Night Crow Master

Huhu————

The weapon thrown by the Earl of Seawall caused a terrifying explosion in an instant.

The broken metal fragments penetrated the heads and internal organs of the group of "cultists".

The baptismal talent of Count Siwall-burst.

He can make objects expand and burst from the inside out, thereby destroying objects and then destroying the surrounding things.

And his black iron rank baptism talent is - penetrating.

He is able to inject "power" into the things he holds, allowing the objects to be squeezed by force from the inside out.

When he was young, he used this baptismal talent to defeat one enemy after another.

The baptism talent is matched with the powerful physical strength of the Black Iron Rank, and everything will be destroyed by his talent.

After the advanced copper, the talent of "Penetration" also advanced to burst.

An ordinary weapon exerts a terrifying lethality.

If someone is pierced into the body by a weapon he is holding, or is directly touched by his hand, then the result is death.

Except for the Blue Silver Knight, who has a stronger physical fitness than him, no one at the Bronze rank can resist the attack of his baptism talent.

Although I don't know why it feels bad, Earl Seyvor didn't hesitate at all. He trusted his intuition very much.

He wants to resolve the battle quickly and return to Earls Castle.

After the Earl of Sivver himself fought, the scarlet waiters who were still strong under the pressure of losing the bearded knight and the scarface knight forced to reinforce their talents to fight alone were quickly harvested amidst the screams and roars.

Under the siege of numerous Scarlet Waiters, the twenty soldiers had seriously injured more than ten people. Although no one had died, it was all because Sivor had made timely moves and threw weapons to block the attack.

But that's all. To guard against the mighty copper rank powerhouses in this weird cult, he didn't do much to avoid giving the opponent a chance.

After several tentative attacks and killing those "cultists," he still didn't show up.

The Earl of Seyvor did not think that the other party would be so insidious.

And the result is the same as his guess.

There is no such thing as a copper rank powerhouse on the other side, or even a black iron rank powerhouse!

"It should have been thought of long ago!"

After slashing a long sword and splitting the two "cultists" who were rushing at him into four, Earl Seyvor used his talent to quickly kill all the "cultists" in his vision.

Then began to look for the location of the "evil ritual" where the noble children were imprisoned.

And want to find, it is very simple.

While Sivor was alerting the possible existence of the bronze-ranked warlock, he also noticed the route when the "cultists" informed their accomplices.

"at East."

After solving the cultists, Count Seyvor immediately pointed the direction to the group of men.

After killing several "cultists" again, Earl Seyvor and others found the target inside the knight manor, near the knight residence.

As soon as he walked into the house, he turned on his talent defense. As the Scarface Knight of the vanguard, he just opened the entrance and smelled a strong smell of blood.

The intensity of the **** smell is comparable to the **** smell of the accumulation of hundreds of corpses in the huge battlefield between the Earl of Westwall and the Earl of Gaoke in the southwest.

Looking back at Count Seyvor, the Scarface Knight handed the knight's spear to a soldier and took the long sword from him.

Then he took a deep breath.

The Black Rhinoceros advances!

A black bulge like a rhinoceros horn grows from the forehead, the skin becomes pitch black, the muscles of the whole body expand in a circle, and the light armor that originally appeared somewhat loose is completely tightened.

With a loud noise, the Scarface Knight didn't choose the gate straight ahead, but chose to smash the wall.

boom! ! !

With a loud noise, the Scarfaced Knight crashed into the house, and a dozen "prisoners" who had been **** caught the eye.

Under their feet and on the wall, there are dense lines, evil and terrifying, just like a summoning ritual calling for a powerful existence.

In addition to the people who were tied up, there were seven men and women hiding by the door, with a terrifying smell of blood lingering on their bodies.

The moment they saw him, the seven people screamed loudly like wild beasts, and rushed towards him.

I've seen them before, five of them waved their hands, and ten **** claws came head-on.

The prepared Scarface Knight raised his hands, his hard and pitch-black left arm blocked his eyes, and his right arm grasped the long sword and cut an arc towards the front aimlessly.

When the blood claw and the arc were intertwined, at the main entrance, Earl Seyvor blasted the gate with his talent and broke in. The long sword in his hand easily slashed through the three of them, accompanied by a terrifying **** cross section. The person directly turned into six corpses.

As for the remaining four people, two of them had no time to turn around from attacking the Scarfaced Knight, and were directly beheaded to death by Count Sivor.

One of them reluctantly recovered, and was cut off from the center by Count Seyvor and split directly into two.

And the last person was cut off by Count Sivor, and then pushed to the ground by other soldiers, leaving his mouth alive.

After killing the seven people, Earl Seyvor and the other knights who hurried over came to the crowd who looked like "sacrifices."

"Master Earl, they all passed out."

The Scarface Knight released his talent silently, his dark skin returned to his flesh color, and he didn't even mention the long and narrow wound on his arm.

The Earl of Seyvor looked at these people. They dressed in different ways. Some looked like bards, adventurers and travelers. They also had goals like himself and others. They had the same gorgeous costumes as the nobles wearing noble hunting costumes. of.

What they have in common is that they definitely don't look like farmers like tenant serfs, and they are not locals.

And there is-young.

Among the dozen or so people, there is not a single middle-aged or elderly person.

"What is your purpose?"

Count Seyvor looked at the live mouth that was pinned to the ground and asked.

However, the other party didn't mean to answer anything, instead he showed a crazy smile:

"The Scarlet Girl! Long live!"

Accompanied by a mad cry, Seyvor immediately pulled away without any hesitation, and took his son Falk Seyvor away from the place.

At the next moment when everyone hadn't reacted, the bodies of the "cultists" on the ground, the "cultists" who were left alive, and the "sacrifices" that were tied up, their bodies instantly bulged.

The blood splashed, the scarlet burst, and the power of the surging blood banquet was like thousands of blood arrows, which instantly enveloped the whole room.

The whole room instantly became a sieve.