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Chapter 80 With a single word, thousands of troops surrender!

Plunder destiny?

Sikong probably also understood the deep meaning.

It is nothing more than the theory of luck in the civilization of cultivating immortals.

In fact, luck and luck are the manifestations of a probability model. In theory, a person's life trajectory can be displayed through complex mathematical formulas.

The so-called Son of Destiny is an extremely rare collection of small probability models. Even if the probability of an event happening is close to zero, the probability of it happening to him is infinitely close to one.

Jumping off a cliff to pick up a grandfather, picking up leaks to obtain peerless martial arts, and an expert passing on lifelong cultivation before death are all probability factors.

But for this competition, this kind of probability calculation has been expanded hundreds of times and thousands of times, almost reaching the point where it can be seen by the naked eye!

A lot of reaction time is shortened. After plundering fate, the opportunities that belonged to others are quickly transferred, and it will happen in the next second!
It is conceivable that those heroes who slaughtered tens of millions of people and stood on top of the pyramid must have a vast ocean of luck, and after ten years of catalysis, their strength is unfathomable!

Sikong was too late, a full ten years late, and was seriously injured.

'God, luck... Then, what if I kill the god and plunder the god's luck? ! '

Sikong has always been brave and cruel. He is cruel to himself and even more cruel to others!
Even the gods have become the target of Sikong's plans at this moment.

When Sikong was collecting intelligence, analyzing current events, and formulating his next plan.

The whole earth suddenly shook.

'Boom!Boom!Boom! '

The drums and horns sounded together, clanging and flying, every drum beat was full of clanging iron bones, and every sound was full of overwhelming momentum.

The dust scattered on the ground suddenly splashed, setting the stage for the sound of the drum, turning the entire earth into a tiger-skin drumhead.

Sikong's expression froze, he turned his head and looked back, and saw thousands of troops suddenly appearing on the plain not far from the mighty Qianxue River.

The flags cover the sky, and the armor is dense.

The infantrymen held standard long swords, held steel shields in their hands, and wore dark and green light armor. They strode forward like this, crushing the thorns and shrubs along the way.

The cavalry holds the reins in their hands, straddles the chain mail pommel horse, and is covered in tight and thick heavy armor, armed to the teeth, turning it into a killing weapon.

Moreover, countless soldiers appeared in the open space behind the army instantly!

Looking up, there are more than one hundred thousand!
If they weren't really close, Sikong wouldn't have noticed these troops at all!

war!

A huge war is about to break out!

The sentinels on the walls of St. Ann's Fort immediately spotted the army not far away. They were shocked and blew their horns one after another.

The sound of the boundless horn echoed in the Sea of ​​Thousand Snows, and immediately, the atmosphere in the entire San Anbao became chilling.

Ben gathered behind the city gate, waiting for the Templar Knights to respond to the war call. No matter what role they played, most of them took up arms at this moment and walked onto the city wall.

"Pull up the moat and river bridge, and close the city gate!"

A loud shout came, and then a handsome man with silver hair, like a flying owl, flew from the depths of St. Ann's Castle in a blink of an eye, and appeared on the city wall in the blink of an eye.

This man has a tall figure, slightly pointed ears, and a feminine face. He is three points more charming than a woman.

He was an elf.

"Oil barrels are ready! Musketeers are ready! The opponent performed a miracle, where is our miracle sacrifice?!"

This person obviously has an extraordinary status, and there is a great trend following every move he makes, and the moment he appeared, he calmed down everyone's flustered minds.

"Lord Kaertis, the priest went to the holy mountain to listen to the holy voice of the angel, but he hasn't come back yet!" A civil servant with a feather on his chest said quickly.

When Keerdis heard this, her handsome face was full of anger: "Didn't come back? How could it be such a coincidence!"

"Bring my Dragon Slaying Knife, the other side probably dispatched two miracle priests! If you dare to make an idea of ​​me, Kaerdis, I'm so impatient!"

Keldis waved her hand, and her whole body was full of ferocity. She should have had eyes wide open with anger, like a King Kong, but when it came to his handsome elf appearance, it became a bit weirder.

It's like casting the wrong baby.

It's a pity that no one can laugh, and those who dare to laugh at him have become bones under his feet, and become one of his luck.

Keldis caressed the edge of the city, her green eyes were as bright as jade, and she looked at the thousands of troops not far away, but suddenly she noticed Sikong and his party in front of Qianxuehe.

"What's on that flower basket is the Templar Knight who caused such a fuss? Well, the dragon-patterned armor, bronze mask, and rusty sword are indeed the attire of the Templar Knights."

"As for whether someone is pretending to be a ghost? It depends on whether you can step into the castle alive!"

At the same time, behind the thousands of troops, on the empty plain, a woman slowly appeared following the army.

The woman was wearing a long red dress. On an isolated hill, she saw Keldis on the St. Ann's Castle, and also saw Charles and others in front of the Qianxue River.

"Sir, do you want to attack?" One person knelt on the ground, extremely humble.

"attack."

The calm voice came out from the woman's seductive lips, without any pretense, it carried a domineering charm that captivated people's minds.

As soon as these words came out, thousands of troops and horses rang together, and the sound of drums shook loudly, piercing the sky!

But in front of the Qianxue River, Charles and the others were dumbfounded, looking at the raised moat and river bridge, shouting one after another.

"Don't close the city gate! Don't close it!"

No one responded, the river bridge across the Qianxue River was slowly pulled up, and the rough gears made harsh groans.

At this moment, thousands of troops and horses galloped at a high speed, and the dust billowed, rushing up to the sky, making the whole blue sky cloudy, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed in front of Charles and the others.

They seem to be abandoned by the world, abandoned by the gods.

The strong armor and sonorous footsteps turned into the iron-blooded tone of war, causing Charles and others to fall into despair in front of the Qianxue River.

As long as the horse's hooves step on, they will be like falling plum blossoms, sprinkled red all over the ground.

"It's over, it's over..."

"It's been ten years, and we're going to die after all."

"That's enough. How many people have I killed? Too many. I'm too tired. It's time to take a good rest."

Charles and the others murmured in a daze, watching the chilling army everywhere, and slowly closed their eyes.

"Ugh……"

Suddenly, a vicissitudes of sigh came out, Charles and the five opened their eyes in doubt, and saw the Templar knight who had been sitting on the flower pole move.

Holding the rusty sword in his right hand, he lifted the dragon-patterned armor covered in epic dust, and stood up slowly, the loneliness carved on the bronze face fell spontaneously.

"My lord, you..." Charles lost his mind.

But he saw the Templar walking forward speechlessly, the rusty sword hanging down, casting cold light on his ancient figure.

Standing alone in front of thousands of troops.

At this moment, the sound of the gurgling water of Qianxue River is no longer there, and the sound of war drums of thousands of troops is no longer there.

There was no sound of wind or cloud.

Only the voices of the Templars.

I saw the Templar slowly raised his hand, and took away the bronze face from his face, revealing a somewhat delicate and weathered face underneath.

Those emerald green eyes read all the elegance of the world, extremely deep.

On the eyebrows, a little vermilion flower tin is particularly obvious.

Immediately, a strong holy atmosphere permeated the entire battlefield, and the phantom of an angel hugged the Templar knight behind him, the glory shone down, and the gospel came forth.

"My disciples..."

Sikong's voice was not loud, but at this moment it clearly resounded through the entire battlefield and reverberated in St. An's Fort.

"I have long followed the trail of the Angel of Tears, listened to her gospel, and walked the world again, just to guide my most devout believers and let you go to the real heaven."

Sikong's figure turned into an epic, frozen in the long river of time.

Leave everyone in a state of confusion.

"You guys, don't you kneel down and kiss my toes?"

'Crack! '

'Crack! '

Suddenly, one after another dull sounds came out, and countless iron-blooded soldiers in armor either let go of the reins, turned over and dismounted, or put down their swords and shields.

Starting from the infantry in front of the army, the soldiers knelt on the ground and spread to the distance, forming a tumbling sea of ​​people, shouting together——

"We are willing to follow the Lord Templar to the death and explore the footsteps of the Angel of Tears! We will never leave, neither will we be sad nor happy!"

　Why don't everyone vote recently... The author fainted from crying in Sikong's arms
　　
　
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