His soldier are ready to go.
They drew their swords beside him and hid their faces in absolute darkness and sealed armor.
Every one of them is absolutely loyal to him.
They didn’t hesitate to give him a command. He gave up his life.
This is the sharpest sword in his hand.
At the same time, it is also the last fire of Preshi Canon.
If they are all dead, then Presidion is dead.
More is just a dynasty in the later history that remembers only a few hundred words.
Louis XIV didn’t want that, and he wouldn’t allow it to happen.
He doesn’t want to be a king of national subjugation, he wants to be a king of zhongxing.
He wants the history of later generations to write the New World Calendar in April of 216, that is, the sacred calendar of Ionia in April of 612, the spark month. Louis Andre Presidium The last grandson of the Presidium family drew his sword in the middle of the night after a long rain and rose like a spark.
Since then, Preshi Dian Daxing! ! !
"Prexi Canon! ! ！” Louis XIV drew his sword.
The ancient blade collided with the scabbard, and in the middle of the night, it struck like a bugle.
Straight into the heart! ! !
Prehi Canon-
"Wan Sheng! ! ！” The tidal response surges in the dark like a million waves.
a moment
Everybody step
"Bang-"steps like a landslide.
Step like a landslide
Army attack! ! !
All the real armor surged towards the fragile paper gate in a flash.
Like a torrent of steel armor
Or the torrent of history
Who will be washed away by this torrent in the end?
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"Is it already?"
Even Puerto Rico felt his voice tremble when he said this.
He could already feel the heavy armor roaring together.
He can also feel that a torrent of steel armor is slowly approaching.
Maybe the fragile gate in front of him will be crushed to pieces in a moment.
It shouldn’t be like this. It’s not that they don’t dare …
Well, he made a turn in the chest and was forced to press it.
Because no matter how stupid he is, he knows one thing: things are absolutely
Just like three years ago, he would never have thought that he would be so beautiful three years later.
What about three years?
Can you still live for three years?
Or tonight? He looked around consciously but remembered in vain that Meng Qi was gone now.
Whether it’s stupid or the final sustenance, it’s all placed
He saw Flynn’s dignified face.
Flynn’s loyalty is fairly loyal, nai …
"Flynn" Puerto Rico called him and found that his throat was thirsty.
"It’s an adult," Flynn hurriedly replied and kept saying, "Everyone has withdrawn into the surrounding area of the castellan’s mansion as you ordered. I have already checked it. It will never go wrong. Please rest assured."
After several generations of operation, the main mansion of Fallen Leaf City has completely changed into a small fortress, which is difficult to break in a short time with little difference in numbers and abundant materials …
It’s Puerto Rico who listens to his dignified words but can’t rest assured.
"Your honor …" Flynn paused again and again a little awkward. "General Meng Qi said he had a way, you know …"
"I don’t know," Puerto Rico interrupted him directly and looked up with a straight face and stopped looking at him.
Way? What way?
"Boom-"As Puerto Rico’s last sentence fell to the gate of fragile city, it collapsed.
The roar of several armor filled the whole darkness in an instant.
Finally.
"Let fate take its course" Puerto Rico seems to have a nervous laugh, just like that sea late at night many years ago.
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"Didn’t you come?" Silence looked at the darkness and frowned.