Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"Safang?"

Catron looked at the black knight commander who was standing motionless in front of Tiejuma with confusion on his face.

Is there something wrong with the spell?

Can't you?

I tried it three times before and it was perfect, right?

"Safang, what are you hesitating about? Kill him quickly!"

Catron shouted angrily that this Black Knight was the first one he successfully made and the one he put the most effort into.

In order to promote this black knight to the legendary death knight, he also spent a lot of money to buy many soul-strengthening materials to build armor for him.

The effect is naturally good. He can leave many things to this black knight commander who thinks just like ordinary people, except when facing the knights of Bretonnia.

This was also the reason why he was embarrassed in front of his cousin during the last battle at Holy Spring Manor.

But where is it now?

Oh...

It's those two people!

The features of a Bretonnian knight are striking.

Catron only glanced at it and quickly found Tariq and Maloney among the army, who were standing blankly behind the iron horse and the shield wall.

"Death Scythe!"

The vampire baron took out 6 magic stone coins and held them in his hands. He wanted to use his most powerful magic to solve the hidden dangers of his proud work.

Woo~woo~woo~

A strange cry suddenly sounded.

stab~

A giant scythe emitting black mist appeared out of thin air above the two Bretonnian knights, as if it tore through space.

hum~

The giant scythe struck downwards with a buzzing sound and countless wails.

"Look at my buckler!"

Poppy immediately threw his left arm buckler.

"Get out of the way!"

Chen Sheng warned loudly and at the same time launched the "rescue" and rushed towards Tariq. He said nothing to save this uncle who had helped him.

when!

The round shield glowing with yellow light slammed into the handle of the giant scythe like a stream of light, causing its downward stroke to stall for a moment, but that was all.

"Maloney, get out of the way!"

Tarik was awakened by the loud noise. The huge scythe approaching quickly in front of him gave him no time to think. He forcefully pushed the young knight beside him who was still in a daze to the side, and he closed his eyes in despair.

At this moment, the knight who gave up everything and embarked on the path to pursue the Holy Grail completely lost the meaning of living due to the collapse of his faith.

"Tariq!"

In the darkness, Tariq heard someone calling him. Before he could think about it, he felt a huge force knocking him away.

"Eat my knife!"

Chen Sheng used the charging combo to support him. While pushing Tarik away with his shoulder, he slashed the storm sword on the tip of the giant scythe.

when!

The huge metal collision triggered a sonic boom, which shook the heads of everyone nearby.

呲~呲~

The giant scythe brutally pushed the person who blocked him out of the ground and pushed a ditch into the ground before leaving the scene with satisfaction.

"Phew, oh my god, my feet are numb!"

Chen Sheng took a deep breath, and large drops of sweat flowed down in response. He raised his head and glanced at the direction where the giant scythe disappeared, and then turned to look at Tarik, who was knocked away by it and fell to the ground motionless.

"Tariq, are you okay? What can't you think about at such a young age? You're not afraid of death, so why are you afraid of living?"

"The Lady of the Lake deceived me and I have nothing left!"

The bearded knight yelled in collapse, and a line of hot tears burst out of his eyes, mixed with mud and flowed onto the Holy Grail carving of the armor.

"What's the big deal? She'll die if she lies to you? Can't you push her to the ground and rub her?"

Chen Sheng took out a small green bottle from his waist, deftly popped the cork with his thumb, then opened his mouth and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he quickly ran towards the bearded knight, stretched out his hand and spoke to comfort him.

"That lying bitch isn't worth your tears. It's better to believe her than to believe me. As for those bullshit Holy Grail blessings, they're all fake. You won't even be able to preserve your own personality after drinking it."

"So this is the truth..."

Maloney, who had been pushed away early in the morning, came over in a daze. After hearing Chen Sheng's remarks, his face instantly turned pale.

"what should I do?"

Tariq slumped on the ground and murmured. At this moment, many images flashed through his mind.

There are praises from the king and nobles before leaving, blessings from the Lady of the Lake, regrets for the dead Knight of Baator, and punishments for those who disrespect the Lady of the Lake...

The last picture that came to his mind was that of his wife crying and begging to keep him, and looking at his child with confusion on her face.

"You and your family!"

"But how should I face them like I am now? How should I face Bretonnia?"

Tariq stretched out his muddy hands to cover his painful and tangled face. Under Chen Sheng's persuasion, he thought of his family, but the past kept appearing in his mind. The huge deception and gap made him feel like he was falling into an abyss. .

"Do you believe in light?"

"Light?"

The bearded man raised his head blankly.

"Yes, you can choose to believe in the light, that is the light that exists in your heart, that is the divine light!"

Chen Sheng said sincerely. In fact, he didn't know how to persuade such people who had lost their faith. After all, feudal superstition was not allowed in Blue Star. He had only read some movie dramas and novels about religion.

His ability to say these words was already at his limit. This reminded him of the Paladin of Azeroth. Although the big boss behind the scenes in the game was the jigsaw puzzle who forcibly brainwashed people, the Holy Light first appeared in front of people. The appearance has to be said to be good.

At least he likes them quite a bit, especially those Paladins who sacrifice their lives for others. As for the "Holy Light Conspiracy Theory" that follows, it is all the fault of the screenwriter.

"Holy Light?"

Maloney, who was standing aside, muttered for a moment, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his desperate eyes. He turned his head and looked at Chen Sheng.

"Can I follow you?"

"Follow me? Of course you can, but you..."

Chen Sheng was stunned. He didn't expect that he had just persuaded someone to attract a young Baator knight. Although conquering Bretonnia was his goal, this surprise came a bit too suddenly.

"I want to become a knight of the Holy Light, a true paladin. Can you teach me?"

Maloney begged, he seemed to see a giant of light holding a giant sword at this moment. The giant was standing behind the Duke of the East, looking at him with a smile.

Paladin?

Where is this from?

Is this kid transformed?

Chen Sheng's mind was filled with questions. Although he did think of the Paladin when he said these words just now, he was not. Let alone a profession. So far, except for two limited-time skills, he had not even a single serious skill. nothing.

"Of course you can, but to practice the Holy Light, you must feel it with your heart, stick to your original intention of justice and kindness, and practice the unity of knowledge and action to achieve success."

Looking at the face full of pleading, Chen Sheng knew that once he said rejection, this person would definitely be hopeless, so he had no choice but to express his understanding of the Holy Light.

As for whether he can become a "paladin", it depends on his destiny.