Chapter 508: 508 57th Statement: "We're only here to see you now"

At the eastern edge of the heraldic sphere of influence, the walled city of Galuamaria. This city, which saw off the combined forces of the Borvat dynasty and Lugis, is now welcoming another army.

The heraldry of the new kingdom of Garleist. The majesty of the army, with the concubine princess as its commander-in-chief, was breathtaking.

For a time, the heraldic soldiers were unable to endure the poverty and harshness of warfare, but now they are fully equipped and there is no shortage. The quality of the troops has reached the level of a national army, as they have taken over the former Garristo army led by old general Richard.

These soldiers, numbering over 20,000, were continuing their march. Their purpose was clear.

The fall of the Borvat dynasty, which had sent the hero Lugis ahead of them, was their only goal.

Like a hungry hound. ...... It's not what they say. It's well-controlled.

As he watched from the second floor of his inn, the black-armored princess, Philos, marching towards the city, he wrote down the scene on a piece of parchment. He had been in Galuamaria, the center of trade, for a long time now, and was much better informed than those in other cities.

According to the rumors that had been circulating, Princess Philos was willing to march on Borvat, but she would not be able to command it.

However, this is not the case when you see her in person. Like a fierce general itching for a fight, her nose twitches and she looks only forward.

The beautiful woman with the gag was probably the saint Mattia, and the one leading the vanguard army was probably the old general Richard.

Their march was fierce, yet spectacular. His march was fierce, yet spectacular, and seemed to contain all the finesse of a soldier.

The man, Bernagrad, ran his ink across the parchment so as not to miss a single bit of the bravery.

He is always in need of money, after all. This kind of information and articles sell well to the citizens. Especially in Galuamaria, there are many heraldic people. An article on their saints would sell for a good price.

As he continued to write his article, Bernagrad looked down at the army that continued to advance along the road. It was an army of over twenty thousand. The new kingdom of Garleist must be overwhelmed.

I don't know what the point of marching so hard in the dead snow would be. But what fell into Bernagrad's heart was not a question, but a thought.

I envy .......

I'm not sure what you mean by that.

How nice it would be to be able to fight as a brave soldier and die basking in the glory. They can do that. And you can't, Belnagrad knew very well.

What would happen to him if he returned there after being kicked out of the Garristo army? He would not be able to start over as a new soldier.

I wonder what it would be like to be a hero in the eyes of these brave soldiers. With a sigh, Bernagrad set his pen to work and wrote a series of articles.

The new kingdom of Garleist, Princess Philos' first tour of duty, will be recorded in this way. It described her situation in detail, but only her presumed purpose was different.

She had only one goal in mind.

Not the fall of the Borvat dynasty, but the recapture of the hero Lugis. Only that will was driving the 20,000-strong army.

But there is no book that describes it. This was not an expedition of personal ambition, but was believed to be a great expedition based on a cause.

It was believed that this was not an expedition of personal ambition, but a great expedition based on a great cause. No one other than Saint Mattia even noticed that Philos was smiling.

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The sunlight flickered and sobbed sadly. The distorted horizon was one sign that the sun was about to crash.

Looking down from Mount Bephemus near the capital, Cogwheel Lovell's eyes glittered. It was, to be honest, Lovell's way of showing his dismay.

You might even call it astonishment. That's how shocking this scene is to her.

Laboure also thought that Junerva might be defeated as a demon. The demon Lugis had turned against him with gusto, and more importantly, he had a magic sword.

Will he just be hunted down or will he be slain? On the other hand, he could devour them all.

But no matter how it turned out, nothing more was going to happen.

"It seems that between this heaven and this earth, something unexpected will happen to us.

Below, the sun is disappearing.

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It was the residue of the minuscule world that Djenerba had built and created using the original. In that world, he had undoubtedly regained his divine authority.

He would have reigned as the sun god again, even if only for a short time.

--But he's dead. But he died. This fall is proof enough. By whom and how?

Laboure's doll-like eyes were covered by hard lids for a moment, then opened. In that brief moment, the agitation fades from her.

It was unexpected, to be sure. But the result was the same. Whether it's the crushing of many people or the crushing of a demon's heart, it's a disaster.

Either way, the concentration of magic in the air would be sufficient. No, rather, the air had a dense taste of intoxication now that the tiny world of Junerva had collapsed.

This was enough. Lovell could see that the human soldiers were beginning to march towards the royal palace. It's too late.

It's all over.

The sorcerer's body relaxed in his arms, but he could see that he was about to open his eyes. His fingertips were beginning to pulse slightly. Laboure held his head lightly and stared at the expression on his face.

Fialat-la-Volgograd. The dark-haired sorceress could no longer be called human. His body was now pure demonic power itself.

Blood vessels, organs, nerves, every detail of his body has been stripped of its human element. Lovell understood that this was all thanks to his transformation into a demon.

She did not reject anything that he poured into her, whether it was the magic power or whatever else he needed to make her his heart. Rather, it was as if she longed for everything.

She probably didn't mind if her body deviated from the human body as a result.

Her spirit and soul should have been worn out and crumbled away by now. The fact that she rejected everything but him was admirable.

Laboure stood in front of the huge thing, still holding Fialaat.

It was so huge that he would have to fly if he wanted to see the whole thing.

This is one of the undisputed champions who once stood shoulder to shoulder with the Giant King and the Spirit King, glaring down upon the races as a great demon.

The Great Demon Vriligant.

Even though he was defeated by the human hero Althea and had his heart shattered, his majesty was still intact. All it takes is for one of them to open his eyes and the history of the world can be transformed.

And he was ready to wake up. Junerva may have fallen, but her ambitions are fulfilled. No, he has revealed his king in his death.

"Here is the beating heart. The great magic is in the air. The chains that bind have been shattered.

It was like a chant of hope.

At the moment, a number of gears appeared around Lovell. It was as if the only thing that moved him was his body.

It was as if it was his duty to move his body. It seemed to be a fearless and even noble ritual.

Laboure opened his arms wide. He no longer needed to support Fialaat. The sound of gears echoed.

This world is a myth. The myths of the world are myths. Many myths have disappeared, the myths of the spirits that united them have become the myths of dragons and giants, and now the myths of mankind are here--

As if in response to the chanting, the great demonic body that had gained a heart began to pulsate for the first time in a long time. Each heartbeat frightens the sky, and the earth screams every time the scales wriggle.

Clank, clank, clank.

The gears never stop beating. No, all along, since the day the world began, this has been the sound.

"But they're all imitations. The primordial myth is here. Follow the myths and spawn your destiny here. I am the carrier of righteous destiny with the ark.

Long, silky hair waving in the air, a solid hint of evil that made me want to vomit. Laboure opens his hands and whispers as if he were saying something.

-The original unlocking.

The bearer of human mythology has yet to acquire a body, the myth of giants has been entrusted to small giants, and the myth of spirits is rampaging to devour the earth.

And today, another myth has opened its eyes.

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