A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 27 The Red-Handed Demon

On the spacious King's Road, a group of knights surrounded a tall maroon horse.

Tyrion sat on his special saddle, frowned at the fleeing travelers around him, and turned his head to look at the Lannister soldiers in red robes beside him.

"Witt, how long do you have to go?"

"My lord, if you go at full speed, it will take about three days. If it is still like the previous two days, it may take a week..."

Witte lowered his head slightly, implying that Tyrion was moving too slowly.

"yes……"

How could Tyrion fail to understand the meaning of Witt's words, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said clearly.

"Let's go for seven days..."

"..."

The corner of Witt's eyes twitched, but he still bowed his head respectfully, and urged the horses to both sides of the team, driving away the approaching people.

Seeing Werther deflated, Bronn sneered a little, urged his horse to lean up, and asked Tyrion.

"Although I like your Lannister's majesty on the road, I still don't understand why you walk so slowly?"

"Hehe, of course it's for two more days of prestige..."

Hearing Bronn's words, Tyrion laughed strangely twice,
"..." Bronn had a face of disbelief, his eyes wandered around seemingly casually, but he was extremely vigilant.

"Of course, this is only one aspect of the reason."

Tyrion smiled nonchalantly, then lowered his voice.

"Cersei has gone crazy recently, arresting strangers in King's Landing regardless of black and white, catching one and killing the other, tsk tsk, this lunatic is now angry, I don't want to go back to King's Landing so early to touch her brow."

Bronn nodded, and that seemed like a reason.

Seeing that Bronn seemed to believe this reason, Tyrion was smiling, but his eyes were full of sadness.

In fact, he is not afraid of Cersei at all, and this time he returns to King's Landing to seize power in Cersei's hands. The reason why he delays his journey is only for the sake of the travelers around him.

Robbery, rape, killing, with Lannister's lion banner here, none of this will happen, and they can reach King's Landing more safely.

No one dared to be more majestic than Lannister on the king's road, otherwise Lannister would show them what true majesty is...

But this reason will not be believed.

No one would believe that a dwarf as ugly as a devil would have an angel in his heart, just like no one would believe that a bandit would be called Zhang Muzhi, they thought the bandit should be called Zhang Mazi.

"Oh, right."

Tyrion seemed to suddenly remember something, and whispered to Bronn.

"There is news from King's Landing that the wizard who killed my nephew has escaped from King's Landing. If you accidentally run into that wizard..."

"Take you away as soon as possible, I understand."

Bronn's tone was loose.

"Seriously, don't you really want to resist? If you pay enough, maybe I'd like to challenge that wizard for you."

"what……"

Tyrion sneered.
"Hopefully, when the time comes, you'll think so, too."

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, there was a shout of travelers from behind the team, followed by the sound of hurried hooves.

The sound of hooves startled the team, Tyrion frowning and stopped, Lannister soldiers and hired riders drew their swords and turned their horses.

In his eyes, a knight in a black robe and a black mask, with only one pair of eyes exposed, galloped on the king's highway.

Tyrion sighed and waved his right hand with the lion's head ring.

"Witt, teach him the rules of the King's Road."

Witt nodded, took out a crossbow from the box next to the horse, loaded it with bolts, aimed at the knight, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh-"

The stone arrow pierced through the air and shot towards the knight.

Following the tail feathers of the stone arrow, Tyrion sighed in his heart. He didn't like taking a person's life casually like this, but he was a Lannister after all.

Whether it's for the surname or the rules on the King's Road, Tyrion has reason to teach this galloping guy a lesson.

In the eyes of Tyrion and the travelers around him, the rider was undoubtedly a dead man.

Witt's aim was very good, and the stone arrow shot towards the rider's chest with incomparable precision, as if it could penetrate his heart in the next second.

At this moment, a hand appeared in everyone's field of vision as if out of nothing, biting the shaft of the stone arrow like an indestructible iron tongs.

The black-robed knight raised his head, his dark eyes were full of chilling indifference, his left hand under the black robe tightly grasped the reins of the war horse, and his right hand grasping the stone arrow moved forward vigorously.

"call out--"

A whistling sound was sharper than before, and a barbarian at the edge of the line suddenly raised his head, and when he lowered his head again, a stone arrow had already been deeply inserted into his forehead.

"Bam—"

The barbarian whose head had been pierced by the stone arrow fell off his horse as if he had lost his bones.

"what!"

Bronn and the surrounding Lannister soldiers turned pale with fright, and drew their steel swords one after another.

"Witt!"

Before Tyrion finished shouting, Witt had already loaded the stone arrow, and several Lannister soldiers around him also took out the crossbow.

Bronn leaned forward, sword in hand, and stood in front of Tyrion.

He didn't mean to slow down!
Looking at the knight who was still charging indifferently, Tyrion frowned.

Knowing that there are more than [-] people on my side and only one person on the other side, why do I still feel a little panic in my heart?

"Fire arrows!"

Witt yelled and pulled the trigger.

Five stone arrows shot towards the black-robed knight in a row.

The knight didn't panic at all, grabbed the black robe on his shoulder with his right hand, and shook forward suddenly. The black robe wrapped the five stone arrows, and an invisible force dissolved all the power on the five stone arrows.

With another shake, the stone arrows fell to the ground one after another.

Witt and the others wanted to keep filling and try to shoot another arrow, but the barbarians on both sides of the team had already raised their refined steel axes and rushed towards the rider screaming.

"Fuck!"

Witt cursed, hating these barbarians who had no discipline at all, but he had no choice but to abandon the crossbow in his hand and shout, "Draw your sword!"

The travelers around all fled in panic, lest they be affected.

Looking at the dozen or so barbarian cavalry rushing forward, the black-robed knight finally drew the sword from his waist.

Unable to contain the panic in his heart, Tyrion urged the horse to turn around.

But when he turned his head, Tyrion couldn't help but startled slightly, he saw the sword in the black robe knight's hand.

It was a hundred-refined steel sword with a dull metallic color, and a gold-plated and finely carved cloud-patterned gauntlet, full of exquisite and majestic noble temperament.

Tyrion had never seen such a beautiful killer.

But at this moment, a violent invisible wave is gestating on the blade, the sand and rocks pointed by the sword tip vibrate, the dust floats, and the air fluctuates and distorts.

The horse under the black-robed knight's crotch was frightened by this. Regardless of the injury to the hoof and leg, it raised its two front hooves high in a sudden stop.

"Sorry-"

While the war horses roared, the barbarians who had rushed forward laughed and raised their battle axes one after another.

At this moment, the indifferent voice of the black-robed knight came from behind his horse.

"Earth fissure..."

Accompanied by this indifferent voice, the blade that was almost twisted in the air rose sharply.

"Wave Sword!"

A violent wave engulfed the dust on the ground and set off a gust of wind. The ground trembled and tore as the blade passed by. A clearly visible crack moved forward, almost at the same speed as the gust of wind.

Before the few barbarian knights who rushed forward could react, they were torn in half by an invisible wave, including the man and the horse.

The blood mist was engulfed in sand and wind, and mixed with it, it blew forward violently. The barbarian cavalry on both sides flew high to both sides amidst howls.

The sand and stones in the strong wind cut the barbarian cavalry's skin like sharp knives, and blood was floating in the air like money.

The Lannister soldiers in the rear bent down one after another, subconsciously protecting and hiding behind the horse's neck, resisting the violent impact.

Tyrion's short body played a role. He hid behind the horse's neck, tried his best to open his eyes, and looked at the indifferent tall figure on the horse's back at the end through the gap between the mane and the sand.

In a blur, he seemed to see a bright scarlet.

scarlet, red...

Tyrion suddenly remembered something, his eyes slowly widened, and panic and fear gradually surfaced in his heart.

It's him!

That red-handed demon!
(End of this chapter)