Chapter 1192 (1/2)
Under the huge gray blue vortex, Isaac and Lucian were surrounded by hundreds of oath knights.
Looking at the oath knights who were pale and terrible under the armor and looked like dead people, the expression under Lucian's hurried eyebrows was very complex.
As the highest combat power to protect faith and the church, the oath knights who show the power of the Holy Cross are almost immortal. Even the ”shield of defense” which is slightly inferior to the ”sword of oath” is also a headache for the enemies of the church.
Lucian, who has the mark of an evil god, is, in a sense, the enemy specifically targeted by these oath Knights; Therefore, the grey pupil boy who is very sensitive to these existence can clearly feel that these Knights... Are still alive, but controlled by the elf girl opposite.
As long as faith has not collapsed, these Knights fighting for the Holy Cross will never fall.
In other words... If you want to kill or destroy an oath knight, you only need to destroy his will and collapse his faith.
It is conceivable that these oath knights, who are controlled by the fairy girl and have become the living dead, have encountered what kind of situation in the last desperate struggle, so that they can completely despair of the Holy Cross they believe in all their life and become puppets like the living dead.
”Lucian.”
”Huh?”
”Are you sure?”
”Not very.”
Looking at the oath Knights pressing step by step, the gray pupil boy with a particularly dignified expression clenched his sword and kept looking for possible flaws.
Even if you can't fight, you must at least find a way to break through with Isaac in the direction of the sky palace, and then
”It's impossible to escape.”
The fairy girl played with her face, playful and lovely: ”Lord serlior of the black cross is right behind the sky palace. If you want to escape or play with means, you will only die more miserably.”
”It's meaningless to break through Shira's blockade. Don't forget that there are thousands of imperial people in the sky palace; soldiers, nobles, servants, soldiers... Even the imperial people in the cities below have begun to be eroded by the void. What will happen to them so close to the vortex?”
Roussean, who woke up, was slightly stunned, and his eyes showed some consternation.
”Alas? This expression... Didn't you guess?” the fairy girl blinked ”unexpectedly”:
”You don't know what even Shira can guess... Don't you?”
”Ah... There's really no way. In that case, Shira had to teach one and two. The so-called despair... Is not the darkness, but the moment when she witnessed the birth of hope.”
Isaac pulled the corners of his mouth. Of course, he could hear that it was his consistent emphasis; The other party is mocking himself with his own words, but
Whether it's because of the other party's tone or because your speech is really so annoying, it's clear that you have been very restrained at the beginning
While Isaac was still thinking hard, the elf girl had raised her cold awn in her hand.
”Take a good look, study hard, and then remember this lesson.”
With a naive and lovely smile and a small head tilted, Shira looked at them like a dead man:
”Your... Last lesson.”
The voice fell, and countless iron boots sounded on the stone steps and rushed at them.
”Isaac!”
At the moment when the voice fell, there was no need for lusendor to order anything. Isaac with full tacit understanding had quickly hid behind a broken wall under the stairs and curled up waiting.
The grey pupil young man snorted angrily, and the sharp blades of his hands were perpendicular to the ground. He had no intention of parrying and fighting.
In the blink of an eye, countless sword shadows were approaching.
The pole of the sword
... hidden in the heart.
”Poof!”
Sharp blade penetrates the body and plasma gushes.
What fell was not Lucian, pierced by countless long swords, but the swore knights with swords.
Looking at the oath knights who fell in line without warning; The fairy girl was stunned and her smile froze on her face.
”This, this is impossible, how can you...”
”Nothing... Is impossible.”
The grey pupil boy, whose body was pierced by a sharp blade, had a pale smile full of sarcasm: ”how do you feel, my...”
”Samurai way!”
At the moment of roaring, the double sword wielding Lucian had thrown forward.
Yibing -!
Pooh!
With the inertia of charging, Lucian with the sword in his right arm blocked the three long swords coming from the front, and the Dragon Knight's gun in his right hand directly ran through the front door of the front knight.
Without waiting for the sharp blade to be pulled out, the grey pupil boy directly took the long sword in the other party's hand, dodged sideways, stabbed it into the waist of another knight, and held the sharp blade on the other side.
Poof!
The enemy caught him from behind, and Lucian did not hide or flash, allowing the long sword to run through his back waist; The penetrating blade jumped up with him and stabbed into the chest of the enemy in front of him.
The surrounding enemies continued to clip from all sides, but the gray pupil boy had no intention to withdraw, and was completely letting the other party surround him.
If you want to reduce the disadvantage in quantity, you must fight hand to hand in order to win a slim chance.
In Lord Loren's words, as long as you can fight one against four, you are not afraid of being surrounded; In this regard, Lucian thinks he has more advantages because he is too small. Basically, he only needs to fight one against two
”Bang --!”
He kicked the body to the ground and stood in the middle of the dense crowd. Lucian looked around with a blade in his hands.
The next second, his eyes, which had turned gray and blue, suddenly raised and stared at the elf girl at the back of the crowd.
Feeling the murderous intention, Shira was cold in her heart and instinctively hid back.
”Come on, go on.” Lucian sneered: ”as long as you bastards are not afraid of death...”
”They died long ago!”
A sudden voice interrupted Lucian, who was still talking hard:
”If I'm not unreasonable, I should say 'today next year is your Memorial Day', 'you can't control my rage'... Exaggerating rhetoric is nothing, at least don't make such a common sense mistake.”
The grey pupil turned his white eyes and resisted the impulse to turn his eyes behind him: ”are you finished?”
”I'm correcting your mistake.”
”Then I have to thank you!”