Invade the white dove

The white bear without a command waved its hands indiscriminately. After the initial panic, the Garman soldiers had already figured out the white bear's attack routine. Dozens of people surrounded a bear. Although there were casualties, it was not impossible for them to win.

And those soldiers who did not have the protection of the white bear were forced to face Garman's most elite infantry.

The battle turned around in an instant.

Gaman's soldiers shouted loudly, although their throats had already been filled with the sweet smell of blood due to excessive roaring, everyone's faces were already filled with joy of victory, and they had all seen Gaman's victory.

The Duke's arrival gave Garman his first victory since the spring!

In the chaos, Utur searched for the enemy commander who had just rolled off the bear's back.Finally, under a fallen bear corpse at the edge of the battle, he found the young man who was being supported by his subordinates and tried to escape from the battlefield.

Without hesitation, he pierced the guard's throat with two swords. When the enemy commander was kneeling at his feet, crying and begging for forgiveness, Utur sneered, "You don't deserve it."

The rusty sword was lying across his chest, and he saw that he was about to pierce the enemy's chest, but the commander suddenly opened his hands and looked up at the sky: "Ao Shen, your believers are about to die in the hands of the devil, please give me the power to save you again." The power of the battle!"

"Aushen, I sacrifice my soul to you." After saying this, the coach closed his eyes, and two tears rolled down his cheeks.

"You and your god go to hell." Utur raised his sword point and stabbed at the pretendingly pious face.

However, what he didn't expect was that there was a sudden stop when he thrust forward, and his whole body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and he couldn't even move an inch.

A muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and the dazzling light dyed the entire sky platinum. Amidst a peaceful singing sound from nowhere, a boy in a white robe with wings behind him stepped out of the light.

With a gentle smile on the boy's face, his finger lightly touched the shoulder of the enemy commander, and the young man's broken right arm immediately recovered.The boy held a rhinoceros horn, and with every step he took, white lilies of the valley bloomed instantly on the ground.As the boy blew the horn in his hand, the corpses of the white bears that had fallen on the ground stood up staggeringly.

Standing up with him were those soldiers whose heads or necks had already been crushed by Gaman's scimitar.

For a moment, the Gaman soldiers and the soldiers of the Tundra Kingdom, whether alive or dead, were intimidated by the sound of the horn and could not swing their swords.

magic.

No, sorcery.

Utur gritted his teeth loudly, his muscles tensed, and beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from this invisible bondage.

The boy smiled and flew lightly in front of Utur. He has golden curly hair and blue eyes.

"Ulis," the boy said.The voice was like the sound of nature, and it was like a dull bell, knocking on Utur's heart, "Ulis, wake up, your mission in Gaman has been completed, and the Holy Court welcomes you back."

Huge, white wings surrounded Utur, and the boy opened his hands and smiled, as if waiting for a hug.

Utur suddenly found that the power that imprisoned him disappeared, he took two steps forward in confusion, and stretched out his hand to the boy as if bewitched.

"Julis, come back."

The boy smiled and nodded.

"Those who are already dead, wake up."

The boy took a deep breath, and the rhinoceros horn was blown thoroughly.

Deep whimpers and peaceful singing became the only voices on this battlefield.

Hundreds of bear corpses and thousands of enemy corpses also stood up at the boy's call, and moved forward step by step.

Utur's eyes were fixed on the horn in the boy's hand.

The boy seemed to be aware of it, raised his hands, and smiled at him: "Yes, Julius, this is the horn of the dead from the treasury of Ness. Although the king died, his soul returned to the Land of Elysium, so we get it from Kyle's hand." Thousands of magic implements were rescued. Julius, you did a good job."

Utur walked forward in confusion.

The smile on the boy's face became more and more obvious.

However, just when he was about to touch the boy's wings, a scream suddenly sounded.

Utur turned his head away.

The dead soldiers from the Tundra Kingdom swung their short swords and slashed and killed the Garman soldiers mercilessly.But all the Garman soldiers stood there in a daze, their hands and feet stiffened, and they looked desperately at the blades that were slashing at them.

Clusters of blood flowers bloomed in front of my eyes.

Utur woke up suddenly, clenched the rusty sword in his hand, and slashed at the boy.

The boy suspended in mid-air still smiled softly. He looked at the sword that Utur was slashing at him, and he didn't dodge or dodge. He just shook his head slightly, and cast his eyes on Utur with a little regret. .

"My child, if you don't wake up now, how many more crimes do you want to commit?"

"hypocritical!"

Utur yelled angrily, and realized that the rusty sword had become weak when it was about to touch the monster, so he closed it in time, his legs bent slightly in a lunge, and after a short period of power, he jumped up into the air, using With the strength of the fall, a sword slashed down on the head.

His figure is as nimble as a dove, and the scarlet light of the rusted sword is shining, unexpectedly splitting open the platinum holy light that wrapped the boy's body. After the move, the gentle look on his face was replaced by anger.

"Youlis, the Holy Court knows that you have been lurking for several months, and it will affect your mind to some extent. The envoy of Thoth specially sent me to pick you up, just to heal the damage to your soul!"

The boy shouted anxiously, but Utur didn't seem to hear it, and the sword became more and more fierce, even forcing the boy back all the way.

"Julis Kleis!"

The boy's voice sounded like a bell, the white wings spread out suddenly, and the strong wind blew up. Amidst a series of screams, countless Garman soldiers were swept up from the ground by the strong wind and thrown far away.

With sharp eyesight and quick hands, Utur inserted the rusted sword into the ground, and barely stabilized his body, but his feet were also blown off the ground by the strong wind, and only his hands were left, clutching the intricately patterned black gold sword hilt.

However, his fingers were also forced to loosen inch by inch in the constant wind.Just when he was about to be swept away by the gust of wind, the ruby ​​inlaid on the rusty sword's hilt suddenly shone faintly, and the brilliant red light enveloped Utur's whole body like spring water.

In this tender embrace like a lover, he suddenly burst out with indescribable strength, his feet were like magnets, and he stepped hard into the ground!

Utur glared at the pale boy who was urging the horn.

One step, another step, slowly walking towards the other party.

The scarlet light of the rusty sword gradually soaked in the platinum holy light.

"Julis Kles, in the name of God, wake up!" The boy's lips trembled, and he stepped back again and again, letting out a scream similar to the howling of an eagle from his throat.

Utur's chest was swollen, his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood gushed out, landed on the blade of Rusty Sword, and was absorbed by Rusty Sword in the blink of an eye.

"Go to hell!"

Utur swung his sword with all his strength, the scarlet red color instantly flourished.

The ear-piercing howls of ghosts and wolves fell silent for an instant.

With a sound of "clang", the headless corpse fell from mid-air, making a deep muffled sound.

Slowly, the boy's smooth and white skin turned into blue-gray, and the head that was rolling on the ground also turned into a finely carved stone.

Utur half-kneeled exhausted, with his rusty sword propped on the ground, gasping for breath.

His fierce eyes scratched everyone present.

"Kill him...kill, kill him!"

The enemy commander, who thought he could win the war with God's help, suddenly trembled when he was swept by Utur's sight.His composure disappeared in an instant, and he hid behind the guards, even his voice turned into a bend.

"He killed the Son of God, he is a sinner of blasphemy!"

Panting, Utur raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up staggeringly, pointed the tip of the rusty sword at the round, dough-like head of the enemy general.

His eyes swept over the resurrected soldiers from the frozen earth, the bloody Garman soldiers, the survivors who fought desperately with the undead, and finally stared at the enemy coach who fled in embarrassment.

"You group of barking dogs, if I, Utur, are here for a day, you will not be able to cross the Naduo River. His Majesty the King has dispatched several times the troops to support you. You will surely experience the wrath of the lion - the empire will win , Gamman goes on forever!"

The coach picked up the horn that had fallen to the ground and blew a sharp noise, trying to command the army of undead summoned by the "Son of God".

However, no one expected that without the command of the "Son of God", the undead would go berserk.They aimlessly charge at all living creatures around them—friends and foes alike.

The screams were indistinguishable, and Utur stood in the battlefield, staring blankly at the groups of soldiers who were turned into flesh under the paws of the white bear.

Until the undead white bear slapped the head of the enemy commander, the headless corpse still maintained the posture of blowing the horn.

There is no need to continue this battle.

Suddenly, there was a long cry of "咴——", and a black horse rushed into the wreckage like lightning, and dexterously dashed left and right amidst the swings of many white bears and soldiers, and ran straight towards Utur.

Goldfin!

Utur kicked away the undead soldiers behind him, and ran forward quickly. At the moment he was parallel with Goldfin, he grabbed the reins and flew onto the horse.

Naturally, the defenders of the castle also saw the bloody fight on the battlefield, and the whole city had long been plunged into a bottomless pit of despair, but just when they thought they were doomed, they saw the blood blooming in the blood and dust, Scarlet flowers.

"The duke is alive!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though they had only been in contact with the Duke for a few days, even though the Duke was not very friendly, as long as they saw this young man and the light in his eyes, they would feel inexplicably at ease.

The Empire is truly lucky to have King Kyle and Duke Utur!

"Open the gates!"

The deputy commander of the garrison shouted at the top of his voice.

The heavy suspension bridge was lowered slowly, Utur pulled the reins, and Godefin jumped up. Just as the horse's hooves were about to set foot on the city gate, countless sounds of "咻咻咻" rang out, cutting the ropes of the suspension bridge, and the dust In the air, all the people's delusions about turning defeat into victory were shattered along with the falling city gate.

Utur looked back in the soldier's desperate eyes.

The rain of arrows was like a cloud, covering half of the sky. Countless bows and arrows came from nowhere and rushed towards him. Utur swung his rusty sword and cut off the arrows. However, Godefin suddenly let out a mournful cry, and his feet slipped. Even the man and the horse fell heavily to the ground.

"咴-"

Goldfinn struggled to stand up, but its front leg was broken, and the white bone pierced through the flesh, revealing a sharp fracture.

"Golden Finn...thank you." Hearing the heavy snorting of the war horse, Utur gently stroked Gold Finn's mane, and swung his sword to cut off the horse's head.

Black arrows shot at him.

He raised his head and closed his eyes reluctantly.

Perhaps this is his end.

It is a pity to fail His Majesty the King.

and also……

A pair of gentle blue eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.

—"Ulysses..."

It seemed that he heard the man's low voice again, and his heart was beating violently.

— "Ulysses, if you want to live, call me by my name."

It was as if his chest had been gnawed and bitten repeatedly by ants. Amid the severe pain, Utur suddenly let out a low-pitched roar like a beast.

It seemed that something that tightly sealed the memory shattered with a click.

"Call me by name."

Utur thought of the eyes the prisoner in the dungeon looked at him for the last time before leaving.

his name……

"Sotiria!"

I can't die yet.

"Boom"!

The arrow stopped at a distance of a finger's width from his chest, like a drop of water falling into the sea, or the tiny sound of bubbles bursting. In short, Utur didn't feel any pain.

He raised his head.

Under the dark clouds of dense arrows, a silver-haired young man in a linen robe stood in front of him. There was a soft smile in his sapphire-like eyes, and a milk-like smile on his lips.

"Miar Ulysses."

The silver-haired man called out in a low voice, and in the rain of arrows, slowly and gracefully lowered his head, kissing the corner of his lover's eyes.