Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"I'm really awake!"

The long sword and shield in Smir Le Bato's hand had long been thrown to the ground, and the giant barrel helmet with a small fire dragon helmet was slapped to nowhere after the first blow.

While he screamed in grief, he quickly stretched out two iron gloves and tightly covered his face, which was already swollen beyond recognition.

At this moment, the twenty-eighth heir to the Principality of Bastogne, a descendant of the founding monarch of Bretonnia, and the leader of the Fire Dragon Knights had already walked out of the illusion. The silver light in his eyes was met by a large number of huge slaps on his cheeks. Seal is driven away by the golden light that enters.

The grave mistake of making war on the monarch, killing the heroic guards, and the collapse of his faith made his heart feel like a knife.

"I...I have no shame to live anymore, I'm sorry to everyone..."

The knight who instinctively protected his face dropped his hands to the ground along with his slumped knees.

Boom!

The leader of a large knight group just knelt down on the battlefield where they were fighting Zhentian.

He lowered his head, and the long golden hair on both sides slipped out from the gap in the chainmail turban, covering his colorless face.

"Stand up, child of the Baator family, you still have unfinished duties!"

Raun's voice came from afar. The king of Bretonnia was blocking with a sword in his left hand, and the slap in his right hand created an afterimage.

Every Bretonnian with a slap mark on his face either fell to his knees in confusion like a knight, or never got up again.

slap~

As he spoke, the intermediate ancient kings guard gave an extremely loud slap in the face.

Click!

A knight whose face was swollen to the point of being unbelievable had no chance of waking up this time.

His helmet with a book helmet turned straight behind him with a loud bang on his neck, and his whole body spun like a top and flew down the city wall.

hiss~

Horror!

By the door of the tower, Chen Sheng, who was guarding the crenel and "knocking gophers" with his storm sword, was startled by the "human-shaped arrow" flying diagonally in front of him. The scene of the head and body spinning separately was really a bit scary.

He looked along the source and happened to see Lao En's golden palm.

He is worthy of being the second "fan-head" in the past. His strength is really hard to say.

Just now he saw the other party's "holding back" behavior, and thought it was because he couldn't bear to kill his own people. Now it seems that the Bretonnian who can survive in this hand depends on whether he has the blessing. .

"Do I still have a chance?"

Smil trembled and slowly raised his hands. Tears of repentance rolled down from his eyes in large drops. The blood stains on the two iron gloves melted and dissipated the moment the tears touched him.

"Atoning for the dead, shouldering his unfinished duty, child."

A familiar voice appeared in the knight's ears, and he turned around as if grasping a life-saving straw.

It's Taric Knight!

That golden light...

"What should I do, Knight Tariq, please teach me!"

Smeer begged, seeing in the golden light surrounding the stranger a chance for redemption.

"Be loyal to my lord, Duke Chen Sheng, and be loyal to the Holy Light Lord Chen Sheng, and atone for the sins of the soldier who was accidentally killed by you until all chaos and evil are driven away,

Can you do it until the light of our Lord shines in every corner of the world? ! "

Tarik looked with burning eyes at Smir and the Bretonnians behind him who were kneeling on the ground with swollen cheeks and looking up at him.

"Yes, I can!"

The Bretonnians who had been cast the Holy Light version of "Give Me the Piao Piao Fist" shouted in unison.

"Then, call the name of our Lord from the bottom of your heart! Let the Holy Light test your loyalty."

Lawn, who had his back to Smil, didn't even bother to concentrate on the long sword in his left hand at this moment.

He was already several times bigger than the ordinary knights of Baator. After becoming an intermediate guard of the ancient kings, if it were not for the "restraint" of armor, he could be on par with Sigma's big hammer-wielding guy, or even surpass him by a head.

At this moment, he stood between the two crenels, and every pair of Bretonnians who came up, whether they were old farmers in "cloth armor" or heavily armored knights or retainers.

They were all slapped to the side, either immediately cooled down, or dragged aside by soldiers who thought they were in the way to reflect.

The efficiency is ridiculously high, and it firmly ranks at the top of the "enemies killed" list in the defense of Teldrassil.

"I swear to always be loyal to Duke Chen Sheng, and I swear to always follow the footsteps of Lord Holy Light Chen Sheng... If I violate this, my soul will never be at peace!"

Smil suddenly raised his head and looked expectantly at the figure wrapped in golden light. At this moment, in his eyes, the image of the goddess in the lake had been completely replaced by Chen Sheng.

Ding!

The Bretonnian Fire Dragon Knights offer their allegiance to you, accept or reject it.

Ding!

Some awakened Bretonnian warriors offer their allegiance to you, accept or reject it.

Ding!

Some neutral Bretonnians hope to be saved and accepted by the Holy Light, accept or reject it.

what?

Does this work?

accept!

Chen Sheng was stunned when he received the system prompt, and then chose to accept it without hesitation. Since these people were forced by Lilith's skills, and they knelt down and sincerely repented at this moment, it was not that they could not be given a chance to atone for their sins.

"Good job, come on~"

A soft voice appeared in Chen Sheng's ear, and the tone was the same as the one that blew Lilith away before.

Ding!

Elune is very happy, you got a super ancient handicraft.

Ding!

Wow! Golden legend! You receive the Holy Warrior Crown (Rare-Limited).

Holy Warrior (Rare-Limited)

Active Skill: Group Free Hand

characteristic:

Holy Warrior

Elune's gaze

Rating: This is my first handiwork, and it could be a little better - Elune.

Group Free Hand: Makes friendly targets immune to any movement restrictions and mind control effects, lasting 15 minutes, affected by the number of commanders, and has a one-day cooldown.

Holy Warrior:

1. Elune has left homework for you. Everyone who embraces the Holy Light on his own will provide him with some Holy Light seeds. The next level of treasure requires 2 people.

2. When equipped, it increases the recovery speed of the power of holy light of nearby troops by 5%.

Elune's Gaze: Elune is paying attention to you.

Am I considered the chosen one?

This headband composed of holy light made Chen Sheng's breathing become heavier unconsciously.

extract!

hum~

A golden light suddenly appeared from his hand, illuminating the nearby Bretonnian warrior who had just climbed up and instantly entered a state of dizziness.

Their ears were filled with a buzzing sound.

"What's going on? Why are you ordering a retreat at this time?"

In the world of a Bretonnian attendant, the voice just now was the voice of the Lady of the Lake ordering a retreat. Although he did not understand it, as a Holy Grail Knight, he must obey.

"retreat!"

The attendant shouted, and then quickly retreated. His weakly protected butt violently collided with the knight's helmet climbing rapidly below.

boom!

The two figures fell heavily under the city wall.