"Victory coexist with the king!" a veteran.

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"Who will take him down for me!"

The war at the East Gate seemed extremely smooth under the unexpected attack of the fire pot. Rukius quickly led the soldiers back and forth in the defeated enemy army, which not only changed the whole team to a good equipment, but also temporarily formed a cavalry of 600 people! In contrast, on the battlefield where Simon belonged to Ottenia alone, the furious Clove even pulled off his beloved beard. While rubbing his rough chin, he waved the whip in his hand, urging the surrounding cavalry to charge forward, wanting to take Simon down in one fell swoop and reverse the decline.

He waved his whip around in anger, whipping the Frank cavalry's chain armor one by one, making a "bang" sound, as if he had forgotten the wound on his face that had just been treated slightly. Now his ugly face was full of anger. He stared at his soldiers fiercely, spitting at them, and turned around and issued an order to lead the army to retreat, because while he was angry, the 600 light cavalry and their burning cup had repelled the siege troops at his north gate. Now he was left with only 30,000 wounded soldiers, which were no longer enough to capture the crumbling Roman city. He gritted his teeth and made a clanging sound... a front teeth were broken!

The Frank army, who received the order, retreated from the hellish Shura field one after another. When they dragged their tired bodies on their companions and used their last strength to trot forward, the wall of the West Gate opened - gorgeous petals were flying all over the sky. Amid the dense crowd, the bright red paint-coated carriage slowly drove out, and the floating petals fell on the Franks' corpses, which seemed so charming. The carriage passed through the battlefield where blood flowed into rivers and directly ran over the Franks who had already seen it unrecognizable. The cavalry guarding the carriage pulled the reins one after another, because there were hills made of human corpses all around.

Clove, who was about to retreat, looked at such a gorgeous carriage and knew that what was contained in it must be the "God's operative" in the city of Rome - His Majesty the Pope! He gave a big gift without saying a word. It was his first time in this war. Seeing his boss crawling on the ground, the surrounding horsemen kowtowed and knelt down naturally. The Pope's carriage drove to the highest mountain of corpse and bypassed it directly. The knights guarding around surrounded the mountain of corpse, with the spear in his hand facing the boy on the top of the mountain, as if they were going to demonstrate.

His Majesty the Pope shouted loudly in his vague accent: "His Excellency Clovie, you have completed the mission given to you by the pig well. When Yu is facing danger, he generously sent troops to rescue him. He is the most sincere believer of the pig. I hereby assure you that you will get what you want!" As soon as he finished speaking, Clovie's army immediately stopped acting and sat aside and waited for the Pope's next command, "As for you, you, the pig bearer, you heretic, Yu, in the name of God, gave Yu the Knights to the Lord, and defeated you heretics!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the knights surrounding the mountain of corpses quickly launched a charge. Even if they charged upward, the fully armed knights raised their knight's guns in their hands, stepped on the hillside where the Franks' bodies were piled up, and quickly climbed upwards to kill the heresy that the Pope pointed to without mercy!

When Rukius rushed to the West Gate, the knights of the church had climbed up halfway up the mountain, and the boy on the top of the mountain was still not moving! The thought of "Is he dead?" flashed through his mind, and he anxiously stabilized his horse's head. Rukius sorted out his formation and prepared to rescue Ortinia immediately, but the six hundred light cavalry behind him were stunned. The drawing of hell in front of him was deeply rooted in their hearts, and his pupils were filled with incredible words. This boy, this eight-year-old boy... actually did this to such a point?!

On the road to the underworld,

It was the Franks who were wailing,

Ottinia alone resisted the army of 35,000 people,

One person's strength,

Can you defeat thousands of troops and defeat ten thousand enemies?

Six hundred light cavalry can't believe it,

In the sea of ​​blood

Above the mountain of corpses,

Looking alone in the distance,

Where is he looking at?

Is it the ideal hometown that has left the world?

Or that illusory utopia?

They don't know

Cold rain,

Floating on his handsome face,

Close your eyes,

Expressionless face.

Only in the next moment

The quiet boy on the water

Move...

He rose into the air,

Leaping over the vast corpse,

Crossing the wall of the church,

It landed on the gorgeous carriage,

He raised his gun and stabbed him!

Punched through that hypocritical appearance!

The Pope was taken out by Ortinia, in full view of everyone!

He coerced the fat pope,

He pointed the blood-stained spear at his throat,

The strong smell of blood on the gun made His Majesty, who was spoiled, breathless,

"Call them to retreat! Otherwise I will kill you!"

The gun tip stained with blood is not cold.

But his fat body was sweating profusely...

He nodded tremblingly,

Almost no resistance,

Let them get out of the battlefield!

The assassination trained by the church has arrived behind Ortinia.

A dagger shining with a cold light came to him,

He had no room to hide,

He actually took it down!

The poisonous dagger passed through his waist,

Wang, who was still a child, gritted his teeth and endured the pain from the wound.

Gently cut the pope's neck,

The seeds of the sin gun curse of the roots of the tree have been planted,

The Pope screamed in fear,

He hurriedly stopped the assassin's action.

He was sweating profusely and his legs were already weak.

In the case where Ortinia promised not to harm the Pope's life,

The entire army that fought against Rome quickly retreated,

Take away the dust in the sky,

Under the rain,

They hide between heaven and earth,

Cloway returned to Frank with the Pope's convoy,

And Ortinia, who was scratched by a poisonous dagger on her waist, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

But he didn't sit and rest.

He was numb after a long battle.

The legs cannot stop standing,

The bones on the hands are already stiff,

Just fell straight from the mountain of corpses,

Falling in the middle of the corpse,

Rukius quickly recovered,

Racing toward the fall of Ottenia,

Under the cold rain,

He was already a bloody man and smiled helplessly.

"We... won, Rukius, we won!"

Rukius lowered his shameful head,

He felt deeply guilty about his powerlessness,

Wang seemed to see what he was thinking.

He comforted softly: "Don't be sad, and don't be afraid. No matter how dark the night is, the dawn you are looking forward to will eventually come..."

It seems to be reflecting the king's words,

The sky gradually clears up!

The first ray of sunlight shines through the dark clouds,

Bathed in the light,

It's a happy smile!

The smiling faces of the people...

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Huhuhuhu, I'm finally done. Don't urge me to write fz. I won't enter the official plot of this book so soon, because I want to write it and clearly describe the perfect king in my heart under my clumsy pen. Please forgive me and read it slowly. I hope this book can bring you a happy time! My dream is to leave the best to this world I love deeply!
Chapter completed!