Sworn allegiance

Chapter 1

The watchtower collapsed with a "squeak".Several soldiers with long swords scattered and fled, and escaped from the dust that was raised a hundred meters away, their soft armor shaking up and down.They scrambled into the crowds of refugees gathered in the bushes like ants into a cheesecake.

"Hey!" the knight commander roared while holding the huge sword, "John! Joe! Get out!"

The crowd was moving, and two stumbling worker ants spit out from the bushes—most of the third-class soldiers did not have titles, and they were paid to do business, and no one wanted to stare at the devil.The knight commander struck their shins with the hilt of his sword until they both fell to the ground, howling.

The curly blond hair of the knight commander was dull.He is nearly 60 years old, with many wrinkles on his face. There are evil spirits climbing up those ravines: "The dragon disaster is coming, it's thanks to you for trying to escape!"

The scolding disturbed the bushes, and a few sparrows flew out, their feathers bright as if oiled.

The air was filled with the smell of charcoal fire. Only half of the buildings in the central city of the capital were still standing upright, and the other half had already been lying on the ground.The Goddess Mason never visited, black smoke enveloped half of the city, people supported each other, trying to keep the heat with large cashmere scarves and kettles.

Bonnie the Blacksmith ran through the ruins, yelling nonsense, "Third Conjunction! This is the Third Conjunction!" he swung his hammer and yelled, his beard bristling in all directions like an old A dying hedgehog.

Too bad no one listened to him.People didn't lift their heads, their mouths were stuffed with water and food, and the breath they exhaled could only squeeze out the semolina sticking to their gums.

Facing the crowd, the Knights stood ready.

"Your Highness, the next attack is coming."

Meliye Katari pushed aside the scattered shields and walked straight to the front of the array - there stood a tall silver-haired boy with his back against the light.The sword light reflected from his eyes, cutting his shadow.

The dame took her words very lightly, almost using a scale to measure feathers and a word of vigilance.The prince of the Vogo Empire turned his face away, looking more determined than a withered statue.

"How much strength is left for the Templars?" His voice was like flowing red wine and honey, and a few drops of blood splashed on the side of his face, which were stained when he killed the demon seeds.

"The right-wing division is still healthy."

"Get them ready."

"Your Highness, less than half of the logistics personnel who can use divine power for healing have been lost. We cannot predict the loss..."

Melier couldn't finish her sentence.They were silent in the morning light, but not for unspeakable sacrifices and blood—suddenly, the roar of the dragon clan came from the other side of the horizon, the sound tore through the clouds, and the smoke cracked, revealing ugly scars all over the surface.The rock formations began to tremble, and the crowd screamed like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Come on." Prince Wujo Satoru said, picking up the silver long sword in his hand and turning it around a few times.The blade of the sword was still dripping blood, and the light armor on his body was uneven, full of scratch marks from the devil.

But there was no fear in the young man's eyes: those blue eyes looking straight at the dragon.

The Cavaliers reorganized and guarded the residents with heavy shields. The champagne-colored divine power poured out from the palms of the jazz, weaving into a netted line of defense.Mélière retreated to the back of the shield phalanx, drew her bow and set an arrow, a burst of flame burst out from the enchanted arrow, which soon turned into a rich crimson.

The sun suddenly lost half of its corner.

"All—protective shield!" the knight yelled, pointing his sword at the black wings covering the sky, "shoot it down!"

The colorful sacred power shot into the air like cannonballs, the giant dragon remained unmoved, and the depths of the throat faintly overflowed like magma.It didn't hit the ground, raised its head and let out a howl—a sound that was enough to repel magic—and spewed a belly of scalding flames to the ground.

The other half of Central City was also reduced to ashes.Gojo Satoru couldn't see the evacuated residents, maybe they were all vaporized by this attack, maybe some people could pant and drag their carbonized lower body to crawl in the ruins.

It doesn't matter.Bread crumbs are just crumbs, no big deal if you sprinkle them all and buy another bag from Buck's.

He crushed a wind medium stone.The magic crystal pierced into the palm of the hand, and the blue wind wrapped around the blade, and stabbed at the dragon with the movement of the boy swinging the sword.The divine power struck the scales on the dragon's back, and the barbs inserted into the cracks, scraping off a few pieces of pitch-black flesh.Even the blood of these creatures from the Dark Continent was black—it turned around and rushed towards Wutiao angrily.

The knights cried out.Even if the emperor doesn't want to see the former prince, it's not their turn to point fingers; besides, Gojo Satoru is the most outstanding divine power qualified person in the past century, and his value is immeasurable.

But Wujo just added a hand to the hilt of the sword, bent his knees to gain momentum, jumped onto the dragon's head at the moment the dragon dived and bit, and raised the sword to pierce the scales on its neck.The long sword imbued with the force of wind fits with the muscles and veins of the demon seed, and the five grips hold the hilt firmly, thus firmly stepping on a rivet on this isolated island.

The traumatized Dragon Clan immediately left the ground, and its wings overturned the houses and shops stuck together on both sides of the street.The buildings that were supposed to be immovable were thrown into the air like rows of flimsy aluminum candy boxes, smashed to pieces with a snap.

"Come on!" the prince exclaimed excitedly, clinging to the dragon like he was riding a fierce horse.He stepped on the hilt of the sword with his foot, and pushed the long sword with all his strength, allowing the wind magic and the angel-blessed blade to continue to penetrate.The scales collapsed, and the sharp sword drilled down centimeter by centimeter, piercing the cervical vertebrae, like pushing a battering ram to hit a city gate.

The giant dragon twisted its body, rolled and crawled to the sky, and the ground was left far behind.Wutiao laughed loudly amidst the violent shaking, black blood was all over his face and body.The blood of the dragon species is still rushing out, passing through the blood vessels and the main arteries, like flames and blooming Lamaritz flowers.At this moment, it is endowed with the most profound philosophy by the Five Articles: depriving life and summoning death.

They were hanging in the air, and the sun was suddenly very close.The scarlet gathered in the depths of the dragon's throat was also similar to the color of the sun. It tried to use the huge chant power generated when it summoned the flames to shock the five—in fact, the five just smiled more proudly, as if he was the one holding Lord of the reins.

In a way, he is.

The hilt of the sword was pulled out in an instant, and the young man cast three gravity spells in a row in an instant, and raised the long sword high to slash at the dragon's throat.The divine power of the wind turned into sharp diamonds, and the scales, which could not be broken by manpower, "clicked" for a few seconds before they suddenly fell apart.

Five half of their bodies were buried in the stinking dragon body, and the tip of the sword reached the throat, and the ignited fireball was forcefully extinguished.The dragon let out a hoarse and mournful wail, and the silver-haired prince carefully felt the burning pain caused by the splash of black blood on his skin, squinted his eyes, and felt like the edge of a blackened bread in a toaster oven.

The blood-losing dragon could no longer keep flying: it struggled constantly, roaring like thunder from its chest, and the whole sky was about to collapse.Of course, even if the throat was broken, reinforcements from the Dark Continent could not be summoned—there were quite a few demon species that fell into the capital, and most of them were cleared out by the Knights immediately.

The demon species was dying, and Wujo suddenly found a few beams of bright light passing through the scales, reflecting a beating, ugly heart.He wiped the blood from his eyes, thinking it was good, at least it had a heart.

——As for the dark chant power that was gathering rapidly around, it was probably because the demon seed saw that he could not escape, so he planned to use self-destruct to pull five backs.

"Good guy!" The prince laughed, and glanced at the sesame-sized street scene under his eyes.The temperature rises rapidly, the soft armor squirms, the metal twists and deforms like an insect, and then slowly melts.Wujo twisted his shoulders and arms as if he couldn't feel the heat, and still led the long sword to rotate in the dragon's cavity, smashing the soft trachea and esophagus.

Black blood mixed with flesh foam splashed around, the light became brighter, and the dragon began to swell and deform.

"boom--!"

One second before the impact of the air wave, Wujo let go of the hilt of his sword and let himself fall from a high altitude on his back.He knew that the wave of the blast would tear the body apart, for the flames were so bright, like the golden chalices of Issa and Janna's glory, beckoning to the worshipers from the top of the holy mountain.

The blasphemer is at the end of the road, Wujo is fearless.He was covered in pitch black blood, his hands were criss-crossed, like a real baptized knight.The weightless and roaring flames swept over, he opened his mouth wide to laugh at the scriptures, his laughter turned into hailstones, smashing his head and face at the immoral atheist.

Oh, I'm dying.

No, no, you will not die.

A black shadow flashed across the air, firmly blocking between Wutiao and Guangyan.His cloak was like a cloud, his black hair like midnight; he waved his staff with pale fingers, and he whispered his eulogy in deafening deafening.

And death, near at hand, flees like sheep from a shepherd with the whip.The air waves and flames are all drawn into the black cloak, covering the sky and the sun, which is better than all the unnecessary tranquility in this world.

Gojo didn't see the black shadow's face clearly.The young man was surrounded by the massive darkness, and only heard a voice talking in his ear.

He said, "Sleep."

The scarred prince fell into a deep sleep.

Gojo Satoru knew he was not welcome.

This matter is not some deliberately hidden secret.The Vogo Empire pays homage to all the legacy left by the previous tyrant, but on the surface it always pretends to hate it.He was pointed at by the Haixi family who inherited the dynasty and scolded him as "a lowly bastard", but the other party secretly took his blood samples all day long, for fear that others would not see that they wanted to study the secret of the tyrant's longevity.

Unfortunately, five articles cannot be understood.

People call everything that is self-interested "should", then turn their heads and roll their eyes at the spittoon, saying that it is "the remnant of tyranny and dictatorship".They welcomed human supremacy that lasted for thousands of years, magnificent palaces and mighty witch hunts, but they allowed ordinary people to be burned alive, or drowned in mud, or suffocated with bread crumbs in their mouths.

The apprentices who truly possessed the divine power crossed mountains and ridges to leave Woge, crossed the lonely mountain in the north and the Lottirangbo wasteland, and fled all the way to the territory of the angels.In fact, these people were either pierced by the swords of solemn knights, or died in the deserted desert. Few of them really reached the legendary Neverland.

And the Haixi royal family lay in the palace every day peeling grapes, listening to the sound of visitors being beheaded by blunt knives——Wu Tiao sometimes watched from afar with those "ominous" six eyes, watching the skull fall to the ground, like a living dead fish.

Before he joined the Knights Templar with his extremely high talent, the teaching nun often warned the prince "don't use divine power in front of others, unless you want to lose your head" and used his nephew's nephew as a negative example, looking at five things every day , A pair of callused hands rubbed back and forth on the apron, forcing him to nod in agreement.

Yanzhi Wujo Satoru is not afraid of losing his head - he doesn't think anyone can take his head off his shoulders.

Although he is the "prince of the former dynasty", the old emperor Wo Ge, who is called a tyrant, is not his own father.He is an embryo shaped by the emperor who built the human empire with the pinnacle of sacred power technology. He has been soaked in meditation liquid for hundreds of years, and he has magical talents unmatched by humans since he was born.

Knowing that the "relic" was accidentally awakened, the Haixi royal family, who had just killed the tyrant and inherited the kingdom from the turmoil, was blown up.As a solution, they locked Gojo Satoru and an elderly church nun in the most remote tower of the palace, and specially raised more than a dozen hounds outside the iron gate.

Perhaps the Haixi royal family thought that out of sight, out of mind, maybe after a long time, this taboo prince would slowly rot in the side hall, turning into a pinch of moist soil under his feet.Soil mostly makes no difference, no one cares whether you have gold or silver plated.

It's a pity that this is Gojo Satoru.

After he fled to the Knights Templar 1 times to show his talents, the knights in their [-]s waved their hands and awarded five exceptions with honorary guarantees, giving him the personal right to live in the Knights.

This walk is ten years.The prince has nothing to do with the royal family, even if life is always boring, it is still much better than the square sky of the tower.He lives on the salary he earns, and occasionally goes back to the palace to save the royal family's face, and most of the time he catches his "brothers and sisters" with a playful smile.

As long as he returned to the Knights, even Emperor Haixi couldn't stretch his hand too far.

The temple is the only organization that is allowed to use divine power, and the companions have a friendship of sharing a piece of cake, and they take care of each other quite well.According to Wutiao's observations, there is a bit of sympathy among them, after all, they are all "lucky ones who narrowly escaped from the heresy trial" - who knows.

When the commission is settled, Wu Tiao likes to go to the house on the day of the curfew.Under the noisy and bustling night of the capital, the young prince sat on the roof of the city hall chewing lollipops, his long legs drooping, and his leather shoes just stepped on the beautiful chest of the harvest goddess Vitis.

This statue standing at the entrance of the city hall is tall and gorgeous, and the five seats are comfortable to sit on. They also intentionally use a few innocuous little magic tricks to change the statue of Vitis from ivory white to colorful.

Passers-by on the street would still smile at first, but later they would become numb after seeing too much.

"You boy!" The knight commander ran towards him through the gaudy street lights with extremely high saturation, the sword body and the scabbard rubbed against each other, "How many times have I said, it's okay to make trouble, if you have the ability, don't rely on it To the head of the Knights!"

Wujo sat up straight, and this time he really stepped on the head of the goddess, firmly and steadily.He said in his heart that he not only inherited the name "Wujo Satoru" and the body shaped by the tyrant, but also a large amount of gold, silver and jewels buried under the rockery in the palace.If you pay, you will pay, who is afraid of whom?

So the prince snapped his fingers, "snap", and the statue of the goddess turned into a huge yellow banana.

"I won't!" he yelled, grinning and grimacing, "I—just—no!"

The night sky suddenly reversed, and the darkness flooded back.The five feet were empty, and like a fledgling chick, it pulled its arms a few times, and fell hard to the ground.Before he could open his eyes, his forehead felt a sudden sharp pain like a thunderclap - he was hit hard by a chestnut.

So Wutiao immediately jumped up from the bed, covered his forehead cursingly and opened his eyes.I was stunned for a long time, but the scenery in front of me was not the simple and warm-colored lounge of the Knights, nor the magnificent paintings and chandeliers of the palace.

"Woke up?"