Imperial Crown

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Walking in the ranks of the Volcano Legion, Huxley's ears were filled with the sound of armor colliding.

The rising smoke and dust were mixed with the smell of sweat.

A trace of disgust rose in Huxley's heart.

As the commander of the Holy Knights of the Principality of Eivor and a noble knight serving the Lord of Light, he now has to associate with these dirty, lowly and faithless untouchables, which simply makes him sick.

But he can't disobey the order of the archbishop.

Originally, Lord Boser, the red cardinal of the Eivor Diocese, had reached a tacit understanding with Archbishop Thomas of the Nord Diocese that neither side would intervene in this war.

However, Raven's progress far exceeded Lord Boser's expectations.

Not only did he take down the Wall of Sighs, he even defeated and killed Earl Dudor.

In this case, if the Church of Light does not take action again, it will be difficult for Lord Boser to continue to gain a foothold in Eivor.

So there was him, and two bishops from nearby dioceses.

Now, they were all mixed in the marching army, just to catch Raven by surprise.

"Boring..."

Huxley shook his head.

In his opinion, there was no suspense in this war.

Not to mention that Raven himself was only a level 3 magician, even if he was level 4 or 5, it would be the same.

The moment Raven chose to collide head-on, he had already lost his chance of winning.

Even if the Church of Light did not intervene, Raven would not have the possibility of winning!

Although he was disgusted in his heart, Huxley knew how powerful the combat effectiveness of Earl Palmer's soldiers who used forbidden magic was. Under the same scale, no mortal would be their opponent.

What's more, Marquis Faraday's Volcano Legion was also not a good thing.

The appearance of Huxley and others here was more of a statement of the Church of Light, in order to strengthen the influence of the church in Eivor.

Thinking of this, the battlefield was getting closer and closer, and six enchanted bed crossbows were pushed onto the wall of the camp.

Whoosh——

The giant arrow broke through the air.

Huxley was calm.

Because the formation this time was specially arranged, Earl Palmer's Wolf Corps was in the front, and Huxley's Volcano Corps was in the back.

Both the shields and armor were shattered by the giant arrows as thick as beams, turning into broken corpses on the ground!

The flames on the giant arrows would ignite the densely packed wolf-faced soldiers like wooden stakes!

Any creature should not be able to continue to move after being dismembered, but those wolf-faced soldiers seemed to have no sense of pain.

As long as their heads were not smashed, their bodies could still move.

Especially those guys wrapped in flames, they could continue to rush forward with burning flames, until their bodies were charred and their armor was scattered all over the ground, they would not stop!

"Unclean evil..."

Huxley prayed to the Lord of Light in a sigh, hoping that He could forgive his sin of fighting side by side with such a thing.

At this moment, he even expected the Eagle Army to do more damage to the Wolf Corps.

However, this wish is doomed to fail.

Under the rain of arrows, the soldiers of the Wolf-Faced Legion continued to charge almost without any care. They raised their shields high and intercepted most of the crossbow arrows.

Even if there were fish that slipped through the net, for the special physique warriors of the Wolf-Faced Legion, unless they were unlucky enough to be shot in the head by an arrow, they would not be affected in any substantial way.

The two sides were getting closer and closer -

until they collided with each other!

Even the Holy Knights of the Church would probably feel a little uncomfortable when facing the fearless soldiers of the Wolf-Faced Legion for the first time.

But Raven's Eagle Army stood in place like a reef, without any hesitation!

It is worthy of being the elite who can capture the Sighing Wall and defeat Earl Duduo head-on.

It's a pity that the number is too small after all!

Ordinary weapons cannot break through heavy armor with one blow. Even though the soldiers of the Eagle Army cooperated tacitly, they were still in a stalemate facing the fearless Wolf-Faced Legion.

Especially when the soldiers of the Volcano Legion also rushed to the front line, the Eagle Army's defense line was compressed backwards!

The shouts, footsteps, and clashes of swords gathered together to become the heaviest melody on the battlefield.

The smell of blood spread.

Huxley looked up at the wall of the village. At this moment, Raven was standing there, wearing armor, a cloak on his shoulders, and leaning on a staff to overlook the entire battlefield.

Huxley even wanted to rush up and kill Raven with his sword.

In this way, he would become a hero who defeated the Demon King, the savior of the entire Principality of Eivor, and might even be revered as a "living saint" by the church.

This idea quickly disappeared from his mind.

Not to mention that the wall of the village was too high to climb, the Eagle Army who fought desperately was enough for him to drink a pot.

Huxley didn't want to be the next Joz.

But since he had already been on the battlefield, he had to play a role.

Disdaining to attack ordinary soldiers, Huxley looked around and began to look for extraordinary people in the Eagle Army.

Soon he locked on a target.

That person was different from ordinary Eagle soldiers. He was wearing a golden armor, which was very dazzling. He also became the focus of attack by the Wolf Face Legion and the Volcano Legion.

He held a strange-shaped giant sword with a wave blade, and his movements looked extremely lazy. Each swing of the sword was not large, and only when he was about to cut the opponent would he add a layer of fighting spirit to the blade.

Mechanical, rough, and without beauty, as if he had never undergone any training, but he could always seize the best opportunity.

"The wild ways of the upstarts." Huxley mocked in a low voice, then drew the long sword from his waist, and rushed towards the golden armored extraordinary step by step in the crowd.

"Just right to use you as a knife!"

Huxley's steps were calm and confident. Walking in the army was as leisurely as taking a walk. There was no murderous aura or killing intention. Neither the Eagle Army nor the Wolf Face Legion seemed to feel his presence.

Coming to the side of the golden armored extraordinary, Huxley held the hilt with both hands, and suddenly burst out a ball of fighting spirit.

A cluster of golden light suddenly bloomed from the blade, cutting off two spears and half a shield, and came to the waist of the golden armored knight!

However, at this moment, the arm of the Golden Armored Superhuman suddenly turned in a strange posture, and the wave blade giant sword that had been thrust out suddenly returned to defense.

The thick green life fighting spirit burst out, annihilating the golden light.

"Third-level Superhuman, light fighting spirit." The Golden Armored Superhuman's eyes locked on:

"Huxley, the leader of the Holy Knights of the Eivor Parish of the Church of Light?"

"You know my name?" Huxley raised his eyebrows:

"Who are you?"

"It's not a good thing to be hated by the Church of Light." The Golden Armored Superhuman laughed: "So, I'd better not tell you my name, a dead man."

Huxley's face turned cold instantly:

"Do you think you can kill me?"

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the light fighting spirit rose around his body, condensing a set of glorious armor, then leaned forward, stepped on the ground, and rushed towards the Golden Armored Superhuman like a crossbow arrow!

The third-level Superhuman can release fighting spirit to slash out of the body, but the power is much worse than a direct attack.

If you block a slash, you can defeat me and kill me?

What a joke!

The long sword wrapped in shining light was swung horizontally, and it was about to chop off the head of the extraordinary man in golden armor.

This was a swordsmanship that had been honed for many years, a textbook-like fighting method of the Knight of Light, and even the inventor a thousand years ago could not find any flaws.

But this attack, which seemed to Huxley to be extremely perfect, was blocked by the extraordinary man in golden armor who raised his weapon without any rules and played like a child!

Ding——

The fighting spirits collided and intertwined, and a circle of air waves exploded on the spot, causing a deep pit to explode on the ground.

Huxley's heart tightened, and he was about to put away his sword and change his moves, when he saw the extraordinary man in golden armor raised his knee and moved forward, hitting him between his waist and abdomen.

Cursing shamelessly in his heart, Huxley quickly bowed and retreated, but he didn't expect the opponent's knee to suddenly straighten, and one leg turned from a collision to a kick, and it was hard on his knee!

What kind of fighting method is this! ?

Boom——

Huxley stepped back a few steps, only to feel a sharp pain in his knee, which was obviously sprained. He looked down and saw that his armor had even left a clear shoe print.

As expected of the life fighting spirit, this brute force was really fierce.

What shocked Huxley even more was the opponent's reaction. The speed of the action and the accuracy of the judgment during the battle far exceeded his expectations.

But Huxley couldn't see the origin of the opponent's tactics!

This made Huxley feel that he was not fighting against the human race, but facing a humanoid monster with rich hunting experience.

Can't fight him in close combat!

Huxley made up his mind and suddenly retreated two steps. A strong fighting spirit like a torch suddenly burst out from his body, sweeping across.

The bright light made the wolf-faced soldiers around him emit black smoke, and they had to retreat.

The bright fighting spirit gathered on the tip of his sword, which was held high by him, as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Dou Qi burst out along the sword spine, outlining a heavy blade that was ten meters long and three meters wide in the air, like a guillotine held by a giant!

"Giant Blade!"

Come on, since you are good at close combat, let's compete in combat skills!

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Let's see whether you are stronger with your wild path or the foundation of the Church of Light is more profound!

However, at this moment, the extraordinary golden armor suddenly disappeared in front of Huxley.

No, it was not disappearing, but moving at a high speed that Huxley could not catch!

He had bent down at some point, walking among the heavily armored knights like a lone wolf, and behind him, there was a ferocious beast made of Dou Qi!

Wuhun!

Beast-like combat method!

Huxley finally remembered a name - Akori.

From the southern part of the Keynes Empire, the fourth place in the last Nord Province Competition!

But shouldn't he be with Anthony?

Huxley wanted to lock on to Akori's position, but the looming figure made it difficult for him to catch him.

Now that the Giant Blade's combat skill has been accumulated to the limit, if he doesn't release it, he will be the only one who gets hurt!

Let him go first!

Anyway, he doesn't care about the lives of the Eagle Army, the Wolf-Faced Legion, or the Volcano Legion.

Swish

At this moment, Akori appeared in front of Huxley, with a clear smile in his green eyes.

"Ah——"

Huxley swung his sword suddenly!

Akori only made one move.

His body, which was originally lying on the ground, stood up, and the red pointed helmet pierced Huxley's chin!

The long sword flew away from his hand, and Huxley felt his eyes go dark. The fighting spirit rushed back, causing his arms to hurt terribly, and then his whole brain began to tremble.

Buzz——

The golden guillotine that was about to be struck in mid-air suddenly exploded into pieces at this moment, turning into golden light that filled the sky.

Huxley's body fell to the ground with a pop, and when he opened his eyes again, Akori had already straightened up, and there was no longer any martial spirit behind him.

But the huge wave-edged sword in his hand was already resting on Huxley's throat.

Huxley gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

What is this?

He actually attacked me while I was using my combat skills. This is simply a lack of martial ethics!

Southern barbarians are southern barbarians!

But Akori hadn't killed him yet after all.

A flash of realization bloomed in Huxley's eyes - So that's it, I understand.

Akori used his signature martial spirit, knowing that I had recognized his identity, and the surrounding soldiers would also recognize his identity.

After combining Acre's previous words, a conclusion emerged in Huxley's mind.

He doesn't dare to kill me!

Feeling relieved, Huxley lifted up his visor and said arrogantly:

"Very good boy, now..."

Halfway through Huxley's words, he could no longer speak, because the wave-edged giant sword had wrapped up the fighting spirit and slit his throat.

He clutched his throat and looked at Akori in horror.

I am the leader of the Holy Knights of the Holy See. How dare you kill me! ?

How dare you—! ?

He stretched out his arm in vain and pointed at Akori, but until his consciousness disappeared, he was not able to see Akori's answer. He only saw Akori raising the wave-edged giant sword and repelling the surrounding volcanic legions.

"idiot."

Akori returned to the Eagle Army formation.

It was Anthony who scolded him like this in the past, but now he happened to have a partner who let him scold him like this, which was really a bit satisfying.

The reason why he did not kill Huxley immediately was because he was concerned about the other party's identity.

But he only wanted to hear two words, that was "surrender".

No matter what Huxley said, he would not let the holy knight live.

This is a battlefield, not an opera house. Who has time to have a long talk with him?

It seems that the Church of Light has been peaceful for too long!

A trace of gloom flashed in Akori's eyes, not because he regretted killing Huxley, but because the attack just now consumed 1/4 of the fighting energy in his body.

As an extraordinary person, he must distribute his fighting spirit reasonably on the battlefield so that he can continue fighting for as long as possible.

Extraordinary people who have lost their fighting spirit are not much different from ordinary people.

Therefore, extraordinary people who have truly experienced war must learn to save their fighting spirit once they go to the battlefield, unless they want to break through the defense line and capture the enemy's formation in a devastating way.

Things like combat skills can be used as long as you can.

The higher the level of combat skills, the more cautious one must be.

Otherwise, it would be like Huxley's situation just now, where he was killed instantly with one blow after he had accumulated his strength for a long time.

But Akori's own situation is not much better.

There are just too many enemies.

And the enemies we faced this time were different from before.

The wolf-faced warrior must be beheaded to stop his activities. His vitality is so strong that he looks like an undead creature.

The soldiers of the Volcano Legion are incredibly strong and are already approaching the level of ordinary first-order transcendent beings.

Bang——

A giant hammer crashed down and landed on the chest of an Eagle Army soldier. A small dent appeared in the thick plate armor. The Eagle Army soldier flew backwards two meters and landed on the ground.

Even if he doesn't die, he won't wake up for a while.

Akori swung his wave-edged sword and slashed at the attacking Volcano Legionnaire.

The soldier raised his sledgehammer to block. The Akori sword suddenly turned around and passed under the handle of the hammer. With a flash of fighting spirit on the blade, it cut open the armor on the soldier's shoulder and removed his entire right arm. Come down.

"ah--"

Amid the fierce screams, a mist of blood spurted out from the wound on the soldier's shoulder, but his muscles immediately tightened, sealing the blood vessels tightly.

The soldier opened his remaining arm and rushed toward Akori.

Akori frowned slightly and had to pierce his chest with his sword to make the soldier fall to the ground.

As life passed away, the wound on the soldier's shoulder finally opened up, and the blood gurgled out like a spring without a gate, without any viscosity that ordinary blood should have.

A pungent smell of medicine filled the air.

"What did these guys drink?"

Akori frowned and glanced across the battlefield.

This is the first time since entering the Principality of Eivor that Akori has seen the Eagle Army fighting so hard.

Even though the Eagle Army cooperated tacitly and had a much higher level of training than their opponents, they could only barely maintain the battle damage at 1:1.

If this continues, the Eagle Army may be defeated!

Akori looked back at the wall:

"Raven, what methods have you prepared?"

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