What did you do with the dice?

"For the glory of the Light God! Charge forward!"

Esdi's most elite Paladins jumped out of the army formation and, under the leadership of Yanar, formed the most standard regular triangle formation and launched a fearless charge forward.

After the scorched earth magic cleared a path, the war horses followed with flaming steps, burning the earth with golden holy fire. The paladins fearlessly collided with the behemoths. Even if their comrades in front fell, the sharp blades behind would quickly split the opponent's chest and abdomen, causing blood to evaporate!

The golden light also fell on Rusalka, and the system popped up a prompt for him.

[Golden Blade: Requires at least 500 recognized "Golden Blade" members. All allies gain +10 appraisal score, all advantage immunity, physical resistance, poison resistance, fear resistance, fire resistance, and light resistance. Mount movement is doubled. The first attack launched while charging is guaranteed to be a critical hit. When the army formation is formed, a natural barrier is created. When a collective charge of at least 500 people occurs, this barrier will have a strong absorption capacity for external extraordinary effects. While in the army formation, your Holy Light power will be continuously regenerated, and the Holy Healing Pool will naturally recover!]

I'm awesome! I'm an unlimited card master! Growth, life, happiness, and you want to compete with me for it? Then you better be careful!

With the support of such a powerful effect, Rusalka changed her style instantly, grabbed the Holy Healing Pool, and instantly refined it into evil energy, turning it into a ruthless magic energy machine gun, and mercilessly fired at enemies in all directions.

Wherever the evil energy passed, the holy fire was extinguished on the spot, the earth withered and died in an instant, and all life and corpses turned into ashes and dissipated, as if they had never existed in this world.

This was the most intuitive power of evil, a force not even death could rival. The cessation of life, the annihilation of all things—this was the unique unholy energy bestowed upon Rusalka before his final departure! Even the might of the Lords of Hell couldn't compare. He was now completely unaware that his unholy power was no longer as simple as the "Magic Explosion" in the rulebook.

But even the system did not give him a detailed explanation.

At this moment, no one held back. Even the paladins, surprised as they were, had no time to criticize Rusalka. After all, on this battlefield, everything was forsaken: life, morality, oaths, honor. Everything was centered around one goal: advance, advance, until they reached the tower! Seize the battle flag that held the lives of everyone in the city at stake!

Taigo and the wolf cavalry troops quickly fought against the Golden Blade troops. The first row of soldiers were trampled to pieces by the iron cavalry in an instant, turned into ashes by the holy light, and collapsed like a broken dam. However, the orcs of the Aiel Empire have not feared death since ancient times. They firmly believe that all living things are born for war and all living things must die for war. This is a fanatical obsession that makes them dare to blow the horn and launch a counterattack when facing an enemy as powerful as the Golden Blade Paladins who swept across the continent on the battlefield!

The enemies rushed towards the golden horn like a blood-red tide, splashing a lot of blood. However, even the most powerful charge would eventually stop. As the corpses piled up, the pace of the golden blade was finally stopped, and what awaited them was an endless and hard battle with no end in sight.

Sanita's command voice echoed simultaneously with Rusalka's: "Hurry up, keep breaking through here! Don't look back, don't let your comrades' hard work go to waste!"

The golden light under his feet gradually went out. When he ran forward, he didn't realize that there were fewer and fewer people around him. Arrows and flying axes flew over his head and hit his body without him noticing, because the death was intertwined into a deafening symphony that hit his brain directly. Enemies and friendly forces were all fighting in a group just to clear a way forward for him.

Victory was just around the corner, but the last Rhine Lion Guard of the El Empire grinned and opened the iron cages at the end of the army one after another.

The sound of chains breaking was endless, and the dragon's roar froze the blood.

Countless golden lights shone through the battlefield, and several giant figures, like little giants, spread their wings and blasted flames across the area! They destroyed everything in front of them without distinguishing between friend and foe!

Everyone around Rusalka was shocked: "It's the Dragonborn! The Aiel Empire actually has a large number of Dragonborn!"

No, rather than saying that he secretly kept the Dragonborn, it would be more accurate to say that he found a way to tame the Dragonborn?

As a strange flute sound that made people feel numb and sluggish sounded, the runes on the dragonborns flickered, and their eyes became dull. As if they had received an order, they quickly flapped their wings and swooped down from a low altitude towards the central army.

If the cluster is attacked head-on and its formation is broken, then the troops at the rear and on both wings will definitely be attacked from both sides and suffer heavy casualties. At this time, high-level professionals must be sent to resist this kind of enemy!

The great Duke of Gode spurred his horse to a fist and said, "Sir Rusalka, I leave it to you!"

After saying that, he roared, grabbed a dragonborn and dragged him to the ground.

"Then I will also claim a new pet!" Grand Duke Oaks swung his war hammer, and the rhino horn under his crotch directly knocked off the belly of a dragonborn who was flying low. However, the hard scale armor prevented it from being directly ripped open like other orcs. Instead, it spat out a mouthful of corrosive blood and sprayed it on Grand Duke Oaks' face.

The latter's skin made a crackling sound, but he seemed oblivious to the pain. He laughed heartily and knocked the man away with a hammer.

A group of great knights took the initiative to leave the team to fight the enemy, and in an instant only two hundred people were left in the central army.

However, behind the Dragonborn, standing in their way were the fully armed female Rhine Guards.

In the Aiel Empire, among most orc races, women are not weak, but quite the opposite. The female body structure symbolizes lighter and faster movements for them, and a better understanding of teamwork in hunting. Just like the Filin people, they are a race whose combat power is dominated by women.

The hunting ability of a lion pack is even more terrifying and efficient. It only takes ten lionesses working together to easily defeat the serious knights in the kingdom. But now fighting before them is a personal guard team of nearly a hundred lionesses.

And behind them, there were two people sitting on totem chairs made of piles of bones, which was completely inconsistent with the atmosphere of the battlefield. They were looking at a male Rhine tribe member here calmly and quietly.

The aura he exuded alone was enough to overwhelm those dragonborn.

Jian Wuming looked at the male lion, and the other party also looked at him. The moment their eyes met, the other party slowly stood up. The three female lions who followed behind him raised their hands above their heads, took the huge and heavy hammer, and jumped down from the high platform of the chair, shaking the earth.

Jian Wuming knew this was an invitation he couldn't avoid. With his blood boiling, he chuckled softly, "I've been immersed in the way of the sword for over a hundred years, believing that my ultimate skill could break anything. However, I've never fought against a powerful orc. I wonder if there's anything beyond my imagination."

"Sir Rusalka, I've come this far. I'll use this sword to clear the way for you. Don't worry, I've been training this team for over a decade. We can't lose to these beasts."

As soon as he blew the whistle in his arms, the Lawbreakers team followed closely and flew up.

When Rusalka moved forward, the female Rhine tribe wanted to send a group of people to stop him, but after the male Rhine roared, the female Rhine tribe immediately stopped and let Rusalka and his group of dozens of people pass through the area, and turned their sharp eyes to the opposite team of law breakers.

The male Rhine chuckled softly, "Haha, interesting, human. You're smart to stop here, because what lies ahead is hell."

"Really? Then I'm quite lucky, but you might be a little luckier than me, because I know you'll be able to see hell soon."

Jian Wuming flew forward and drew his sword!

A cold light flashed, blood splattered everywhere, and his sword blade was so fast that the opponent had no time to react and was pierced into the chest in the blink of an eye.

However, it shifted a little, and this distance of shift was enough for him to survive intact.

Jian Wuming wanted to pull the sword blade to cut through the heart, but he found that the sword was stuck in the opponent's body!

"how is this possible?"

"My body has been tempered by countless trials. You tiny human toys are no match for me!"

The giant hammer swung down, and Jian Wuming drew his sword to block it.

The next moment, the sword blade filled with sword energy was actually broken into two pieces!

The female Rhines all chuckled and applauded the males.

According to the habits of the Rhine people, powerful male lions will have many female lions as companions. During the heyday of the El Empire, a high-ranking Rhine officer could have 30 female lions as his companions.

But right now, all the cheers and adoring looks were focused on him alone. It was really outrageous.

Could it be that these over a hundred lionesses were all the harem of the lion in front of him? How could this be possible?

Jian Wuming looked at the broken sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and realized that perhaps this was not a fantasy or misunderstanding, but a fact.

Then how terrifying must his strength be!

"I, my ancestor Broken Tail, once said that nothing is stronger than one's own flesh. If there is, then you are a loser, a loser destined to be eliminated! And I am the winner, without a doubt, because His Majesty once said I am, so I am! Then I ask you! Then I ask you, how are you going to deal with me! You can't beat me! Humans are all losers!"

Jian Wuming had also heard of the deeds of the "Broken Tail" and wanted to laugh at him for being a mentally retarded descendant, but his terrifying strength made it difficult for him to smile in this life-and-death situation. He could only laugh if he stood on his corpse. "Originally, I should have challenged you in a duel, but sorry, I've already made an agreement with the others for a future duel. Let's attack together! The Law-Exterminating Sword Formation! Arise!"

The Lawbreakers took their positions, and countless swords were attracted from all over the battlefield. They quickly formed a sword formation through the combination of Qi.

"Kill! Kill more and sleep with me!"

After receiving the order, the lionesses drew their weapons and roared as they pounced on the enemies in front of them.

Chapter 319 Skull sacrifice and skull seat!

"sa~sa~gei~yo~! sa↑sa~gei~yo, give me your heart! Give me your heart for Sinidi!"

Rusalka advanced with all her might, the blade in her hand spinning, cutting through the throats and bodies of her enemies. Fel energy permeated her body, and she automatically shot out beams of magical energy, wiping them out.

Along the way, the 30,000-strong army had all been left behind, and there were not many people left by his side. Except for Theresa, they were all soldiers from the Pearl Tear Territory, such as Custer, who had no presence along the way but had always accompanied him through countless battles.

Looking at his unwavering eyes, Rusalka was not sure whether he had realized the meaning of his life.

To be honest, the original team of Zhu Lei stayed with him until the end. In terms of strength, none of those people could compare to those who had just left the team. They only made it all the way to the end by following Rusalka.

This may also be a real alternative kind of "battlefield connection household". When Rusalka thought of this word, she suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Things in the world are impermanent.

But this time he was just thinking about it and would not say it out loud, because it was okay to joke with his good brother. Now he would also give equality and respect to everyone, so he would not laugh at those who followed him. Instead, he would admire each of them. Although they were mortals, they had a spirit of sacrifice comparable to that of extraordinary people in their hearts, and shouldered responsibilities that did not belong to them.

Because of this, Rusalka rushed to the front and killed all the enemies along the way, even though she knew that in such a battlefield, it might just be a luxury to want to protect these weak followers by her own strength.

But even so, he hoped that these people could accompany him to the end and return to Alice City together to celebrate the victory.

"Even after going through countless hardships, Pearl Tears will rise again and live forever!"

Those scattered enemies could not stop him and this last army. The tall tower was right in front of them, with only a few hundred meters left. All they needed was a charge, which might not even take a few seconds.

The premise is that there are no glaring traps in front of us, and no words from the trap masters of the Filin tribe who step lightly on the traps and look at this side with contempt.

They looked up and made a sharp cat-like sound.

This signal conveyed that Rusalka and his group had entered the encirclement. As the sound swept across the empty area, countless Filin people suddenly jumped out from the small pits on the ground, raising dust. In an instant, the surrounding area was densely packed with people who used their bright eyes to look at the Filin people here through the fog.

Immediately afterwards, a hail of arrows and hidden weapons flew over, knocking down Rusalka's followers one after another, and they were surrounded by the Filin people. They were even more insidious than the elves' forest rangers. They almost never faced the enemy head-on, and would even coat their weapons with poison, making the most of their small size and surprise attack advantage.

Generally speaking, most of the Filin family are mottled, and occasionally there are pure colors. Pure black and pure white cannot be said to be rare, but can only be said to be extremely rare.

Just like now, Rusalka looked around and saw that the Filin people around her all had mixed hair, occasionally some pure colors, mixed with mud and other things, looking dirty.

Rusalka never liked mixed-breed cats before, and hated wild cats even more. But Phoenix was her beloved cat, with noble bloodline, capable of both housework and housework. As an assassin, he once had a glorious record of fighting a powerful paladin head-on and ending up in a draw. This was the ultimate in film!

His love for cats was burning in his heart, and he wished he could render all the cats harmless right now.

"Alas, the Filin people, they are a race I really hope to see in my bed, in my kitchen, at the kingdom's auction house, and so on. After all, I have been hoping to put them on the agenda for a long time. But their appearance on this battlefield alone makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

After waiting for a long time without seeing Phoenix coming to whip him with her tail, Rusalka realized that this scene was like a direct encounter between two enemies for Phoenix. She no longer had the leisure to listen to his nonsense. Black mist filled her body, almost enveloping Rusalka.

The strong negative emotions and murderous intent emanating from the black fog clearly revealed his intention to fight to the death.

Hydra, covered in blood but still pure black, also restrained the chocobo under his crotch, jumped down, drew his sword and shield, and said to Rusalka, "Lord Pearl Tear, you must continue to move forward. This is our destiny. Let the Filin people handle their affairs. After hundreds of years, it is time for my sister and I to make peace with the past."

Rusalka looked at the white Phoenix, who was already a little dirty just from riding across the dusty battlefield, and then looked at the Hydra, whose fur was still jet black while fighting all the way over there. She felt that black was more resistant to getting dirty, so a black cat gets a point.

"Why don't I stay and help you..."

Having said that, from a rational point of view, it is too late. The number of troops behind will only get smaller and smaller. Now is the stage of racing against time. The sooner Rusalka captures the flag, the sooner the troops can withdraw, so that there is still hope of survival.

After all, according to the edited reminders coming from the private chat channel from time to time from the Sani Iron Tower that can see through the fog, even the nearest team of lawbreakers led by Jian Wuming sounded like they were in a bad situation.

If the elite troops of the El Empire were to retreat, Rusalka would be caught in a situation where he was surrounded by wolves in front and tigers behind. There were millions of troops and thousands of elite soldiers. No matter how strong he was, he could not defeat them all.

"I will protect Phoenix. She is my sister after all."

"Okay, Phoenix, you can fight as hard as you can this time, but don't forget to save some energy to go home and eat."

Black and white intertwined to break the trap. Seeing that it was two of their own clansmen who broke the formation, the Filin people seemed to have been greatly provoked. They suddenly changed their tactics and took the initiative to step forward to fight the enemy. In the blink of an eye, dozens of them were killed by the black and white cats, but they still rushed forward with weapons in hand.

The Filin people are born with all kinds of strange special abilities, such as invisibility, rock transformation, spell breaking, and curses. Once their numbers increase, even the two chosen ones of God will need to deal with them with all their strength, and the battle situation will be tense for a while.

Phoenix yelled to Rusalka, "Go!"

Since she said so, Rusalka grabbed the reins, which still had the warmth of her little hand, and continued to spur the horse forward.

Keep going! Now that we've reached this point, there's no turning back! Carrying the hopes of hundreds of thousands of fellow humans, Rusalka emptied the arrows in her armor, smashed her weapons, and killed hundreds of Filin assassins and Doug guards who blocked her path. Finally, she led the last few soldiers from the Pearl Tear Territory and Theresa on her unicorn, reaching the deepest and most remote reaches of the El Empire's army! Before her was the spiral staircase next to the platform!

However, one last figure stood in their way.

The pressure gradually spread. Not only did the soldiers of the El Empire dare not approach, but the horses under the crotch of the soldiers around Rusalka also trembled and crawled to the ground, unable to get up again no matter what.

"Alas, the red dragon Garces is dead, and Her Majesty the Dragon Mother sent me here to retrieve his relics. I don't really like trouble. You little ants fighting each other is too complicated. I wanted to take a nap and wait for you to finish fighting before returning to retrieve them, but it's really great that you can come in person. I hope to return quickly, so you can commit suicide and leave the things to me."

The person in front of him was a white dragon man, but judging from the aura he exuded, he and Garces should be the same type of true dragon.

"What do you mean, are you writing a fantasy novel for me? In the early stages, they said it was a creature of unparalleled power, but now it's everywhere on a different map?"

The appearance of a real dragon on this battlefield is undoubtedly overwhelmingly powerful. Moreover, this dragon is somewhat different from Garces. Although he is equally arrogant, he does not blindly desire to fight in order to show off his strength. If he cannot lose his mind, he can fight more flexibly and can easily move forward and backward to contain them.

Theresa, who hadn't spoken much the entire way and hadn't used that aura power before, suddenly asked, "Do you believe in the Goddess of Wealth?"

"So what?"

"That's not bad. I'm just one step away from this. It's worth a chance to gamble my life on." Theresa smiled faintly and absorbed the surrounding vitality into her body. The feeling of weakness was swept away. A gleam in her eyes, and she once again forcibly urged the power of faith. She lifted the veil towards Rusalka and smiled faintly: "Little Knight, now we owe each other nothing. If fate allows us to meet again, let's meet again at the Light Cathedral in Esdy. I will not die before I see the end of the world, so don't let me down!"

Although this is not a cosplay, Theresa looks like Tanya in the war. She throws away her priest hat, letting her long golden hair flow behind her. Her angelic face is stained with a bit of crazy smile. Dust and blood add makeup to her. She speaks words like a farewell before death, and even turns back at a 45-degree angle. Which man would not be moved!

Even someone as strong as Yu Yu couldn't help but feel his heart beat a little faster.

Rusalka glanced at the lower right corner. This time, there was really no exemption prompt. She really didn't have any extra strength for her to try again.

After saying that, Theresa pointed her finger at the white dragon man and said, "In the name of the God of War, I challenge you to a divine duel!"

Golden light descended, covering her and the real dragon and teleporting them to the duel arena.

After they disappeared, Rusalka's filter broke, and she suddenly felt like she'd lost out. How could a bonus monster just show up at the end, giving Theresa the advantage? And from what she said, after defeating and touching the reward, she ran away? What did that mean?

Sanitita: (You really think the True Dragons are so easy to manipulate, don't you? You think you can win every time you roll the dice? And she didn't just run away after drawing the rewards, she retreated wisely. If the Golden Blades were completely wiped out here, and we survived and won, after she finished fighting the True Dragons, she would be wounded, helpless, and dead with no witnesses. Would she still choose to stay here? Then I can only bet that you have enough humanity to not kill her.)

Rusalka was a little sad: (Do I look as inhuman as my brother?)

Sanitta: (If she could be this innocent, she wouldn't be Theresa but Rewi. After all, she doesn't like to leave her fate to others. Uncontrollable means dangerous. This is why I want to kill her so much, because we are the same type of beings.)

Rusalka always felt that there was something wrong with what her good brother said, but she couldn't put her finger on what was strange about it.

Oh, forget it. I’m too lazy to think about it. What Sanita said must be right anyway. Why should I think so much?

When he rushed to the bottom of the stairs, he saw a tiger general who had been waiting for him for a long time. He shouted and asked: Who is coming?

The young general in white robe and blue armor galloped on his horse like lightning, even increasing his speed, and responded with "Pearl Tears Lament, Rusalka Mermaid."

The voice was steady, powerful, and full of energy. He could move it freely on horseback, as if walking on flat ground. He must be a master!

But her legs and arms were so white and clean that she looked just like a human being. Her appearance was nothing like that of a mermaid, which confused the tiger general holding the halberd for a moment.

It didn't matter. The black sword was coming in an instant, and he didn't have time to think. He could only bite the bullet and thrust out the halberd. Relying on the principle that the longer the weapon, the stronger it was, he used the move of a spirit snake coming out of a hole and going straight for the horse's head.