Seven Dragon Chronicle April 15, 1033 at 17:00, Unicorn Empire, West Bank of the Somme River, Weining City

"Have our third cluster taken down Schrozko now?"

[Fire and Sword] The president of the guild Adolf was carefully looking at the map on the table with a group of guild commanders, but he was obviously a little proud now. After all, he could achieve such a brilliant record in just over a week, and achieved victory that many players thought could not have been able to achieve...

"I think... just relying on Minister Manstein's command ability, Schrozko should have fallen into our hands now."

A staff officer had a confident smile on his face and pointed to the Shirozko sign on the map with his finger, as if the entire city was already under his control...

"Well... then we should consider how to accept the entire unicorn empire as soon as possible. Although we are just a player organization, it does not mean that we must act with NPC's eyes... What is the reaction from the church?"

"There is no objection on the church yet, but... the church seems to be gathering troops on the border of the Greyhound Principality. It is said that the Holy Knights and the Judgement Knights have begun to mobilize there... I think maybe the church will ask us to assist them."

After hearing this, Adolf immediately frowned, slowly straightened his body, then touched his two beards, and said with a worried expression:

"Is the Necromancer... It's a big question. Their power is far stronger than we imagined. If they can gain a foothold in the Principality of Greyhound... we will definitely face great pressure in the future!"

Just as everyone started discussing the situation of the Greyhound Principality, a player wearing a mage robe ran into the conference hall with a sweat on his face. Then, the player attached his head to Adolf's ear in a surprised gaze, and whispered anxiously to tell his president the latest information...

"What...the third cluster is over..."

After hearing the bad news from the player, Adolf relaxed his right hand and the golden baton fell to the ground in an instant, falling into several sections...

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An hour ago, under the city of Schrozko

"What the hell is... so beautiful..."

All the players in the third cluster were deeply shocked by the scene in front of them. Countless dark golden butterflies flapped their shining wings, as if they were pursuing their own life, quickly flew towards the players in the third cluster who had stopped attacking. Many female players not only did not feel any danger, but also looked at the golden figure that covered the sky and was flying intoxicatedly...

"No...these butterflies are weird..."

Manstein, who had a nerve like steel, quickly realized a strange feeling. He could not see a trace of beauty of life from those butterflies, but only the sweet temptation of death...

"The whole army retreated!"

When he reacted, he loudly ordered the team to retreat, everything was too late... The golden butterflies from the underworld instantly drowned the entire army. As the first female player who stretched out his hand to touch the golden butterfly inexplicably turned into light spots to "land to the moon". After that, all the players touched by the butterflies almost died instantly. When people reacted and wanted to use the weapons in their hands to attack the golden butterflies, they found that the butterflies were immune to all damage...

"It's over...what do I have any face to see the president..."

Manstein, whose eyes had completely lost color, was quickly pulled back by his members, and then used an extremely precious teleportation scroll to teleport him to the city behind the guild... and the remaining players in the third cluster turned around and ran back after knowing that they could not fight these butterflies. Some players even wanted to get into the tank, but they soon discovered... the butterflies actually ignored any obstacles, and the half-meter-thick steel plate was like air to the butterflies...

More than ten minutes later, the golden butterflies turned into golden light spots and disappeared into the air, leaving only the messy but empty battlefield under the city... Altolia was completely shocked when she saw the golden butterflies flying towards the third cluster of "Fire and Sword". Now this result made her unable to say a word. After a few minutes of staring at the tilted tanks under the city, she seemed to have woken up and murmured to herself:

"What is this...the hell..."

"Ahem... This is the characteristic of the butterfly in the Dead Realm. Each butterfly in the Dead Realm represents an instant spell with an instant death rate of 70%..."

Yue Yulou, who had used the Mantra Book, seemed a little weak. He leaned on the wall with sweat on his head, gasping for breath, and his face was terrible pale. Seeing Artoria, who looked like this, immediately wanted to help him wipe the sweat off his forehead, but just as she was about to stretch out her hand, a hesitant look suddenly appeared on her face, and the hand that was about to stretch out could not help but withdraw it...

"Thanks……"

After hearing Artoria's thanks, Yue Yulou slowly straightened his body, still smiled warmly as he did when he arrived, and said softly:

"Haha, this is not only helping you, but also helping myself... Since there is no threat now, I will leave first."

Seeing Yue Yulou who seemed to want to leave gradually turned around, Artoria hesitated for a while and suddenly whispered:

"Can you... tell me the name of that person..."

Hearing this sentence, Yue Yulou's body paused like a lightning strike. Then after a while, he turned his head slightly and said lightly:

"That person... no longer exists...including name...memory...feelings...everything..."

After saying that, he squeezed a piece of crystal that he had taken out at some point in his hand and disappeared on the arrow tower in an instant, leaving only Artoria with a look of sadness still standing there quietly, and a huge black cloud seemed to float faintly in the sky...

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On April 15, 1033, on this day, a mysterious event that shocked the entire game world occurred under the city of Shirozko in the Unicorn Empire...

The third tank assault army, which had always been so powerful and unstoppable, was severely damaged by a mysterious spell under the city of Shirozko. It is said that the spell attack method was to release a golden butterfly. Anyone who was touched by the butterfly would almost die. Even if the first time did not die, there would be a second and a third time... Although the entire army's large force did not suffer a devastating blow, the army was destroyed because of the main siege of the legion and the tank brigade, the army eventually had to retreat to the east bank of the Somme River, and the entire surprise attack plan was also declared bankrupt...

This incident caused a sensation in the game world far beyond anyone's imagination. Although the attacked players did not receive any valuable system improvement, many players who [Sun Rising and Not Fading] were sure that the one who released the spell was a player, but only their president knew that the player's real identity... But even so, in this period when personal strength was not valued, through this event and recalling the last battle scene, people finally realized that there were actually some players in the game that could fight ten thousand, and those players have been forgotten by everyone since the war broke out...

After the initial fierce battle, both sides of the war entered a brief stalemate, either busy with stability to occupy the area, or busy reorganizing their strength... In short, the strength of both sides temporarily reached a delicate balance point, but in the eyes of many people, the number of people who can break this balance point in the future is no longer quantity, but quality... especially the quality of top combat power, so many guilds began to invest a lot of manpower and material resources to search for those truly powerful masters to join the guild, and some fourth-level players also began to slowly emerge in front of everyone...

Soon, the brief era of the game dominated by quantity ended, and an era of war dominated by masters slowly began. Not only players, but the controllers of the principality began to gradually shift their attention from the number of troops and began to pay attention to some top strong men and top creatures...

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Late at night, Xingli City,

At this time, Yue Yulou was standing next to the guardrail on the edge of the city, bathed in soft moonlight, quietly looking at the starry village below, but his face looked a little pale, as if he had just had a serious illness...

"Arucardo, is there anything wrong..."

Suddenly, Yue Yulou, who had been silent, spoke, and then slowly walked out of the shadow behind him, a young man with silver hair and a paler complexion, but without a trace of expression, was the white night vampire - Arucardo...

"Leader, do you know my past...right?"

Arucardo slowly walked to Yue Yulou, and then asked Yue Yulou softly in a very indifferent tone, as if he was just talking about something that was not related to him...

"Yes, but... sometimes it's not a good thing to know your past, especially for you... do you really need to know?"

"That's how..."

After hearing Yue Yulou's words, Arucardo still had no expression on his face. After a slight look at the city gradually approaching in the distance, he slowly turned around and walked back into the shadows. Yue Yulou behind him shook his head slightly and continued to stare at the night view below...

"As the master of the Iron Feather, aren't you going to say anything?"

After more than ten minutes, Yue Yulou suddenly spoke again, but he didn't know who he said, because at this time his eyes were still staring at the night view below...

Kakka...

Soon, a heavy footsteps came from a dark corner, and a vague tall figure flashed through the darkness, and then everything quickly returned to peace...

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