Infinite Gentleman

Sincerely sighed, and then began to go all out-like a whirlwind blowing quickly, and like the most magnificent dancer, pleasing to the eye-if anyone is engrossed in admiring the sincere battle on the battlefield, then he You will understand the true meaning of the profession of "Sword Dancer"!

Death, death, death, and then death, the people who wield the sword and dance brought endless death. The feeling was suffocating. The feeling that had not been felt for a long time once again controlled the brains of the followers of the evil god.

When the battlefield sincerely beheaded most of the Chaos Warriors, the remaining guys finally understood that they had provoked many great killers!

They felt it, fear.

When the first Chaos Warrior dropped his weapon and turned and fled, it was like an infectious disease. The remaining Chaos Warriors turned around one after another and ran in the opposite direction of the battlefield. Weeping like a group of little girls with their clothes torn.

With this group of "examples" and "models" taking the lead, the surviving Chaos Predators didn't hesitate to run as fast as they could.

The Chaos Fighting Gang is a bird and beast scattered. When the dim sunset shines on the battlefield, there will never be a living Cthulhu in the position of the Elius Legion!

"It's just... incredible."

The old general lifted the visor of his helmet, and then scanned the battlefield.

Large tracts of broken defenses were dotted with messy corpses and broken arms. The blood began to coagulate, thickened, and painted the surface dark red. Hundreds of chaos believers, together with their weapons and armor, remained on this land. The chaotic octagonal flag that was once flying high, hangs on the ground like garbage, no one cares about it.

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Chapter 10 Fanning the Flames

"Are we victorious?"

"It seems so, we won."

"In other words, won?"

"Yes, yes, I won!"

The soldiers put down their weapons in confusion, and then talked with each other, their voices getting louder and louder, and finally turned into uncontrollable cheers-victory.

Although it cannot be compared with the great victories in history that are enough to remember in history. However, this victory still made the soldiers feel excited.

However, this excitement only lasted for a while--

"Well, now is not the happy time, we still have a lot to do!" The old general Elius yelled loudly, waving his whip.

"Clean up the battlefield! Put all these blasphemy guys aside, and reinstall the horses, traps and mines. We have more battles to fight!

"Just like the general said, soldiers, let's keep working hard!" Zhanchangyuan sincerely stood up and responded like this.

The soldiers were worthy of the name of a professional army, stabilized in the shortest time, and then began to clear the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Compared with before, these soldiers are much more energetic. The army is really a monster that needs victory to fill it.

...

at the same time.

In the north, in the chaotic wasteland thousands of kilometers away, another victory is taking place.

Corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse corpse corpse corpse. The corpses are lined up, mountains and plains, layer upon layer, well-dressed Chaos warriors, extremely gorgeously-dressed champions of choice, large numbers of predators and enough monsters, and even fear to abuse bloodletters, Nash’s plague messengers and traitors The cowardly demon, the succubus of lust...The demon of these evil gods, messengers and the best fighters, at this moment, the fate is no different from that of mortals.

Death treats them equally.

On this hill of corpses stacked high, the slightly exhausted female warrior carried the collar of the only survivor and lifted it up:

"So, where is Wright Baldwin?"

She asked in an unquestionable tone:

"I, I don't know what you said Wright Baldwin, I just—"

In the next second, the long sword cut off his head. A chaos lord who had a high position in the chaos wasteland and ruled the roost, thus ended his ugly life.

Perhaps he still has many secrets to say, his treasure trove, the information of other Chaos Lords, and even the most important information about certain great demons and even the evil god himself.

These things were enough for someone else to buy his life-but it was different for this female soldier.

She didn't care about anything except Wright Baldwin. She didn't need anything, except Wright Baldwin. Except for him, everything is meaningless to her.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

After a burst of frantic roar. The female warrior, pale and in ominous black armor, set out again.

The goal is still the South. Not here, but another place. She will not stop until she finds the man she wants to find.

...

"...?!"

The battlefield had a sincere feeling.

"what happened?"

Seeing that the young man on the opposite side stopped moving, the old general who was playing against him asked with some worry.

"I don't know, um, it's just that I suddenly felt a little palpitating." Sincerely shook his head, and then replied: "I always feel that something bad is about to happen."

"You have the ability to predict?" the old general asked next.

"No, um...maybe, I don't know too much." Frowning sincerely, he replied like this: "This feeling...is not quite right anyway."

"Then you don't have to pay attention to it." The old general said: "A lot of the things you think are wrong are actually the traps of evil gods. If you really think according to their four paths, then you will be in the middle."

"……Ok."

Although it doesn't feel like that, I sincerely don't want to talk too much to this old general.

The stiff, granite-like guy in this head is more than 50 years old and has grandchildren.

But sincerely I feel that even if he is twice his age, he will not understand what love is.

"Well then, let's talk about business." Taking a random move of the chess piece, he continued: "To be honest, I think we can retreat now."

"Well, go on." Sincerely and unceremoniously ate one of his castles, and then said: "I'm listening."

"We just fought a good battle. The soldiers were brave and taught the chaos severely. But you should know that they will not give up casually.

What we defeated is only the vanguard of Chaos. Their main force has not yet come. And with our little manpower alone, there is absolutely no way to compete with it. "

"Well, what you said makes sense."

Nodded sincerely, and ate another car of the opponent: "However, the opponent has a lot of cavalry units, right?"