time. The face also fluctuated for the first time.

Feld Eric, even for Brian himself, this is an ancient name. How many years ago was the last time he said it from his mouth? The answer to this question is something even Brian himself can't remember.

Two hundred years have passed, not to mention his contemporaries, even his next generation has mostly left this world, and in this long time, Brian's face has changed several times, Roja ·Akat, as a young man under twenty years old, it is impossible to know his identity at all.

"How did you know the name?"

Looking at the black-haired boy, Brian asked with a gloomy face, and an ominous premonition emerged in his heart, and when he heard his question, Roja was silent, and after a while, he said:

"I'm afraid this question is not important now, but I can answer you, because of blood, I once met Feld Eric, at that time he was like the flag of Eric's family, like a tiger A normal knight, right or wrong, has ideals and loyalty in his heart."

"It's a pity, time flies, things are right and wrong, the tiger has disappeared, and the knight has become a cold and poisonous snake."

"..."

Facing Brian's question, the black-haired boy replied with a heavy voice, and the middle-aged man's expression finally changed drastically.

It has been several years since Roja has awakened his bloodline, which means that Brian's true identity may have already been exposed, so in the face of him, how could the royal family and the Akart family be unprepared?

The surprise in his heart shook the middle-aged man's heart for a moment. He realized that his plan might not go well after that, but then the killing intent in his eyes became stronger.

Perhaps because of Roja's reasons, the Hizkrit and Akart families have already prepared, but this time the disaster of the Tucker Fortress was by no means within their expectations, and as long as they can kill the heirs of the two families, Then the situation will change drastically no matter what, and this is also the key to breaking the game.

It's okay, I haven't lost yet.

Thinking of this, Brian's eyes flashed, looking at Roja's murderous intentions alone, and beside him, the heinous sinners also showed mocking expressions, making no secret of their contempt and murderous intentions.

"You can know my identity in advance, which is indeed beyond my expectations, but unfortunately, fate is not on your side. The appearance of the strange creature has changed everything, and your plans will inevitably be disrupted."

"You may indeed be the best among your peers, but unfortunately, war is not a competition, and the number also determines the outcome."

"... Quantity?"

Hearing Brian's words, Roja was silent for a moment and muttered to himself, while the cultists laughed at the boy's innocence.

Although the battle of the extraordinary is not determined by the number of people, it will also increase the difficulty if there are more than one enemy. What's more, Roja's source level is not high, but what makes Brian a little puzzled is that after hearing his words , the young man was still calm, he just looked at the sky, his voice was gentle and calm.

"The number of

Will change the outcome of the war, but... who told you I'm alone? "

A faint smile appeared on the boy's face, causing Brian to frown involuntarily, but before he could issue an order, the upheaval that left everyone stunned had already happened.

The crimson light began to spread out from the boy's body, dyeing everything nearby, and complementing the sunset in the distance. Under the red light, the footsteps of a team echoed on the plain, as if coming from the other side.

A solid and broad shield, dyed with a layer of blood-colored light, it is refined and thick, a sharp blade that ordinary superhumans cannot use, the sound of the collision of armor and footsteps echoing together, and the symbol of the purpose of Arkat candle flame on the flying flag seems to be penetrating. People's hearts, of course, for the cultists other than Brian, another flag is more able to arouse their attention and fear.

It is the iron coat of arms of the Holy See, which is unique to the Inquisition. In the setting sun and the red glow, it is as breathtaking as the blood of a sinner. The red-haired man under the flag is silent, watching the crowd. The cultists looked like they were looking at a group of dead people.

The Inquisitors who followed did not move, and the entire team moved forward silently and solemnly, but their appearance brought great shock and fear to the cultists in the distance.

As the team gradually walked out of the red glow, the complexions of the cultists kept changing, and everything was telling them that things were not as simple as they thought, and Roja was by no means an arrogant reckless man.

The reinforcements of the pagan legion and the Inquisition, this is the reason why Roja dares to stand directly in front of Brian and others. He is indeed a person, but he is a hunter who waits for the rabbit, and looks at the guards who walked out of the passage and came to the front. The black-haired boy couldn't help but sigh.

From the initial judgment that Eric's family would take action, Roja knew that he was definitely not facing an enemy. When he heard Artasia's reminder, the biggest reason why the boy was so calm was that He knew that he also had trump cards.

Strength sect and perseverance sect, these are two teams that can find Roja according to the guidance of the gods, and the Inquisition is the elite of the Holy See, the natural enemy of the cultists, after the Tucker Fortress incident, Roja specially reserved for his team. In fact, they were already in place nearby yesterday evening.

In order to let Brian relax his vigilance, Roja did not act rashly for the first time, but only now did he break the barriers of this space with the power of Gurandal and his connection with the strength sect to join everyone, and it turned out that doing so also It did work.

The shock of the gods falling from the sky caused great mental pressure on the rabble at the tasting meeting, but it also aroused the ferocity of the cultists. Since then, a second pair of old enemies, insidious and cunning cultists, has emerged on the battlefield. Their eyes were red before the desperate situation, the judge who hated evil had also clenched their weapons, and everyone raised the magic power to the peak.

Thousands of meters apart, the two teams looked at each other from a distance, and the confrontation was gradually approaching the point of eruption as the magic power increased. However, looking at the people around Roja, Brian gradually frowned and had an inexplicable feeling. , As if I had seen this team somewhere.

The thinking in his mind continued, until the magic power of Wood and others came with the momentum, the blond man's eyes widened, he remembered everything in his memory, and the chaotic holy capital two hundred years ago.

In the distant past, a young man named Feld once felt this familiar power. It was the most elite and loyal warriors who followed him beside the boy who endured his mother's blood debt. However, after many years, When they met again, they were already on the opposite side of him.

The man who sensed where the enemy was coming from had a dignified face, but at this time, the arrow had to be fired. The old comrades had long since disappeared, the times have changed, and the position is no longer the same. The long sword held by Feld has long been broken. The only thing left is to fight against each other.

"See clearly, there is no need to panic, their number and strength are not as good as ours. This is a plain with no one, so don't keep your hands. Victory will definitely belong to us."

With his back facing the direction of the setting sun, the blond man held a long sword, and the words he said completely relieved the worries of the cultists, while on the other side, the black-haired boy remained silent, because he knew that justice does not need much. Speaking of words, everything must be practiced. When judging sinners, the butcher's knife can also speak.

"Array, go."

The dull voice echoed in the dark night, and the two teams marched towards the enemy respectively, and started a fateful fight.

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Today is an ordinary day for the vast majority of human beings in this world, without any special meaning and without any special events.

In the far east, the news of the inexplicable disappearance of the fortress guarding the human border has not yet come, and the aliens have not yet carried out a large-scale invasion. In the winter of the New Year, people live as usual and look forward to it. However, no one knows that there are human activities there. In the wild lands beyond their reach, a battle is deciding their fate.

Tuck Plains, two teams that are intricately related to each other but completely incompatible with each other rushed towards each other, with the mentality of completely erasing each other from the world, inspired the magic power and swung their weapons, and their victory or defeat was to some extent. Will determine the direction of mankind, but unfortunately, the reality is not beautiful.

In fact, since the start of the battle, Roja knew that his side was at a disadvantage.

Whether it is marching and fighting or affairs in daily life, most of them are related to the right time and place and these three conditions. This is not a superstition, nor is it a

Such unfounded delusions, but actual facts.

The right time and place are suitable for people, and it is actually the factors and conditions provided by the environment and people, but these Roja teams are not dominant.

Cultists have always been known for their strange and vicious methods. In most battles with cultists, the Inquisition has the advantage of military strength, but this time, Roja and the others are not as many as the other party. More importantly, time and geographical factors.

As the sun sets, time is about to reach night. As a mouse in the gutter, night is the main activity time of the cultists, and the desolate plains and the environment without other friendly forces make the cultists known for their madness to let go.

The right time and place and three o’clock seem to be unfavorable for Roja and others, but even such a black-haired boy still has absolute confidence in his companions, because he knows that even if he is also human, the gap between soul and will still exists.

On one side are the justice-minded judges and the heretics who protect Roja under the guidance of the gods, and the other side is the villains who gather for profit. In terms of cooperation, it is even more different, and this will also become the biggest factor in determining the outcome.

On the plain, before the two teams collided, the light of incantation was already flickering, and the long-range attack began as the distance between the two sides shortened, accompanied by roars and loud noises.

"Buzz!"

The long-stored mantra roared and released, causing resonance and vibration. Before the battle, the sixteen elder judges at the rear of the team raised their long sticks together. Under the golden light of the sky, the red clouds rolled in the sky began to boil, and the golden light burst. Clouds came out, and the turbulent holy light was like a judgment from the gods, hitting the sinners head on.

Under the shroud of falling light, the cultists on the ground changed their colors one after another. They hardly cooperated with each other. They were even on guard against each other. It was difficult for them to deal with such a large-scale spell. Be prepared.

The middle-aged man gestured to the back, and one of the cultists in the distance immediately took out a blood-stained heart from his pocket. The beating and erect heart seemed to have just been removed from the human body, and it still had the characteristics of life. Under the stimulation of infinite expansion began.

The blood-colored granulation rose into the sky, wrapping the caster inside, and the red rotten flesh that was entangled in the heart and brain blood vessels covered everyone like a roof, and also blocked the divine light that fell from the sky.

"boom--!"

"Pfft!"

Under the gazes of everyone, the ferocious monster that suddenly rose into the wind and swelled with the sound of heartbeats collided with the holy light. The judgment descended by the gods seemed to burn everything with light and heat. Splashed into the sky and fell in all directions, the blood flowing like a river, but even if it was reluctant, it seemed that it would shatter at any time, and the constantly multiplying monster still withstood the attack.

In the rain of flesh and blood, the mad villain howled excitedly, dashing forward with weapons in hand and bathed in blood, but what they didn't expect was that this powerful attack was just warming up, and the real killer move was still behind.

When the Inquisitors cast their spells, the pagan legions were also brewing, and they seized the opportunity to release their own long-range offensive.

The tall woman who had been blessed by the gods stood at the front of the team. In the oscillating magic power, Cynthia's shield inserted into the ground began to attach a layer of divine light. And the steam emerges, showing a dense color in the setting sun, and the next moment suddenly radiates.

If extremely compressed water can be used as a blade, then the lava under high pressure is the light of death that burns everything, and the rays of light from the sect of perseverance are accompanied by the human body that evaporates out of thin air and the screams of horror.

The man who melted with only half of his body wailed, and the old man who was cut into two pieces by the waist turned into two flaming fireballs before he understood everything. The attack of the pagan legion, with the cooperation of the holy light in the sky, became a scythe that harvested life. , and under the threat from the power of the Earth Mother God, the cult team finally had to spread out.

The first stage of the attack went smoothly. Through cooperation, the Holy See and the pagan legions gained the upper hand. However, after the initial wide-area attack, the cultists who entered the melee combat began to exert their own specialties.

The splattered blood turned into a poison that corrupted everything, and the cut flesh grew into a terrifying and crazy monster. The unscrupulous villains and the warriors who stood up to justice started a bloody battle, but surrounded by the crowd, the black-haired boy But he didn't make a move, because he could feel that an invisible air force was locking him, and its owner had already arrived.

The flames of war reflected on his cheeks, and screams were heard in his ears. The blond man and the black-haired boy looked at each other in the rain of blood, and the magic power of each other began to burn silently and silently.