Full Time Mage Lord

Terrible enemy!

The adjutant tried hard not to tremble. In fact, he was on the verge of collapse.

If everything he guessed in his heart was true, then the guy named Xiuyin Neumann from the wyrmlight leader was really terrifying!

Sir, please retreat quickly!

The adjutant shouted almost at the top of his lungs, but Martial seemed unable to hear him, his spear always pointing forward.

Forward, warriors of the Empire, advance!

Until the guards around Martial fell one by one, and finally when he saw the figure of the adjutant who had been by his side all year round and helped him with military affairs for nearly ten years, he slowly crawled to the ground. At this time, Martial finally stopped dancing with his spear.

The glow gradually faded, and the battlefield seemed quiet. Except for the constant moans from the wounded soldiers who fell to the ground and the neighing of the horses, Martial could no longer hear the sound of the battle formations advancing in unison, and he could not hear anything. The guards screamed and roared.

He looked around, or rather, there was no left or right anymore...

The corpses of men and horses were everywhere, and standing behind Martial were already warriors from the Dragon Splendor Territory.

Martial glanced at the leading soldier behind him with red eyes.

May I have your name?

The voice no longer had the power, but it gave Chris a sense of pressure that he had to answer.

Captain of the Longhui Legion, Chris.

It was very brief, but it made Martial nod first and then shake his head when he turned around.

Among the barbarians, there are actually warriors like you...

But you haven't improved the Star Empire. Barbarians are barbarians. They don't know what glory is...

While Martial was pondering, his eyes slowly fell on the man in front of him.

It's a teenager.

One head of red hair, but there are also a lot of white hairs in between.

Only one eye shone with formidable intelligence.

Martial was defeated, defeated at the hands of this young man.

My family will be laughed at by future generations for thousands of years!

The majestic imperial paladin was defeated by a southern barbarian lord. This was the biggest joke played by the goddess of wisdom, and it was still in the hinterland of Kinki of the empire.

Martial's hand held the spear tightly. If possible, he really wanted to crush this weapon made of cold iron taken from the arctic ice fields in the north.

It was anger towards the boy in front of him.

Xuyin Neumann, even if you defeat me, it is impossible to take the imperial capital. Hundreds of thousands of people are here, just waiting to be destroyed. Emperor Rubik will also kill all of you southern barbarians. They were all broken into pieces!

And you-

Martial's spear was pointed at Xiu Yin. His eyes were horribly red and swollen, and the dim light on his body suddenly lit up again.

It's hatred, it's for glory.

Martial's spear has never been defeated. He recruited his brides from the empire's knight school, from the empire's soldier barracks, and from the competition of Emperor Rubik.

The yellow glow is like a burning flame, but the flame is too dazzling.

The Gun of Judgment...

All the soul energy of the Paladin poured into the spear. The Paladin's control of elemental power was already equivalent to that of a magister. A large number of rock-attribute elements gathered on the spear, and the strength of the spear was gained at this moment. Unlimited version enhancements.

Martial, as his nickname goes, has the teeth of black soil.

Even the spear made of cold iron seemed to be melting at this moment.

In Xiuyin's eyes, it was an extremely standard action of throwing a spear.

Martial threw the cold iron spear in his hand towards Xiu Yin, like a yellow lightning.

Hans, who was closest to Xiu Yin, even discovered Martial's intention, but the next moment the gun shadow flashed, before the sound of breaking through the air came, the tip of the gun was only a few steps away from Xiu Yin!

collar……

Hans had no time to react. Even if it was a reminder, his words were not as fast as the light and shadow of the spear.

Whoosh!

The sound of piercing the air did not erupt until the spear was only a few steps away from Xiu Yin.

Hoo, ho--

Martial's sweat kept flowing on the ground, and a few mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth. After exhausting his strength, he could no longer support his body and knelt directly on the soil.

However, the next moment, all the veins on Martial's face popped out. He wanted to roar, but he no longer had enough strength.

He wanted to scream, but his mouth was already full of blood oozing from his gums.

No, no, no...

The blood in his mouth flowed out as he mumbled, and finally, he broke out.

No!!!

The flashing cold iron spear had clearly pierced Xiuyin Neumann's body.

However, with the strength of Paladin Martial, he saw that what was pierced was just an afterimage.

Why is there an afterimage?

Martial can see it clearly too.

When the tip of the spear was about to completely penetrate Xiu Yin, Xiu Yin moved, or in other words, the spear was slowed down for a moment. At this moment, Xiu Yin's upper body dodged aside.

The Spear of Judgment, Martial's attack with all his strength, was just dodged.

Despite this, Xiu Yin was still carried backwards by the powerful power contained in the spear.

boom!

The spear penetrated the ground not far behind Xiu Yin, and only two-thirds of the entire spear was submerged in the soil.

Lord!

Hans hurriedly hugged Xiu Yin.

Ahem!

Xiu Yin stood up with the help of Hans. If the ring on his hand hadn't affected the time and space not far from Xiu Yin's body, Martial's hand did not make Xiu Yin expect it, but fortunately there was Alice. timely reminder.

Seeing that the leather armor on the shoulder area has cracked, and his arm facing the direction of the spear still feels a dull pain, he knows how powerful this blow is.

Marquis Martial, give up.

Xiu Yin looked at Martial, who was already alone and exhausted, with some pity.

Martial struggled and shook his body a few times, but ultimately did not stand up.

Cultivation of the cause, call... repair of the cause, call... repair...

Martial felt his vision begin to blur, but he could see his spear.

The empire, the glory of the empire...

Martial crawled forward hard, but his movements became slower and slower, and the position of the spear seemed to be forever out of reach.

Xiu Yin nodded to Irwin beside him.

Irwin turned around to pull out the spear that was deeply embedded in the ground. He didn't pull out the spear until his soul flashed and he used all his strength.

With a clang, Irwin threw the spear in front of Martial.