People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 567 Disaster

Drim, who was mixed in a group of armored heavy cavalry, is now an experienced knight of the order.

After he received the "god gift" to charge with a gun, control a horse, and ride a horse, it seemed as if he was born with it. As long as his physical fitness kept up, he could perform it to the fullest.

Only by experiencing it personally can you know how this invincible elite under the Duke's command came from scratch and took only such a short time to form.

It is not the "magic potion" that people generally speculate, or a unique military training method, or it is the lord Lothar's father Count Werner is loyal to, the Duke of Swabia, the Emperor of Germania or the Empress of the Eastern Empire in private. funding.

This is a miracle.

He lined up side by side with his companions and rushed into the dark corridor.

The "magic potion" made him clearly see that in the corridor, a group of deformed wolf-like monsters were surrounding the corpse of a dead knight and gnawing at it.

They buried themselves in the knight's belly and feasted.

After hearing his footsteps, they all turned their heads, revealing their hideous faces covered in blood.

follow closely.

The companions beside him did not hesitate to give in. They cursed and roared, but the movements of their hands did not slow down at all. In just a moment, they slaughtered all the deformed werewolves entrenched in this corridor.

He barely had time to react before he was buried in the rubble.

They all gave up on the delicious meal in front of them and rushed towards them crazily.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor not far away.

Derem's expression was very calm. While shouting orders, he inserted the tip of the shield in his hand into the ground and stood firmly on the spot with his legs. When he ran out of energy to attack the werewolf, he struck him with a shield. He fell down, stepped on the opponent's chest with heavy iron boots, and decapitated him with a sword.

The werewolf looked unruly as he slowly climbed up from the ruins. The blood under his feet formed puddles. The hideous wounds on his body, the rolled flesh and flesh, were almost disembowelled, and the damaged organs exposed were still healing rapidly at this moment.

The knight in the horned helmet asked.

"This unlucky guy fell into the hands of these monsters and couldn't even leave his body intact."

"Kill! Kill all these monsters!"

This is not the strongest opponent he has encountered since he came to this world, but it is definitely the opponent he has the most fun fighting.

The burly figure with bloody footprints walked out of the corridor quickly.

Derem was shocked and said: "No, it's okay. Thank you Lord Hans."

the knights shouted.

The knight wearing a horned helmet suddenly lifted the stone slab in front of him that was holding down the young knight of the order, and muttered in his mouth: "Sure enough, we can't expect this guy to be interested in fighting, and to be able to take care of your lord, try not to make too much noise." "Movement' instructions."

"Damn it!"

"Do you need help?"

The huge werewolf that Veneto transformed into was kicked directly to the wall by the black werewolf.

A Kurdish cavalryman reminded loudly.

Hans stood up, came to the edge of the broken city wall, and jumped down without hesitation.

Derem subconsciously turned around and saw the crumbling stone wall crashing towards him.

"Derim, get out of the way!"

Derem was still calm, but there was an indescribable sense of excitement in his chest. He could feel that his strength was no longer the same as that of the scout cavalry and the young nomad in the tribe, but he didn't expect it. That he would become so strong.

"Don't panic, form a formation, even if you are a monster, you will die if your head is cut off!"

Another loud bang.

At this time.

"Quick, save people!"

The knight team continued to move along the corridor, and light gradually appeared in front of them.

He patted Derem on the shoulder: "How do you feel?"

"Send them to hell to repent!"

"No, no need, I will tear it into pieces with my own hands."

boom--

Just listen to bang——

His eyes were scarlet, full of excitement and rage. Even if he was at a disadvantage, even if there were more and more injuries on his body, he was even more excited.

Immediately afterwards, two huge beasts crashed through the wall and passed by them in their horrified eyes.

"Father, what kind of monster is this?"

The knights who were waiting for him breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Master Hans!"

It was like the stored kerosene exploded.

Giant trebuchets threw hundreds of pounds of boulders against the city walls.

"It's okay."

At this time, two werewolves fighting fiercely had entered the city from inside the city wall.

This is the characteristic of the berserker.

The more injured you are, the stronger you are, and the closer you are to death, the harder it is to die.

In game terminology, it is a master of deceiving the health bar. The health bar is obviously close to zero, but this zero point is as far away from the other end of the blood tank as a chasm.

Hans shrugged, not forcing himself to get involved.

The enemy is gone, but one werewolf can no longer make any waves.

On the opposite side, Jabri's whole body was numb.

I have never seen an opponent like this. He clearly lags behind me in all aspects of combat, but he is like hot syrup made from a piece of date palm. It sticks to his body. If he wants to crush it, the opponent will only burn him even more. I want to If you try to pull it off, a large piece of flesh will stick to it. The fury of the battle gradually subsided.

He realized that his fate was over.

Even after taking the magic potion, the militiamen with meager combat effectiveness could not stop these Franks.

These Franks are not normal people at all!

And he, the strongest combat power, was restrained by this "similar" sent by the enemy.

He lost, completely.

At this moment, the hateful smile full of mockery on Kemal's face seemed to appear in front of his eyes again, as well as the inaudible words "I'll wait for you in hell."

Ah.

Even if I lose, I won't die here.

Not only will he not die.

Jabri took a deep look at Veneto. There was no curse on the werewolf, which meant that the curse on the werewolf could be removed - even if it didn't work this time.

Next time, he will definitely take the method to remove the curse from this guy.

Those who can't kill themselves will only make themselves stronger!

Poor woman, your humble curse will not only not kill me, but will become the cornerstone for me to gain extraordinary power!

Then, without hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

At the same time, Veneto was like a gray lightning, chasing him from behind.

The sharp claws left a deeply visible mark on Jabri's back, but at this time he could no longer care about the injury.

The two werewolves just bathed in the moonlight and climbed over the city wall one after the other.

Originally, Veneto could barely catch up with his opponent, but soon his injuries slowed him down a bit, and the distance between them gradually widened, but Veneto still didn't seem to give up. Thoughts of pursuit.

What a joke!

Ever since I came to this world, I have been a bloodthirsty wolf, but in every battle I have acted like a minion. I finally got a chance to be the protagonist. If I just let the enemy go, how can he have the face to meet the adults? That "granddaughter" who is much better than herself?

Jabri was not panicked at all. He even looked back with interest to look at Veneto who was pursuing him, wondering if he could lead this guy to a corner where no one was paying attention. Any chance of getting the secret to getting rid of the curse today?

"Idiot, do you really think I can't kill you?"

A hideous smile appeared on Jabri's ferocious wolf face.

But soon, he found that his plan failed.

Because the "same kind" who was chasing him relentlessly, as if he wanted to chase him forever, actually gave up.

"That's it?"

Jabri's plan failed, but he couldn't get angry. Instead, he felt relieved that "you are nothing more than that".

However, he did not notice that Veneto's face showed no emotion like anger at all, but only a trace of helplessness and regret.

"It's a pity, we finally met a good opponent."

"I'm about to be beaten"

next moment.

It was as if countless monks from the monastery were singing in unison.

It seemed as if the sky was filled with angels fluttering their white wings.

It was as if a bright sun appeared in the dark night.

The werewolf fled quickly, his body frozen in place.

Fear, despair, unquestionable - all kinds of emotions appeared on the face of this arrogant werewolf who was cursed to play with his brain.

"What power is this?"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

A golden beam of light, as if projected from heaven, cut through the entire dark night, split the world shrouded in darkness, and landed on top of his head.

It seemed that the next moment, his body would turn into mustard powder in the endless light.

Even though he had witnessed it many times with his own eyes, Veneto's face still showed a hint of instinctive fear and—awe.

This is the power of the Glory Knight.

This is the holy spear.

This is what all dark creatures talk about the power of color change.

however.

Jabri did not turn into mustard powder.

The innocent and indestructible holy spear actually stopped in place when it was only a centimeter away.

On the werewolf, it was as dark as ink, a hundred times darker than this night. Even the power of the holy light could not illuminate it, just like a snake spitting out poisonous messages, it roared viciously but silently. .

"I won't allow it!"

"I will never allow this guy to be burned to ashes by you so lightly."

"I want him to live forever, tortured mad by the curse, go crazy, and turn into an evil beast that only knows how to eat people. I want him to wake up and see his wife whose throat has been ripped out and her body torn into pieces. I want him to No matter how much human flesh you eat, you will still be hungry!"

Full of resentment and hatred, it fully expresses a woman's hatred.

Gradually.

Shenghui's stamina seems to be running low.

However, at this moment, a figure bathed in golden light came in front of the werewolf.

She frowned slightly and sighed softly.

"That's it for now."

The golden holy spear that was originally fixed was destroyed in the next moment by Jeanne's full force, destroying everything together with the curse.

(End of this chapter)