Knight with Wand

The majestic impact of splitting mountains and rocks opened a avenue in the forest.

With the instant backlash of the wind hammer, Leon's half-airborne body fell down, his legs sliding in the mud.

He inserted the gun blade that actively extinguished the molten flame deeply into the ground, and finally stopped his retreating body.

While his blood was boiling, he was breathing heavily. Gangnir, who was receiving the blow from the front, could not help shaking his shaft crazily.

While Leon's heart was beating wildly, he could hardly hold the trembling weapon in his hand.

"Um"

The sound of groaning came from the front.

Leon stood up quickly, adjusted his heavy breathing, and relaxed the tight muscles all over his body.

He focused his tilted gun stance towards the most dangerous enemy he had faced since time travel.

In the dust and mist, a peacock knight carrying a sickle-hook sword came walking forward.

"Your weapon is pretty good."

The old count said with great interest, sizing up the opponent's sudden change in strength, and speculated: "Young man, your performance is different from what I expected. I thought you couldn't block this sword. Let me guess, Duo Sen’s necklace should be with you?”

"Dolson?"

Leon was stunned when he heard this name that had not entered his ears for a long time.

He originally thought that the son-in-law whom the other party said was killed by him would be a manticore knight who died in his own hands.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the beast that slaughtered Selva.

"The Viper Baron of Lydingburg, Doson Casolais is your son-in-law?"

"Yes, it seems that the poem is quite detailed." Earl Yassen nodded from afar.

"I see that your Excellency is a very elegant knight, but I didn't expect that you would recruit that evil snake as your son-in-law. Do you know why Duoson died?" Leon did not deny it, but just tried to gain more breathing space.

Hearing this, the Peacock Knight lowered his blade, lifted the long pole and held it in both hands, shaking his head at the opponent:

"Don't get me wrong, Lord Pendragon, I have no grudge against you, and I haven't had much contact with that boy Duosen over the years."

As he spoke, he turned sideways and raised his sword at an angle, facing each other from a distance.

"But since he married my poor illegitimate daughter and took care of her for many years, even if he wanted the wealth I gave him, but now he is dead and his family is destroyed, I naturally have to settle the consequences of his karma. If you want to hate me, Let me just hate you. I have killed countless people with my sword, and I can bear the hatred of another soul."

After hearing this, Leon couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"How do I have the right to hate you? Quite a few Kantadar knights have died at my hands. They are both murderers. If they are not as skilled as others and die on the battlefield, there is nothing to complain about."

After the words fell, he raised his eyes and looked past the figure of the knight.

Seeing the deathclaws rushing this way, Leon just raised his hopes when he saw several manticores flying overhead, swooping towards their gryphon companions, and crashing into the forest.

Several ferocious beasts and the Kantadar knights on their backs surrounded the lone gryphon, blocking the only help he could count on at the moment.

"The momentum is good. It is only natural that those who kill will be killed by others. Not to mention dying on the battlefield is the best outcome for us warriors."

The old earl, who came here only for the knight in front of him today, completely ignored the movement of the griffin hunting behind him and laughed heartily: "Since you have an open-minded consciousness, then you and I can fight each other to our heart's content!"

——Bang! ! !

The ground shook, and the air-breaking waves surged forward as the great knight stepped forward.

Due to the increase in boiling heart, Leon could barely catch a glimpse of the approaching figure.

This terrifying speed, which was faster than Fei Ya, he had only seen on Olivia.

Don't fight forcefully. Even if Gangnir can bear another blow, his own hands can't.

Turning all his fighting thoughts over to reaction, the griffin knight suddenly jumped back.

However, the forward slash that could not be completely dodged only grazed the blade of the gun that Leon had instinctively parried, causing his weapon to smash deeply into the ground as if it had been knocked off by a giant dragon.

As the rocks flew across the sand, before he could withdraw his weapon, he saw that the Peacock Knight's failed slash did not stop, and turned into a horizontal slash like a wind and a lingering cloud.

The solid wind pressure roared, and Leon opened his eyes wide, sensing the pure magic erupting from the opponent's body.

The huge energy was like a storm and a blade, and it was bombarded with a spinning slash of the sword.

Unable to retain the magic power he deliberately saved, Leon shouted loudly, holding the tail end of the magic gun in his right hand and forcibly picked up Gangnir.

The wind hammer technique turned the magic power into a spiral storm, and met the pure force of the great knight's slash.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the shock wave uprooted the surrounding trees.

Leon's body did not resist, and used the force to move far back.

"The power is pretty good! The warlocks from the north are just more interesting than the wizards from my southern country."

The heroic laughter in Yasen's mouth couldn't even catch up with his movements.

The Peacock Knight took a step forward, swung the broadsword as light as a feather, and approached the knight who had not yet landed, like a shadow.

However, the next uplifting slash in his hand has not yet taken shape.

He suddenly saw the young man twisting his body in mid-air, stabbing the gap between his face armor like a dragon.

Pressing the lever to lift the knife, Yassen flicked it open and opened the gun blade that seemed to know his position in advance.

But when he was about to pull down the sword with his right hand and continue the attack with the counter-blade, he saw that the deflected gun blade actually rotated with Leon's body, arcing like an elegant flying swallow, and struck him from the other side. Face door.

Time seemed to stand still, and scorching flames rose from the gorgeous silver gun blade.

Yasen didn't want to test whether the helmet could resist this unknown magic weapon. He turned from offense to defense, pressed the broadsword horizontally, hit the sun disc behind the opponent's spear blade, and deflected the attack again.

The Peacock Knight pushed forward with his left hand, and the end of the long-handled broadsword hit Leon's body hard.

The black-armored knight turned into a cannonball-like shadow and flew out, passing through the dense forest until it broke a tree trunk in the middle with a click and fell back to the ground.

Count Yasen jumped high with the broadsword in his hand, and his body passed through the tree canopy in front of him and fell with a bang.

"What a sharp spearmanship. If I had gone back a few decades and was the same age as you, I would have died in your hands."

He looked at the young knight who struggled to get up with his spear, and couldn't help but feel curious: "This unique body movement and spearmanship are quite master-like, but I have fought with the northern knights for more than a dozen years and have never seen this style of technique. Who did you learn from? What school? Which northern knight is your mentor?"

Holding the broken breastplate, Leon swallowed the blood in his throat fiercely and kept exhaling bloody breath.

Feeling the heart-wrenching pain inside and outside his body, he knew that if nothing unexpected happened, his ribs were all broken and his internal organs were not injured.

If it weren't for this dwarf armor made of a lot of money to resist some of the force, if it weren't for the boiling heart that fully strengthened his physique, he would probably have died if he took a direct blow.

"I don't have a teacher, I just taught myself," Leon responded with a hoarse and miserable laugh.

At least he didn't want the other party to know about Olivia's existence. Fortunately, Goliad's poetry story was based on folk rumors. In the half-true and half-false lies he wove with Uncle Brian, there was no trace of his own girl.

"If you don't want to say it, then forget it. If you can fight with me for five rounds, young snake slayer, I will give you a decent death and send your body back to the North intact."

Yasen didn't continue to ask. He didn't think the young man in front of him could figure out this skill that went straight to the essence of martial arts, but as long as the other party's teacher was still alive and he hadn't died yet, there would definitely be a chance to fight.

Maybe the young man's teacher would come for revenge soon.

Looking up at the Peacock Knight standing with a knife, Leon forced himself to think hard about more opportunities to survive.

Really. He used all his tricks, but he was exhausted. Martial arts, physical fitness, experience. Facing this powerful knight who completely crushed himself, was it just a carelessness today that would be his death?

"If I surrender to you, can you spare my life?"

Leon coughed up the blood and made a final effort at the cost of giving up his dignity.

Yasen paused, surprised by the other party's sudden plea for mercy.

"These words don't seem to match the awareness you just said."

Raising the big knife, the Peacock Knight did not waver in his decision.

Leon slowly stepped back, still not giving up the intention to survive: "I have a reason not to die here. The disaster in the east may be prevented by me."

"Disaster? I don't know what you mean, but if you can't even save yourself, what disaster can only be prevented by you? If you want to live, knock me down." Yasen said no more and rushed forward.

"As you wish!" Leon gritted his teeth, retreated violently, and quickly threw something with his backhand.

——Huh!

The dagger flew accurately to the gap between the Peacock Knight's visor.

But in the face of this non-threatening throw, Yasen simply raised his long pole and blocked the short blade with a spinning motion.

Immediately afterwards, another sharp object was thrown by the dying griffin knight.

Yasen narrowed his eyes and saw that the other party had just taken the opportunity to turn sideways to cover up the action of taking something from his waist bag.

Considering the other party's identity as a warlock, the Peacock Knight did not use his weapon to block it as he did just now for the sake of caution.

He turned sideways to avoid the square-shaped thin piece like a dart, letting the "little cleverness" fly into the forest behind him.

With his footsteps on the ground, the knight swung his sword like the wind and slashed at the opponent who was seriously injured and had no strength left.

——Death, entered the countdown in seconds.

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Staring at the blade that was coming at him like a phantom, Leon no longer had the energy to dodge. The magic he had barely managed to retain was completely drained away in silence, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

——The sharp blade slashed down.

The shadow of death that he had not felt for many years enveloped the mind of the dragon slayer.

"!!"

The knight turned around in an instant.

——Boom!

The earth-shaking tremor spread.

The wind that was visible to the naked eye blew the knight's battle robe and peacock feathers.

The flaming halberd blade cut into the shaft.

There was a crisp sound of shattering.

The long-handled broadsword that Yasen raised high was cut directly in the middle of the long handle.

In horror, he dodged and slashed sideways, abandoning the long weapon that was cut off. The knight held the shaft of the halberd with both hands tightly, trying his best to stop the enemy's changing horizontal slashes.

The silver-armored warrior appeared out of nowhere, dragging a long halberd behind him, turning the long pole, and sweeping the tail end, forcing Arsenson to retreat and dodge.

Pulling away from the danger, the Peacock Knight took the opportunity to draw the sword at his waist.

He saw the silent heavy-armored halberd warrior stomping his feet to chase and kill, and a thousand doubts flashed through his mind.

Is it the great knight of Orland?

When did he approach?

Who is it? Unknown armor, unknown emblem, sun wheel? Could it be the Holy Sun Knight of Serian?

Before the dragon slayer could identify this powerful enemy who came out of nowhere, he had to swing his sword to parry repeatedly.

The light of the sword is like the crescent moon, and the flames of the halberd turn into the sun.

The trees and rocks that hindered the fight between the two were as fragile as tofu that broke at the touch of a finger.

The fight between two powerful warriors was like two Tyrannosaurus running through the forest.

Garroen, who was wielding his halberd, was surrounded by red flames, and he slashed round after round without any pause.

And having lost the long soldier who had been with him for many years, he fought with a sword that was much shorter than the halberd. He fought with all his strength against an opponent whose martial arts was not inferior to his own. Yasen did not even dare to fight against the halberd blade that was glowing with blazing flames. The counterattack turned out to be embarrassing.

"Send me your name! Doesn't anyone pay attention to the etiquette among knights nowadays?"

Taking advantage of the short break, Earl Yassen shouted dissatisfied.

"——I am not a knight." Garouen said coldly and pounced forward. He could feel that the time it took to maintain his spiritual body was not much longer than last time, only a few ten breaths left.

He is not the commander of Galvin. As an ordinary Yanyang Guard, he cannot guarantee that he will kill this powerful warrior who threatens his lord in such a short period of time.

"Hehu."

Leon, who had lost his strength, was breathing heavily like a bellows. A large amount of sweat fell down, and bloodshot eyes overflowed from between his teeth.

The huge consumption of maintaining the Silver Neti Card further burned out his nearly depleted life magic.

The vision in his eyes was blurry, and he clenched the magic gun in his hand almost instinctively.

All cards are out, this is the last chance

must

Garon must be helped.

Pulling himself up on one knee, Leon tried to lift Gangnir, but he never felt that it was so heavy.

It's so heavy that I can't lift it like usual, let alone support my heroic spirit with a spear.

Laura, help me get something lighter next time.

Feeling bitter in his heart, Leon made a thought and turned the wand into nothingness.

He raised his right hand high.

The invisible atmospheric elements were immediately bound and flew into the sky.

Raising his head, his deep black eyes could barely distinguish the blurred movement ahead from the dizzy vision.

Leon pointed forward with his right hand, and thunder sounded in the clouds above his head.

Breaking the taboo on using this imitation holy spear, he transformed into the magic spear again today.

——Gangnir!

Bursts of thunder condensed in the gloomy storm clouds.

Like a divine punishment, the thunder spear suddenly struck the head of Earl Yassen in the distance.

The falling electric light exploded into countless clouds of dust, and the sparkling electric arc crackled and spread.

With the last trace of magic essence drained away, Leon's vision fell into darkness.

The dizzy feeling of dizziness is like the near-death experience of exhausting energy during the first magic training, and it is also like the pain of releasing Isa's Arrow for the first time.

Only this time, there is no Corvis to help him replenish his magic power, and no partner to take him out of danger.

He couldn't help but sit on the tree stump behind him, so as not to lie down directly on the ground. A feeling of hunger, like a hunger that penetrated into his soul, came over him inexplicably.

Something. Grow again.

a long time

He had even lost the ability to move his fingers and could not tell whether he was awake or had fallen into a comatose dream.

Until a pair of knight's steel boots came into blurred vision.

That's not Garon's greaves.

A crystal card split in half fell in front of Leon.

"I never imagined that a witchcraft could summon such a powerful magical creature."

An old voice sounded with messy and difficult breathing.

The knight who slayed the dragon seemed to have lost the calmness he had just now.

The cold broken knife reached under Leon's neck guard and lifted the chin of the winged helmet knight.

Through the visor, Leon dimly saw Count Yassen, who had lost his peacock helmet, covering the huge wound on his side with one hand and staring at him with regret.

"It's a pity. If the spell can last a few more moments, I'm afraid I will die at the hands of your summons."

Controlling his muscles to tighten the horrific wound on his abdomen, Yassen reached out and pulled off the winged helmet of the black-armored knight in front of him.

He wanted to see what kind of person this kid who almost forced him into a desperate situation was.

The great knight's huge force directly broke the lock and removed the opponent's helmet.

The long black hair that fell down lost its restraint and fell around the young man's handsome face.

Looking at the young man who had lost all color and had dull eyes, Yasen was slightly stunned.

He never thought that the opponent would have such inconveniently long hair under his helmet.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

With the blade against his throat, he will keep his promise and give the other party a complete corpse.

"I will remember your name, Snake-Slayer of Orland."

Blade swing