After the scum attack, I killed the system again

Red and black, fire and blood.

The goal is a still picture, the gray-black puppet is holding a huge and terrifying stone weapon and waving it at the knights in silver-white tone armor standing in front of Ling Xiaxing.

Large pieces of blood burst out from the knight who was being held high by the gray-white puppet, tearing his body apart with brute force, Ling Xiaxing heard a roar coming from nowhere.

Ling Xiaxing slightly turned his head to observe, the place where he is now is a dilapidated temple that seems to be in ruins.Different from the general abandoned temples, except for the position where the knights are surrounded, the rest of the temple is burning with raging flames.

The sharp-eyed Ling Xiaxing saw the knight in the corner whose arm was scorched by the flames. Under the ignited armor was an arm that was about to turn into dust. The knight opened his mouth in pain, as if he was about to feel pain. Howling, as if begging his companions to kill him before he was burned alive.

Ling Xiaxing moved his gaze away from the knight with the burning arm, and turned his gaze to the puppet doll that occupied the largest position in the entire temple.

Some of the puppets held stone weapons in their hands, and some of them grabbed the knight with empty hands and then tore the knight's body with brute force. After careful observation this time, Ling Xiaxing also found two different kinds of puppets.

In the blazing flames, there seemed to be a vague human face, no eyes and no mouth, just a vague general shape, Ling Xiaxing guessed that this was probably another kind of puppet, similar to it was standing on layers of puppet There are seemingly endless puppet figures, and the last one is a sky blue spar figure like ice.

Just when Ling Xiaxing was about to observe that human form closer, a voice suddenly came in from this silent fragment of memory.

The voice sounded very tired, but the tiredness could not conceal his anger and sadness...and an unconcealable fear.

And this voice Ling Xiaxing has heard many times, this voice is exactly the voice of the original owner of the body, Carlton, but it is different from the voice full of vigor and righteousness in the temple in the early days, and the voice stiff and ashamed in the world of the undead. Different, this voice is more lively and emotional... as if it has its own will.

"This is a mission." The voice said slowly, "At the beginning, we thought it was no different from the previous missions, except that it was more difficult, and there were more companions and brothers killed or injured."

Ling Xiaxing didn't make a sound, but just listened quietly.

The voice narrated: "Even after death, we can return to the kingdom of my god. Death is just another beginning. It is our long-cherished wish to die on the battlefield."

"Death does not represent fear, and death is not fear." The voice said in a tone of indifference to life and death, but Ling Xiaxing keenly noticed something was wrong, but for some reason he did not express his opinion, just kept silent.

The voice continued: "The paladins who can go to the Kingdom of My God after death will always be the most feared object of all heretics, because we are not afraid of sacrifice, we are not afraid of casualties, and we don't care about death."

"This time we also think so," the voice was sad, but it didn't stop. "Under the pleading and hopeful eyes of the seriously injured brothers, we sent them to my God's side."

Ling Xiaxing sensed a certain emotion in the last sentence, but still didn't speak.

"We call this kind of puppets magic power puppets," the voice changed the subject, "the puppets surrounding us are fire magic powers, the ones holding swords are earth magic powers, and the ones with empty hands are wind magic powers. We You have been on the lookout for the appearance of the water magic power, and you who just wanted to get close to that spar must have discovered it."

Ling Xiaxing didn't answer, but the voice didn't need his answer, making people wonder whether he was really consciously asking the person who broke through the memory lock, or just talking to himself.

"The spar we thought was the target of the mission was actually water magic energy. He didn't move when we were fighting the army of magic puppets, and he didn't move when we purified all the magic puppets. Even when we approached He didn't move at all."

Following the description of the voice, the originally static picture moved, and the puppet swung the huge weapon towards the knights with all its strength. Ling Xiaxing felt his arms raised high, and with the raising of his arms, the rest of the knights Some kind of imprint engraved on it also lit up in response.

Some are silver pendants on the chest, some are iron buckles on the belt, some are gemstones on the hilt of the sword, and more are badges on the chest.

As these imprints light up, a ball of light burst out from Ling Xiaxing's clenched fist, almost piercing everything white.After the light left Ling Xiaxing's body, it turned into a semi-circular transparent barrier, blocking the sweeping attacks of the tall puppet.

The menacing, seemingly heavy weapon failed to leave even the slightest mark on the barrier. When the barrier shone slightly, the weapon was lightly slid aside.

However, after the rising flame licked the barrier, it seemed to be suppressed by something, and it quickly languished, and the fire magic energy also receded slowly.

Although the empty-handed Feng Mo Neng has no weapons, he is the most vigilant existence of the knight, because his speed is too fast, and his companions often fall into its hands almost without blinking an eye, and then he is torn into pieces by him who is having fun. There was blood all over the sky.

However, relying on the speed, the speed of the wind demon under the barrier of the barrier has become a display, no matter how fast it is, it can't break through this translucent barrier, and the rapid attacks like lightning can only leave behind the barrier Ripple after ripple, but nothing else.

Seeing that the barrier restrained these magic puppets with almost no weaknesses, the knights whose morale was a bit low raised their fighting spirit again. Ling Xiaxing saw one of the brown-haired knights pointing at him: "Captain, prepare the holy sword to charge!" !"

Ling Xiaxing couldn't understand what he meant, but 'his body' understood what this knight meant.

After a little silence and stiffness, Ling Xiaxing felt himself nodding his head, his tightly clenched fist loosened, he opened it slightly and then slowly closed it like a knife, turning his back palm The blades were facing the group of magic puppets who were struggling to knock out ripples on the barrier.

Ling Xiaxing felt himself open his mouth, and roared loudly: "Condensate!"

All the knights followed him and raised their arms, but unlike him who was empty-handed, they all held the same knight sword tightly in their hands. A layer of bright white light quickly gathered on the edge of a sword.

Ling Xiaxing felt that his arm was slashing forward firmly and resolutely, and shouted: "Cut!"

Almost at the same time, the long swords in the hands of all the knights cut forward decisively. It doesn't matter that the blades are several meters away from the magic puppet in front, and all the long swords maintain a strange similarity band. With a bright white radiance, it cut to the front.

Ling Xiaxing knew that this was not useless work, because he felt the terrifying energy flow speed on his arm, such a crazy energy release, even if he was originally more inclined to calculate his mental power, he could break down an ordinary building, let alone these What about knights born to judge heresy?

Sure enough, the original barrier disappeared with their slashing of the sword, but the powerful force that formed the barrier turned into a huge lightsaber, shooting straight at the high stone ceiling of the temple, as if Connected to the outside world like a god of light, this lightsaber grew a bit bigger almost instantly.

Following the white light that shot away from their sword edges, the huge lightsaber turned into a one-man high lightsaber with violent energy fluctuations, and along the trajectory of the bright white light, it also aimed at the magic puppets one by one. Even fly away.

The magic puppet, which could attack the knights when the barrier disappeared, seemed to be frozen, motionless, and let the knights slash this shocking sword.

The lightsaber cut off the heads of the magic puppets with incomparable precision, and shattered the hidden crystals inside. The magic puppets that lost the crystals slowly turned into handfuls of shiny dust, and then disappeared. without a trace.

"Holy Sword Charge is very powerful, but we generally don't use it." The voice appeared again, "Because Holy Sword Charge is borrowing the power of my god, if it is not necessary, we will use our own power to solve the problem." problems, rather than blindly borrowing the power of my God."

Originally, these words should be full of self-blame for his lack of ability and fanatical belief in gods, but in Ling Xiaxing's ears, there was a strong sense of ridicule underneath this voice.

Ling Xiaxing didn't speak, but just followed the progress of the memory fragments. He looked at the brown-haired knight and was slightly depressed. He probably felt that he shouldn't use the power of the God of Light to accomplish such trivial things. Then he saw the knight who was destroyed by fire. A knight with an entire arm.

The brown-haired knight glanced at his empty right arm, and shook his head regretfully. The rest of the knights did not waste the precious time after the battle, and gathered the knights who were fatally injured or disabled to extremely critical positions. Together.

"This is a promotion ceremony." Hearing the faint tone of the voice, Ling Xiaxing seemed to understand what they were going to do.

Sure enough, at the next moment, the knight with a sad and strange joyful face was pierced between the eyebrows by another companion.