Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1110: Go To War

In the early morning, the golden sunlight shone on the eastern corner of Oliska. The low horn sounded across the sky, and birds fluttered and clouds flew away. Those were not ordinary horns, but two Zannas standing in front of Daybreak Castle, as tall as arrows. The Zana horn could only be sounded when the Imperial Army was on the march. Only warriors above Level 15 could sound it. At this moment, the ancient horn sounded in the ears of everyone in the imperial capital, causing everyone to look solemnly and solemnly at the main path of Oliska-the Great Way of the King!

King's Avenue started at the foot of Dawn Mountain and ran through the four districts of Oliska. It stretched straight out of the city, passed through the moat, and disappeared into the grasslands outside the city. The army that was crushing Mason was slowly moving out of the city along King's Avenue, with Julian at the forefront. His Highness the Second Prince was wearing a suit of indigo-colored armor. The armor was inlaid with light blue Origin Crystals and was decorated with silver-white lines that were as powerful as lightning. This was Chun Shou's spoils of war Star Winged Armor. Julian hung a snow-white cloak from his back and rode on a snow-white horse with a long sword hanging from his waist. Although it was a good sword, it was not on the same level as the Dragon Flame that Allen had given him.

Behind Julian was the commander of the Frost Wind Dragon Army, General Woodrick. Woodrick was still wearing silver armor and a light blue cape. What was slightly different from what he saw in the Great Emperor's study was that there was a huge sword behind his horse. The giant sword was two palms wide, and its hilt was embedded with a goose egg-sized ice soul crystal. This caused Woodrick's giant sword to always be wrapped in a ball of ice mist, which was also the origin of the name of the giant sword, "Ice." josei

Compared to the majestic future of the dragon army and the horse men ranked beside Woodrick, they weren't as good-looking as the general. The man was tall and slender, his linen hair untrimmed and tangled behind his head. There was a lazy smile on his face. His eyes were always half closed and half opened. He had a beard on his chin for an unknown period of time and looked a little sloppy.

He wore a dark black battle suit, a silver drip necklace hanging around his neck, and a black leather coat. The armor was sewn on the shoulders and chest, providing a bit more defensive than nothing. The man didn't have any swords on him, only a row of daggers tied to each side of his legs. He bit a cigarette gun in his mouth, and he still had time to breathe mist while riding on his horse.

Although he looked like a wandering mercenary, he was actually the Night Shadow of the Ten Saints, and he was also the Boleyn Family's strongest warrior, Belkay. He was Elizabeth's uncle and had finally arrived in the capital before the crusades. Belkay did not have any official dukes, but any status of a Ten Saint powerhouse or Grand Duke was enough to travel with Woodrick.

After the two rides, Allen sat on his horse and wore a silver-gray robe that Julian had given him before he left. The collar of the robe was wrapped in golden thread, and his chest and sleeves were decorated with golden patterns. A black belt embroidered with gemstones and silver threads tied his robes tightly. The Abyss Devil, who had always been pinned behind his waist, praised him for being tied to his right leg this time. His robes hung down, naturally concealing the Origin Tool's appearance. Red King and Dragon Flame were staggered behind Alan. Although Dragon Flame was a good weapon, compared to Red King, it was more symbolic than the weapon itself.

The five Azure Dragon Knights, Regis, Laura, Fares, and Nelly, followed closely behind Allen. Beside them was a carriage with Father Lucy and Father Milo on board. Father Miro had recently broadcast the gospel in the Imperial Capital. The people of the Imperial Capital had also heard about Christianity in the South and Vera's ability to peek into the future. Therefore, Father Miro's arrival was not considered abrupt. In addition to Miro's inability to speak, there were already two earls who had become his followers these past few days and promised that Miro could build churches in their territories.

This was the first time that Christianity had penetrated the Northern Lands, and it was a milestone that Miro could be proud of. Originally, there was nothing to do with Mason's crusade, but Miro decided to go, saying that he wanted to bring the gospel to Mason's occupied cities of Milahan and pray for the war-torn people there. Alan himself did not believe such nonsense. He knew with his head that Miro was planning to attract a large number of followers after the war. After experiencing war, people's hearts were the most fragile, and it was a good time to spread their faith. Of course, Alan wouldn't break it. The more powerful the Church was, the more influential it would be. To him, it would be beneficial but not harmful. How could he refuse?

After Allen and the others were the ten Iron Sharp Warriors who were still wearing dark cloaks. These steel soldiers were speechless all the way, and didn't even have any aura to disperse. However, with their almost identical footsteps, they stepped on a dull chorus, and naturally revealed a cold and murderous aura. Even the Gao Cang Clan's throwers and Allen's soldiers subconsciously kept a subtle distance from these weapons of war.

Allen's team was accompanied by twenty Golden Night Swordsmen from the Boleyn Family. Apart from wearing black battle uniforms embroidered with the Night Tail Flower logo, they also wore light battle armor of the same color. Everyone rode horses. These swordsmen were all young geniuses of the Boleyn Family, and together, they were quite interesting. Walking along King's Avenue, the crowd on both sides would occasionally hear the soft cries of the young girl. She was even more influential than Night Shadow, the Ten Saint expert.

Behind the Golden Night Swordsmen was the Silver Night Flower Infantry of the Bolin Clan. This 300-member infantry was all dressed in silver armor. They raised the Night Tail Flower Battle Flag of the Bolin Clan to remind people not to ignore this ancient clan of the empire.

Henceforth, there were a dozen or so nobles who had voluntarily joined in the crusade against Mason, as well as their own private armies. These aristocratic armies had over a thousand people gathered together. They walked together, their armors varied in color, and they held high the banners of their clans. They looked like an army of miscellaneous brands. However, Tangerio allowed them to travel with him. Of course, what he liked was not their battle prowess, but the attitude of the nobles of the empire.

Of course, the main character of the crusade was the two thousand Frost Wind Dragon soldiers, as well as a mixed legion from the Black Wolf Army, the Bear Armor Army, and the Lion King Army. Their armor was unified, and their armor was neatly arranged. They raised the golden flag representing the royal family and swept across King's Avenue in a majestic manner. At the end of the team was the logistics unit, as well as various siege equipment. The crusaders set out from Mount Dawn and pulled a long dragon. They left Oliska in the morning amidst the bugle horns that were constantly sounding on the mountain.

On Mount Dawn, on a semi-circular balcony of the Dawn Fort Imperial Palace. A pair of eyes swept across the long dragon that was heading out of the city. These eyes almost spat out flames. Hawson clenched his fists and his fingernails sank into his palms. He suddenly punched the stone railing on the balcony. The entire stone railing cracked open with a few shocking cracks. The First Prince's aura rose and he was panting like a giant dragon with red eyes.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Just as he finished speaking, Diego wanted to slap himself. What a stupid question. How could Hawson be fine at this moment? This was obvious.

Hawson sneered, "Next time, don't say such stupid things. How can I be fine?" Logically speaking, it should be me, not that sissy Julian! What exactly did father think, agreeing to let Julian go to war, but refusing my request. Didn't Julian win the championship of the Spring Hunt, and his subordinates helped him win it? Could it be that he is more qualified than me to fight? "

"Perhaps His Majesty has his own considerations." The woman from the Lion King's Army whispered. Last time, the Silver Winter Mountain Range had suffered serious injuries from the battle with the Vicious Beast Extinction Shadow, but she had yet to fully recover. He was not wearing battle armor, and under his thin robe, he could smell the smell of medicinal herbs.

"I know what father thinks. In the end, he is afraid of my relationship with Marshal Roderick." "He definitely doesn't want to see me get too close to Marshal Roderk. He's only taking out Nabott's army-cutting policy to warn Marshal Roderk. Since father can cut off the military power of the various Lords, he can take back the power of the Marshal at any time," Hawson said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness sees far." Diego wanted to make up for what he said earlier.

Unexpectedly, Hawson gave him a cold glance. He didn't show any signs of leaving just by brushing his sleeves. Looking at the smiles on the faces of the people beside him, Diego hated him so much that his teeth itched, but he could only helplessly smile bitterly. He caught Laura and Adele off guard on the Silver Winter Mountain Range, so much so that he couldn't support Hawson. In the end, the eldest prince got the last point in the spring hunt, and he was quite angry with Diego.

Diego also felt helpless when he still hadn't given him a good look. In fact, after he understood what had happened when he encountered the Absolute Shadow, Diego asked himself that even with his assists, it wouldn't change the outcome. However, Hawson did not think so, nor would he think so. He was lucky that Hawson hadn't kicked him away, so he still had to accept this anger.

A moment later, Hawson left the palace. Diego and a few other experts followed closely. Apart from the heavily injured Lion King's Army elite who remained in the palace, the others followed the eldest prince out of the city. The team headed straight for the Royal Hunting Ground and was not destined to go out. Hawson intended to vent his anger on the wild beasts in the hunting ground. On this day, the howls of wild beasts continuously resounded in the hunting grounds, and they became Hawson's vents.

After spending the night in the forest, Hawson headed straight for Nalan Cuihu the next day. Diego had tried to dissuade him because that was the territory of the Barbarian Elephant King. But Hawson said coldly, "I can't kill Extinction Shadow. Could it be that I can't kill a Barbarian Elephant King?" Hearing this, Diego did not dare to persuade him anymore, so he could only follow behind the team with a bitter face. Hawson seemed to have deliberately embarrassed him and walked alone. The others followed closely behind him, throwing Diego away from the boss.

Diego could only sigh at his own bad luck as he looked at the clamor in front of him. He didn't want to experience Hawson's ridicule anymore, so he slowed down his horse and allowed the horse to trot along. In this way, while Diego was still on his way, Hawson had already seen Nalan Cuihu. He was in such a bad mood that even with the beautiful scenery of the Great Lake, there was nothing he could do to make him happy.

At this moment, water splashed in the lake and someone broke out of the water. Under the brilliant sunlight, his long hair curled into a beautiful arc. The dancing water droplets in the sky made Hawson couldn't help but take a few more glances.

That's a woman.