Chapter 493: A sharp turn for the worse and a high song

And the other side.

On the battlefield of Elbaf, the situation took a turn for the worse.

With the arrival of a team of 'pacifists', the entire battlefield was instantly under control.

These 'pacifists' come in various shapes and sizes, some as huge as giants, others as light as cats, and they exude a cold aura.

They ravaged the battlefield mercilessly, lasers swept the surroundings like brilliant rain of light, leaving scorched earth wherever they went, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The giants of Elbaf's hopes of victory were shattered once again. The warriors' roars and cries of pain mixed together, echoing across the land like an ancient tragedy.

However, no matter how strong their will was, they could not resist the cold and precise killing machine of the 'pacifist'. The giants were defeated one by one, and their front lines were defeated one by one.

The once proud land of giants has now become a cruel slaughterhouse under the oppression of these mechanical monsters.

Among the towering tree canopies, Big Bear and his companions held their breath, hid in the dense branches and leaves, and watched the turbulent battlefield with cold eyes.

Behind the big bear, a revolutionary soldier asked nervously in a low voice: "What should we do? If this continues, the resistance of the giant country will completely collapse."

Big Bear's eyes sank slightly, and there was a deep sense of powerlessness in his eyes.

They arrived too late indeed, and everything before them was beyond their control.

The number and power of the 'pacifists' were far beyond expectations. These machines were not only tools to suppress resistance, but also a symbolic suppression of the entire Giant Kingdom.

"We can't turn the situation around alone." Big Bear said in a low voice, with calm rationality in his voice.

Although his heart was burning with anger and the desire to fight, he knew that this was not the time to act on impulse.

"Keep hiding and wait for your opportunity."

Complex expressions appeared on the faces of his companions, and their hands unconsciously clenched their weapons.

The wind whistled among the treetops, rustling the leaves, as if mourning for this ancient country.

The big bear looked through the layers of leaves, at the battlefield in the distance, which was illuminated by the lasers of the 'Pacifist', like a cold beacon piercing the darkness.

He felt vaguely uneasy. Those agile 'pacifists' were not just slaughtering people wantonly on the battlefield. Their appearance and the fall of Elbaf might just be the prelude to a deeper conspiracy.

Saint Topman Vochuli stood on the high platform of Elbaf, overlooking the battlefield that was gradually calming down.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes revealed emotionless indifference.

This battle was just a formality. He had no interest in the Titans of Elbaf, nor did he have any mercy on the fall of the Titan Kingdom.

To him, all this was just a piece on the chessboard, and it was enough to achieve a deterrent effect.

"Clean up the mess."

He gave cold orders to the members of the Knights of God beside him, then turned around and didn't even glance at the corpses and burning ruins scattered all over the ground.

The wind whistled in his ears, carrying the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield, but he simply raised his hand and pulled his cloak tighter, as if those wailings had nothing to do with him.

Before leaving, his gaze lingered in the air for a moment, gazing at the end of the distant sky, which was exactly where he was really concerned about - the holy land of Marijoa.

For him, the drama in Elbaf was just an attempt, but the real stage was in Marijoa, the heart of the World Government and the intersection of all power and conspiracy.

"I'll leave this to you."

"Make sure it's done beautifully for me!"

He waved his cape and strode away, his steps firm and deliberate.

"Yes!!!"

The Knights of God behind him have begun to take over the cleanup of the battlefield, and the 'pacifists' are still patrolling everywhere, completely crushing any voices that attempt to resist.

The back of Topman Vochuli gradually disappeared in the sky full of thick smoke, like a ghost, coldly and ruthlessly disappearing on the devastated land of Elbaf.

In his mind, the situation in Mary Geoise is the top priority.

As resistance forces continue to emerge and the world order gradually shakes, Topman realizes that this will be a critical moment that will determine the direction of history.

He must return to the center of power and ensure that he remains invincible amidst the layers of conspiracies and calculations.

He left without any regrets, feeling happy about the sense of control over the situation.

As a member of the Celestial Dragons, he considered himself superior, and this war and the calculations behind it were just tools for him to consolidate his power.

The turmoil in Marijoa may be the stage that excites him the most.

There, there is the goal he has been looking forward to, and there are more secrets waiting to be revealed.

The figure of Saint Topman Vochuli gradually walked away, leaving behind only the devastated Elbaf.

In this land that was once full of the spirit of warriors, now only the cold sound of machinery echoes.

With Topman's departure, his mind had already flown to the holy land thousands of miles away. The unpredictable situation there was far more complicated and attractive than the smoke of war in Elbaf.

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On the high walls of Marijoa, the figures of the Five Elders disappeared into the dark corners.

Above the holy land shrouded in white mist, smoke mixed with the smell of blood spread out, and the sounds of fierce fighting continued to be heard.

"Kill!"

"Conquer Marijoa!!"

"Capture the Five Elders alive and become the most powerful person!!!"

"..."

The pirates attacked like a tide, and seemed to have taken the initiative in the battle. Roars echoed in the air, and sharp swords and gunfire intertwined to create a picture of life and death.

However, at the highest point of the holy land, the gazes of the Five Elders did not fluctuate at all, as if this chaos had nothing to do with them.

"It's really curious," Shepard ten Peter Saint, who was wearing a black robe, spoke slowly, with a hint of cold mockery in his voice, "Are the motives of these pirates really so simple? Or has someone arranged everything long ago?"

Izambaron V. Nasujuro Saint walked slowly to the window and stared coldly at the battlefield below.

Although the pirates had the upper hand in the situation, they did not deliver any real fatal blows, as if their power was guided by some invisible hand and they were just playing a role in a play.

"Let them be so self-righteous," he said softly, "these fools really think they have a chance to capture Marijoa."

The Five Elders knew in their hearts that the pirates' fanaticism was just a cover-up, a means to create chaos for the real mastermind behind the scenes.

Although they seemed to be at a disadvantage and their defense was precarious, this was exactly the trap they had carefully planned.

Every defensive retreat, every deliberate flaw, was only to lure out the person who was truly manipulating the situation.

"Sure enough, these guys' methods are far from enough." Izambaron V. Nasujuro touched the long sword in his hand, and the blade reflected his cold eyes. "The real enemy will never be exposed so easily. They must be hiding in deeper darkness."

At this moment, every battle on the battlefield and every inch of land fought for seemed to have become "evidence" in the eyes of the Five Elder Stars.

They are like a group of ruthless hunters, patiently waiting for their prey to reveal real flaws.

Even if the pirates have the upper hand, all this seems to them to be nothing more than a foolish struggle. What they really want is not to stop the pirates' attack, but to uncover the hand hidden in the dark behind this incident.

"We will find out." Topman Vochuli Saint said in a low voice, his voice full of deep calculation, "No matter who is behind the scenes and how powerful they are, no matter how they plan, they will be exposed one day."

They exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding in their hearts.

These pirates are nothing more than a group of pawns, and the real game has not yet begun.

The Five Elder Stars never underestimated their enemies. On the contrary, because they had some vague guesses in their hearts, they chose to wait and see.

They want to make the situation more chaotic and expose the enemy's cards completely before they take action and win with one blow.

The smoke outside the window was still thick, the ground of Marijoa was covered in blood, and the pirates' shouts were still deafening.

However, to the Five Elder Stars, all this seemed just some kind of inevitable "performance", a carefully designed drama. They watched coldly, not in a hurry to take action, waiting for the real mastermind behind the scenes to push themselves to the center of the stage.

"Let them fight. The more chaotic the better." Jaygolucia Satan pushed open the door and walked in, a sneer on his face. "When everything is settled, the World Government will still be standing. We just need to temporarily use this chaos to dig out the real enemy."

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