After the holy sword is broken

The flames in the forging furnace rose, and a small piece of metal that had been forged thousands of times was thrown into it and let the fire burn.

When its surface turns crimson, take it out with an iron clip and place it in the complicated magic circle that has been drawn.Gemstones are embedded around it, and the power of the ore activates the magic circle, which emits a golden light and wraps the red-hot metal in it.

The bright red magic potion was poured from above and fell on the hot metal, making a strong "chi chi" sound, and a large amount of water vapor rose up, blurring the vision.

Amidst the white mist, a pair of sapphire blue eyes watched it calmly, until the mist faded, the hands with thick gloves picked up the small piece of metal and looked at it carefully.

"Still not..." he said to himself.

"What's the problem?"

He walked to the table where the materials were placed, and the map of the holy sword was spread out there.

Taking off his gloves, his slender fingers traced a line of writing on the parchment scroll.

"It's this formula, did you interpret it wrong?"

The seven days and seven nights passed quickly when there was something to do—copying books.

When Alger left the confinement room, it was still dusk, and the timing was very precise. The person who came to release him was the witch Lena.

As soon as he got out of the confinement room, he was dragged by the little witch to the meeting room without any separation.

"At least let me groom myself and shave, shall I?"

In the bathroom in the confinement room, there is no razor at all!

Lena grabbed his sleeve and didn't stop in her footsteps: "This time it's really an emergency."

She lowered her voice: "The Gate of Hell is here in a hurry."

After receiving the urgent document from Hell's Gate, something serious happened to the front line.

Only now did Alger notice that the so-called "never-closed" door of the Poetry of Truth was only half open at this moment.The entire religious group couldn't see the ordinary residents of a small town, and the colleagues they met on the road walked in a hurry against their direction.

Alger didn't say any more, and hurried to the meeting room.

The formal meeting was over, and there were only a few people left here. Alger greeted the chief priest and several elders.

"Urgent military report from the gate of hell." The chief priest handed over a document, the ink on it was still wet.

——Of course it wasn't sent from the front line of Hell's Gate, but the information was transmitted through prophecy magic, and then recorded and handed over by the recorder here.

Alger scanned it all at once.

There was a riot at the Gate of Hell, and the force attacking the mainland suddenly increased. The front line retreated hundreds of meters. The situation was already extremely critical, and they requested reinforcements from the rear.

"This is the list of reinforcements. You will lead the team. In addition to the personnel of the headquarters, the Knights of Truth who have gone out for special training have also rushed to the front line and will join you at the sentry post."

"When to set off?"

"Half an hour later."

Time was running out, and Alger only had time to organize a few changes of clothes and common supplies, and equip the weapons removed from confinement one by one.

As for saying hello to Burgess, I have long since neglected to take care of it. Before I shaved my beard, I lined up and was sent into the portal by Felia.

The space around the gates of hell is very unstable, mages who specialize in space magic can use them to cause damage to the enemy, but teleportation is absolutely forbidden - the violent space force will tear anyone who dares to cross the boundary.

Therefore, Phyllia's teleportation array will not send them directly to the front line, but to the nearest guard post near the human settlement.

The Knights of Truth are already waiting there.

The military appearance is strict and orderly, silent and dignified.

The paladins were divided into two phalanxes with different mounts, Wyverns and sphinxes snorted beside their respective knights.

The thick metal armor reflected dazzling light in the sun, and the same spear and shield were held in the hands, exuding unified magic waves.

This is the elite cavalry trained by the religious order with all its resources, born to fight against the evil existence on the other side of the gate of hell.

They use the most sophisticated standard weapons provided by the religious order, receive the most rigorous training, enjoy the highest treatment, and abide by the strictest military laws.

They are the most devout priests and the most loyal soldiers.

Seeing Alger approaching, the knight captain in golden armor took a step forward and saluted: "Master Alger."

Behind him, a hundred paladins also saluted. Their movements were uniform, and the sound of thick armor colliding was sonorous and powerful. Wyverns and sphinxes also let out low-pitched roars.

Alger saluted them back.

"Rush to the front line immediately."

"Yes!"

The neat response resounded through the sky.

The huge roc bird carried mages, priests, and unmounted warriors.The wings covering the sky cast a large shadow, covering the team of sphinx knights below.

The knights of the Wyvern guarded both sides, closely following the flight path of the roc.

The roc bird flies very fast, and the people riding on it need a magic hood to withstand the strong wind for them, otherwise the too strong wind may knock them off the roc bird's broad back.

The shadow cast by the roc bird passed over a stretch of ruins.

Here is a site, the site of a human city-state in the ancient continent.These once prosperous city-states fell with the collapse of the Holy Land at the end of that era.

And in front of the front, the center of the war, the place where the barrier between the main material plane and the lower plane is the weakest, is the sacred place of human beings in ancient times.

In front of the ruins of the city-state, there is a mighty river. The river is roaring and foaming, flowing from the canyon in the west to the forest in the east.

This is the most important natural barrier behind humans and the main source of water for elves.

The elf empires in the east will never allow their source of life to be polluted by evil.Therefore, the human front is the front that receives the most assistance from the elves' allies.

"How far is it to the coalition camp?" Alger asked the mage beside him.

From where he was now, he could already smell the mixed smell of sulfur and charcoal. They floated forward along with the wind, with a faint smell of blood.

The mage was closing his eyes, holding a crystal ball in his hands, and a phantom eye was looking down from a high altitude.

"It's a quarter of an hour's journey. However, there is a small-scale conflict on the road that must be passed. The two sides of the conflict are the orcs and...the second executor, Lizzie."

Orcs were originally creatures from the mainland, and had a hostile relationship with evil, but they switched to the camp of demons during the dark age. They were the most despicable traitors of all races in the New World.

They are not the demons at the gate of hell, and they were squeezed and suppressed by the mainland creatures. After the end of the dark age, they were expelled here, wandering around the battlefield, and gaining a little pitiful life by constantly harassing the mainland coalition forces. supplies.

Alger nodded slightly: "Understood."

He has already seen, about 11 o'clock in front of him, there is a heavy black boulder golem as high as a three-story building.

The boulder golem moves slowly, seemingly without deterrence, but its solid body cannot be shaken.A girl sits on its shoulders, directing the golem to crush its enemies.

The desperate orcs tried to escape, but were stopped by a flock of ingenious mechanical birds.

The orcs couldn't avoid it, and after another companion was crushed by the boulder golem, they finally turned ferocious, and their eyes were blood red, which was a sign that they were about to fall into a state of rage.

The thick black shadow covered it, as if stepping over the sunset and entering the night.

A vigorous figure fell from above, and an orc with blood-red eyes was split in half before he could react.

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, where the heavy sword and silver ash pass, the lives of the orcs are harvested piece by piece.When the shadow leaves, the battle in front of you is over.

"Alger!" The girl's voice came from above, from far to near.

Alger thrust the heavy sword in his hand into the ground, and reached out to hug the girl who fell from the sky.

The girl looks sweet and immature, and her height is only a little over 4 feet, not reaching Alger's chest, as if she is still an immature child, at the right age to stay by her parents' side and receive shelter.

But in fact, in terms of qualifications, this girl who seems to be not even a girl is far more profound than Alger.

"Senior Lizzy, are you okay?" Alger asked.

"I'm fine." The girl hugged him and replied happily, "It's been a long time since I saw you. Uh...you should shave your beard, it's a bit prickly."

"Scratch when you get to the camp—no, I'm asking about the battle situation on the front line."

"...It's also very good."

The flying roc and wyvern had gone away, and the running sphinx also bypassed this place and followed the sky troops.

Apart from the orc corpses and the blood on the ground, there are only a few constructs and the two executors of the poem of truth.

"Didn't you say that the front line is in an emergency?" Alger was very surprised.

"Ah... That's right, urgent is indeed urgent, but it may not be what you think."

Lizzie asked Alger to put her down, and directed the construct to go back with them.

"The offensive momentum of the evil camp has been a little bit wrong since a long time ago. The intensity of the small wars that broke out every few years in the past has been almost daily in the past two years.

"It's just that, applying to strengthen the troops, getting used to it, can still withstand it. But just this morning, the dark power of the gate of hell suddenly broke out, and even a general-level demon appeared in the team of the evil camp."

"General?!" Alger was stunned for a moment, and slowly frowned: "This is really... not very good."

"It's not an ordinary general, but a general." Li Ji emphasized again.

Demons in the lower planes have a very strict hierarchy, low-level existence, and absolute obedience to high-level ones.

And their levels at each level are strictly divided according to their strength.Every time a level is turned up, the strength increases almost geometrically.

These levels, with insect eggs as the lowest level, and kings as the highest level.According to legend, there is a maharaja above the king, but it is just a legend.

Under the king is the commander, and under the commander is the lord, and the next step down from the lord is the general.Generals, generals, and brigadier generals are collectively referred to as generals, but their strengths vary greatly.

"How powerful can the general demon be?" Alger asked after thinking of something.

The gate of hell is the weakest point of connection between the main material plane and the lower plane, and the most distinct junction between darkness and light.

At the same time, it is also a door of asylum laid down by the sages.

Its special feature is that as a boundary, the closer the existence on both sides of the door is to it, the more restricted it will be.If you cross it, you will be double suppressed.

At the same time, the more powerful an existence is, the harder it is to approach it, let alone cross it.

There are very few demon generals who can cross the gates of hell and come to the mainland in the history of the entire continent—of course, the Dark Ages must be excluded.

The demons want to invade this prosperous and rich continent, but the creatures on the mainland only want to defend their homeland.Demons who cross the gates of hell must be subject to stronger constraints than the guardians.

"We filled in two golden epic knights, and an archmage, and a legendary mage was seriously injured."

Lizzie's expression became serious: "If this is not the only case, and his strength gradually weakens with the passage of time, I almost think that the demons have already mastered the way to crack the gate of hell.

"Even if it doesn't... According to the current momentum, I'm afraid there will be a big guy coming out."

The author has something to say: The main cause of poverty is that they participate in the most expensive thing in the world - war.The mounts of the Knights of Truth can earn a lot of money just by eating for a day. The order supports the front line by selling wine, which is really inspirational...