Quadruple split.

Chapter 100 Treason
The next day, game time [-]:[-] am
The Southeastern Continent of the Boundary of Innocence, Suburbs of Banther City
Ji Xiaodao woke up leisurely in the carriage of Grand Duke Garros, while Mo, who was sitting beside her, was still asleep. His eyes were tightly closed under the mask, and his breathing was well-proportioned and soft...

"Hmm!" The girl who had just logged into the game suddenly found herself leaning on the other party's shoulders, which were not very broad, and she could not help straightening up immediately, and a blushing smeared across her pretty face that was almost bloodless.

Garros, who was sitting opposite the two, also opened his eyes from his sleep and smiled at Ji Xiaodao: "You can rest a little longer."

We all know that the Grand Duke of the Chauvin Empire must have been controlled by a certain talent of Mo, but this does not mean that he has lost his consciousness or the ability to think independently. In fact, the current Grand Duke of Garros feels that he has He has never been so awake, so even if the influence of some kind of power is cast aside, he is still grateful to the master who always wears a mask in front of him.

Grateful that the other party can liberate the true self...

Although from an objective and essential point of view, his soul is now extremely distorted, and there is almost no shadow of the 'Grand Duke of Garros' before.

"Enough." Ji Xiaodao shook his head, and then asked casually, "How long have I slept?"

"About ten minutes." Garros replied softly: "It's not too much later than the time it took me to draw a low-level magic scroll..."

Ji Xiaodao nodded silently, and at the same time quickly calculated his offline time in his heart, and came to a conclusion that was almost the same as the other party's answer just now.

Although he has spent [-] hours in reality, he almost fell on the murderous meal that his sister made for him, and witnessed his mother, who was angry at being laughed at by his father, beat the former for an hour, but in ' In The Realm of Innocence, I just slept for a little over ten minutes...

Because he has been with Garros all the time, Mo and himself, as players, offline under the attention of this NPC will not disappear as white light, but fall into a state that is almost between sleep and coma.

【How did you know this kind of thing... 】

Ji Xiaodao stared blankly at the profile of the man beside him. The other person's sleeping face was unexpectedly well-behaved. Although he was just leaning on the back of the chair with his head down, in the eyes of the girl, it was unprecedentedly quiet and peaceful. mild.

Of course, the so-called 'beautiful' is just her illusion. It's like if we were thrown into an environment of minus [-] to [-] degrees for several days, we will have a kind of 'fuck it's hot' when we return to normal temperature. illusion.

But it's not really hot, it's just that we're used to the cold that seems to freeze our souls...

However, although he understands the truth, Ji Xiaodao still stared at Mo beside him for almost a day before he went offline. The latter has been offline since he appeared for a while yesterday morning, and rushed from the capital to the class. Secheng was 'sleeping' all the way, and the girl just accompanied this body the whole way without doing anything.

You must know that Garros has gone out to pass his anger several times...

"Ms. Silent Prayer." The girl before Garros' meeting was no longer drowsy, and she whispered to the latter: "Now there are only about forty minutes left to the city of Banther, what time will the master be? Will you wake up?"

The dark elf in his mind was stunned for a moment, then reacted for a moment, and shook his head after his brain resumed operation: "I don't know, but it should be about the same..."

"I'm awake."

A voice without the slightest emotion rang in Ji Xiaodao's ears. Mo, who had been 'sleeping' all the way in the game, had opened his eyes, raised his head and asked Garros softly, "About forty minutes?"

"Yes, Master." Garros replied respectfully: "If we march quickly, we can cut the time by half."

Mo nodded, then chuckled: "No need, we have already made a lot of progress, you go and tell Your Excellency the Marshal to let everyone rest for a while, and then find a chatty-looking member of the Knights to come and see me, the most common The kind that don't draw anyone's attention."

"Your will."

Garros stood up and saluted, then opened the side door and floated out of the fast carriage, swiftly swept to the front of the large army under the blessing of high-level wind magic.

five minutes later
A knight with a few freckles on his face appeared in Garros' carriage and saluted Mo: "Lord Sin, are you looking for me?"

This young man had dark blue curly hair, and was carrying a shield and a lance. He looked a little dusty because he was running all the way. He looked at Mo and Ji Xiaodao in front of him with some embarrassment. After looking back, he turned his head slightly shyly.

"Don't be nervous." Mo smiled gently and asked him with interest, "What's your name? Where do you belong?"

"My name is Thomas, my lord." The young human man replied loudly immediately, "I'm an ordinary member of the Knights of the Tsar's Sword, um, a middle-level knight."

The last sentence seems to be a temporary addition after taking a quick glance at Ji Xiaodao...

"Excellent." Mo Wenwen nodded.

"You've won the prize~" Thomas scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly and said with a smirk, "The threshold of our knight order is the intermediate knight."

then……

"I'd like to ask you to do me a favor, Thomas."

"Ok?"

"look into my eyes……"

……

after an hour

Within the Chauvin Empire, the suburbs of Banther City
"quite splendid."

Mo Tan stood at the front of the team, looking at the countless huge magic circles in the distance and the layers of elemental runes around him, and sighed sincerely.

Standing beside him were Imperial Marshal Galahat, Grand Duke Garros and Ji Xiaodao.

Behind them, there is a neat formation of the Czar's Sword Knights, and the Hurricane Mage on both sides.

There was a little unease on everyone's faces, and although it was still a little distance from Banther City, this position was enough to make them feel a strong sense of depression and the malicious resentment mixed with the air in the air.

Standing in front of a dead city that was slaughtered not long ago, standing on the edge of this cursed land and feeling the endless resentment and despair in the air is undoubtedly an extremely creepy experience.

But the commotion and chaos didn't happen...

Not only because Marshal Galahat, who rules the Knights, and Archduke Garros, the leader of the Hurricane Mage, are here, but the magic light that shines like a star map right above Banther City is even more so. Make people full of confidence.

In the eyes of the knights, it was the mighty power of their protector, Pharaohsis.

In the eyes of the mages, the countless magic circles wandering in mid-air are grand miracles that combine great astrology and the elements of the whole system, and the mysterious runes make the controllers of these elements look fascinated. drunk.

"Unimaginable, unimaginable!" A high-level magician of the Hurricane Mage said with his neck raised, "This is art, it is a miracle! I think the word sage is no longer enough to describe the power of Lord Farah... ...The super-level composite magic of all elements, combined with the power of the stars... It's like, the authority of God..."

A knight who was still a little trembling before also smacked his tongue: "Your Excellency Law God, Grand Duke Garros and Your Excellency the Marshal, plus us, tsk tsk, even if there are a few dragons, it is estimated that they can be won?"

"Look at how promising you are, we are the military force of the country! What are just a few dragons?"

"I feel that if it's just that level, Lord Law God alone is enough..."

"Our marshal can do it too!"

"Where is Archduke Garros..."

"Grand Duke Garros is probably hanging a little..."

……

"Garros." Mo looked at the beautiful, powerful, and oppressive magic circle above Banther City that was gradually becoming complete, and he asked softly, "Our How long will it take for Your Excellency Law God to complete that magic?"

Garros pondered for a while and replied, "I can't be sure, but it seems that it will take at least half an hour. I can feel that at least forty magic nodes related to the wind element have not been activated. If so, it's not impossible for a few hours..."

"That's really a pity~" Mo raised his hand to cover his mask, and the murderous intent escaped from his eyes. He turned around and gave Galahat an exaggerated salute: "Your Excellency Marshal..."

The latter turned to the side, and then turned back and ordered loudly: "Enter the city!"

into town? ?
Everyone was stunned, because the previous plan was not like this. It stands to reason that only Marshal Galahat should enter the city to protect the magic god and hold the curse, while the knights and mages should be stationed outside the city of Banther. It's not until the big retrospective technique is finished...

"Enter the city!" The voice of the Duke of Garros sounded like thunder in everyone's ears through amplification magic: "Don't let His Excellency the Marshal say it a second time! I'll tell you the reason later."

"Yes!!"

The crowd of more than [-] people immediately obeyed, and the formation that had gradually loosened became meticulous again, and began to slowly march towards Banther City, which had become a cursed land.

No one would want to question the orders given by both Marshal Galahat and the Duke of Garros at the same time.

……

Inside Banther City
"Huh?" Fala, who had just emptied all the casting materials and was fine-tuning the large number of magic nodes in mid-air, was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of the city gate in the distance, and muttered: "Why bring so many people in here? ? That old boy Galahat was so funny?"

five minutes later
The strongest individuals and battle groups of the Chauvin Empire meet on the central avenue of the ruins of Banther City.

Imperial duo, Marshal Galahat and Farah, the protector of the kingdom
The Hurricane Mage and its leader: Duke Garros, the great magister of the wind system.

The Knights of the Tsar's Sword.

The magic nodes in the sky, which are composed of various elements, are gradually being lit up, and a huge light curtain appears behind Farah. The arrays began to be superimposed or linked to each other continuously, interweaving into a magical dome like a sky.

"I'm glad you weren't late." Farah turned his head and smiled at Galahat, who was standing dozens of meters away from him, raised his hand to wipe off a few strands of sweat from his forehead, and then sketched it out at a speed that was unseen by the naked eye. The two magic symbols that seemed to be burning with flames said loudly while adjusting their positions: "I have about an hour to complete the spell casting, and I will leave this time to you."

Galahat did not speak, but waved his hand lightly, signaling the knights behind him to stand a little further.

"You old lion..." Farah, who was in the center of countless magic nodes, sighed and frowned: "I should have told you that it is best not to let the soldiers enter the city, the atmosphere here has too much influence on ordinary people, you are not If you don't listen, forget it... If you let everyone get closer, the location and environment around me will be a little more stable."

But Galahat pulled out the dark golden giant sword behind him in the next second, which was also a powerful weapon given to him by the previous Chauvin Emperor—the Sand Burial Gate.

This weapon, which is more like a 'shield' than a 'giant sword', is rectangular in shape. Except for the hilt and gauntlet, it was made by thousands of craftsmen with extremely precious sand gold and steel-making pearl powder. It was barely formed in half a year. In theory, it can smash all low-level magic, with its own armor-piercing, penetrating and tearing effects, and there is also a 'reinforcement', ''Fara' who was personally blessed by Galahat once. The four permanent enchanting effects of Juli, Blade Wind, and Splash, from the player's point of view, are at least a 'unique epic' with extremely high usage requirements.

"Is there an enemy?" Farah's face suddenly became solemn, and his trust in Galahat for many years did not make him have other thoughts. The first reaction of the law god was that his friend noticed some danger, and immediately Draw your sword and prepare to protect yourself.

however……

Galahat's beard and hair were all stretched out, and he swung a sword into the air, only to see that the 'sand burial gate' in his hand suddenly rose up with a dim yellow flame, and then turned into a handle The phantom of the lance that was more than ten meters long roared out, directly passing through dozens of magic nodes that had just started to run slowly, and at the same time shattered a large number of elemental runes that had stabilized, letting the star map behind Farah The splendid light curtain suddenly shattered a large piece.

"Gaarahat! What are you doing!" Farah didn't even realize what happened for a while. He looked at the murderous old friend with white beard and hair in front of him in disbelief. After a while, he shouted sharply: "My friend, Gala Hartwaldstein! Are you crazy? Do you know what you did!!"

The old marshal was just silent and did not answer Farah's question.

But his doubts were quickly answered.

A young man with a mask walked out of the crowd slowly, walked to Marshal Gallaghat in the silence that could be heard falling, then turned around and smiled at everyone, and said softly: "According to Your Excellency Marshal. As well as the secret investigation of the Grand Duke of Garros, our protector of the country, the sage of arcane and space magic, the great astrologer of the empire, the president of the Trone magician branch, Faraosis..."

"Treason!" Galahat raised his great sword again.

"Treason!" Storm and thunder surged between Duke Garros' hands.

"Treason!" The sinner sighed up to the sky, his tone full of heavyness and grief: "It's such a pity..."

Chapter 97: Final

(End of this chapter)