Ray did not notice what had happened. He was completely immersed in the frenzy of battle. At a glance, as long as there was a scale, whether it was green, blue, or red, he would slash it with his sword.
His swordplay wasn't amazing, nor was it particularly fast. In fact, he didn't even put much force into his sword. However, the pressure emanating from his body caused every single murloc who faced him to fall into a daze. It was not that they did not want to fight with all their strength, but their movements were always half a beat too slow. Often, when they reacted, they were already killed by Ray's sword. They waved their weapons in vain, but could not catch up with his figure.
For a moment, the battlefield seemed to be frozen.
After an unknown period of time, there was a sudden loud noise. A magic cannon that had been constantly firing finally exploded because of overheating.
As if giving an order, along with this loud noise, heavy rain poured down from the dark clouds that were almost pressing down on the ground. Suddenly, the world was dim. The heavy rain was accompanied by strong winds, rolling up waves, hitting the port and the army of the Sea Race.
In the face of the power of heaven and earth, the Sea Race finally temporarily retreated, returning to the sea to reorganize the army, giving the defenders a chance to breathe.
"How many people are still alive?" Ray had already recovered his calm. He looked around and shouted, "Those who are still alive, squeak!"
"Squeak."
Ray was amused. He looked at the source of the sound and saw an adventurer. He was wearing leather armor, holding a thin sword in his hand, and there were some small decorations on his clothes. Obviously, he was a bard.
No wonder he was so humorous. Probably only these people, who engraved humor in their souls, could still have the energy to joke at this time.
There were also many people who made noises. Although most of them were exhausted, and many of them were seriously injured, there were still some people left.
The luckiest one was a barbarian. He had fallen due to exhaustion, and in a moment of desperation, he grabbed two murloc corpses to cover himself, and really fooled the murloc. Although he was choked by the smell of blood, he was miraculously not injured at all — oh, the injuries he had received in the previous battle were another matter.
Ray smiled, greeted them one by one, encouraged them, and comforted them. For those who could not be saved, he could also act as a priest and pray for them, so that they could pass away with a smile.
On his body, the brilliance that had been worn away by time and suffering was glowing again. At this moment, he did not look like a knight at all. Instead, he looked like a king who was inspecting the army camp after a great battle.
This was the education he had received all those years ago. It was an instinct that was almost engraved in his blood. Although he had not used it all these years and had deliberately forgotten about it, it resurfaced again at this moment, as natural as breathing.
But when he walked in front of the seriously injured and dying Rank, he finally lost the noble temperament of a king patrolling. Sadness filled his heart and even overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Ranke … Why did you come back?" At a glance, he could tell that his student's injury was beyond saving. Unless His Majesty the Void Mask could rush over or Steele could appear immediately, there was no other way.
But that was impossible. His Majesty, the Void Mask, had already sent news that he was fighting with the Goddess of Ocean. The Goddess of Ocean was the backer of the Sea Tribe. Her Majesty's battle was far more important than theirs. And in the face of the female tyrant, who was particularly powerful among the gods, even His Majesty might not be able to spare any strength at all. This could be inferred from the very short and urgent words he had said when he contacted him before.
It was even more impossible for Steele to come back. She was helping Liv to protect the refugees and escape. What was the purpose of these people's bloody battles? Wasn't it to cover the slow-moving refugees so that they could escape smoothly? Asking Steele to come back was simply putting the cart before the horse!
But at this moment, he was really a little shaken. He wanted to desperately pray to His Majesty or ask Steele for help.
This was the student he had painstakingly cultivated! He was the heir that he had originally wanted to let inherit his mantle!
Indeed, Rank's talent was not good, and he could not be compared with the genius Ray. But this child's attitude was very correct. He practiced very hard and made rapid progress step by step. No matter how harsh the teacher was, he would not be dissatisfied with him.
Looking at him training hard, looking at him exhausted, but full of confidence and hope in his eyes, Ray thought of himself many years ago, thinking of the peace and beauty that had long passed away.
Although he had not realized it, in fact, in his heart, he had long regarded Rank not only as a student, but also as his own child!
But now, Rank was going to die.
Rank was going to die …
Rank was going to die!
Ray knelt beside Rank, who was lying in a pool of blood, clenched his fists tightly, clenched his teeth, and forced himself to speak in a hard and cold voice. Because if he did not do this, he was afraid that he would not be able to help crying.
He was a strong person. After experiencing being poisoned and seriously injured, lying in a pile of corpses and watching his parents and brothers slowly rot, he thought that his tears had already dried up, but at this moment, he could not help but cry.
"Silly boy! Why did you come back! "
His tears dripped on Rank's face, waking up Rank, who had fallen into a dying state. The teenager's pale face showed a smile, and he looked at his teacher, whose face was full of tears.
"Teacher … I … am … like … a … knight?" He asked intermittently.
Ray nodded vigorously, "Yes! You are the best knight! "
"I … don't live … like … a knight." Rank didn't even have the strength to gasp, and his voice was so low that even Ray had to concentrate to hear him, "At least … die … like … a … knight …"
"En!" Ray pursed his lips tightly and nodded heavily. Because of grief, he could no longer speak, and could only use a syllable to express his affirmation of his disciple.
Rank gasped a few more times, and his voice became lower and lower, "Teacher … thank …"
His last words ended here, and he could not even finish his words of thanks to his teacher.
Ray knelt quietly beside him, sobbing.
The peerless powerhouse who had just been awe-inspiring and intimidating the Sea Clan was now crying like a child.
In the world that mortals could not see, there was a strong man dressed in rags and carrying a huge battle-ax standing beside him. The strong man's hair stood up as if he was angry, and his face was full of heroism intertwined with fierceness, anger, and heroism. Rank, who had just died, was kneeling to the strong man at the moment, worshipping him with reverence.
"Great Knight of Wrath (another name of the God of Justice), may your glory shine on the world!"
The heroic strong man was the incarnation of the God of Justice. He felt that there was evil raging here, and he was not far from here, so he hurried over, but he happened to see Rank's death.
"Boy, you did a good job." He smiled and helped Rank up with his huge palm. "I wanted to recruit you as my follower, but I think you are going to the Lonely Guardian (another name of the God of Knights), right?"
Rank smiled and said, "If His Majesty is willing to accept me, of course I will be happy to go to his kingdom."
"He will come to pick you up. You are a good knight!"
As he spoke, a light that could only be seen by God and souls fell, and it turned into a beautiful woman wearing a delicate silver-white skirt armor and a helmet decorated with feathers. She was charming and heroic.
This was the oracle of the God of Knights. She was the Holy Spirit condensed from the soft thoughts of those who had fought to protect human beings since the beginning of the uncivilized era. She was called the "Valkyrie."
The Valkyrie bowed her head to the God of Justice and then reached out to Rank.
"To protect the innocent and the brave warriors who died in the battle, your behavior is worthy of the name of a knight. Please come with me. His Majesty and the souls of the predecessors are waiting for you."
Rank was overjoyed. He bowed to the God of Justice and was about to leave in a hurry. But he immediately thought of something and looked at his teacher, who was kneeling in the wind and rain and crying without knowing anything.
"My teacher …" He hesitated and looked at the Valkyrie who was in charge of receiving the souls of heroes. There was a sense of inquiry in his eyes.
The oracle of the God of Knights looked at Ray, and there was regret in her eyes that could judge a person's lifetime merits and demerits.
"He has committed serious sins. Even if he atones for his sins, he cannot enter the hall of my Lord," she said. "This is the rule set by the God of Light, and my Lord must abide by it."
"Hey! You have so many rules! "The God of Justice shook his head disdainfully." Don't worry, boy. If your Majesty doesn't accept him, I will! He once fell into the darkness, and finally came out of the darkness. He is a hero who fights for justice to the end. He suits my taste very much! "
Rank smiled with relief. He stepped into the light beam with the Valkyrie and disappeared without a trace.
The God of Justice laughed a few times and took the huge battle-ax off his shoulder. He rubbed the blade with his palm, and countless golden-red sparks burst out.
He looked at the sky, and his eyes passed through the heavy clouds and looked at a huge figure.
"Takraoul (God of Storm), you really don't learn your lesson! You are helping Verbocus (Goddess of Ocean) to stir up trouble again. Do you need me to trim your claws? "
There was a thunder above the clouds, and a pair of eyes flashing with infinite lightning looked at him.
"Yorgaardman (God of Justice), you are too nosy!"
The two powerful gods confronted each other without giving in. The fight was on the verge of breaking out.
At this time, the fight between the other two groups of gods was getting more and more intense.
The outcome of the fight between the God of Quagmire and the Goddess of Harvest was quite obvious. After Heli's soul finally collapsed, the Goddess of Harvest could no longer support the fight and was beaten back. No matter how angry she was and how she roared, it was of no use.
The God of Quagmire could even spare some time to shoot out poisonous light arrows to kill the mortals who were reckless enough to get involved in the battle between the gods. With a wave of his hand, a cloud of dark green poisonous fog condensed into dozens of light arrows and whizzed away.
After only a few waves of attacks, there were only two gods left in the square.
"Accept your fate!" The God of Quagmire, whose appearance could no longer be seen, grinned hideously. "Let me devour your divine power and occupy your most important land of faith. You useless guy, you have been in a high position for too long. It's time to get out!"
"… Do you really think you are a great person!" Sui Xiong roared, and his mountain-like body set off waves. His thick tentacles, which were big enough for a horse to gallop on, danced in the air. He was fighting with the super-giant water element, which was even bigger than him.
Although his strength was slightly inferior, his fierce fighting spirit and strong body effectively made up for his lack of strength. More importantly, the body of the jellyfish was just a suit of armor for him, and he did not care about destroying it at all. Even if he really died here, he was not very afraid.
Everyone was bound to die. Brother Xiong had traveled through time and space, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
With the determination of not being afraid of death, he was so bold and crazy when he fought, which was daunting.
In contrast, the incarnation of the Goddess of Ocean was powerful, but her fighting spirit was far inferior. Therefore, not only did she not have the advantage, but she also seemed to be in a passive position.
This made her, who was called the "female tyrant of the sea", very angry. She fought more and more fiercely, but she still could not overwhelm Sui Xiong, who was simply "fierce and not afraid of death".
After all, the thing about fighting was nothing more than a sentence.
When two enemies meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!
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