Tomb Survival: Evolve from Skeleton

The three iron carriages had been shaken away, and there were three holy caskets in the carriages, which contained three holy remains that were supposed to be buried in the church to be worshiped by the world.White light spread out from the holy skeleton and gathered in mid-air.

In mid-air, a pair of huge white wings slowly spread out from behind the young white-robed monk, and the armor appeared on his body from illusion to solidity at the same time.

The whole space was silent and silent, and everyone of the rebels against the rebels was on the ground. The only cavalry led by the royal guard's captain Langsmann without kneeling.

They also felt a heavy pressure, but none of the knights retreated.

Because Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, did not back down.

He stared at the war angel suspended in mid-air, reached out to take the king's flag from the knights around him, and held it up high.

The lion king flag hunting.

This is the banner of mortals.

The angel opened his eyes. God's expression was the same as all the murals in the Holy Light Temple Church, neither happy nor sad, but God's pupils retained the shadow of a white-robed monk, as clear as a mirror, and the mirror reflected The mortal knight of Wang Qi.

"Descendants of the Dragon Slayer."

God said, the voice was very soft, but it reached everyone's ears.

"It's been more than 1000 years, do you still want to continue with the original choice?"

"More than 1000 years."

Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, looked up at the scarlet king's flag fluttering in the air.

More than 1000 years!
Human beings have struggled to stand on this land for more than 1000 years!
They were smashed again and again, under pressure from all sides again and again, and poured their blood on this land from generation to generation... It turns out that they have persisted in this way for more than 1000 years!
"What was our choice more than 1000 years ago will be what we chose more than 1000 years later."

Lansman said slowly.

"You will die."

The angel looked at the person in front of him, the descendant of the dragon slayer, and looked at those eyes passed down from generation to generation, "Even so, do you still want to fight?"

"The dragon treats mortals as food, and you treat mortals as ants. Now, have you started to feel pity for ants?"

The wind blew the tail of the flag to Lansman's face. He marched all his life and never talked nonsense, but today he didn't care about that little time.

"Is it pity? Or is it discovery—the gathering of ants also has earth-shaking power?"

His gaze sharpened suddenly, like an ancient knife turned sideways, with a cold light leaping across the edge.

ice cold.

"We can give you glory, strength, power."

The angel said, "It can give you strength, it can make you transcend the boundaries of ordinary people, and achieve extraordinary things."

Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, laughed: "No, you don't understand what we want at all!"

For the first time, doubts appeared in the angel's mirror-like eyes.

"You don't understand at all."

Lansman looked around, the snowy stone bricks had turned into mud, corpses pressed one by one, blood mixed with snow mud, knives, swords, spears, and broken buildings could be seen everywhere.

In the war of mortals, whether they lose or win, they should all depend on themselves.

Before every knight stepped onto the battlefield, he was already prepared to return triumphantly after victory, and to die on the battlefield after defeat.This is the fate of the knights, they have no regrets!But it is by no means like it is now - the victory or defeat of the entire war situation, the fate of millions of people in the entire country, disappeared in a flash, in a single thought.

No matter how much mortal blood is, in front of the gods, it is just a small drop of water, falling silently.

"That's why we are always unwilling to bow our heads to you!"

If mortals are like ants in front of the gods, all the selfless efforts and hard work are just a joke.

How ridiculous that would be!
The insistence of the human race for thousands of years is nothing more than the fate of mortals, which is decided by mortals themselves!The history of mortals is written by mortals themselves!They want themselves not to be prey, not to be ants, not to be puppets!
They want to stand upright on the ground!

They just want a fairness, but they want a freedom.

However, no one will give them the sky or the earth.

"None of you will give it, so—" Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, said softly, his voice had been quiet for so many years, "the Fritz royal family will take it themselves."

Take it with blood, with the lives of generations after generation!

"As long as you stand here, you are not our enemy." The angel held the fire sword, and the god lightly pointed to the place where Prince Will was.

Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, looked back at the knight behind him: "You go, don't disappoint this rare kindness."

The cavalry stood upright, and no one left.

"Don't feel ashamed. The enemies you are facing now are beyond the scope of your oath." Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, said lightly, "Go."

"Are you insulting us?"

The old knight who had followed him the most years spoke, he was blinded in one eye during the battle, and blood flowed all over his face.He slowly raised his sword and pointed at Prince Will who was kneeling on the ground.

"Should we go after a dog that pissed his pants?"

His description is vulgar and presumptuous, completely inconsistent with the spirit of chivalry.But as soon as he finished speaking, all the knights burst into laughter, wild and wild, as if there was no invincible angel in front of them, and there was no invisible pressure around them that sank so much that they almost fell off their horses.

Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

He reined in his horse and looked at his knights: "I'm very happy!"

He was cold and stern all his life, no matter how great the victory was, he had never laughed like this, and he had never expressed his feelings so bluntly.

"I am very happy!"

Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, raised the royal flag high.

"You are all here! I am glad that you are all knights of the kingdom!"

"For the glory of Rose!"

The knights roared, and they raised their swords high.

The war horse no longer neighed.

The horses and their owners have been fighting together for many years, and they have already connected with each other.At this moment, the war horse actually overcame the natural fear, and just like its owner, proudly raised its head, not retreating an inch.

"Now! Follow me—"

Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, turned to the angel, and he swung his long sword.

"charge!"

He was the first to rush out like just now.

The knights followed, and the iron hooves of their horses kicked up blood and mud from the battlefield.They follow their generals without hesitation, they are a long sword, they are the swords and knives of mortals!Old knights, young knights, there are only a few hundred of them left.

But at this moment, they are the mighty army of the kingdom!
The angel spread God's wings and drew out God's fiery sword.

The mighty scarlet fire spread in mid-air, with the angel as the center, all the snow within a radius of hundreds of meters melted in an instant.The water from the melted snow turned into a long scalding river, tossing and flowing, spanning between the royal iron cavalry and the Jesker rebel army.

It's like a moat between mortals and gods.

As long as you step over, you will be smashed to pieces.

The scorching air waves rushed towards the face, and the horses kept moving.

"kill!"

Lansman, the captain of the royal guard, shouted.

This is war!

This is the war between mortals and gods and the world. This war has lasted from the age of legends to the present and has never stopped.

This war is endless!
"kill!"

All the knights shouted loudly.

On the battlefield, knights have only one mission - to kill!Kill your enemies, or be killed by them!The royal cavalry never backs down!

The angel held the sword in both hands and raised it high.

The red fire in the sky rolled down, carrying endless majesty and violence. This is not the power of human beings, but the power of gods!
The fire rolled past like a bloody sea, and there were thousands of swords in the fire.

The world is bloody, and everything crawls.

God's punishment came and devoured everything.

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