Ark, they don't revolve around you

Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows: "This is anger."

"The Day of God's Wrath... Heh, the song composed by the Witch King. You belittle him, but in the end you still have to use his melody?"

He spread out his hands, watching the thunder and lightning, the rolling air waves, and the sacred thunder bursting out in the darkness!

All the infected people in this area are implicated. The Witch King's music always uses the infected people as consumables. The Golden Rule Iron Guards who inherited his magic also have no hesitation in using the infected people!

The air was scorched and the seas were shaking.

Beneath the thunder is the wrath of the gods!

And Zhuang Ning also took the same action.

Music flowed from his body, not the melody of the Day of God's Wrath, but a chaotic hum without rhythm.

He seemed to be challenging and mocking the ants by using the witch king's magic!

"Ridiculous!" the guard said coldly.

They were confident that their spells against hundreds of infected people would not lose, and the Demon King would die from his arrogance.

But they were wrong.

Their thunder was swallowed up, and the Demon King's casual hum easily surpassed the melody of God's wrath!

And the song sounded more and more mocking.

"Impossible!" The guard was furious and didn't understand why.

Why is this demon king so powerful in magic? He is almost like the witch king.

Without any extra thought, the thunder crushed their armor and evaporated their souls!

The Golden Rule Iron Guards are all destroyed!

"Alright." Zhuang Ning's eyes were fixed on the inner guards who had slaughtered all the gargoyles. "You are the only ones left."

"Hush-hush-"

"Do you know why I put you last?" Zhuang Ning had a bright smile on his face.

no answer.

The inner guards naturally knew the answer, because if they were pushed to their limits, they could self-destruct at any time.

"Yeah, you guys have hidden energy on your back, that's a bit of a cheat."

Zhuang Ning tilted his head and said, "Fortunately, I am the same as you - a person twisted by evil spirits."

The darkness spread, hiding the moonlight.

The voice was covered with coldness, and the devil's sneer became stronger: "I left you to the end because I want to slowly savor this delicious meal."

The inner guard's face froze under the mask:

"Impossible, hiss... You actually have demonic fragments on you?"

No one knows better than them the pain of being embedded in this fragment.

As long as they were buried, they would have to endure abnormal chaos, and judging from the shadow of the evil demon on Zhuang Ning, this person was no different from collapsing!

He actually still maintained his sanity... The inner guard was shocked.

"Yeah, I can still maintain my sanity."

The Demon King read the inner guard's thoughts and sighed softly, "Because of the special nature of the evil demon, I have never wanted anyone to see this scene."

"But if it were you, I wouldn't care." Zhuang Ning opened his mouth.

At the same moment, a wave-like shadow completely filled the eye mask!

Crush the bones, suck out the flesh and blood, and finally, completely absorb the evil fragments that want to escape into your body!

"After all, you are all delicious." He only left that soft murmur.

The moonlight returns to the earth.

The grass was stained with scarlet blood. Zhuang Ning stood in the middle of the corpse and wiped the corner of his mouth with his index finger.

"Thanks for the hospitality."

After he said that, he turned his gaze to the only survivor. In the broken armor was the trembling Horn.

He walked in quietly and looked down at the girl: "Are you going to fight me again?"

"If you choose to run, I will let you go. You just need to tell Vina what you saw and heard."

"If you insist on your mission, I will treat you as an enemy and kill you completely."

Horn raised her head and looked at the man who made her feel strange, making sure that this was not a joke.

Enemy or deserter?

Death or life?

The devil looked down from above and entrusted the power of choice to himself.

Only at this point can the horn vaguely see its former appearance.

Somehow, the horn had no anger, and even the fear retreated.

She smiled, with bitterness in her voice: "If Bagpipe saw you now, he would be very sad, right?"

Zhuang Ning was silent for a few seconds: "Yes."

He watched as Victoria's warriors slowly rose to their feet, grabbing their shields and heavy artillery.

Horn put the shield behind him, held the cannon in front of him, and aimed at Zhuang Ning.

At this moment, this person made a choice, and her golden hair glowed with a strange color, becoming as white as snow.

She is the descendant of the White Wolf, and there are no deserters among the White Wolves!

"Storm Commando, Grand Knight of the Order of Victoria, Sir White Wolf, Horn!"

She roared like a horn and pulled the trigger, her voice lost in the wind from the red-hot barrel, "I challenge you!"

A strong wind swept through.

At the moment the shells fell, the horn heard a sound:

"I see."

The voice was really soft, just like the one she had heard in the Doctor before.

Then she saw the shell explode and also saw her heart pierced.

Zhuang Ning gently pulled out the blade that pierced the horn, and said with admiration: "You are still a role model for Victorian soldiers, Sir White Wolf."

Horn nodded quietly, fell down, the red on his chest spread, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't say anything.

Chapter 2 Indra Dies Because of You

A breeze blew up the dust and scattered it onto the blood-stained battlefield.

The Horn - or rather, the consciousness of Ritas Camandros gradually sank into darkness.

This is death.

But inexplicably, there was a sound flowing, a gentle whisper in the wind, as if someone put a hand on her shoulder.

"Captain, what are you still standing there for? Let's go?"

Horn opened his eyelids for a moment, his expression stunned, as if he had seen something incredible.

Bagpipe was dressed in formal attire and smiled innocently: "A medal ceremony. I never had this opportunity before, Captain."

"Yeah." A Vaifan echoed Bagpipe, but he was a little dissatisfied, "But don't say the wrong thing. The Knight's Medal is very rare, Bagpipe."

"Am I that stupid?" Bagpipe's eyes widened in anger.

"Yes." The teammates chuckled.

Horn stood there in a daze, looking at each face, his expression changing, as if he felt something was wrong but couldn't put his finger on it.

She subconsciously uttered the code names of these people: "Cello, Oboe, Triangle...Are you all here?"

"Ah, what's wrong?" Bagpipe put his hand on Horn's forehead, "Do you have a fever, Captain?"

Horn felt the warmth and suddenly smiled.

Memories came flooding back and she thought she might actually be sick.

Yes, they saved Londinium, and this was the Queen's investiture ceremony, and she wanted to attend it with her teammates.

We saved Londinium, she told herself.

The salutes blasted and the sky was filled with bouquets of flowers.

On the laid red carpet, Horn could clearly see the nervous faces of his teammates.

The Queen stepped forward gracefully, her long dress trailing on the ground and a crown on her head.

Officials recited their achievements, and all the people below the platform cheered like thunder.

Arrived at the horn.

The Queen asked: "Tell me, Rita S. Camandros, what is your wish?"

Horn immediately knelt on one knee with a serious expression: "Your Majesty, I have not made much contribution, but I hope that my team can join the Steam Knights with me."

The Queen was stunned for a moment: "Do you want to keep the Storm Commandos?"

"This is my only wish." The horn suppressed the sound.

None of her team members were of noble birth, but she had come to regard them as family.

“The training will be rigorous.”

"Yes, but we can accept it." Horn's expression was extremely serious.

So the queen nodded happily.

Somewhere in the distance, Rita seemed to catch a glimpse of a dark figure, who was also clapping and smiling silently.

After that, Hornet's life went on as planned, becoming fulfilling and beautiful.