Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"Buzz!"

As soon as the words fell, a fierce holy light instantly enveloped Mandela. In front of him, Li Wei stretched out a palm, and countless rich holy lights burst from his palm.

It was as if the first window had been opened in a pitch-black room in the early morning, and dazzling rays of dawn poured in from outside.

"Why bother arguing so much uselessly?" Li Wei looked at the miserable Mandela in front of him and marveled. "I don't want to hear any last words. If you have anything to say, go and tell Flynna yourself."

The holy light's envelopment was like throwing ice water into a fire. The dragon flames instantly flared up, and both sides fought against each other.

Although the lord was as poor as a church mouse, he definitely had enough holy light. Under the massive amount of holy light, Mandela's flames were extinguished in just two pulses.

Compared to the previously wise and mighty general, Mandela now looked like a nobody.

The unknown magic armor on his body had become a puddle of molten iron on the ground under the scorching heat of the dragon flames, and his skin was like a cooked shrimp, unusually red.

He was dumbfounded that the dragon flames had been extinguished so easily, but the next second, his hands shielded his lower body with lightning speed.

"You brat, what are you looking at?!" Seeing Li Wei's gaze move downwards, no matter how thick-skinned Mandela was, he couldn't help but blush.

"I'm relieved to see that you're still full of energy, old man." Li Wei was afraid that after extinguishing the dragon flames, the other party would have been roasted into jerky, but now he looked like he was in good condition, except...

It is said that smart people don't have much hair, so Mandela must be too smart now.

He truly didn't have a single hair left.

In fact, Li Wei wasn't 100% confident that he could extinguish the dragon flames. He was just trying it out, and now it seemed to work well.

He had learned two holy light divine spells from Fatir. The first was 'Holy Light Spirit Blade,' the effect of which was simple: to enchant a weapon, giving it holy light attributes.

The second was the 'Holy Light Baptism' he had just used, which was also an entry-level divine spell for paladins. The effect was only to dispel some simple illnesses and negative states.

But in the lord's hands, a low-level divine spell could actually extinguish dragon flames. It had nothing to do with anything else, it was purely a miracle of great strength, brute force.

The chat ended, and Li Wei walked towards the flame sword that had scorched the ground into a patch of black earth.

When he saw this "unowned" magic weapon from the sky, it was like a cat that steals fish meeting dried fish. He couldn't restrain the restlessness in his heart.

Now he definitely had to take it for himself... no, return it to its original owner.

To think that he, a dignified Lion Hunter Knight, a proper Marquis of Debe, and the resounding Lord of Highcliff, only had this set of extraordinary armor on his body, which was still given to him by Leah.

His weapon was just a mithril longsword that he had used from the beginning until now.

He was like a max-level character, but he was still using the iron sword from the newbie equipment. It was unbearably shabby.

Now he had finally encountered a weapon that matched his status. How could he not be tempted?

"Wait!" Mandela noticed that Li Wei was actually preparing to take the weapon and hurriedly advised, "Li Wei, the dragon soul on this weapon has been blinded and we cannot use it!"

"General Mandela, I'm not saying this to you, but if you can't do it, just say you can't do it. Don't bring us into it." The lord waved his hand impatiently to interrupt. "I never try to be something I'm not. Just watch."

Li Wei walked alone towards the flame sword on the ground.

The blood swordsmen couldn't bear to watch any longer. They knew this Marquis Li Wei, but even their own General Mandela had suffered a loss on this sword. Could a human really use this weapon?

Admittedly, the other party had extinguished the dragon flames on their boss, but even a three-year-old child in Debe understood the saying that a doctor cannot heal himself.

Li Wei looked calm, grasped the thick hilt with both hands, and then suddenly stood up.

In full view of everyone, this giant sword, nearly five blades long, was easily lifted up by the short human like a toy.

"It's lighter than I thought." Li Wei smacked his lips, with an expression of 'that's it' on his face.

Mandela was silent. Could this Lord of Highcliff really be the illegitimate son of a giant? He couldn't help but think, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed unlikely.

"Hmph, what does it mean for a human to pick up Digen's Howl? Next, you'll be burned to ashes by the dragon flames!" Bartley sneered, although he hated that this legendary weapon was like a succubus, anyone could use it, but picking it up didn't mean you could use it. The bald human in front was an example.

"Roar!"

The red dragon's dragon soul appeared from the giant sword. The next second, a deafening dragon roar directly blasted out.

"Why are you roaring so loudly?" The lord sneered, picking his ears, not much affected.

It could be seen that the red dragon dragon soul in front of him was obviously stunned. The next moment, an angry expression surged onto the illusory dragon face, and the dragon flames on the giant sword swept towards the lord like a blanket.

It is known that holy light can have an effect on dragon flames, so...

"Holy Light Spirit Blade!"

The lord shouted softly, and the holy light in his body burst out, instantly pouring into the sword. Under the endless holy light, the seemingly unstoppable dragon flames were instantly suppressed into the sword, unable to even emerge.

The red dragon dragon soul opened a pair of dragon eyes, completely dumbfounded.

The simplest display brought the most shocking visual impact. The arena was silent for a moment. Mandela silently turned his head and picked a leaf from the side to shield his lower body.

"This is impossible!" Bartley seemed to have seen something unbelievable, his face full of disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible!" The lord slung the giant sword, several times larger than himself, over his shoulder. Combined with that golden armor, he was simply a paladin in the world. "Brother, my stats are above yours!"

"Aww~~ Lowly蝼蚁, I'll kill you!"

Finally free, the Balor Flame Demon could no longer restrain himself. As if berserk, he roared like a tsunami, bent his legs and jumped, his burly body carrying the sound of "ho ho" breaking through the air, a pair of iron fists with chains heading straight for Li Wei's head.

"Go to hell!" Li Wei flicked his hand and shot with the giant sword.

Everyone gasped, like a group of leaky bellows.

The Balor Flame Demon Bartley was as if slapped by a giant, was fanned out and smashed on the ground, a burst of earth-shattering.

He was fanned with his eyes straight, struggling to get up from the ground, obviously a stagger, the burly body swayed, fell to the ground, splashing a burst of dust.

Dingling Danglang!

A handle of iron weapons slipped from the demon's palm and fell to the ground, their faces full of disbelief.

Unexpectedly, the adult Bartley, who was invincible in his mind like a god, was knocked down by one move.

Even the saint Fatir was dumbfounded. If you take off the gold-plated mask, you will find that she is particularly pure and beautiful.

Mandela touched his bald head blankly, even forgetting that the leaves had fallen.

"Lord Li Wei, so big... strength!" Bodo said, smacking his mouth.

"It's really a unique human." Zion's eyes flickered, with a smile on his lips.

The people present were shocked.

Only the lord looked at the giant sword in his hand with some dissatisfaction. Although the weapon called "Digen's Howl" was picked up by him with force, the weight of ten thousand pounds seemed to have nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds of rebellious bones.

He clearly wanted to slash it, but he didn't expect it to eventually become a pat.

But this sword is indeed worthy of this unparalleled appearance. It was used so violently by him, not only did it not break, but it did not even have half a damage, as if it was tailored for him, extremely durable.

The blood swordsmen and griffon knights in the distance all looked at Li Wei's tall and mighty figure standing against the wind with curiosity and admiration.

"Roar!"

A roar that soared into the sky, the Balor Flame Demon instantly jumped up from the ground, one hand wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and the gold stars in his eyes, the other hand appeared out of thin air a long whip composed of flames, and slammed it towards Li Wei.

His face had been burned almost crazy by humiliation and anger, a pair of eyes were as blood red as the blood sea in the abyss, full of resentment.

Just when Bartley made a frantic blow, the giant sword as wide as the lord's door panel swept across his chest with the rage of thunder.

"When!"

A deafening roar, everyone couldn't help covering their ears.

The Balor Flame Demon's chest sank in, flew out and knelt in front of the teleportation door, the burly giant more than four blades high spurted out a soaring umbrella-shaped pillar of blood, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

But the other party is worthy of being a legendary powerhouse, hard to eat the lord two seven-point hard draws, unexpectedly did not die.

Li Wei has always been cautious, and pays more attention to the finishing knife, came to the other side and stepped on his concave chest, aiming at the other side's neck and raised the flame sword high.

"Don't!" The arrogant and proud fighter finally panicked and shouted desperately: "I am Bartley Fiat, is the Marshal of Misscarle, the teleportation door is about to stabilize, kill me, you will be slaughtered by the god-like Highness who rules the thirty-sixth floor of the abyss!"

It's too late.

A flash of fire, the once proud and arrogant huge head instantly separated from the corpse, and rolled aside with a face full of resentment.

Li Wei then looked up at the teleportation door and said in a deep voice: "It's probably too late!"

The opposite side of the teleportation door more than ten blades high is obviously the plane of the abyss.

The ground there is like lava, the sky is blood red, and the dense demons extend to the end of the line of sight, greedily looking at this world.

There are not even low-level demons such as little demons and babu demons, all of which are unknown burly demons like giants.

Some demons also drive tall and terrifying beasts, each of which is as huge as four or five floors.

A dozen Balor Flame Demons stood at the forefront, wearing extraordinary armor made of crimson abyss ingots, two sharp horns soaring from the bull horn helmet, and their hands wearing crimson iron fist sets pressed against the wide swords on their waists, watching all this coldly.

One of the Balor Flame Demons raised the beast horn of an unknown behemoth on his waist and blew it "woo woo", and the surrounding demons seemed to have received some order, and like Moses dividing the Red Sea, the crowd moved to the side.

Huge and terrifying figures gradually appeared from the sea of demons.

Four or five terrifying creatures seven or eight blades high were wearing arm-thick reins and gradually drove the magnificent building car.

That is a huge mobile throne, built entirely of white jade-like animal bones, and the top of the building car is decorated with a dragon head as huge as several floors, even without flesh and blood, it makes people awe-inspiring.

A burly youth sat on the throne, and his domineering expression led everyone's attention. Every muscle in his open upper body seemed to be made of fine steel.

Although maintaining a sitting posture, it still reached the size of four blades. His body is like the most majestic mountain and mountain in the world. The creator seems to have concentrated all the strength and masculinity of a man on him alone.

The sharp horns on both sides of his skull extended forward and then meandered backward, and the demonic wings behind him were like a deep black hole, which could cover the sun and the moon.

A dozen bare-breasted succubi and drow elves were posing on him, making people unable to move their eyes at all.

The other party's gaze was locked on the lord, as if the king of beasts in the mountains was overlooking the ants at the foot of the mountain. Although he didn't say anything, it seemed like he said everything.

"The protagonist is about to debut!" The lord sneered.

No wonder the Balor Flame Demon would say such a thing. This god Misscarle looks like he has the power to destroy the world, but his life is too promiscuous.

The lord expressed strong condemnation.

Although this teleportation door can see each other's world, it obviously cannot transmit sound.

"Give you this ugly thing back!"

The lord deliberately opened his mouth wide and made a mouth shape, and then suddenly kicked the Balor Flame Demon's huge head.

The head made a "woo woo" sound of breaking through the air, like an arrow leaving the string, and instantly rushed into the teleportation door and attacked the youth on the white bone throne.

It seems that this door is two-way, Li Wei thought thoughtfully.

Unfortunately, the scene of making the other party deflated that the lord imagined did not appear. As soon as the head flew into the teleportation door, it was turned into ashes by a whip by a Balor Flame Demon.

But undoubtedly, his behavior completely angered the other party.

Countless demons looked at him ferociously, raised the weapons in their hands and roared, as if they wanted to skin him and tear him apart.

I am afraid that even a great monk here would have to lose face and tremble uncontrollably.

But the lord didn't care at all. If the other party could come over, would he still be playing this trick with him here? Since he can't come over, then what is there to be afraid of?

However, Li Wei could feel that this teleportation door was about to tend to stabilize, and then these demons could rush over completely without restriction.

Not afraid does not mean that he doesn't care. He turned his head to look at Bodo: "Old Bo, when will your magic be ready?"

"Lord Li Wei, please give me some more time!"

Bodo was sweating profusely. When the Balor Flame Demon was crushed by Li Wei, he immediately prepared the magic to close the teleportation door, but he suffered from the fact that a lot of magic power was consumed in front, so he dragged down some speed.

Just then, the lord seemed to feel something, turned his head to look at the teleportation door, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's too late!"