In an instant, the little boy who was massaging the middle-aged man's back on the sand dune turned his head and looked over. His pupils seemed to have no whites, just a watery black, like the most beautiful black gems in the world. Stared at by that gaze, Shevchenko and Ribery, who were at the forefront, felt their bodies stiffen involuntarily, unable to move. Cold sweat poured down their bodies, as if they were being stared at by a grinning Grim Reaper. Their necks felt cold, and their skin ached as if pierced by steel needles. Even breathing became difficult.
What a scary little boy.
With just a glance, he incredibly suppressed more than two hundred elite warriors who had returned from a bloody battle.
Death seems to be drawing ever closer.
A chilling wind howled.
" Arthur, you're being naughty again. Don't scare these uncles. That uncle was only saying that for your own good." In the midst of the infuriating atmosphere, the middle-aged magician who had been lounging and drinking contentedly finally spoke.
His tone sounds like he's laughing and joking, but his words are surprisingly effective.
Sure enough, the little boy looked away, a cute smile spreading across his face. He continued to massage the middle-aged magician's back and shoulders with his tiny pink hands and fists. Judging from his practiced movements, he had obviously done the same thing countless times before.
"Call..."
Ribery and Shevchenko were panting heavily, feeling as if they had just escaped a disaster.
They had already guessed that the two were experts, but they hadn't expected that a little boy would be so terrifying. The more than two hundred warriors behind him, who had never shown the slightest fear when facing the ferocious Ajax enemies who outnumbered them several times over, now had fear in their eyes. This little boy named Arthur was like a demon king of fear, able to easily seize anyone's heart. Although he was smiling adorably, the warriors no longer felt the warmth he had shown before; it was as if they were looking at the smile of a demon king.
"Alright, Arthur, you've scared them. Let's find another place to wait for the Demon Moon to rise and enjoy the beautiful scenery."
Disturbed by the unexpected scene, the middle-aged man resembling a magician seemed somewhat disheartened. He put away his large wine pouch, shook his head, and waved his hand lightly. Everyone only saw a faint flash of black light before their eyes, and the two strangely shaped figures, one strong and one young, vanished from the sand dunes without a trace, leaving no mark whatsoever. No one knew where they had gone.
The group of people below the sand dunes opened their mouths, feeling as if they were in a dream.
"Quickly, keep going! The Sun has set, and His Excellency Alexander is waiting to meet us. Stay alert and prepare to enter the city." Shevchenko shook his head, barely suppressing his fear, and ordered the soldiers to continue their journey.
at the same time.
About five or six miles away, on the ruins of a temple that had been abandoned for who knows how many years in the vast Gobi Desert, a group of about thirty people dressed in the robes of the Holy Church appeared.
The leader had a full head of white hair and wrinkles, with a pair of cloudy eyes in deep-set eye sockets. His face was covered with ugly age spots. He wore a black high-class battle robe with red trim. His long, pale, sparse hair was neatly combed and shiny. He wore a five-pointed crown and held a golden cross-shaped cane that was as thick as an egg and two meters tall.
The Old Man walked with a shaky gait, as if he would fall after two or three steps, but he was clearly the center of the group. Sixteen knights dressed in silver Church knight armor and white blouses with red crosses carefully surrounded the Old Man.
Each of these knights exuded a powerful aura, the kind of oppressive force that could only appear after Holy Power and Dou Qi had reached an extremely high level.
Besides the powerful knights in silver armor and white robes, there were more than ten divine masters dressed in divine robes. Each of them had an extraordinary aura, and their bodies shimmered with the aura of Holy Power and magic. They blocked the yellow sand blowing in the wind at a distance of ten meters, clearly demonstrating their formidable strength.
This group is already incredibly powerful; in terms of combat strength, they could probably sweep away thousands of troops with a mere flick of their wrists.
"That demon's aura has suddenly vanished..." A young necromancer suddenly frowned, turned to look at his companions behind him, and said, "I can't sense the necromancer Hasselbaink's aura anymore; it's as if he suddenly disappeared from this world."
"That cunning fellow has led us on a desolate journey through this vast Shamo. Once we catch him, I'll tie him to the stake and burn him to ashes," a middle-aged priest cursed.
"We must catch him this time. I refuse to believe that our entire Judgment Squad can't kill this evil fiend."
"We must make him suffer properly, torment him severely."
Having been led around in circles in this desolate Shamo for four or five days by their adversaries, these high-ranking and luxurious divine masters had never suffered like this before. Although they were all highly skilled, the desert winds and sandstorms and the extreme cold day and night made these distinguished guests suffer greatly. Each of them harbored a great deal of resentment and spoke with great indignation, wishing they could capture the Necromancer Hasselbaink, skin him, and eat his flesh.
"Hey hey hey... cough cough..." Hearing the knights' complaints, the elderly man holding the golden cross cane coughed a few times, looking weak and powerless as if a gust of wind would blow him away. But these few coughs silenced the complaining priests around him, who looked at the Old Man respectfully and waited for him to speak.
The Old Man pulled a white handkerchief embroidered with red edges from his pocket and slowly wiped his mouth before saying weakly, "God said... Under God's light, all evil has nowhere to hide. We are God's servants, and we travel the continent to spread God's glory. We must make those evil people repent and accept punishment. We should not promote violence and hatred..."
"Yes, yes, yes, Your Excellency, you are right. We misunderstood God's instructions." The priests bowed their heads in repentance for their words and actions.
The Old Man nodded, his left hand trembling as he reached out and grasped at the air. A silver flame flickered, and a pure white, crystal ball appeared in his hand. Suddenly, his frail body was filled with a terrifyingly powerful aura, and he instantly became towering and unapproachable. A silvery halo shimmered, and ripples spread across the crystal ball, revealing a clear image. Two figures with clearly discernible features appeared on the image; they were none other than the mysterious middle-aged magician and the little boy named Arthur that Ribery and Shevchenko's group had encountered not long ago.
"They're still in the desert. Hmm, judging by the terrain and wind, they're less than six kilometers from the Zenit Twin Flag City. The evil necromancer and his dragon are both there; they can't escape divine punishment. Before nightfall tonight, let's enter Twin Flag City and get some rest. In less than three days, the Gate of Gods and Demons will open, attracting countless experts. The Church will also send more experts here. I believe this evil necromancer Hasselbaink, is here for the same reason. He won't escape. Let's also enter the City of Gods and Demons and seize the opportunity to kill this fiend."
The white-haired, gaunt old man carefully observed the scene inside the crystal ball, quickly drew a conclusion, and made a decision.
"Yes, Your Excellency."
The group followed the white-haired old man's lead without question. Upon hearing this, they all mounted their horses, and the silver-armored knight helped the Old Man onto a wind-powered hovercart. They cut through the desert winds, identified their location, spurred their horses, and galloped towards Twin Flag City.
The main hall of the enemy tower at the west gate of Twin Flag City.
The main hall was brightly lit and bustling with activity.
In less than half an hour, General Shevchenko, the captain of the Wolf Fang Legion, and General Ribery, the garrison commander of Twin Flag City, returned victorious after a successful surprise attack deep into enemy territory. The first commander of the war zone, Alexan, personally went out of the city to welcome them and held a grand banquet in the main hall of the enemy tower to reward the returning warriors.
He gestured for everyone to quiet down, then smiled, picked up his wine cup, stood up, and said loudly, "Gentlemen, Andrei Sun Fei Frank have penetrated deep into the territory of the Ajax Empire, burning a hundred wagons of Ajax rations in one fell swoop, greatly demoralizing the Ajax people. This is an exhilarating feat! I will report this to the Imperial Military Department and the Royal Family to claim credit for our warriors. I guarantee that the heroic deeds of these three hundred warriors, who fought and bled for the enemy, will be forever recorded in the annals of the Zenit Empire."
A thunderous applause erupted in the hall, and people's faces flushed with excitement as they cheered loudly.
Sun Fei paused, then continued, "This first cup of wine is dedicated to the sixty-four brave warriors who sacrificed their lives in this surprise attack on the enemy's supply lines. They upheld the Glory of imperial soldiers with their lives, protecting the hundreds of thousands of people in Twin Flag City. These courageous men are role models for all imperial soldiers. It's a pity their spirits are not far away, but their bodies cannot return home. Let us pay tribute to these fallen warriors with this cup of wine."
All the soldiers who participated in the surprise attack were invited to the main hall. Hearing their commander praise their fallen comrades, they raised their glasses, their expressions filled with emotion and tears welling up in their eyes.
First update.