"Captain, there are too many enemies. Let's cover the target and retreat first."

"Okay, you go and join him first, and I'll take the lead."

Su Changfeng gently extinguished the flickering red light on the communication crystal, raised his head and looked forward. Wherever he looked, the giant structure that lost power in the distance finally let out a mournful cry, and before Bai Jia and the young man

He lost his center of gravity under the combined attack and leaned towards the apartment on the street side.

Su Changfeng saw the red tile roof collapse downwards, the inner wooden beams cracking, bricks, stones, and sand falling down one after another, and the residents inside screamed and fled.

He couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Bai Jia and the young man received the order to retreat at the same time. They were stunned for a moment, and when they looked back, they discovered that more "Iron Curtain" structures had entered around the square. They looked at each other, and they both saw each other's eyes.

The look of worry.

Count Ronnier was looking for traces of Fang Plover in the square with a sinister expression. The hands hidden under his sleeves were like the claws of a vulture. He wanted to catch the opponent with his own claws to show his affection for the Prime Minister and his party.

He originally did not think highly of the young king, but as the situation in the north became increasingly clear, the situation of the fence-sitters became increasingly embarrassing. Although in the political structure of the kingdom, the consul was naturally close to the center, but if he did not express his feelings quickly

, I’m afraid it will lose this position soon.

Therefore, the warrant issued by the prime minister made him grasp at the last straw.

Earl Ronnier clutched the Archon's staff tightly. He is an elementalist, and the natural staff is also designed in the form of an elemental staff. The skin on the back of the hand is gray, like the declining characteristics of a dying person, but that is actually just too much.

I was so nervous that I lost my color.

His eyes almost burst out with fire, and he kept urging his soldiers to move forward in his heart. He glanced at the direction of the Eldofen alchemists again, and when he saw that they were reluctant to give orders, he understood that those alchemists were

Warlocks can't count on it.

He cursed secretly that Pudra was really useless, but he also knew that even if the prime minister had all the power, he could not touch these alchemists at all. What's more, Pudra's relationship with him was nothing more than

Just take what you need.

"But what exactly does this old guy want to do? I have never heard that he is from the prime minister's side."

This thought only flashed through John Ronnier's mind.

Because his eyes quickly caught something unusual in the square.

In fact, it is easier to spot this scene through the overlooking view in the live broadcast room

"What is that man doing?"

"It doesn't seem like he's from the military."

People have already been talking about it.

Under their gaze, among the crowd, one can easily see a knight going upstream in the opposite direction.

That was none other than Dict. When the crowd dispersed to the left and right, revealing the rows of soldiers advancing forward, and the tall and roaring giant structure behind the soldiers, his figure was also exposed to everyone's view.

Walking at the front of that team were the Silver Wind Knights who were responsible for escorting the Elpaxin craftsmen to Vanrik. They did not receive the order and did not know for a moment whether they should join the arrest.

It is better to side with Falaise.

But these people recognized Dickert.

"Sir Dickert, why are you here?" The leading knight opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped and stopped.

He subconsciously took a step back because he saw the knight's blade in Dict's hand. There was actually a trace of cold air coming out of the sword. Behind him, there was a long path of frost dragging the ground. It seemed that the opponent took a step forward and the cold wind blew out.

Go with it.

That is ice feldspar.

He had long heard of the other party's legendary magic furnace, which was a legacy from the Numelin era. After the other party disappeared, the magic furnace had been left at the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association for repairs. Many people

I've met them all once or twice.

The previous leader of the Silver Wind Knights also asked for it, but after Sir Roban became famous, no one dared to mention it. The knight commander had heard some rumors long ago. After Dolifen's illusion disappeared, the other party had returned.

Elpaxin.

But it wasn't until this moment that he realized the rumors were true.

"Sir Dicket..."

The other party became famous far before his son Roban, and was the former number one Knight of the Dawn. How could he take it for granted? Although there were rumors that the other party was trapped in the illusion of Dolifen and his strength was no longer what it used to be, the knight commander did not intend to take advantage of it.

Without it, they are still Elpaxins after all.

"Get out of the way," Dict looked at each of them calmly and said in a refined tone, "Everyone, this is not your battlefield."

"But Sir Dict..." The knight commander was a little embarrassed. After all, they were also members of the kingdom. How could they not obey the king's order?

"No one can blame you for this," Dict said: "The person in front of you, the one you want to arrest, is the hero who once saved Dolifen. You are all the sons of Elpaxin. Knights, please be careful.

Think about what you should fight for."

He paused for a moment before asking: "So, please stop."

The knights looked at each other.

The knight commander asked in surprise: "Is it him...?"

Dick nodded.

Then there was the sound of swords being sheathed, and the knights caressed their chests and bowed to the stands, then turned and left one after another. Although they had not personally experienced the disaster thirty years ago, many of them had relatives in their father's generation.

Lost in that city.

They abide by their identity as subjects of the Kingdom and do not fight back, which is the utmost benevolence and justice.

The knight captain threw his sword to the ground in resignation and thanked Dict gratefully for saving them from falling into injustice. Although today's knights are not as rigid as in ancient times, they still regard themselves as virtuous.

Who is this?

The conversation between the two parties was far from heard in the live broadcast room.

But people just looked at this scene and were so surprised that they couldn't help themselves.

How can someone who can make a knight turn back with just one word? And who is that young man? He is an aborigine after all. How come so many people choose to side with him at this time?

The military and the indigenous people, what kind of combination is this?

People's minds are full of doubts.

Count Ronnier felt the same way.

Who is this, he screamed in his heart.

He watched this scene with almost fire in his eyes, and cursed these Yankees who had no loyalty at all in his heart. The consul's scepter tightly grasped in his hand seemed to have grasped the arms of these knights.

The neck is so ordinary that I wish I could crush it to pieces.

Unfortunately, the knights ignored his anger, or didn't care, and walked out through the soldiers one after another.

Ronnier can only hope that his soldiers can be more reliable at the moment, but he also knows that the situation may be contrary to expectations.

But when Dickert raised his sword and slashed in front of him from left to right, a deep sword mark more than ten feet long appeared on the square, and the granite slabs were cut through as easily as tofu under his sword.

When the soldiers saw this scene, they all took a step back.

And Dict stood in front of the sword mark and said: "Step forward and let me see your courage."

heard this sentence

The city guards who had neglected their training immediately wavered and fled backwards. The consul's guards behind also showed a look of horror. With the level of the opponent's sword, they would die if they went up.

Relying on Elfendor's protection and long-term peace, Vanric's defenders have long forgotten their bloody courage. It's okay for them to deal with a mere young man, but against the military people, even against the people in front of them.

This knight basically lost his armor and had no power to fight.

Only the huge "Iron Curtain" structure at the back creaked and swayed towards Dict, and a row of firelight and rising smoke flashed above the shooting base.

But before the whirling projectiles could get close to him, they seemed to hit an invisible wall. There was a shallow golden light pattern on the edge of the wall, which was more than ten feet in length and a person and a half tall. No movement was seen from Dickert.

After the bullets passed through the wall, they split into two and fell to the ground with clatter.

"The curtain of beauty in the sky!"

"That man is a saint!"

A scream came from the huge construct.

"Back up quickly, back up quickly!"

"Can't turn around!"

The craftsmen were almost crying.

Dict raised his sword and slashed diagonally, creating a streak of sword glory.

After that, people first saw a white frost mark appearing on the huge structure from the upper left to the lower right. Then, along this white frost structure, there was a piercing roar, the upper and lower bodies staggered diagonally, and fell to the ground with a roar.

Everyone opened their mouths.

This is the last level of the Paladin in the first world, the Holy Temple.

Level 50 Paladin.

"You are a Templar," Count Ronnier gasped and shouted angrily: "How can you stand on the side of the rebels!?"
To be continued...