The scene was completely silent.

Everyone was digesting the news announced by Carl. Director Carl's expression remained unchanged and he said to everyone in a loud voice:

"Friends and compatriots! This is not alarmist. The enemy is stronger than ever. We are fighting alone. The kingdom has reached its most critical moment!"

Everyone's mood was very heavy.

Including Ren, the old goat, Artoria, Leon, the axe Alex, the magician Roland, the one-armed killer Kelvin, the holy white sword Michelle... everyone listened quietly to Karl's words.

.

Demons and humans cannot coexist at all. If the Faroran Kingdom loses... the consequences will be unbearable for everyone.

Karl's penetrating gaze swept across the people present, fearful, uneasy, confused, silent...he saw these.

The corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and the Purgatory Butcher, who had a reputation for killing countless people, actually smiled, and his free and easy smile made everyone look at him.

Karl's stiff expression softened a little, and his voice became very clear:

"Are you scared? Are you worried?"

"Anyway, I'm a little scared. I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers here will be stained with blood. I'm afraid that when I wake up, my relatives and friends will be dead. I'm afraid that the kingdom will fail..."

"...I am concerned in my heart, and I believe everyone is the same. Anyone who still has a little bit of humanity doesn't want to see their home reduced to ruins, they don't want to see mountains of corpses, they don't want to see people starving to death for thousands of miles, they don't want to see

Displaced people…”

"At this point, we have no retreat, but we can also choose to leave. Yes, you can choose to leave and go to a safer country to escape temporarily."

"But I can't, because this is Falorland, my hometown."

The voice gradually slowed down, and Karl took off the hat on his head.

Her short brown hair was dancing in the evening breeze, and her face, which was not particularly handsome, wore a smile that gave up everything and was fearless, which was particularly shocking.

"Friends and compatriots, let me introduce you to a place."

"The King of the Sun fights in the sky here, risking his life to fight against the three dark monarchs; the Blue Sword Master cuts mountains with his sword here and builds a city; Pluto of the North Sea plays the twelve movements of the underworld here... This is the hometown of William the Conqueror.

, this is where the fire dragon roars..."

"Yes, this is Faloran!"

"This country does not believe in gods, does not need gods to save it, and has never been afraid of demons. In the darkest years of mankind, it relied on blood and fire to light the way!"

There was silence under the stage, and everyone had different expressions.

Karl didn't care about people's reactions, he never thought about motivating anyone with his words, he just stated what he thought in his heart.

Under the gaze of everyone, he took out a flag from the storage ring.

The simple and broken flag was embroidered with a vivid fire dragon pattern, which was filled with majestic bloody evil aura, and an extremely overbearing substantive pressure filled the entire place.

This is the Fire Dragon Flag, made from the skin of a giant dragon.

Uh-huh~

Karl jumped up and hung the fire dragon flag on the stone pillar in the center of the black altar.

It witnessed an era, with the broken bloody flag fluttering in the wind.

The fire dragon on the flag seemed to come to life, with its fangs and claws dancing, as if it was writhing, and the bloody dragon's beard and beard wildly roared, as if it was roaring to the sky!

Under the high platform.

When Ren saw the old goat, the axe-man Alex, the magician Roland, the one-armed killer Kelvin... many of the extraordinary people from Farolan had tears in their eyes.

Karl looked up and stared at the fire dragon flag, countless memories flashed through his eyes, and then he suddenly laughed:

"Do you know? I never bother to say anything to make people die, because it is not necessary. There are thousands of reasons to retreat, but there is only one reason to stick to it."

"This is Faloran, and we are here!"

Karl's sonorous and powerful words touched people's hearts.

He looked far away to the south, staring there with death-like eyes, and a terrifying murderous aura shot straight into the sky:

"So, everyone in the audience, please listen to me! I don't want to talk nonsense anymore. Today, the Kingdom of Faloran officially declares war on the demons. It will not stop until the death!"

"What's wrong with Prince Milo? What's wrong with Christian! I don't need to know who the enemy is, I just want to tell you! As a human being, you should stand upright to the heaven and the earth. The strong do not respect heaven and earth, and do not believe in God!

As the Sun King said, human knees are not for kneeling!

So, let me tell you, the enemy is over there, in the southern plains! Crush them!!"

The Purgatory Butcher's words, full of iron-blooded meaning and shocking murderous intent, shook everyone's minds, and the scene suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Then.

Renn heard an earth-shattering cry like a tsunami.

"Crush them!! Haha, crush them!!"

"Ohh...oh! Crush them!!"

The boiling blood, generous spirit, and passionate fighting spirit spread to the entire square, and the crowd's shouts resounded through the sky, and the condensed momentum seemed to pierce the sky.

Ren looked around and found that everyone was shouting, roaring, and laughing like crazy.

Some people with tears in their eyes hugged each other, and even the old goat's eyes were red, and he shouted fanatically such words as His Majesty Charles, Long live the Emperor.

"My comrade, long time no see."

Alex, the Faloran Axe, jumped onto the black altar, with tears in his eyes, and gave Carl a hug.

Immediately afterwards, one after another extraordinary people jumped onto the black high platform, some of them were very strange, but almost all of them were master-level extraordinary people, and they looked quite old.

"I'm back, my hometown of Farolland." A master with unshaven beard and half-white hair kissed the land.

"Haha, there's me, I'm back!" A master looked up and stared at the fire dragon flag with a look of nostalgia on his face.

The handsome magician Roland, the one-armed killer Kelvin... a number of older extraordinary beings jumped onto the black platform. They were all veterans of the year.

"Karl, long time no see!"

"Alex, it turns out you, this reckless man, are still alive."

The comrades who were scattered all over the place reunited under the fire dragon flag and hugged each other. Even Karl's eyes were red as he hugged the comrades who had shared life and death together.

"What a bullshit demon! Just kill Ji Qi!"

"Crush them!! I like this sentence!"

"Oh oh oh... oh oh oh oh! Long live your Majesty!!"

The bloody evil spirit of these butchers has almost become a substance.

The murderous intention spread like a roaring wave, the fire dragon flag fluttered in the wind, and the shouts and roars echoed in the night sky, and the murderous intention contained in it shocked people's hearts.

Ren and Artoria looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh: "These guys are really a bunch of lunatics."

He had no doubt that even if there was an abyss of hell ahead, these former knights would still dare to hold hands, sing an unyielding war song, and move forward without flinching!

There was also a wave of excitement in Artoria's eyes.

With the light of her soul, she felt it even more deeply. The terrifying belief that was condensed on the Fire Dragon Flag, crisscrossing the battlefield, and moving forward even made her feel a sting.

'This is the Knights of the Fire Dragon, who were once as famous as the Knights Templar.'

Michelle, the Holy White Sword, still had a paralyzed face, but there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

He finally understood why the St. Joan Empire did not choose to go to war with the Kingdom of Falorland a hundred years ago, and has never been able to eliminate this country that has repeatedly opposed the church and is full of heretics and unbelievers.

Once a fight breaks out, even if the church wins, it will still have to pay the price with blood.

One side of the square.

A young man with a handsome face and refined temperament, carrying a long sword filled with cold light, stood silently in the noisy crowd, staring at the people on the black high platform.

This young ranger from the natural school held a pen and notebook in his hand, and he kept recording:

On December 5, 312 in the natural calendar, Karl Mordred, on behalf of the Kingdom of Falorland, officially declared war on the demons in the Roman Civic Square under the gaze of everyone.

The Fire Dragon Knights are reunited... It may not be objective to say this, but I still can't imagine what crazy things such a group of people will do when they appear on the battlefield...

In a dark alley.

"Phantom Princess" Ariel leaned against the wall, listening to the shouts, and her bloody eyes stared at another companion in the corner:

"Tess, do you still think we can win?"

Duke Theis, whose long hair danced like flames, was silent.

Even standing here, he could feel the murderous aura on the black altar in the square that was condensed like a blade, daring to trample everything, wash the world with blood, and slaughter all sentient beings.

The cruelty and tyranny reached the extreme, making people's bodies feel cold.

The Duke of Tes, who is bloodthirsty and warlike in his heart, is not afraid yet, but he also realizes that Farrowland is a tough nut to crack, and if you dare to underestimate this country, you will definitely suffer a loss in blood.

"We just watch like this and don't do anything to combat their arrogance?"

Listening to the roars in Roman Square, the Vampire Duke Theis frowned and clenched his fists.

"There are too many human masters in this city, and there are not many saints lurking here. Grand Duke Alvis doesn't intend to interfere. If we rush forward, we won't be able to kill those madmen."
To be continued...