I'm such an old god, so sorry

In short, she is hungry.

Fatisina took out a nutrient in her mouth, and while controlling the wing of the dawn to descend, connected to the communication channel of Marshal Nokras.

"Fatisina, what's the matter?"

"Marshal, you should remember the honorable Hram that was suspected to have killed Lord Taran Bethejon."

"...Yes, I have been following that Sirius team."

The other side was silent for a moment and replied.

"Because of lack of information, I can't determine if it was the demon lord he killed. The teacher said that it is difficult for me to accept it both rationally and emotionally."

"But you didn't put them into the Blue Knight team. A series of missions proved the ability of that Sirius team."

As Fatisina said, her eyes curled slightly, showing an inconspicuous smile.

An emotion called pride breeds in the heart, and Fatisina seems to have experienced every record of virtue.

"...Well, this time the mission of defending the allies of the Crusade Army is also done beautifully. One fighter plane caused the loss of the demon's small fleet, and I can't pick him out..... Tisina, what do you mean by this."

"I think Wings of Dawn's defense force is insufficient."

Fatisina immediately said sternly.

"Insufficient? Are you aware of any danger?"

Marshal Nokras's tone became urgent, and when it came to the wings of dawn, no high-level dark angel would take it lightly.

"Don’t be aware of it. Although Wings of Dawn has not been attacked by the devil yet, the marshal asks you to consider it carefully. This time the demon’s combat style seems to have changed a lot, not to mention that we are now in the deep abyss domain and we have not encountered an attack. When the demon attacks the Wings of Dawn with an offensive that exceeds the previous intensity, the current guard force is likely to be insufficient, and by then it will be too late to send additional reinforcements.

Obviously it was to satisfy her own selfish desires, but Fatisina explained with a very fair reason, but she couldn't fault it.

"Hmm...you are right, no matter how detailed the protection of the wings of the dawn is, I will mobilize another group of elite blue knights to incorporate..."

"Marshal Nokras."

Fatisina interrupted: "I hope that Sirius team will be incorporated into the guards of Wings of Dawn."

"Why? They are not blue knights, but humans."

Nokras said awkwardly that this old-school dark angel not only regarded himself as the remnant of Hram, but also had a distrustful prejudice against races other than Tianyi.

"But it's stronger than the average blue knight, isn't it? In addition, despite the different races, the Secret Realm of the Sky is already a universal nation, and Honor Hram is also part of us."

Fatisina retorted. She pursed her lips and persuaded:

"Marshal, you should pay attention to Honor Hram. They are also our compatriots. In the Twilight Battle, we need to gather all our strengths and incorporate Honor Hram into the core of the Wings of Dawn Guards. The Sirius forces and even our human allies feel the sincerity of the dark angels..."

Fatisina’s words were righteous, as if she had already regarded Jingduan as a family member, but before meeting Xiude, Miss Lucifer had never cared about the honorable Hram group.

"........."

Nokras thought for a while, he felt that Fatisina was right, but he always felt that the dark angel girl seemed to have another purpose.

But Lucifer of the Dark Angels is absolutely trustworthy. Nokras is not an old stubborn who can't listen to others. The Dark Angel Army does not practice dictatorship.

"I know your request. If there is no problem with the political trial, the Sirius team will join the Dawn Wing Guard."

"Thank you Marshal for listening."

"It doesn't matter, everything is to welcome the dawn of dawn."

"Yes, Wanqi dawn."

Fatisina replied formulaically, the speed of the machine core speeding up a bit.

Chapter 49 Let them feel pain

After the demon's plan of ambush was defeated, the coalition forces counterattacked in retaliation, so that the subsequent advancement can only be described by singing forward.

On several fronts, the dark angels don't need to mention it. People led the whole family with a wave of offensives and even the demons were frightened. All the scattered obstacles were ruthlessly shattered by the expeditionary army.

On the side roads, the dragons and the Holy Clan and some of the allies that the Silver Moon elves came spontaneously, it was easy to solve some loose resistance. The 39th Twilight Battle of the Dark Angel seemed to be very good at first.

The legendary black dragon Lennargosa even uttered the slogan "We are not fighting, but taking a military walk."

Of course, this is obviously inflated. Even the most common soldiers of Dark Angel know that the demons are shrinking their fronts. The vast abyssal realm does not lack strategic depth. The demons can cede the entire airspace to the coalition forces and then pass the home field. Advantages use various means to fight the enemy.

The current ease is only temporary, and the real challenge is still brewing in Setimontan.

"So... our ambush did not achieve the desired effect?"

In the Lord’s Hall of the Castlevania Fortress, Edmundch, Lord of the Cinders, sat on the central seat. Layers of lava were covered with red-brown crystals. This was supposed to be the common chamber of the Demon Lords. Of course, this is more normal for the devil in the case of the Cinder Lord alone.

Edmund slid across the books on the desk with the metal handguard, and the urn sounded.

"Yes, those lizards' counterattack was quite fierce. Because of your previous order, our troops tried to avoid the heavy losses before Symentitan, so I gave the order without authorization to withdraw the army."

The lanky demon with a goat skull bent over and said, waiting for the master's response.

"Tart—"

The sparks that burst out of the ember lord's armor fell on the ground, making a crisp sound, and under the pitch-black helmet, the unclean ember flame that was Edmund's body gushing vigorously.

"The dragon? It's been a long time since I went home. When did these arrogant creatures form an alliance with humans and establish the so-called kingdom?!"

Edmonkey's mood should be surprised, but because of the characteristics of the ember lord, his tone is still like the noise of flames.

After the suspicion, it was the rage of the Cinder Lord:

"Since even the dragons that slaughter our people and livestock can be accepted, why can't you give me a little more trust, ahhhhh...I did not betrayed! You betrayed me!"

"The glory of shit! Gladiolus, you never gave me the glory that I deserve!!"

Edmundge was indignant. He drew out his great sword and smashed the red stone case table, but he did not cause other damage. Obviously, the Cinder Lord knew he was in an incompetent rage, or his current body could no longer be produced. Many emotions fluctuated. Although the inner flame was unclean, the outer appearance was cold armor.

It is both protection and the pitch black armor of the cage.

Tethered a monster named Edmond, who was once a human and now a demon prince.

Baphomet knelt on one knee and did not persuade him. He has been following Edmund for four hundred years. He knows a little bit about the master’s previous things, but he thinks it’s better not to know so much. Now Edmund Qi is the Lord of Cinders, nothing more.

"Ha, ha ha ha...Since the sword orchid has never given me glory, then I will take it personally... But when has the kingdom of those gods become so powerful? The journey is so long and chaotic, I am about to confuse the past!"

Edmonkey's sharp metal fingers clenched and loosened repeatedly, and finally the Cinder Lord weakly leaned on the lava throne.

"How many Chaos Knights do we have?"