Cthulhu Gonfalon

Lei did not notice what happened. He is now completely caught in the enthusiasm of the battle. At first glance, as long as it is scaled, whether it is green, blue or red, it is a sword.

His sword is not wonderful, and it is not particularly fast. Even the force on the sword is not so great, but the pressure from him makes everyone who is facing him stunned. . They don't want to try to kill, but the action is always slow and half-time. When they are reacting, they are already deadly by Lei Yijian. They are wielding weapons in vain, and they can't catch up with the figure he left.

For a time, the battlefield seemed to be in a state of stagnation.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a loud noise. A magical gun that was constantly shooting finally exploded because of overheating.

It seems that it is a commanding order. With this loud noise, the pouring rain is pouring down from the dark clouds that are so low that it is pressed down to the ground. Suddenly, there was a faintness between the heavens and the earth. The heavy rain accompanied the gust of wind, and the waves of waves rolled up, hitting the port and impacting the army of the sea.

In the face of the power of the world, the seas finally retired temporarily, returned to the sea to rectify the troops, giving the defenders a breathing space.

“How many more people are alive?” Ray has returned to calmness, looking around and shouting, “Live alive!”

"squeak."

Ray was amused, and it was an adventurer. Seeing him wearing a leather armor, holding a thin thorn sword in his hand, there are some small decorations on the clothes, apparently a bard.

No wonder he is so humorous, and only those characters who have carved their humor into the soul will have spiritual laughter at this time.

There are still many people who have heard the same voice. Although most of them are exhausted, many people are still seriously injured, but there are still some people left.

The best thing about luck is a barbarian. He used to fall off and slammed into the body of two fishermen. He really fooled the fish people. Although it was suffocated by **** smell, it was wonderfully unharmed—oh, the injuries suffered in the previous battles were another matter.

Ray smiled, greeted them one by one, encouraged them, comforted them. For those who were really unsuccessful, he could also stare at the pastor and pray for each other, so that the other party could smile and die.

On his body, Guanghua, which has been worn away by years and sufferings, is re-emerging. At this moment, he does not look like a knight at all. It is like a king. He is patrolling the military camp after the war.

This is the education he received in the past, almost inscribed in the blood of the instinct, although these years have not been used, he was deliberately forgotten, but now it has emerged again, as if breathing naturally.

But when he came to the face of the dying Lank, he finally lost the noble spirit of the king's patrol. Sadness filled his heart and even spilled out of his eyes.

"Lanke... Why are you coming back!" He saw at a glance that the student's injury was irreparable, unless the void mask was able to come, or that Stewart could appear immediately, otherwise it could not be imagined.

But that is impossible. The false mask has already sent news that he is fighting the ocean goddess. The goddess of the sea is the backing of the seas, and the battles underneath are far more important than theirs. And in the face of the female tyrant who is particularly powerful among the gods, even if he is squatting, there is no way to spare any more power - this can be especially urgent and short-lived when he contacts himself. Presumed.

It is even more impossible for Steyr to come back. She is helping Liv to protect the refugees from escaping. What are these people fighting for? Isn't it just to cover the slow-moving refugees and let them escape? Let Stilt come back, it is simply putting the cart before the horse!

But at this moment, he really was a little shaken, wanting to pray to his majesty desperately, or to ask for help.

This is the student he has painstakingly trained! It is the descendant that he originally wanted to let him inherit his clothes!

Indeed, Frank's talent is not good, and can not be compared with the genius of the thunder. But the child's attitude is very correct, the practice is very hard, and the progress is also very fast, one step at a time. No matter how harsh the teacher is, he will not be dissatisfied with him.

Looking at his hard training, watching him exhausted, his eyes filled with the look of confidence and hope, Ray remembered himself many years ago, remembering the calm and beauty that had long since passed away.

Although he did not realize it, in fact, in his heart, he has already regarded Lanke not only as a student, but also as his own child!

But now, Frank is dying.

Frank is dying...

Frank is dying!

The Thunder was lying next to Ranke in the pool of blood, holding his fist tightly, clenching his teeth and forcing himself to speak with a hard and cold voice. Because he did not do this, he was afraid that he would not help crying.

He is a strong man. After experiencing the venomous and serious injuries in his body, lying in the pile of corpses, watching his parents and his brother grow up slowly, he thought his tears had already drained. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Stupid boy! Why are you coming back!"

His tears drip on Frank's face, awakening Frank, who had already fallen into the dying. The boy’s pale face showed a smile and looked at the teacher with tears on his face.

"Teacher...I...like a...Knight...?" he asked intermittently.

Ray nodded his head: "Like! You are the best knight!"

"I...have to live...not like...knight." Frank had no strength to breathe, and his voice was so low that even Ray could concentrate on hearing. "At least... dead... like a ……knight……"

"Yeah!" Lei tightened his mouth and nodded heavily. Because of grief, he has no way to speak any more. He can only use one syllable to express his affirmation to his disciples.

Lank gasped again a few times, and his voice was getting lower and lower: "Teacher...thank you..."

His last words ended here, and even the words of thanks to the teacher were not finished.

Lei quietly squatted beside him, and he couldn’t make a sound.

Just now, the prestige of the sea, which made the sea people daunting, was crying like a child.

In the world that the mortal can't see, there is a brawn man dressed in a ragged, huge axe standing next to him. The brawny's hair is like an angry root, and his face is full. Heroic, fierce, angry and heroic. And Frank, who had just died, is now kneeling down to the brawny and admiring worship.

"The great anger knight (an alias of the **** of justice), may your glory shine on the world!"

The hero of the heroic is the embodiment of the **** of justice. He feels that there is evil in this place, and it is not far from here. He rushes in, but just caught up with Frank’s death.

"Kid, you are doing very well." He smiled and helped Lank with a huge palm. "I wanted to recruit you as my follower, but I want to come to the lonely guardian (the Knight of the Knights alias). Side, right?"

Lank laughed: "If he is willing to accept me, I am of course happy to go to his kingdom."

"He will come to pick you up, you are a good knight!"

During the speech, the light that only the gods and souls can see falls, turning into a beautiful woman wearing a delicate silver-white skirt, wearing a feathered helmet, and combining charming and heroic.

This is the **** of the **** of the knights. It is the Holy Spirit who began to fight for the protection of mankind from the age of obscurity, and the soft thoughts of the hearts of those who are unsatisfied are called "the Valkyrie."

The Valkyrie first bowed to the **** of justice and then reached out to Lanke.

"In order to protect the innocent warrior, you are innocent of the name of the knight, please come with me, your heroes and seniors are waiting for you."

Frank was overjoyed and bowed to the **** of justice. He had to leave in a hurry. But what he thought of immediately, his eyes turned to the teacher who was ignorantly screaming in the storm.

"My teacher..." He hesitated to look at the Valkyrie who was responsible for picking up the spirit, and he had a question in his eyes.

The **** of the **** of the knights looked at the thunder, and he was able to judge the color of regret in the eyes of the man who had earned his life.

"He once committed a serious sin, and even if he redeemed his sins, he could not enter the house of my Lord." She said, "This is the rule set by the Glorious Lord, and my Lord must obey."

"Hey! You are stinky!" The **** of justice shook his head disdainfully. "The boy is relieved, your family will not accept him, I will accept it! He once broke into the darkness and finally came out of the darkness for justice. Fighting to the last hero, but it is very close to my appetite!"

Lanke smiled with relief. As the Valkyrie stepped into the beam of light, it disappeared without a trace.

The **** of justice laughed a few times, took the huge battle axe off his shoulders, rubbed the axe blade with his palm, and pulled out countless golden red Mars.

He looks into the sky, his eyes through a heavy cloud, and a huge figure.

"Taklaur (the **** of the storm), you really can't learn the lesson! And it is helping the winds of the Folpocus (the goddess of the sea). Do you need me to trim the claws for you?"

The cloud layer was uploaded with a thunder, and a pair of eyes flashing with infinite electric light and his eyes.

"Jorga Deman (the **** of justice), you are too busy!"

The two powerful gods are squatting without hesitation, and the struggle is on the verge.

At this time, the battle between the other two groups of gods became more and more fierce.

The battle between the **** of the swamp and the goddess of harvest has been quite obvious. After the fateful goddess of He Li’s soul finally collapsed completely, he could not support the war and was defeated. Even though he was angry again, how to roar again would not help.

The **** of the swamp has even been able to free up his hands, release the poisonous light arrows, and shoot the mortal people who are ignorant of the battle between the gods and the gods. Only when he waved his hand, a cloud of dark green poison condensed into a number. Ten light arrows, roaring away.

After only a few waves of attacks, there were only two gods left in the square.

"Let's accept it!" The **** of the swamp, who has never seen the appearance of Sheehan, smirked. "Let me swallow your divine power and occupy your most important place of faith. Your incompetent guy has been stealing high for too long. It’s rolling down!”

"...Do you really be a great character?" The majestic roaring, like a mountain, the huge body of the waves, enough to make the horses gallop on the giant tentacles of the galloping, and more massive than him. The super giant water element is hard to beat.

Although he has a slight disadvantage in strength, his fierce fighting spirit and strong body have effectively compensated for the lack of strength. More importantly, the jellyfish's body is nothing more than a pair of armor for him. He doesn't care about destroying it. Even if he is really killed here, he is not very afraid.

The person is inherently dead, and his male brother has crossed through, and died, what is so scary!

With the determination not to be afraid of death, he fought hard and went crazy, which is daunting.

In contrast, the incarnation of the ocean goddess is powerful, but it is far worse than fighting. So not only did not have the advantage, but it was somewhat passive.

This made him angry, known as the "woman tyrant of the sea," and the more fierce the battle, but there was no way to overwhelm the arrogant "just fear of death."

The battle is nothing but a word.

Meet in the narrow road, the brave wins!