Chapter 1195 (2/2)
Anyway, you are not the opponent of the black cross. No one is the opponent of the black cross... In that case, there is no need to resist. Wouldn't it be better to admit your life?
They come out again and again, causing trouble to Sheila, and always want to kill the poor innocent Sheila
Annoying!
”Dang --!”
The next second, the gray blue sword awn collided with the short knife, and the golden red sparks bloomed.
Carl Colin, who thought the enemy would run away, was slightly stunned, but he responded quickly the next second. While parrying the short knife, he pulled out the long sword with his right hand and stabbed the elf girl in the face.
”Show me!”
Shira, who reacted in an instant, jumped up, and her petite and dexterous figure directly stepped on Carl Colin's right sword in the air. While avoiding the sword, the short knife waved to the demon hunter's neck.
No!
Carl, who had no time to fight back, threw his sword decisively and rushed in the direction of the short knife attack;
With the help of the spirit girl's body, she lost her fulcrum for a moment. Kan Kan avoided the decapitation knife, but still left a blood mark on her face.
”Alas... What a pity!”
The lost expression flashed from the fairy girl's face, but the next second, the disappointment turned into a cruel bloodthirsty.
Carl Colin, who dared not slacken, raised his backhand and parried with a sword dance.
”Dang Dang Dang... Dang!!!”
A series of sparks, like firecrackers, bloom in the crisscross of the blade.
In the face of the elf girl who was petite and tricky in attack, Carl Colin, who was suppressed for a time, didn't even have room to fight back. He was so absorbed that he wouldn't be beheaded by the cold knife of the other party.
This kind of completely suppressed battle, he once experienced a long time ago... The knife that was too fast to see, which made him unforgettable all his life.
Compared with the Elven girls in front of him, although they attack frequently, they don't make him unable to parry. At least they have time to think about other things, calmly judge the enemy's attack and look for any opportunity to counterattack.
While he was suppressed, the night watchmen and demon hunters around him had completed the absolute suppression of the oath Knights; The battle of equal strength began to appear one-sided.
Although the rigid oath Knights lost their flexibility and extremely rapid response, their existence itself is a great threat.
After paying one-fifth of the casualties, the wing of the sky finally completely tore through the layers of defense of the enemy, and began to try to surround and attack the oath knight who was divided and left alone in the battle to ensure that the enemy could not regroup.
There are even demon hunters who can spare their hands and cover Carl Colin's battle from around to ensure that he will not be disturbed by the oath knight who is resurrected and stands up.
However, suppression does not mean victory. The battle in front of the ladder of the heavenly palace continues, and there is no sign of stopping.
…………………………
Wipe the sweat off his forehead. Exhausted Lucian didn't care whether it was sweat or mixed with pus and blood, or something else.
Isaac, who was close behind him, was also panting - although he lay on the back of the gray pupil boy for most of the journey, he had exhausted all his strength just running up the stairs.
If he hadn't held his breath and clung to Lucian's shoulder all the time, he would have fallen into the corner of the rubble and been eaten up by the rotten corpse demon who didn't know where to drill out.
The two of them stood in front of the gate of the heavenly palace without saying a word and stared at the gate in front of them.
”So...” swallowing his dry throat, Isaac muttered to himself:
”We
Finally
... here it is. ”
Obviously, it was a pile of nonsense, and Lucian nodded in agreement:
”Do you have any plans?”
”No.”
”Are you confident?”
”I don't even have a plan, do you?”
”I don't know... If it's someone else, I think they must have no confidence, but you're Isaac Grantham, so...”
”You guessed right, so I have confidence - I'm Isaac Grantham, the wizard of no one before or after; I don't need any plans, because I'm the key to all plans!”
”As long as I'm here, I don't need any plans at all, okay? The black cross, the Holy Cross, clean it up for you every minute. Defeating them is not the key. Ending all this is the key. If it weren't for this willingness, I wouldn't give the most important credit to brother Loren, you know...”
”I knew...”
”What?”
Isaac, who was suddenly interrupted, stumbled and almost bit his tongue.
”Nothing?” Lucian shook his head. ”I just think you've become modest. I know I'll ask you a question first.”
”No, what I am modest about is the sentence 'no one has ever been before, and there may be no one coming after'... Obviously, how can there be a wizard better than me? Of course, the answer is no; from a thousand years ago to a thousand years later, the only one who can surpass me is myself! Understand, only myself is the enemy of my life, and others simply...”
As always, they talked back to each other without a word.
Lucian knows how nervous this ”arrogant” is at this moment - hundreds of people are willing to die in order to make him stand here, and then they may even die for him; What he did will determine whether these hundreds of people can die well.
He was so nervous that he pretended not to be afraid at all.
Turning his head and gradually calming down, Lucian looked at Isaac, who was still pretending to be out of breath and covering up his heart beating wildly, and his eyes flashed:
”Let's go.”
”Yes!”
Nodding heavily and taking a deep breath, Isaac stretched out a hand and pressed Lucian on the palace gates on the left and right sides respectively:
”Let's go!”
A minute later, the grey pupil boy who opened the door alone stepped into the sky palace, followed by Isaac who kept shaking his wrist and headed for the hall.