God seal

Someone is blowing a horn.

Polis shook off the blood drops from the weapon, and seemed to hear the sound of the horn in the distance.Is that the sound of the enemy attacking, or some other order?The long fight had reduced his ability to distinguish, and he couldn't even tell whether the person standing in front of him was an enemy or a partner.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Alvette the Elf flickered past him.Estes was on another battlefield, but Arvette, who was an attendant to the crown prince, was defending the city here.They split into two groups.

"Are you kidding me?" Polis yelled back without hesitation in the face of doubts, "Can such a small scene stump me?"

The enemy was ten times their size, and a spy leaked information, and they were trapped in the city.

But Polis laughed and said, "It's nothing at all!"

As he said that, he machete another half-blood demon who rushed forward.

Alwitt smiled, and the elf's flexible figure shuttled through the crowd, harvesting the heads of the enemies.

"That's good!"

He and the few remaining elves shared the pressure for Polis' main force.They cannot be breached. Once the defense line here cannot be defended, the situation on Estes' side will take a turn for the worse.Even if they win more with less, they will survive this round to usher in a turning point.

But, will there be a turning point?

The enemy commander in the distance yelled at them: "Boris Bart! I never thought that you, who used to be a hero, would commit a shameless act of betraying the alliance! Have you forgotten why you established the Southern Alliance? Have you lost the honor of our mixed blood? You have fallen with the elves, you have fallen!"

Polis didn't answer.However, the other party seemed to regard his silence as a retreat, and shouted even more.After the enemy commander captured a Pegasus knight, he cut off the opponent's head with his own hands, and then threw the young head straight over.

He laughed and said: "Look, this is the price you pay for trampling on power! Don't you understand what you are doing right, Polis. Those who follow you will end up like this!"

The head just rolled to their feet, Alwitt's emerald eyes widened slightly, the unwillingness and anger on the face of the deceased, the exhaustion and despair of being besieged caused him to glare.Polis stopped him.

"The end?" The not-so-young transcendent picked up the heads of his subordinates, and there seemed to be a calm flame hidden in his eyes, "Then let's try."

"Polis?!" Alwitt watched in surprise as the half-orc put down his weapon and pressed his palm on his heart.

"I didn't build the Confederacy for power."

Polis' voice was low.

"It's not about the fame either."

The heart hidden under the armor and flesh was burning faintly, and the brand left by Olivier was burning the flesh and blood, and Polis released the seal little by little.

"Oh, don't you tell me that you founded the Southern Liberal Confederacy really for the so-called 'freedom'? That's outdated, old man! That's why you were pushed out of the core of the Southern regime, you're so stupid." Demonic half-blood They and their allies laughed loudly.

To establish a new kingdom for what?

Polis had consulted his companions before making a decision.

[Do you think there will be such a place where all people, regardless of mixed blood or pure blood, or civilians and nobles, or poor and rich, can live together without any grievances. 】

[Are you kidding, or talking in your sleep. 】

Bailey the Assassin laughed at the Orc.

Cavalier Nanni didn't care either.

【Having a dream is a good thing.But I suggest you consider the actual situation, Bart. 】

Only the elf Searle and the mage Olivier did not speak, and Polis looked earnestly at the last two companions.

Searle opened his mouth, and said for a while: [In my hometown, some people call such a place a utopia, a place of fantasy that absolutely cannot exist. 】

Polis lowered his head in disappointment.

[But even so, those who have devoted their blood to Utopia will always follow suit.I always think, why?Knowing that it is impossible, these people are still willing to work hard for a fantasy. ] Searle continued.

【why? 】

Polis watched him expectantly, and he could sense that the elf was about to say something different.

The elf sighed: [Perhaps, no matter how cruel the reality is, there will always be people who pursue freedom.The darker the place, the brighter the flame of dreams burns.There is nothing wrong with your dream, Pori, just go for it, in case it will come true. 】

Amidst the ridicule of the people around, Seir's answer from the past echoed in his ears again.Polis smiled lowly, "Yes, what if it will come true."

Behind him suddenly opened a pair of huge wings, extended several times than usual, like a solid wall protecting everyone under his wings.At the moment when the seal was released, powerful coercion spread from Boris Bart's body to all directions.

The enemy commander yelled in fear and fear: "Who can give freedom to those who have no strength?"

[Those without ambition cannot realize Utopia. 】

Olivier, the prophet, was the last one to comment.

Today, Polis finally understands the meaning of this sentence.

"That's why I failed once!"

And this time, it must not fail again.

The giant heron knights set off a whirlwind from the ground, and the demon half-bloods summoned their friends and companions. The key battle to determine the structure of the Southern Liberty League is today!

The number of Pegasus knights and elves is so small that most of the time Polis is fighting one against a hundred.His gray wings cut the enemy's throat like a blade, and in the next moment, he was pierced by countless swords and spells.Polis is not afraid of pain, but enjoys it.

He looked at these demonic half-bloods who had defiled the kingdom he had built with his own hands, and at the former colleagues who glared at him, his heart was full of joy and sorrow, and he could still hear the enemies shouting angrily.

"The Confederacy is ours!"

"Kill all the elves, kill all the humans, kill all the pure blood, and we will be truly free!"

People whose vision is limited by their bloodlines are not only pure-blooded races who think they are superior, but also these extreme and angry mixed-bloods. The demonic hybrids headed by Leviathan are the best of them.They are arrogant but also inferior, they are strong but also weak, if they don't kill all the enemies in their imagination, if they don't kill all the people who are different from them, they will never feel at ease.

After being captured by Polis, the enemy commander still sneered: "You, Polis. You slaughtered your compatriots with great power. And we are just fighting against pure blood. What did we do wrong!"

"The elves told me one thing." Polis looked at him calmly, "So far, 'Magic Addiction' has infected hundreds of towns in the north and killed nearly a million people. Although the Southern League is close to the epidemic area , and not a single city fell. What deal did you make with the devil?"

The other party was taken aback.

"So you already know."

"How much do you have to kill to be satisfied." Polis sighed softly.The Southern Alliance he once established for freedom has become a stage for people with ulterior motives to intrigue.

"Then you, the hero of the great battle against demons! Do you think that those northern races will not deal with us like this if they seize the opportunity? Do you think that helping your pure-blood partner will have good results? I'll wait and see you Sad end!" After laughing and saying this sentence, the enemy commander rolled his neck and killed him.

Because of the death of the commander, the enemy's army formation had a flaw, but it brought a turning point for Polis and the others.

"They are not the only radicals in the south." Alwitt appeared on the city wall behind the orc.

"I know." Polis looked at his blood-stained palm.

I know there are costs to building utopias.But Searle, I didn't expect the price to be so heavy.The hostility between mixed blood and pure blood, and the gap between races, can it never be eliminated?

A horn sounded in the distance.

"Reinforcements are coming."

Polis looked up and saw a puff of smoke on the horizon in the distance, and the orcs riding giant beasts brandished their weapons.

"It's Brian." Alwitt said calmly, falling from the city wall to Polis, "Brian brought us reinforcements from the orc foothills."

The orcs lost tens of thousands of people in the "Magic Addiction", which is by no means a small number for them, which makes the orcs the race that lost the most in the epidemic.That's why Brian was able to convince them to help, the orcs needed allies.

Brian glanced at Alwitt who was beside him with a calm expression, and suddenly smiled.

Utopia is not impossible.

The sound of the horn spread farther and farther, as if it wanted to penetrate the clouds and reach the dome.

A month later, Red and others who were stationed in White Rose City waiting for news received a message.

The capital, controlled by the Confederate radicals, was captured by Boris Bute.The kingdom established by the Giant Heron Knight has finally returned to his hands.At the moment of victory, Polis looked at the distant banner and put his palm on his chest.

This time, can I catch a little tail of Utopia?

Searle.What do you say.

Only a quarter of the seal pattern imprinted on Polis' heart remained.