There was total silence.
Everyone was digesting the news announced by Carl. Director Carl's expression remained unchanged and he said to everyone in a loud voice:
"Friends and compatriots! This is not alarmist. The enemy is stronger than ever. We are fighting alone. The kingdom has reached its most critical moment!"
Everyone's heart was very heavy.
Including Ren, the Old Goat, Artoria, Leon, Alex the Axe, Roland the Magician, Kelvin the One-Armed Killer, and Michelle the Holy White Sword... everyone listened quietly to Karl's words. .
Demons and humans cannot coexist at all. If the Faroran Kingdom loses... the consequences will be unbearable for everyone.
Karl's profound eyes swept over everyone present, fear, uneasiness, confusion, silence...he saw these.
The corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and the Purgatory Butcher, who had a reputation for killing countless people, actually smiled, and his free and easy smile made everyone look at him.
Karl's stiff expression softened a little, and his voice became very clear:
"Are you scared? Are you worried?"
"Anyway, I'm a little scared. I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers here will be stained with blood. I'm afraid that when I wake up, my relatives and friends will be dead. I'm afraid that the kingdom will fail..."
"...I am concerned in my heart, and I believe everyone is the same. Anyone who still has a little bit of humanity doesn't want to see their home reduced to ruins, they don't want to see piles of corpses, they don't want to see the sight of people dying of hunger, they don't want to see to the displaced people…”
"At this point, we have no way out, but we can also choose to leave. Yes, you can choose to leave and go to a safer country to escape temporarily."
"But I can't, because this is Falorland, my hometown."
The sound gradually slowed down, and Karl took off the hat on his head.
His short brown hair was dancing in the evening breeze, and his not-so-handsome face had that fearless smile that gave up everything, which was particularly shocking.
"Friends and compatriots, let me introduce you to a place."
"The King of the Sun fights in the sky here, risking his life to fight against the three dark monarchs; the Blue Sword Master cuts mountains with his sword here and builds a city; Pluto of the North Sea plays the twelve movements of the underworld here... This is the hometown of William the Conqueror. , this is where the fire dragon roars..."
"Yes, this is Faloran!"
"This country does not believe in gods, does not need gods to save it, and has never been afraid of demons. In the darkest years of mankind, it relied on blood and fire to light the way!"
There was silence under the stage, and everyone had different expressions.
Karl didn't care about people's reactions. He never thought about motivating anyone with his words, he was just stating what he was thinking.
Under the gaze of everyone, he took out a flag from the storage ring.
The simple and broken flag was embroidered with a lifelike fire dragon pattern, which was filled with majestic bloody evil energy, and an extremely overbearing substantive pressure filled the entire place.
This is the Fire Dragon Flag, made from the skin of a giant dragon.
Uh-huh~
Karl jumped up and hung the fire dragon flag on the stone pillar in the center of the black altar.
The broken bloody flag that witnessed an era fluttered in the wind.
The fire dragon on the flag seemed to come to life, showing its teeth and claws, as if it was writhing, and the bloody dragon's beard and beard wildly roared, as if roaring to the sky.
Under the high platform.
Ren saw the old goat, the axe-man Alex, the magician Roland, the one-armed killer Kelvin...many of the extraordinary people from Farolan had tears in their eyes.
Karl looked up and stared at the fire dragon flag, infinite memories flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly laughed:
"Do you know? I never bother to say anything about letting people die, because it is not necessary. There are thousands of reasons to retreat, but there is only one reason to stick to it."
"This is Faloran, and we are here!"
Karl's sonorous and powerful words touched people's hearts.
He pointed to the west, staring there with death-like eyes, and a terrifying murderous aura shot straight into the sky:
"So, everyone in the audience, please listen to me! I don't want to talk nonsense anymore. Today, the Kingdom of Faloran officially declares war on the demons. It will not end until death!"
"What's wrong with Prince Milo? What's wrong with Christian! I don't need to know who the enemy is, I just want to tell you! As a human being, you should stand upright to the heaven and the earth. The strong do not respect heaven and do not believe in God!
As the Sun King said, human knees are not for kneeling!
So, let me tell you, the enemy is over there, in the southern plains! Crush them for me! ! "
The Purgatory Butcher's words, which were full of iron-blooded meaning and shocking murderous intent, shook everyone's minds, and the scene suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Then.
Renn heard an earth-shattering cry like a tsunami.
"Crush them!! Crush them!"
"Oh...oh!! Haha, crush them!!"
The boiling blood, generous spirit, and passionate fighting spirit spread to the entire square. The crowd's shouts resounded through the sky, and the condensed momentum seemed to pierce the sky.
Ren looked around and found that everyone was shouting, roaring, and laughing like crazy.
Some people with tears in their eyes hugged each other, and even the old goat's eyes were red, and he shouted fanatically, shouting "His Majesty Charles, Long live the Emperor" and other words.
"My comrade, long time no see."
Alex, the Faloran Axe, jumped onto the black altar, with tears in his eyes, and gave Carl a hug.
Immediately afterwards, one after another extraordinary people jumped onto the black high platform, some of them were very strange, but almost all of them were master-level extraordinary people, and they seemed to be quite old.
"I'm back, my hometown of Farolland." A master with unshaven beard and half-white hair kissed the land.
"Haha, and me, I'm back!" A master looked up at the fire dragon flag with a look of nostalgia on his face.
The handsome magician Roland, the one-armed killer Kelvin... a number of older extraordinary beings jumped onto the black platform.
"Karl, long time no see."
"Alex, it turns out you, this reckless man, are still alive."
The comrades who were scattered all over the place reunited under the fire dragon flag and hugged each other. Even Karl's eyes were red as he hugged the comrades who had shared life and death together.
"What a bullshit demon! Just kill Ji Qi!"
"Crush them!! I like this sentence!"
"Oh oh oh... oh oh oh oh! Long live your majesty!!"
The bloody evil spirit on these butchers has almost condensed into substance.
The murderous intention spread like a roaring wave, the fire dragon flag fluttered in the wind, and the shouts and roars echoed in the night sky, and the murderous intention contained in them shocked people's hearts.
Ren and Artoria looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh: "These guys are really a bunch of lunatics."
He had no doubt that even if there was an abyss of hell ahead, these former knights would still dare to hold hands, sing unyielding war songs, and move forward without flinching.
There was also a wave of excitement in Artoria's eyes.
With the light of her soul, she felt even deeper. The terrifying belief that was condensed on the Fire Dragon Flag, running across the battlefield, and moving forward even made her feel a sting.
'This is the Knights of the Fire Dragon, who were once as famous as the Knights Templar. '
Michelle, the Holy White Sword, still had a paralyzed face, but there was a hint of shock in his eyes.
He finally understood why the St. Joan Empire did not choose to go to war with the Kingdom of Falorland a hundred years ago, and has never been able to eliminate this country that has repeatedly opposed the church and is full of heretics and unbelievers.
Once a fight breaks out, even if the church wins, it will still have to pay the price with blood.
side of the square.
A young man with a handsome face and refined temperament, carrying a long sword filled with cold light, stood silently in the noisy crowd, staring at the people on the black high platform.
This young ranger from the Natural School holds a pen and notebook in his hand, and is constantly recording:
On December 5, 312 in the natural calendar, Karl Mordred, on behalf of the Kingdom of Falorland, officially declared war on the demons in the Roman Civic Square under the gaze of everyone.
The Fire Dragon Knights are reunited... It may not be objective to say this, but I still can't imagine what such a group of people will do when they appear on the battlefield...
In a dark alley.
"Phantom Princess" Ariel leaned against the wall, listening to the shouts. Her bloody eyes stared at another companion in the corner:
"Tess, do you still think we can win?"
Duke Theis, whose long hair danced like flames, was silent.
Even standing here, he could feel the murderous aura on the black altar in the square that condensed like a blade, daring to step on everything, wash the world with blood, and slaughter all living beings.
The tyranny and cruelty are so extreme that it makes one's body feel cold.
The bloodthirsty and warlike Duke of Theis is not afraid, but he also realizes that Farrowland is a tough nut to crack, and those who dare to underestimate this national server will definitely suffer a loss.
"We just watch like this and don't do anything to combat their arrogance?"
Listening to the roars in Roman Square, the vampire Duke Tes frowned and clenched his fists.
"There are too many human masters in this city, and not many saints are lurking here. Grand Duke Alvis is not going to interfere. If we rush forward, we won't be able to kill those madmen."
In the shadows on the other side, the muscular werewolf Duke Gustav said helplessly.
The city is the territory of human beings, let alone a top big city like Merova City. He, Tais, and Ariel, the three dark dukes, can still jump out and cause trouble in a small city like Wilton City.
Here, I'm afraid I won't even be able to ride any waves before being beaten to death.
Ariel closed her eyes and felt something. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face as pale as cold flames, and she put a finger on her lips as red as blood:
"Shh, please be quiet. Grand Duke Alvis doesn't want to get into trouble, but that doesn't mean that other His Highnesses do the same."
"you mean……"
Blood Duke Theis and Werewolf Duke Gustaf looked at each other, and the two demon Dukes immediately calmed down.
On the west side of the square, under the black altar.
A man whose face was so pale that there was no trace of blood and wearing a black windbreaker jumped onto the high platform.
"Uh uh..."
The man roared like a beast, his eyes flashed with faint purple light, his fingers were like claws on his neck, and the expression on his face was extremely distorted.
Thick black mist overflowed from his mouth and nose, and the dark and moist breath seemed to come from the abyss of purgatory.
Everyone soon discovered that he was abnormal.
Bang bang... bang!
In an instant, there was a loud sound of gunfire, and the deacons in the 7th Bureau immediately pulled the trigger. Silver hunting bullets were shot at the body of the man in the trench coat, and scarlet blood shot out.
"Haha... the light will eventually die, but the holy blood will be immortal!"
A strange smile appeared on the face of the man in the trench coat, which was dripping with blood. He knelt on the ground, opened his arms, and his whole body suddenly burned with black flames.
"He is making a sacrifice, stop him quickly!" someone shouted.
Director Jones immediately pulled out a silver sword and rushed towards the man in the trench coat. The bright sword light tore through the night and slashed at the man in the trench coat like a bright moon!
Unfortunately it was too late, the man in the trench coat's flesh, flesh and clothes were burned instantly.
Boom~
A purple-black shadow shot out from his body like a light, drowning out the sword light and knocking Jones out until he vomited blood!
Unabated, the purple-black light beam shot diagonally toward the sky, turning the sky black. With a crash, a pair of black wings hundreds of meters long, like the wings of a fallen angel, suddenly opened.
The pair of black wings covered the sky and sun, as if opening the door to purgatory.
Weird purple-black smoke spurted out from the black wings, filling the sky and dimming even the light of the stars and moon.
Countless gray streams of light quickly spawned in the void, eventually intertwining and condensing into a twisted and terrifying shadow.
Here comes a big guy... In the crowd, Ren reacted very quickly, grabbed Artoria and started to retreat.
The twisted black shadow was a hundred meters high, with a pair of fallen angel-like wings behind it. Under the cover of the dark wings, the temperature dropped sharply.
The black figure suddenly opened his eyes, filled with a strange purple light, and looked down at the crowd in the square:
"Shiver, ants!"
