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William I's eyes suddenly froze, and blazing white flames spurted out from his throat, threatening to burn his vocal cords and his head to ashes. This "Hand of Order" was not willing to sit still and wait for death. His spirituality was still there.

A golden law is outlined in the sky:

"Any form of fire attack is prohibited here!"

However, William I once again made a wrong decision under the teasing of fate. In this blink of an eye, he should immediately integrate himself into the laws of the future "Black Emperor" densely packed in the mausoleum.

Ask for help instead of trying to confront the war angel in front of you head-on with the doom curse of an enhanced "Angel of Destiny".

Almost as soon as the order was formed, the flames burning on Medici's body and sword had a tendency to extinguish, but he didn't care at all. Before William I said "violators should be punished!", he

The long sword in his hand cut off William I's neck with blazing white flames. The escaped fire flew around in a circular shape, and the entire inverted mausoleum was enveloped in blazing fire in an instant.

One's own good luck is the enemy's misfortune. "Destiny" is different from the misfortune of "darkness". Destiny always requires comparison to show the advantages and disadvantages. Only by seeing the misfortune of others can one realize one's own luck.

"Oh, William, little William who loves to cry and is rigid."

We were all acquaintances once, and we spent time together during Solomon's First Empire. Although Marquis William at that time was not even qualified to enter the eyes of the Red Angel, he was willing to use the tone of an acquaintance with unique meaning to say goodbye to each other at this time.

Hit the road.

Medici flew up and kicked the head to pieces, and the spiritual blood and brain tissue exploded on the ground. He threw the long sword casually, and nailed the headless body that was trying to turn away to the dark ground.

On the stone bricks, the kind-hearted Hongtian used blazing white fire to help William I complete the cremation and speed up the time for the extraordinary characteristics to be released. The spirituality of the escaped "Judge" pathway was instantly replaced by the remaining adjacent pathways in this mausoleum.

The legacy is devoured.

Red Angel looked at this ancient mausoleum and sneered, whether with emotion or sarcastic laughter:

"You traitors who follow the wind, I thought I could kill you in the Fourth Age."

Are you forced to rebel? Or are you forced to take sides? Surrender because you are too weak? You can surrender, of course you can surrender! Then when others come to kill you for this crime in the future, don't defend yourself.

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Only by burning it all out can you gain the favor of power!

Bring your thoughts back to the present - the "Balancer" will definitely not overestimate his ability to oppose himself. From now on, the Augustus family will have the final say alone. It is a great thing, and I should really thank Hong

Angel!

Sauron's shadow suddenly stood up, with three heads close to the conqueror's back. The sun, the aura of corruption and sin surrounded him at the same time. Countless sunlight converged into a long spear and stabbed George III at the height. The king immediately made a decision

In response, the spear was twisted and crushed, without causing him any harm.

But the next moment, a sense of crisis suddenly erupted from his side and back. George III suddenly turned his head, and saw a version of himself growing out of the shadow behind him - another George III grew out, with blood-red eyes and a tinge.

The breath of horrific depravity and sin seems to be His reflection!

Medici whistled, several talismans exchanged positions back and forth in his palms and fingertips, and his eyes scanned the sky that had not yet been sealed.

"Servant of Secrets" joined the battlefield, and Zaratul quietly intervened with Sequence One of "Writer". Of course, the extraordinary items of Sequence One could not have an effective impact on a "conqueror" who was well prepared, but it was enough for him to

Behind the scenes, a drama was quickly written, dragging the red of war into the military situation, and performing it together with his own army of marionettes.

In this short period of time, Zaratul quickly retreated behind the scenes. His rough script had been completed. The projector in his hand projected a series of slides on the ground, starting with the army of marionettes descending from the sky.

The shadow of a silver-white scaleless giant snake hovered around Medici, its blood-red eyes looking directly at the huge shadow connected to the sky.

"Einhorn, help me keep an eye on Zaratul, and be ready to mobilize the army at any time."

War does not discriminate against deserters, it just leaves them to die.

Before he finished speaking, the swaying shadows around him suddenly became solid. George III had not yet accommodated his uniqueness, nor had he established a solid understanding of "emperor", but he still had the ability to connect himself with the concept of the country.

It seems that resisting Him is equivalent to resisting a country! The twisted iron law descends from the sky, and the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom begin to overlap. Every law of the Emperor will be fulfilled here without reservation. The Emperor is the only one, and the Emperor is everything!

Medici suffered "spiritual puncture" damage? He had to retreat?

Seeing the change in the conqueror's appearance, such an idea appeared in everyone's mind.

This world is like this, everyone is struggling to grow like a plant.

"The abyss is coming," Einhorn said.

They quickly divided into small teams, separated the marionettes who had the numerical advantage, and wiped out these weird things in an orderly manner.

If necessary, when I become the Black Emperor, I can clear Edsac's name... George III thought that I could blame everything on the Witch Cult, so that Edsac would still have a partial name in the history books.

Positive images spread.

"If your great-grandfather knew what you were loyal to now, he would probably come out of the spiritual brand to teach you a lesson!"

George III reacted quickly, blocked the conqueror's sword, quickly turned around, and temporarily imprisoned his reflection with the law.

Bonova nodded, his spirituality was indeed not enough to maintain a sequence of manifestations for a long time.

The Earls of Rustin in history always seem to have had a fateful life. The poor little prince, who always looked at his father with reverence, must have been so sad and desperate after realizing that he was an abandoned son?

He did not hate this child, but rather liked the youngest son. However, before his own goal, he was willing to sacrifice all three of his children even if George III was asked to do so.

"Medici, what are you talking about? If you can't fight, just ask for help. The best we can do is laugh at you!"

Bonova stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful in the air, but found nothing. He grabbed another handful, but still only air. After repeating it several times, he grabbed the red-haired war angel Medici from the air.

The conquistador's ridicule aroused George III's irritability and anger:

In Intis, there is also a talisman burning in the hand of the God of Steam and Machinery, which is the "historical projection" presented by the Secret Order.

Unexpectedly, our ancestor William I died. This man who, to put it nicely, was ambiguous and wavering, and to put it worst, had no ambition at all but who had absolute say in the family, finally died. If he had continued to live, George III would have

Worry about the future

He was displeased by the seven gods. Will William I lead everyone to watch him being killed, and then calmly pay for the benefits, put everything on him, and cut ties with him? - George III smiled,

He thought of his third son Edsac who was sacrificed by him.

In Backlund Palace, George III's heart was beating fast.

He noticed the gaze of a marionette, glanced in this direction, then took something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground.

As soon as Medici appeared, his eyes quickly became alert. A metal cabin fell from above, and Medici got in without thinking. Then the door opened and he changed into a cabin made by the "Perfector".

The metal god descending container was completed, and he moved his joints a few times with satisfaction.

Although I don’t know who the Fool is, I’ll rule out Antigonus first.

Medici pressed his eyebrows, and the long sword in his hand spread out into flames. In the flames, it turned into a thin sword that seemed to have no fighting power and could only be carried around the waist as an ornament. Then, "Medici

" Arrogantly, he pushed back his long hair, and his originally iron-black eyes turned into emerald green. In the blink of an eye, War Angel's aura suddenly changed, and even his face seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

"Hey, little Zaratul is here too."

At the same time, the thin sword, which seemed to be just a decoration, stabbed diagonally from above Him, and Sauron's laughter was even one step slower than it:

"idiot!"

Becoming stronger does not rely on virtue but on cruelty. The more you want to reach high places, the more the roots of plants will extend to dark places. The more you want to thrive, the more corpses will be needed as nutrients. Just like the name of the plant.

The cruel gods of "power" are sacrificed, and the flames on the altar are burning brightly. What is waiting to be invested is their own sense of justice, kindness, kindness, soft-heartedness and other virtues, and even everything.

Then, the crowds of people came from nowhere, as if they fell from the sky or grew out of the ground, surrounding the army united around the conquerors. Upon closer inspection, these seemingly human and inhuman creatures seemed to

It is made up of human body parts and is

Some are simply pieces of paper. They twist their bodies weirdly, twitch their hands and feet, and emit sharp and unpleasant laughter. Layers of black lines hang down from the sky, connecting to the backs of these things, as if in

A ridiculous and comical puppet show on stage.

"Chike has joined the war." Medici said, "I think the two losers can stop them for a while. This historical projection can only last for a limited time. The Lord said that if you need it, you can pray to the 'Fool'. I have told you the name.

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Ourolius' good luck failed to stop a god, and the "original witch" arrived just in time.

Sauron's eyes swept over these twisted and weird puppets. He was not afraid of these little things, and the red of war was connected to the spirit of the commander, so he was naturally not afraid of them. This army was mainly composed of saints and middle-order ones.

The army was not even qualified to stand on the stage and confront the marionette army, but even if it looked directly at these things, it would not be affected by the angels manipulating behind the scenes. Although the commander's orders and combat style had changed, the well-trained

The military members still carried out His orders immediately.

War is an art of concentration and a game of groups, but this cannot be compensated by sheer numbers.

George III left an exit for him, and it seemed that he did not want the Red Angel to wreak havoc in his most important mausoleum. Of course, Medici was not willing to stay in such an unfavorable place, and immediately turned into a flaming meteor and left here.

Because his good luck was simply beyond the ordinary! The light of "spiritual puncture" was opened like a showerhead, and only a small part fell on Medici. Those two rays of light did not really hurt him, but only in an instant.

I felt severe pain in my head, but I did not lose consciousness, nor did I feel spiritually damaged.

"Medici has so many good things." Sauron muttered, picking through the charms in his hand, picked up one at random, and whispered, "Herding!"

He turned his head suddenly and saw a person in the distance who was hesitating. Intelligence showed that he was another angel from the Augustus family, the former Duke of Southwell, the "Balancer" of Sequence Two.

,Drink Augustus.

"What about you, two losers?" War Angel said with a smile, "Are you planning to die incognito?"

After a short period of silence, the next moment, the spirit of the "Black Emperor" in the mausoleum was activated. It is difficult to say whether George III, who was just taking action now, really just reacted because of his lack of combat experience, or whether he had some subtle personal emotions towards William I.

The irresistible iron law pressed down like a mountain, openings opened in the ground, swallowing up the ashes and spiritual brilliance that were slowly gathering.

In an instant, the kingdom of lust and sin spread under the red foot of war. The kingdom of George III was enveloped by the sticky evil that spread from bottom to top. Law and order were also covered with malice, and they were killing each other at this moment.
To be continued...