The blood-red sky, the blood-red earth, the blood-red spear, the blood-red world, the blood-red enemy in front of me, gradually hazy consciousness, was only a piece of blood-red left at this time.

"His Majesty!"

"Ah...Who is calling? Who is Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"It's getting closer...who are you calling? Am I..."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Damn it! It turned out to be the damn necromancer! Retreat!"

"Dirty Devil! Get out of Yashan!"

Lying on the ground, the knight whose heart was completely crushed, listened to the shrill roars in his ears, the sound of panic footsteps, the harsh fighting sounds, and the call of rapid urgency, the consciousness that had gradually fallen into darkness slowly recovered, and the eyes blurred by blood slowly opened...

call!

But the first thing that caught his eye was a large ball of deep dark green light. As the light burst out, a large group of demons turned into a pile of white bones in an instant. Soon, waves of dull sound of horse hooves came into the knight's ears.

Tatta~~~

"Your Majesty! You haven't..."

As the sound of horse hooves approached, a necromancer who looked over forty years old, wearing a purple-edged black robe, thin, pale, slightly sunken with cheeks, carrying a jastic staff carved with skeletons, rode a skeleton horse into the knight's pupils that began to scatter. At this moment, the necromancer was also followed by more than ten death knights with black swords, black armor, and countless undead...

"His Majesty!!"

Seeing the knight covered in blood and lying on the ground dyingly, the undead mage who came beside him immediately turned over and dismounted, but when he half-squatted down and witnessed the blood hole the size of a fist in the left chest of the knight immediately showed a deep sadness and anger on his face.

"hateful!!!!"

Suddenly, the necromancer roared angrily, and then hit the ground hard. At this time, the knight had already lost almost all his consciousness, and even the name of the necromancer had no strength to think about it. In theory, he should have returned to Ellath's arms, but the knight seemed to be obsessed with something, and he opened his eyes with all his strength, and his lips were shaking regularly...

"Your Majesty... do you want to... no... no..."

As if he knew what the knight wanted to express, the necromancer suddenly said a few words in panic, and then quickly stood up. However, the knight had gained strength from somewhere, and he slowly raised his right arm, as if the drowning man wanted to be rescued, and he reached out to the necromancer...

"Your Majesty... you are the most beloved son of Ellath, you are the most glorious emperor of Yashan, you are the most dazzling sun in the sky, don't... make that choice... Your Majesty, rest in peace! Return to the embrace of light with glory and tranquility! Don't walk on that tragic road..."

At this time, the necromancer was like a priest praying for the dead, looking at the knight who stretched out his right arm to him with sad face, but the knight was still stretching his arm persistently, and strange bloodshots began to spread out in his eyes...

"Your Majesty...my research has not been completely completed... do you... really want to make that choice?"

Suddenly, the expression on the face of the undead mage was no longer sadness and compassion, but a gloomy or decadent look. Hearing his words, the knight's lips trembled even more violently. Soon, a trace of scarlet blood and tears slowly flowed down the corners of his eyes...

"Is that right... Your Majesty... Tell me, what is your choice?"

Just as the knight could no longer hold on and his arm suddenly fell, the undead mage's somewhat dry arm then caught it. In the end, he made the last question with a hint of expectation...

"Ahem..."

Soon, the knight whose chest began to fluctuate violently suddenly let out a faint roar from his throat, then gritted his teeth hard, and used all his strength to hold the cross that had been hanging on his chest with his left hand, then pulled it hard, and threw it away with his last trace of his mind...

Gudong ~

In the end, the shining golden cross rolled into a pool of blood, completely losing its original luster.

"Then... goodbye forever, my Majesty... prepare to welcome the unknown newborn..."

Quiet!

After a faint sigh, the sunset completely sank into the earth, the shrill crows let out a ridiculous scream, and the flying black feathers scattered into the entire space in an instant...

"ah!"

After a low growl full of fear, Arucardo broke free from his dream again. He also slowly lowered his right hand holding his eyes as last time. As a result, a large piece of scarlet blood caught his eyes, and he cried again...

"Why... why is it a dream again... Why is the closer I get to that place, the more I feel what... is it the truth?"

After condensing the blood back into his body, Arucardo no longer felt sleepy, and then slowly stood up and walked towards the door of this room without any light.

"Have you rested?"

But as soon as he opened the thick door, he found a waiter in a black dress had already been waiting outside the door.

"What's the matter?"

"The Count asked me to wait here. When you wake up, you asked me to tell you that you hope you can go to the conference room."

"knew."

After replying lightly, Arucardo took a step towards the direction where the conference room was. Although it was evening at this time, his shadow, with his back facing the sunset, did not change at all, and he was still dragging straight behind him...

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Late at night, Unicorn Empire, West Bank of the Somme, Cracia City

Due to the great defeat at the Iron Curtain Fortress not long ago, the Griffin Principal had to transfer a considerable portion of the troops arranged in the Unicorn Empire to the southern front, which also quickly transformed the Griffin Principal, which was originally on the offensive, into defense. It is not a strange thing to build a defense line along the Somme River. Moreover, due to the large number of elite NPC legions, a large part of the pressure on this defense line was carried down by the [Fire and Sword] guild. Fortunately, the discipline and strength of the [Fire and Sword] players are very good compared to other guilds, so they can barely maintain the situation by fighting against one empire and another giant guild with one or two one-stop strength.

The city of Krasia, located about 30 kilometers on the west bank of the Somme River, is the central support point of the entire defense line, and is also the location of the frontier command of the [Fire and Sword] Guild. It is also the logistics turnover center of the overall defense line. Its importance is self-evident. Therefore, [Fire and Sword] specially arranged nearly 100,000 players and NPCs to be stationed in the city. At the same time, a large number of strongholds, fortresses, and sporadic troops have been carefully built on the periphery.

"General Hu Bei, the guild's new magic cannons of 132 155mm caliber allocated by the 132 new magic cannons of the [Ghost Bee] have been in place and are now stored in the warehouse. If they can set off on time tomorrow, they are expected to be shipped to various frontier cities and fortresses in four days."

"Yeah, very good."

After listening to the words of the quarantine officer in the combat command room, Hu Bei, who was already sixty years old and had a little gray hair and beard, nodded slightly, then turned to look at the map on the table, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Oh~~ I didn't expect it to be like this... It seems that I have always overestimated myself in the past."

Hu Bei is a real soldier and a real general. In the past decades of military career, Hu Bei has participated in very few wars. Even if there are, it is basically some small-scale conflicts. But this is impossible. After all, the whole world is still in a peaceful era. For soldiers like him, it is indeed a helpless era. So after retiring from the army without any results, Hu Bei felt that his life was terrible, until he was invited by his grandson to enter this game...

Hubei's grandson was a senior commander of the [Fire and Sword] Guild. It happened to be a month since the war began. With his enthusiastic recommendation, Hubei entered the game with a try-watch heart. After learning about his identity, Adolf, who had been suffering from insufficient number and quality of commanders, immediately put down everything in his hand and made the most affectionate invitation.

Finally, at the warm invitation of Adolf, Hu Bei finally nodded and joined his guild. Although he was only one level at that time... but after decades of soldiers, his command level was obviously much higher than that of ordinary players who became monks halfway through the road. At least there would be no logistics chaos, uneven numbers, and panic at any time. Hu Bei himself also liked this kind of life that he had longed for for a long time. In just one month, he won several beautiful victories.

"I've told Adolf a long time ago that he would persuade the hot-headed grand duke not to fight a tug-of-war with the enemy under the Iron Curtain Fortress, but... I didn't expect that both of them were hot-headed guys, and they really lost the battle they shouldn't have lost!"

After unwilling to beat the map with his fist, Hubei finally barely calmed down. Now he is the commander-in-chief of the Somme River defense line. The task assigned to him by Adolf is to defend this defense line. He shouldn't have been willing to hide on the defense line. He is a general who advocates attack, and his temporary defense is just for a better counterattack in the future.

Swallowing ~~~

Suddenly, just as Hu Bei continued to study the strategic map, faint sounds of bats and flapping their wings suddenly came out of the window. Although his level was very low, the natural sensitivity of the soldier made him notice something was wrong, so he immediately walked to the window.

"Um!?"
Chapter completed!