What bad thoughts can a paladin have?

Chapter 30 Please call me kick the door group!

All this happened so fast that Keita's three villains, who were younger brothers, had no time to react.

It wasn't until Keita fell dead that the three of them realized what had happened.

"Gu..."

The three swallowed hard, looking at Ren with a trace of fear in their eyes.

"What are you afraid of, he is alone, we have three, and I have the advantage!"

One of them yelled loudly, as if to embolden himself and his companions. He drew out his dagger and stabbed at Ren.

Seeing this, the two companions bit the bullet, or machetes, or wooden sticks, and smashed towards Ren's forehead.

Ren raised the barbed light shield with his left hand to block the stabbing short sword, and swept away the long sword in his right hand, swinging the machete and stick that hit him aside.

His strength of 16 points is not comparable to these bastards who are only slightly stronger than the townspeople!

Blocking the attack of the three lightly, Ren took a step back slightly, raised the shield with his left hand, and smashed it down on the face of the villain who had just made a sound.

Heavy shield slams, launch!
Frightened, the panicked villain subconsciously blocked the dagger in front of him.

"what!"

With a scream, the villain's left arm, which was in front of him, was smashed into a broken fracture by Ren's blow, and the half-finger-long spikes on the outside of the shield were even patted on the opponent's face by Ren.

As the blood splattered, the villain didn't even have time to hum, before falling to the ground, completely out of breath.

These guys are used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong in the town, but where have they seen such a bloody scene, their legs are so frightened that their legs are weak in an instant.

"My lord, please spare us!"

"We were also forced!"

The two bullies trembled.

Forgive you?

Ren sneered coldly, shook his right hand, and instantly handed out the refined long sword, piercing one of them through in the eyes of the other party in astonishment!

"You... aren't you... a holy, paladin?"

Looking at Ren's eyes full of murderous intent, he spit blood from his mouth feeling the rapid passing of life, and asked the question in his heart with difficulty.

"Who told you that all paladins regard forgiveness as a virtue?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Ren's face.

"I, Ren, am the black knight who crawled back from hell to take revenge!"

At the beginning, Andre Ryan was slack and careless, and the weapon was robbed by the opponent, which ended up like that.

The original owner had suffered a loss once, wouldn't he be too stupid if he was fooled again now?
As for forgiving them?

That's what the God of Death should do, and he, the black knight Ren, is only responsible for sending them to meet the God of Death!
Don't forget, [No Mercy to the Wicked] is one of the four creeds of the revenge paladins!
"You, you are a devil, ah!"

Facing Ren, who was full of murderous aura, and the tragic deaths of his companions, the string called "reason" in the mind of the last bully completely collapsed. He yelled, turned his head and crawled towards the distance run away.

He wants to stay away from this bloodthirsty demon!
"Tsk, sure enough! Fortunately, I was prepared."

Looking at the bald bully who was desperately fleeing, Ren licked his lips unhappily, took out a short javelin from the dimension bag, took a brief aim, and threw it at the opponent's back.

The paladins have all undergone conventional militarized training, whether it is a simple weapon or a military weapon, they can use it proficiently and get started quickly.

Although the lethality is not as good as that of a fighter with weapon specialization, the damage to non-professionals is still extremely considerable.

A few seconds later, a scream pierced the night sky.

"Three people, only 1800 experience points," Ren said with a hint of disgust in his voice, "However, mosquito legs are also meat!"

Not everyone can be a professional, and these bullies are obviously not. Their challenge level is only level 2 with the bonus of team combat.

Ren shook his head, stepped over the corpse on the ground, and walked into the abandoned manor.

He is not a ranger or a rogue, he likes to sneak attack and backstab the black hand. Compared with him, kicking the door directly is obviously more simple and rude!
Just kick through the doors one by one, and kill the enemies one by one. How can there be so many messes and twists and turns!
boom!
At the same time that the gate of the manor was kicked open by Ren, a bald gang member roared and punched Ren.

A monk with a part-time job as a boxer!

Fallen!
Ren's eyes suddenly became sharp.

The practice of monks is extremely difficult and requires persistent practice in order to sharpen one's body, sharpen one's will, and strengthen one's heart.

But some monks obviously couldn't bear this kind of practice, and finally chose to bow their heads to the secular world and became degenerates.

But looking at the way this guy jumped out first, it was clear that he was at most a level 1 monk, and he had advanced to a level 2 boxer by the way.

The strength of a monk lies in his heart, and a monk without a strong heart is simply a rookie!
Ren snorted coldly, held out the long sword in his hand, and instantly collided with the knuckles on the opponent's fist.

Boom!

Ren's body remained motionless, but the other party took more than two steps before standing still, with a look of surprise flashing across his face.

Being in power is not forgiving, Ren ran after the monk with a big stride!

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

What's more, the opponent's part-time occupation, whether it is a monk or a boxer, is a cloth armor occupation and cannot be equipped with armor.

Without armor, as long as Ren can hit the opponent's vitals, those waiting for the opponent, even if they don't die, will lose their fighting power!
With no way to retreat, the monk roared, crossed his arms, and locked the long sword in Ren's hand with a knuckle.

Seeing that the weapon was locked, Ren smiled and let go decisively to retreat.

Ren's actions confused the monk a little.

Doesn't this guy know that without a weapon, he becomes the target of his own side?
However, at the next moment, Ren's empty right hand touched his waist, and a long sword with uncertain reality appeared in his palm instantly.

It is Ren's trophy, the dark sword of the gray dwarf brothers!
Before the monk could react, Ren shook his wrist, and the gray sword light circled around his wrist in the blink of an eye!
In the next moment, he only felt his arms lighten, and a heart-piercing pain was transmitted from his wrist to his brain.

"what!"

The monk clutched his severed wrist and howled miserably.

Ren put a sword on his heart with a blank face, helping him end the pain.

Well, that's how we paladins like to be helpful.

"Oh shit!"

Seeing that the monk was beheaded in less than three seconds in front of Ren, the professionals who had just heard the sound felt a little tingling in their scalps, and their forward momentum stopped.

Ren glanced at the other party. There were four people, two rogues, one warrior, and the last one was tall and taller than himself by a head. He should be a barbarian.

With a strong push under his feet, Ren lifted the monk's body towards the warrior and the barbarian, while he himself threw himself towards the two rogues.

If you want to kill, kill the crispy-skinned profession with thin blood first!

(End of this chapter)