Dark Blood Age

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Martini is not as powerful and fierce as rumours from outside, but rather as a fine woman with an icy, snowy temperament all over her body.

Almost no signs of age can be found on its near-perfect face, and the long, light, golden hair of the waterfall floats behind it, softening in glow, not even the skin of the corner of the eye sees a hint of ageing, white as coagulation.

Many soldiers who meet it for the first time cannot help but take another peek and create an infinite emotion in their hearts: if the god is a woman, it must be beautiful and poignant, and all the men of the world will be mad about it!

Everywhere on it, as if no flaws had been found, everything was so perfect, jealous, heartwarming and intoxicating, and all that remained was one word:

exquisite!

Some say that if the gods spend a bit of energy and time creating the Qadans, then surely the remaining nine points of energy and time must have created the Martini!

It has also been said that Martini is the son of the gods, because its Cardinian horns are the first purple crystal color in the world to penetrate like the most beautiful gems in the world.

But legend has it that no one has ever been really close to it, that it has always been so cold and lonely, on the temple, before the high priest, heard that it also stands.

Rumors are not all hollow winds, just like today.

Martini does not ride any chariots or beasts, as if he always likes to stand where the wind swirls, letting the collar float with the wind, letting the ends of his hair brush his cheeks, deep eyes that make one never guess what it is thinking and what it wants.

But no one doubts what it can do.

King Hull's defeat, that arrogant deformed man's defeat, he's lost miserably, he's lost badly!

This soldier began in secret repair. Within two months, he shook the rebels of the world. One soldier has not yet stepped out of the desert. Within just two months, the 3,000-year-old Iron Connect continent lifted the lid filled with boiling water. The tsunami of the flag of the response to the infanticide order swept from the northernmost tip of the continent to the southernmost tip. Countless civilian Dalits Gaohuhul King, countless noble nights could not sleep, his heart trembled, and the emergency reports flown from each enclosure were piled full of Sun City, the entire continental empire, and like its sick old emperor, the wind and rain swayed.

The nobility of all the royal court understands that rebellion against infanticide is nothing more than a fuelling string, such as the raging force of fire. The real rebellion is what the Dalits call tyranny. To this end, they try to speed up the reign of the four princes and calm the anger of the world with the Cintiq Deng Pole, but in the end it is frightening to discover that this suddenly did not work. Miles of territory, hundreds of millions of people, those who do not even know what the fourteen princes look like, as if to identify it, King Hull!

This is something that the royal dignitaries can never tolerate. Can it be left to them to decide the throne!?

The Temple Gate is closed, and the Royal Military Order cannot even leave Sun City, because the Imperial Capital is also in the shake of the anti-infanticide, and the royal court nobles, who are frightened and frightened, have even proposed to make peace with Hulu in order to calm the turmoil as soon as possible and return to their original peaceful lives.

But all the crises disappeared as Martini returned to Sun City.

This military god, who has been away from the emperor for 20 years, and who, when he left, could hardly see any change in appearance, remains so sophisticated and cold.

When its flag departed from Cité Soleil, riots everywhere subsided, some rebels even heard its name hundreds of miles apart, the frightened shit peed on the spot, not to fight, only a few wars, the decimated rebels didn't even see the shadow of Martini himself, and it collapsed a thousand miles, defeating the ground.

And today, King Hull's army, which has made the royal dignitaries the heads of nightmares, finally lost.

Martini, who once saved the empire from the fallen millennium, once again proved the legend of the name of his god.

Indeed, the Hull rebels, who had just emerged from the desert, were weak to the extreme, unable to strike a single blow, did not need to lay down the famous death line of the gods of the army, did not even need to lay any form of formation, and by virtue of the 300,000 elites of the royal court, one mouthful of spit was enough to kill them.

But before that, who would have guessed that Hull would come out of the desert? Nobody!

The millions of troops temporarily assembled by the Royal Court scattered on the long desert edge line, surrounded Derriffron and Aldouro with water leakage, thought that there could be no more leakage, in case nothing was lost, who thought that, as soon as Martini arrived, 300,000 elite Chen soldiers were drawn here?

Many royal nobles in private banquets used to laugh at a military god who had exiled for 20 years with a joke in his mouth. I'm afraid he forgot everything the war beasts ate, he didn't know how to fight!

It's a big joke to assume that Hull will emerge from this place, and a little bit of military common sense would make it clear that this place must not be chosen as an exit by Hull.

But the truth is, all the royal nobles were slapped hard!

Hull really emerged from here, and then went down to the next thought, if according to their cloth defense, Hull's army could rest from the loose, and then barely have to engage with the millions of armies they served, God could unwittingly pluck directly into the empty Emperor Sun City!

Just think about it, many people are already sweating cold and soaking wet behind their backs, and if Hull goes inland and hits Tito directly, it's all over.

Fortunately, Prince Hull, as devilish as the devil, was seen by Martini at a glance. What an imperial privilege!

The nobles of the royal court, a little further away, rubbing sweat beads on their foreheads, looking in awe and complexity at the flying martini, wondering whether its indifferent expression is a regret born from the invincibility of the world's enemies?

So lonely as snow?

On the frightened side of the aristocracy, there is obviously a man who is different, or out of line with the service of the Continental State, wearing a heavy blue armor, sitting on a fierce battle horse, holding the handle of a sword with his left hand and looking cold below.

There, of the 300,000 troops of Wang's royal court, Hull and the man were bathed in blood and drowned to death.

“Lord Merle.” Her voice was a little low, "she said.“ What about what I want? ”

Martini turned slightly, without turning back, and waved gently to the side where the nobles gathered.

At this time, a young Englishman dressed in fine armor, with an everlasting faint smile, took over the waiter to pay tribute to the delivery of the golden box, rode the Warcraft, came to the midst of Martini and the green armored man, handed forward slightly, with a hint of kingship, clearly said: “Lord of the Night Cavalry, our cooperation was pleasant, the Continental Empire adhered to the covenant, it is now yours. ”

The green armored man loosened the sword's left hand and took over the golden box. He reached out his right hand and gently opened it. The golden ray of light plunged her eyes.

In the box, lying quietly on an ancient long bow with no arrows, silent as death.

She gently touched the bow with a pair of armor gloves on her right hand, then closed the box, spinning a circle and stuffed it into the sack on the horse's side, silent throughout the process.

At this moment of opening, a strong desire flashed in the eyes of the young Englishman of the Continental Empire, and his body moved a little earlier, but a voice immediately awakened him:

“Night Lord, no one has truly tamed it since ancient times, and it is an ominous thing.” Martini said softly that emotion had no wave, as if that simple bow had no effect on it.

“Thank you for your advice.” The blue armored man responded with words like gold, and her every move showed that she had not been affected in any way.

Martini shook his head gently and looked back at the fierce battlefield underneath, and a moment later it faded to his black-clothed servant: “Come on, the war is over here. ”

Young Englishman of the Continental Empire, looking at the battlefield full of arrows, still struggling so desperately, frowned slightly, "Lord Moon? ”

Martini doesn't seem to want to talk to it, but for some reason, he stopped and turned back slightly: “Since I promised the Seven Princesses, I won't let you down, they will all die. I also hope that you will keep your promise to bring Hull's body back to Sun City in its entirety and hand it over to the Seven Princesses, in honor of the King. ”

The young man smiled slightly and said with certainty: “I am in a hurry. The 14th brother is untamed, but he is royal after all. Even if you do not speak to the Seven Princesses, I will take him to the Imperial Palace to bury him. ”

Martini still turned back indifferently and arrogantly, as if everything was indifferent, and whether Hull was dead or alive was just a “yes”.

The young man's eyes flashed a little gloomy, and an old nobleman beside him hastily interrupted the topic: “The army led by Hull has become weak to the extreme. Today, the Lord of the Moon is placing a deadly line. There is absolutely no chance of luck. An old man like me can see the Lord of the Moon's sealed magic line in his lifetime, and there is no regret that he will go to the world of death. ”

The old aristocracy was about to appease the young man, and when Hull came out of the desert, he had no need for the legendary death line, and now Meltini, in order to make a commitment to the Seven Princesses, had taken greater insurance and had no need to worry, and it was also an implicit reminder to the young man that the god could not commit random crimes, at least until the rebellion had been completely calmed down.

The young man glanced at the old nobleman and obviously understood what it meant, but in a curious tone, he joked slightly and said: “Indeed, when I was a child, I heard that Lord Tsukuba had initially called it the Seal of God. He also caused the great priest to get a breath and drop several plates, when it was really strange. ”

The face of the old aristocrat was instantly white, and the hard part was scared by the young man's words to say one more word.

But Martini was so indifferent, as if there was nothing left to disturb it in the world.

But at this time, a purple gold knight who is constantly focused on the battlefield suddenly points to a fiery shadow in the battlefield and loses his voice:

“Somebody's accelerating, it's breaking through! God, it's still accelerating, 31, 38, 100... not counting, hundreds of riding moments at least! ”

The smile on the young man's face faded and his divine colour looked in the direction indicated by the Purple Gold Knight.

The blue armored man was silent just now, but no one saw her right hand tremble slightly.

Martini to leave, through his body, looking at the shadow of the shower fire like an arrow on the battlefield heavily surrounded by 300,000 armies, his deep eyes flashed a sharp flash, gently reaching out his left hand, a long waterfall spread, a cluster of light in his palm, like a life with countless tsunamis.

“First array, break! ”

“Third spin arm, break! ”

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“Thirteenth hook, break! ”

The Purple Gold Knight's faithful voice rang again and again in alarm. The fire line shadow broke down all the royal formations in layers, causing the nobles of the highlands to turn their attention and marvel.

The figure dragged a trace of blood from the ground, the “riding beast” beneath his crotch, high as a blood arrow, finally rushed out of the outermost army formation.

A dusty lonely ride, like a straight line, pulls straight and fast to the distance.

Behind him, overlapping armies quickly joined together, shielding themselves like clouds, blocking the gap.

“Fine, not Hull.” At the last minute, the young man's slightly nervous eyes finally loosened, grinning: “It's the deformed man, run away, but it's just a clown, preaching, don't go after it, it won't make it back and forth. ”

Seeing clearly who it was, Martini seemed not to care if a deformed man broke out, it seemed to care only about killing Hull, slightly holding the light of his hand, below, the black-pressed army burst out a brilliant glow of power, originally filled with arrows Hull and all the remaining knights, including the cavalry brought by the deformed man, suddenly submerged, with only a sharp hiss.

Only one escaped, though imperfect, but ultimately the end was achieved.

The royal nobles gently let down their raised hearts.

At this time, observing the purple gold knight on the battlefield, he said carefully: “His Highness the Prince, Lord Lunar Sir, that, the deformed man, seems to have stopped. ”

“What?” The old nobleman next to the young man looked at it with little interest, indicating that he should leave the deformed man alone and keep an eye on Prince Fourteen Hull.

“No, not stop!” The Purple Golden Knight suddenly shouted, "It's watching the battlefield, it's back, it's accelerating again! ”

When the young man pushed the Purple Gold Knight away, he looked at the figure who had escaped from the 300,000 army formation and laughed: "What does it want? One against 300,000 troops! Is it crazy? ”

The royal court's noble, nearby protégé, all of us, at this moment, rise together and cast a shocking gaze beyond the black-pressed army.

There, in the dust, in the cold starlight, on the burning battlefield, that riding shadow rushed into the 300,000 armies waiting in a very powerful scene.

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There's more tonight.

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