The cold wind whistles.

Looking at the battle that was about to come to an end, Brian lifted his hood, pale his slightly scattered black hair, rendering a golden halo.

Headed by the dragon vein sorcerer Salo, a large group of warriors from Mokou Town followed him. They were all dirty, their armor was sunken, but they kept laughing.

Brian came to Sisiah, she had just come off the horse's back, and she seemed safe and sound, but her armor and sleeves were covered with black blood.

"Are you injured?" he asked with concern.

"No." Xisia took off her helmet, clamped it under her armpit, shook her long hair, raised her other hand, showed it to him, and smiled, "I'm fine, it's all the blood of the rebels, and... My Uncle Selante, I personally cut off his head."

"After the war, I will send someone to hang his head on the Twilight City Tower to celebrate the tragic massacre of the people." Her eyes turned slightly cold, making the final addition.

"The living prince may be more useful to us." Brian said calmly, without any reproach between the lines, and then looked at the warrior holding the prince's head and the rest of the body on the ground.

In fact, in this battle, he had long noticed Prince Selante in the crowd.

Not only did he use his magic to block out all his methods of trying to escape by teleportation magic, he also personally cast the fireball that he deliberately kept his hands.

The purpose of doing this is to capture the other party alive.

"You should tell me earlier." Xisia complained, "If this happens, I might keep my hands."

"It's okay, but the results are the same." Brian patted her on the shoulder and smiled, "It's just that compared to the living prince, it's just a little troublesome to leave only one body."

After saying that, he glanced at the magician Tifflin behind him and said to him, "Check it out to see if you can find any useful information from his body."

Although he had never guessed the true identity of Tifflin from beginning to end, he at least knew that the other party was a magician who signed a contract with the evil demon.

Seeing the other party's city defense troops staying in Mokou Town, he looked completely honest and honest. Whether it was assisting him in clearing the evil forces in the territory or resisting foreign enemies, he performed very well, so he did not go into it too much.

After all, everyone has their own secrets, especially these magicians who have signed contracts with the sect leader of another world, the old dominators or the evil demons, are most disgusted with others exploring their secrets.

So, since the magician appeared in his territory until now, Brian didn't even know what the other party was named.

Moreover, this is a magician with a strong abilities in the field of legends and a master who is good at playing with souls. His efficiency in taking some things himself is often higher than that of him.

But he did not have much expectation for the actions of instructing the magician.

The magician nodded slightly and immediately pointed his ghost staff at the corpse on the ground.

A gray ghost gust burst out from the staff and attached to Prince Selant's remaining body. After a while, the magician waved the staff, and the ghost with fear on his face screamed, as if he was frightened, quickly fled from the body and disappeared into the staff.

"His soul was passive." The magician slowly opened his eyes and said helplessly, "So, we can't find any information, even living people."

"What the hell is going on?" Looking at Brian's frown and his slightly solemn expression, Xisia walked to him and whispered, "Does I not be so impulsive?"

"It's okay." Brian came to his senses, shook her soft little hand, and smiled at her without caring, "This has nothing to do with you."

"Do you want to find the trace of the devil here?" Karadna, the sorcerer standing next to Shisiaya, asked with her head tilted.

"That's right." Brian did not hide it and nodded slightly.

After saying that, he looked in the direction of Mashanbo.

Based on the information Myercella conveyed to him, he learned that there had been traces of devils in the rebels, which immediately took the matter seriously and tried to get some information from Prince Selante.

Now it seems that this method is obviously useless.

The devil from the Batto Hell's favorite method is to corrupt people's hearts from the top, because the class that controls power will be the most likely to corrupt and degenerate due to their ever-increasing desires.

Prince Selante seems to be a living example.

Only in this way can the devils use the power of these powers to plunder a wealth that is not too useful to most mortals, but is very amazing to them.

There is no doubt that is the soul!

Whether it is the demon of the abyss or the devil, the soul is the most precious treasure to them.

For mortal spell casters, many of the more common ores, gold, jewelry, materials, etc. on the lower plane are very valuable things.

However, for many creatures in the lower plane, these things are not worth mentioning at all. At most, they are just tools to seduce mortals.

Only the souls of these mortals in the material plane are the most important wealth.

This is an asymmetry in plane values, so if you want to lure a mortal into depravity, the devils can always think of enough ways to achieve their goals.

He originally planned to search for the hidden traces of the devil from Prince Selante, but unfortunately, he found almost nothing. Even if he deliberately searched in this battle, he did not notice the devil's minions.

This is the devil.

They are all evil camps, but when it comes to playing conspiracies, the devil can pass over more than a dozen streets. These guys always like to hide in dark corners to weave conspiracies. Unless it is an inevitable battle, they rarely take the initiative to stand up and fight the enemy head-on.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In other words, it is almost more difficult for him to pull out the devil at the moment than climbing to heaven.

The battle has ended. Except for the soldiers responsible for cleaning the battlefield, they all stood in the cold morning light with high alert. Everyone was quietly waiting for the commander to issue new orders.

There was a solemn chill gradually in the air.

Feeling the gaze of Misiaya, Brian looked at Mashanbo in the direction and said calmly, "Take Mashanbo."

In his opinion, the moment when the Merchant Guild of Mashanbo opened its city and surrendered to the rebels, it meant that this "City of Spices", the most prosperous port city in the entire kingdom had become corrupt.

The traditions, rules, aristocrats and merchants here have long changed their taste during hundreds of years of rule.

In this case, why didn't he take advantage of the present and let Shisaiya take over the city and take advantage of this opportunity to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys to rectify the disobedient aristocratic class in the entire kingdom.

He was still having a headache about how to gradually develop Cormier into a magical kingdom and how to eliminate those disobedient nobles.

Now, the opportunity is already on him.

Soon, Mashanbo's city gate appeared in front of him.

Originally, they blocked the rebel army, all of which were sent to the teleportation array, and they also specially selected a location not far from Mashanbo, so their march was very fast. Before the left-behind rebels found that they had reacted, they had approached the city gate.

Facing the sudden appearance of the army, the defenders left by Mashanbo were so shocked that their eyes were almost glaring out.

What the hell is going on?

Obviously, this morning, their tens of thousands of troops set out from the city gate and drove towards the Susar Emperor Capital, but now there is an instant role exchange and the enemy is besieged in the city.

Especially the purple dragon flag that roared in the cold wind made them feel even more broken and frightened.

"Break the city gate!"

Brian noticed Xisiah who gave the order. Her expression looked very cold, and her attitude towards Mashanbo was extremely unkind.

This is understandable.

After all, they went there this time not to express goodwill to these surrendered merchant guilds and let them turn against each other again.

In his opinion, why do you waste time and saliva and argue with these politicians under the premise of having absolute strength?

The most important thing is that based on the information he had, he learned that Mashanbo's Merchant Guild was actually a loyal believer of Wojin, the goddess of wealth.

This is understandable.

After all, the camp is an absolutely neutral goddess of wealth, and her clergy is trade, wealth and currency.

In the nearly a hundred years after the "Aofa Catastrophe", although natural disasters and man-made disasters occurred frequently, this also contained huge business opportunities.

Disaster is a disaster for ordinary people, but for some groups, it is an opportunity for them to take advantage of this to gain huge wealth.

For example, some people with no limit, even if some fundraising passes through them, they may directly shed a few layers of skin, let alone other things.

It was this shocking worldly disaster that allowed a large number of merchants and nobles to hand over their wealth to the Temple of Wealth to keep, and gradually allowed them to master the priesthood of merchants.

You should know that in the game, the originally weak divine power of the Goddess of Wealth broke through to the medium divine power after the turmoil in the dark area.

After all, wealth, currency and trade are directly linked to merchants.

If the Merchant Guild is really related to the Temple of Wealth, Brian feels that this may be a good opportunity for the Kingdom of Cormier to kill pigs and bleed.

No matter how powerful the church is, it will not be so arrogant that it will be against a powerful kingdom on the surface, and this is an absolutely neutral deity.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!..."

The mechanical puppet army took shocking steps, like a steel city wall, completely ignoring the scattered arrows on the city wall and advancing forward.

With the support of the "Godle Manual" technology, the mechanical puppet craftsmanship has gradually been improved. If there is enough money and elemental spirit support, Brian can use the newly developed arcane alloy material to have a complete golem army before the floating city rises to the sky.

In his mind, not to mention the so-called complete golemn legion and other mechanical puppets, the number of mechanical puppets with strength reaching the legendary field requires at least two digits.

Only by having such an established armed force can one match the qualifications of a floating city.

——"Sonic waves scream!"

The two terrifying sound waves burst out from the two crushers with the strength of the legendary level instantly shocked a rift on Ma Shanbai's city gate.

This is not a purely physical means, but uses the resonance principle of sound to adjust the frequency of the sound to equal to the inherent vibration frequency of the city gate. Under the superposition of energy, it is shaken out of the cracks from the inside to the outside.

"Boom!"

A violent impact sounded.

The level of Legend Broken is 22, and all its strength is above 35 points. With the advantage of body shape, it is even more violent than the legendary barbarian who started the violent battle just now.

Coupled with his strong defense and magic resistance, Brian directly ignored the defenders and spellcasters on the city wall and rushed towards the city gate. This kind of siege method seems to be much more practical than siege towers, catapults and siege hammers.

In a blink of an eye, Mashanbo's city gate collapsed.

Immediately afterwards, their elite troops entered the raid.

Although there are obvious signs of army agglomeration in other directions of the city gate, Bryan doesn't care at all under this absolute advantage.
To be continued...