The sunset reflects the red hills, forests and farmhouses.

Ophiroc stood on a hill, looking at the city of Ron in the distance. In the forest behind him, five thousand and one hundred knights were resting inside.

After working with the 20,000 pursuers of Ron's Principality for more than ten days, he was already familiar with the terrain within a radius of 100 miles of Ron's city. He repelled various pursuers more than ten times and killed more than 3,000 enemies. In short, there were more than 100 lives that ended in his hands in this war, right? At the cost, the most elite Lionheart Knights and Golden Lion Knights who had been following him, also fell down forever for more than 300.

Orpheroke sighed. If Lord Ron had not been afraid of death and had left the most elite ten thousand non-sky knights in the royal capital to guard, he might have been on the road to escape in a panic.

Until now, under the vicious tactics of Marshal Rochelio, the Principality of Ron has been transformed into ruins except for a few large cities with tight defenses. The alliance army seized the food of the people and drove a large number of refugees into the large city of Ron that had not been seized, exhausting the food in the city. Countless spies also took the opportunity to mingle in, set fire to poison, spread rumors and assassinate, and do everything they could.

The key to all this is to myself. The 50,000 most elite troops in the Duchy of Ron were tightly restrained around the capital and circled with him. Ophiroc shook his head, why did he have to use this tactic? Even if he wins this war, he will only get a ruined country. Will he really feel at ease in the future?

He was worried, and suddenly a pain in his fingers, and an obsidian ring he had been wearing for many years broke into several pieces.

A ball of white mist came out and slowly condensed into a transparent ball of light.

Orpherok's face slowly turned pale, and before he knew it, a wisp of blood had flowed down from the corner of his mouth, but he was unaware of it.

A sacred knight in the ball of light was walking up the hill. When he turned around, Orpheic Roque felt a pain in his heart. It turned out to be Karayang! The Knight of the Cult who suddenly appeared after the miracle, one of the three giants of the Doomsday Judgment! Why did the Doomsday Judgment appear here? They should be thousands of miles away! Why did Elyss' ring on him?

Orpheroke hardly dared to think about it anymore. This ring asked her to notify herself in times of crisis and to save her!

As Karayang in the light ball walked into a teleportation magic circle, the light ball became dark. After a while, the light ball finally disappeared.

Orpherok fell down from his horse and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Why!

Elyss should be foolproof in the Grand Duke Mansion! The church will never search the Grand Duke Mansion no matter what! Even if there is any, she has the means of emergency escape - the demon general Artest! And she knows the horror of Artest!

Ophiroc forced himself to sit up, and he felt a chill on his body.

"Sir! What's wrong with you?" A round table knight discovered the abnormality of Orpheic and ran over.

"I'm fine, you go down." Orpherok slowly stood up holding the tree, slowly suppressing the chaotic fighting spirit in his body.

The Knight of the Round Table did not retreat, and the holy light flashed on his body, helping Orpheic to calm down his blood.

Ophiroc forced himself to calm down, thought for a while, and finally looked up. His eyes passed over Ron City, crossed several military fortresses, crossed tens of thousands of Ron's army, and looked at Lille, thousands of miles away.

The gates of Ron City suddenly opened wide, and teams of knights ran out, formed a square formation outside the city, and began to set up camps at important intersections. The army was so prosperous and the efficiency was so high that it was the most elite Non-Sky Knights in the Duchy of Ron!

Marshal Rochelio's strange strategy, Ron's Principality sent the Non-Sky Knights just right, the sudden appearance of the Doomsday Tribunal, and the sudden accident of Elyss, Ophiroc vaguely felt that there seemed to be an invisible connection behind these things, and all the conspiracies pointed to Elyss, his favorite!

However, the person behind these conspiracies...he dared not think about it any more.

"Charlie!"

"What are your instructions?" the knight of the round table replied.

"Among the Knights of the Round Table, your military strategy is the most wise. From now on, the Knights of the Lion Heart and the Knights of the Golden Lion will be led by you. Be sure to bring them back to the Principality alive!"

"That sir, you..."

Ophiroc sighed and said, "I must go back to Lille as soon as possible now. Now my heart is in chaos and I am no longer suitable to lead troops."

Charlie was silent for a moment and said, "Sir, the Duchy of Ron seems to have noticed something. Suddenly, the Knights of the Heavens guarded our way back to the east. You are alone... Is there something wrong with Miss Elyses?"

Ophiroc sighed, turned his horse on his back and said to Charlie: "We are all Knights of the Holy Tribe. I have made up my mind to leave everything behind, but you still have a future and faith. You don't have to embark on this path of no return like me! Don't worry, I am alone and flexible. If the Knights of the Heavenly Heaven want to capture me, it's okay!"

Ophiroc rode down the mountain, and with the protection of the terrain, he rushed toward the Duchy of Bavaria!

The Fifth-Sky Knights are worthy of being one of the top ten knights. Ten thousand knights are divided into several troops, sealing the way to the east of Orpheic. If they want to bypass their control, they may have to travel all night.

Ophiroc sneered, and rolled over and dismounted from the barracks far away from the barracks. He resolutely decided to use the cover of night to pass through the barracks.

The night fell little by little.

In the Cathedral of Lille, Karayan was kneeling on the ground, bearing Augustus's silent anger. Des and Krisma both knelt on the ground with him, hoping to leave his life out of the anger of the blood angel Augustus.

With a light sound, the cracked obsidian ring was thrown in front of Karayan, Augustus's voice was as cold as the cold wind blowing from the thousand-year-old cold pond: "What else do you have to say! If you bring this ring back properly, how could Orpheic Roque know about this? If he finally betrayed the church, do you know how much the loss will be?!"

Karayang did not dare to make a sound. Des saw Augustus subconsciously tidying up the short moustache on his lips, and couldn't help but chill. Whenever the leader of the Saint Knights and the Blood Angel Augustus subconsciously did this action, he could not suppress his anger in his heart and wanted to massacre.

But in order to save Karayang's life, Des no longer cared about that and said, "Sir, we are all angels who come directly. At least our potential and strength are not much worse than Ophiroc."

"Fart!" Augustus suddenly started to yell. He immediately realized his disobedience, sat back in the chair, closed his eyes without saying a word. It took a long time to slowly open his eyes and said slowly: "In time, Orpheicock will be the god of war in this space. As long as he is here, it is not impossible for the Church of Light to unify the world within a hundred years. I have been thinking about it and planned for so many times, just to be afraid of inspiring him to turn it back. But now, you wastes have ruined my big deal! With you three, it would be good if the use of the Church is equal to one-tenth of Orpheicock! Short-sighted! Get out of here!"

The three giants of the Doomsday Trial Team were like being pardoned by the emperor and ran away in a panic.

Augustus stepped into the back hall, and a thin and dry figure stood in front of the altar, as if the wind in the room was slightly stronger, he would fall down.

Augustus lowered his voice, fearing that he would disturb the old man, and said carefully: "Sir, Orpheic Roc should already know what happened here. Maybe he was on the way. I have instructed the Duchy of Ron to intercept it with all his might, but it may not be useful... If he rushed back and saw all this, he would probably never change his mind."

The old man slowly said, "The Lord said, that those who come will leave. Since it is what should come, let him come. Spreading the glory of God throughout this world does not necessarily have to be completed in your and my hands. It is without Ophiroc, and we still have dozens of coming angels, hundreds of thousands of holy knights, hundreds of thousands of clergy, and millions of believers. After I return to the arms of the Lord, young people will perform their duties for me. When you return to heaven, you will also have believers who are inspired by the Lord to continue your unfinished wish. This great cause of glory is the most likely thing to be realized in your and my hands? Augustus, remember that vanity is the most easily overlooked original sin."

Augustus lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your teachings." Then he slowly bowed and retreated.

Ophiroc quickly approached the camp of the Fifth Knights. Suddenly, there was a riot in the barracks, and the horns were blowing up. The knights who had already entered the camp quickly put on their horses and gathered together.

Ophiroc seemed to have some senses. Looking back, he saw a knight running around on the hill where he came from. Ophiroc felt sad. If you exposed your traces in this place, you will definitely have countless hard battles in the future. He said to himself: "Charlie, you bastard..."

However, there have been constant orders to spread the tent of self-supervising the corps. Instead of pursuing the corps of the Fifth Heaven Knights, they have strengthened the vigilance everywhere.

Orpherok could no longer wait. He lowered his body, almost sliding against the ground, and raked towards the military camp like wind and lightning.

The knights on the hilltop saw that the Feitian Knights were unmoved. After a while, they actually lined up in an orderly queue, slowly went down the mountain, and rushed towards this side.

With the long horns, the camp gate of the Feitian Knights finally opened. Two thousand heavy cavalry and three thousand light cavalry came out of the camp and lined up five miles in front of the camp, waiting for the Lion Heart Knight and the Golden Lion Knights.

Four thousand knights also emerged from Ron's city, surrounding the retreat of the Golden Lion Knights and the Lion Heart Knights. Then ten thousand infantrymen also left the city and began to approach the battlefield.

The twelve round table knights rode at the front of the queue, behind them was the Lion Tooth Camp led by Kate.

Five thousand and one hundred knights stood slowly.

The man is silent, and the horse does not neigh.

Charlie looked around at the 20,000 enemy troops who were surrounded and said to the round table knights around him: "The easiest way in front of him is to fight from the Fifth Knights! Since they dared to fight with the same number of troops, we will trample their nests today! But after this battle, we don't know if we can meet again."

Another knight of the round table said lightly: "Since we cannot betray the church, we can still teach Ron's ignorant people a lesson for Lord Orpheicoke. Even if we return to the Lord's arms today, so what!"

Charlie nodded and said nothing.

The enemy troops from the three sides slowly surrounded and stood in formation two miles away from the Lion Heart Knight and the Golden Lion Knight.

Charlie's gun was raised high, and a steel forest appeared on the plain. As his gun pointed at the Fiscal Knights, five thousand iron cavalry were like a torrent of steel, surging and surging, rolling towards the Fiscal Knights!

The sound of hooves is like thunder, but there is no sound of shouting and killing! Since everyone is determined to die, why do you need to shout?

Roger woke up.

He just felt that there was no pain in his body.

He tried to move his hands and feet, but a piercing pain came. He stopped moving and pretended to faint again, but slowly glanced around with his mental power. It was not until he was sure that there was no one with considerable strength nearby monitoring that he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.

This is a dark and wet dungeon with an inch of sewage accumulated on the ground. Several huge mice were jumping around the cell. Roger looked at his hands and feet and saw four small iron chains as thick as chopsticks passing through his hands and feet. The wounds began to turn white. A collar full of magic symbols was placed around his neck, and there were tiny barbs on the inside of the collar. Roger felt that as long as his magic power was born, it would flow out from the barbs in the flesh. An iron chain was connected to the neck ring, and the other end of the chain was fixed to the wall.

"What's going on? Didn't Augustus value himself a little? Why did he treat me like this? This is clearly trying to turn me into a useless person!" Roger was surprised and suspicious.

Roger tried to sit up slowly, and he tried not to move the muscles in his neck, shouting: "Come on! Is anyone?"

No one answered.

He tried to knock on the wall of the cell with iron chains again, and every knock made him sweat coldly.

Half an hour later, someone walked over the long corridor. A hoarse voice cursed: "What are you doing? Are you tired of living? Do you have to be hungry for ten days before you are happy?"

"Brother, let's have a good time. I want to meet Bishop Hart of the church. I will definitely repay you." Roger tried to smile charmingly.

"Where will the big men in the church meet you? They are all busy now!"

"What are they busy with?" Roger asked hurriedly?

The jailer became alert and said, "Don't think of anything coming from me!"

Roger thought for a moment, and promised him a lot of benefits, just to buy some news. The prison guard was still hesitating, and Roger promised him a treasure-hiding place, and said, "If I'm telling a lie, you'll find out immediately after spending an hour to go there to see it. When you come back, will I still have a way out?"

The prison guard thought that was the same, so he revealed some news to Roger. Although he actually knew very little, Roger still frightened.

According to the jailer, a very important ceremony will be held tomorrow at noon. Everyone is busy at this moment. Even if Roger really knows Bishop Hart or even higher-level people, they will definitely not have time to pay attention to him. The jailer finally let Roger feel at ease here, staying in the dungeon of Lille City Prison for a while. Judging from his twenty-year experience in the jailer, it seems that someone will have to think about dealing with Roger's affairs in the first half of the month.

Roger thanked the prisoner for a lot of kindness. The prisoner said, "Don't be busy thanking me either. If you really take care of the villain, don't coax me on the treasure-hiding place. The young ones will change shifts later, and they will just go to receive your reward."

Roger hurriedly said, "You go, if you can't find it, come back to find me! I can't run away, right?"

Looking at the jailer leaving, Roger spat in a low voice and said, "When you come back to find me, it will be your limit! Go to the Power Realm to enjoy your wealth!"

He pondered for a while and inferred that the ceremony at noon tomorrow was mostly for Elyssus. But it was not the time to worry about this. He was quietly thinking about the way to get out of trouble. At present, the church is gathering in the city, and it is too risky to summon Fengyue. Moreover, he probably has been on the list of the church, so it is better to be safer.

The most urgent task is to recover some physical strength first.

He glanced around, and after the jailer left, the mice came out of all the wet corners, squeaked, and crawled towards Roger along the blood in the sewage on the ground. Some of them were brave and even began to bite his ankles.

Roger grinned, and a silver light flashed in his eyes. Dozens of mice were marked with a thin blood arrow at the same time. The blood arrow slowly condensed into a bowl-sized blood cell in front of Roger. The mouse's body quickly shrank, and finally turned into a dry fur covering the skeleton.

Roger closed his eyes and kept moving, and the blood cells kept rolling and condensed, slowly turning into a drop of blood. The drop of blood was crystal clear and moist, and finally condensed into a small crystal.

Roger opened his mouth and sucked the red crystal in. After a long time, a hint of blush finally appeared on his pale face.

He tried to condense his mental power on the fingers of his right hand, and looked at his right hand with satisfaction slowly covered with purple-black scales, with a sharp and sharp nail stretched out from his fingertips. He grabbed the iron chain that passed through his left hand and pulled it hard, and the iron chain finally became a little deformed.

Despite the pain and sweating, Roger still smiled proudly. It seemed that the person who was imprisoning him really regarded himself as an ordinary magician with no power. Khan Lang, Khan Lang, Roger tried more than ten times and finally broke the iron chain in his left hand. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

After an hour, Roger finally pulled off the chains that tied his limbs. The collar was much easier to deal with. Roger used all his strength to break the copper lock on it. He shook his body and finally stood up.
To be continued...