Chapter 662
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The chaotic battlefield seemed to have suddenly quietened down.
Xedawen stared blankly at the boy on horseback. The flying grass and the slow-moving soldiers seemed to be gradually moving away from her. She felt as if she was suddenly isolated from the world and sealed in a world of ice and snow without any temperature. The most dazzling thing in her sight was the eyes of the boy whose armor was stained with blood. They were like two deep black holes projected from the clouds.
This brief illusion was broken by the long neigh of a strong horse. The cries of the surrounding soldiers were deafening once again.
Dean jumped off the horse and gently landed on the edge of the chariot. This time he was closer to Xidawen. Xidawen's cheek was just in front of Dean's knee. It was less than an arm's length away from Dean.
The five-star general standing next to Xedawen was completely stunned. His body seemed to be strangled by some mysterious force, and he froze on the spot, unable to move. He could only hear the sound of his heart pounding wildly. He desperately wanted to move his feet back, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and did not listen to him.
"Do you want to be free from this, or surrender to me like Saint Lorenza?" Dean turned a blind eye to the spears and swords around him. He squatted down and quietly looked at the mature beauty.
Bang! One of the spears stabbed at his face from the side. He gently raised his hand and grabbed the spear head. His arm jerked, and the senior colonel who was sitting on the horse with the other end of the spear fell off the horse. Then he turned his palm, and the four-meter-long spear made by the military rotated between his fingers. He swung it like a huge windmill, blocking all the weapons from other directions.
Although he exerted strength in his hand, his body didn't shake at all. It showed how skillful his control of strength was.
All these years, whenever his left hand was not in use, he would use his left hand to train. Although his left hand was still numb, it was a world of difference compared to when he had just lost his senses. Moreover, due to the training of his numb left hand, he had a different understanding of his strength. His control over the fine details was not inferior to many experienced experts.
The wind from the rotation of the spear blew the hair in front of Xedawen's forehead. She felt a little difficult to breathe. It was as if the air around her had been plundered. The huge pressure was brought by the teenager who was squatting on the guardrail of the chariot.
However, after all, she had been a commander for many years. She quickly calmed down and stared at Dean's deep eyes. She regained her momentum and said word by word: "Even if you kill me, you will die! They will still attack until all the knights of the Order are killed! "
Dean waved his arm, and the spear suddenly pierced the throat of a major general who came to the rescue. He turned his palm slightly, and the tip of the spear twisted slightly in the throat of the major general. Then he pulled back, and the blood splashed on the chariot. He looked down at her without the slightest emotion, raised his other hand, and gently lifted her chin: "I didn't kill you directly because I don't want to waste my life. Don't think that you are really important. Even without you, Saint Lorenza can still manage these people."
Xedawen felt that the palm on his chin was extremely cold. How was this a human palm? It was clearly a piece of bone-piercing ice. She slightly leaned back and broke away from Dean's palm. However, the coldness on her chin slowly penetrated into her heart. She knew that she was completely defeated. Dean was right. If she died, Dean could throw out the surrendered Saint Lorenzo and still manage these troops.
At that time, her death would be an unnecessary sacrifice.
Moreover, she also knew that the reason why Dean said these words to her was not because he cared about her sacrifice, but … he was too lazy to bother! This was because she could clearly see the impatience in the youth's eyes.
"Make your choice." Dean quietly stared at her.
Xedawen's mind was in chaos. She knew that she was no match for the boy from the previous fight. Her struggle was futile as the gap in strength was too big.
"I admit defeat!" Xedawen slightly bowed her head as she clenched her fingers. This was the first time she had suffered such a big humiliation. At the moment she could only pin her hopes on the inner wall. As long as the military of the inner wall took action, there was hope to eliminate Dean.
"Let them rest in place." Dean immediately issued an order.
Xedawen took a deep breath and looked at the five-star general: "Pass the order! Rest in place!"
The five-star general came back to his senses and wanted to speak, but then he thought that the commander had already surrendered. If he said anything more, wouldn't he be inviting a fatal disaster? He could only lower his head and agree. He shouted at the generals who were rushing over, "All of you, stop! Pass down the order. The entire army is to rest and reorganize where they are.
The generals were stunned. They looked at Xedawen and Dean who was squatting on the guardrail of the chariot. One of the colonels couldn't help but ask: "Commander, are you being coerced by him? We are coming to help you! "
The Five-Star General's expression changed slightly, and he shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you trying to defy a military order?!"
The colonel's face changed. He immediately shrank his head and didn't dare to make a sound.
The other generals didn't dare to continue to speak. They turned around and left.
Dean glanced at the five-star general: "I knew that the ability of the generals in the military was better than the civilians. I didn't think that the ability to surrender was the same as the civilians. It's not surprising that there are corrupt people in a corrupt system. It's a pity that they aren't as brave as a soldier."
The general was embarrassed. He changed the topic: "Mr Dean, I've heard a lot about you. I didn't think that you would have such a good ability in addition to producing inventions. If I knew this then I would have discussed with the Holy Church to let you come to our military."
"Aren't I here now?" Dean waved his hand and signaled him to move to the side. He jumped onto the chariot: "Since ancient times, the inheritance of power is bound to breed corruption. I know that aristocratic titles can be hereditary and positions in the Holy Church can be inherited. But it's the first time I know that the generals of the military can also inherit power. Fortunately, the Philan family has a talented general. The other families may not have such a strict family style."
Xedawen's face was gloomy. After all, the system had been passed down for more than two hundred years. She didn't have the ability to change it even if she knew about it. She went straight to the topic: "Do you work for the Holy Church?"
"It's the opposite."
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