Chapter 396 Guardian Knight? Guardian Monk? 4000 words
The barbarians and centaur warriors of the Cedar Tribe all dream about violent entry into human cities.
But they never dreamed that they would really enter in their lifetime, and they would enter in person.
The only thing I didn't expect was that the way I entered was a bit strange.
I thought the other party would resist violently and refuse to obey.
But the fact is that the other party opened the door to greet him and warmly welcomed his entry.
Not only did he welcome him warmly, he also sprinkled water on himself, making his body wet.
What a pity, it is the holy water mixed with water.
If it is pure holy water, it will become light and merge into the body and disappear, unlike now.
The gate of Teutonic City was bleeding. Although water was poured on the road, blood was vaguely visible in the gaps in the floor tiles, and small pieces of minced meat and even half of fingers could be seen.
Many people must have died in this narrow hole.
I just don't know if anyone will die in the future.
The Teutonic Knights calmly accepted the entry of the barbarian army.
Because the barbarians represent the Holy Light, they were instilled with loyalty to the Holy Light from childhood, and their ancestors have been consistent for generations.
Not long after leaving, Yang Muyun stopped.
In front, a tall stone statue stands at the end of the road.
It is a fully armed angel shape.
The angel's feet were tight, his body was straight, his hands were leaning on the sword, and his eyes were straight ahead.
Yang Muyun felt that the stone statue seemed to have life and was secretly peeking at him.
So Yang Muyun looked at him in a tit-for-tat way, pointing directly at the angel's eyes, as if he was going to see the cave behind through the frosted glass eyes.
But at this time, the leader of the Teutonic Knights rushed over and pulled out the knight's sword that had just been blessed by Yang Muyun.
"Light Blade, please be kind to this city again!"
The holy light lingers on the knight's sword, and the three-foot-long sword body extends again, becoming four feet, and the three-finger-wide sword blade also expands outward, becoming four-finger-wide.
Swish!
He slashed with one sword.
The angel stone statue was split in half from head to hip.
As if he had done something insignificant, the commander turned his wrists around, put his sword back into the sheath handsomely, and then spit on the ground.
"Phoa! Heresy!"
When Yang Muyun saw this scene, he thought to himself: If the God of Light knew that the believers prayed to give strength and then bombarded this power on his head, would he regret the action of giving strength?
If the power is not given, believers will definitely be even more angry and will scold another liar after the heresy.
Alas, it's hard to do.
The leader of the Teutonic Knights knelt on the ground and said, "Great Chosen, allow us to stand here your statue."
Yang Muyun shook his head, "No need!"
What is the use of worshiping those dead things? If you want to worship, worship the real person.
Yang Muyun had a bigger plan in his mind. Yang Muyun looked down on mere stone statues.
Hearing the words of the Chosen Son of God, the people of the Teutonic Knights were all in their hearts.
My own city is too weak and I don’t even have the qualifications to worship gods.
But when I think of the previous battle, the 1,000 knights who were most proud of the Teutonic Knights were beaten to pieces by the opponent's 300 people, and were forced to dismount and fight in the siege, but they did not win the battle in the siege.
For a moment, my heart was filled with frustration.
"How should the church in Teutonic city be handled by the great chosen man?"
When he said this, the leader of the Teutonic Knights narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes shaved like sharp razors, shaving around a group of clergy.
A few of the clergymen were wearing bishop robes, and immediately rushed to Yang Muyun's feet when they saw this.
"The great chosen people, we are all your devout followers. The meaning of our life is to wait for your arrival. The value of our existence is to practice your will. You are the light, we are the shadow, you are forever.
Servant!"
The other clergy also knelt down and expressed their loyalty to Yang Muyun.
Yang Muyun ignored whether these clergy were telling the truth or lies.
"Very good! Get up!"
Seeing the clergy's sweat-wiping actions, Yang Muyun said coldly: "There is a god who raises his head three feet high. In the future, I will supervise your every move. Any unfaithful act or misconduct will definitely cause you to fall into hell forever.
No redemption!”
Cursing others to go to hell is like a toothache curse, and it has nothing to do with itching.
But this statement is different from Yang Muyun's mouth. It is full of deterrence and more lethal.
If the chosen one says salvation, then he will be redeemed. On the other hand, if the chosen one says that he cannot be redeemed, then he will be decayed forever.
If it is a barbarian, it doesn't take this seriously at all.
I have never heard of heaven, hell, and redemption.
But the Light believers are different.
They understand, they understand, so they are even more in awe.
While speaking, the Teutonic Knights had removed the statue of the Holy Angel of Light, and the gravel on the ground was cleaned up with a small broom.
Yang Muyun said: "Can camp on the spot!"
The team led by this trip was less than a thousand people, and with the Cedar Tribe next door, there were only two thousand people together.
As for those popular and spicy soldiers, they all knew the fun and did not enter the city.
But they all surrounded the city and did not leave, waiting for Yang Muyun to send someone to feed him, and to worship him with gratitude.
The leader of the Teutonic Knights led Yang Muyun to wander around the city.
"The great chosen man, the Teutonic Knights are willing to convert to your command and become your most loyal Knights!"
Hearing this, the lord of Silver Hammer City was not happy.
Damn it, it was clearly my first place, my silver hammer...
Forget it, the Silver Hammer Knights don’t even have a shadow, but there is one in the Silver Hammer Construction Team, so it’s better not to fight.
The Centaur leader was unhappy.
I saw him snorting coldly and pressing his palm against the big knife.
"Hey! Humans, what did you say!"
The leader of the Teutonic Knights glanced at the other party.
Isn't it just a centaur? What a big deal? Our Teutonic Knights have gone to the centaurs that have been hammered to death.
"Hmph! Our Teutonic Knights did lose, but we lost to the invincible Pighead Heavy Infantry, not to you!"
Although I have converted to the new master, it does not mean that I have completely lie down.
What should be fought for is still a struggle, not only for the Teutonic Knights, but also for the whole of mankind.
If the Teutonic Knights are at the bottom of the chosen ones, it will be difficult for humans to raise their heads in the future, let alone turn them up.
If the pighead man is the first in the infantry, he will definitely have to be second.
The Centaur laughed when he heard this.
Nazha next to him also laughed.
"What are you laughing at? What's funny?"
The head of the pig-headed tribe, Gang Li, whispered: "We are at the bottom of all the master's family members."
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Gangli covered her face, "Believe it or not. This is the truth anyway."
The leader of the Teutonic Knights collapsed.
At this time, Yang Muyun coughed, "In order to ensure the fairness of the duel, I can only choose a relative who is comparable to yours, but I really can't find it, so I can only let the pig head man get on."
There are also taurens, elephant-headed men, and dragon warriors above the pig-headed men.
If you really want to fight these people, the Teutonic Knights will probably disappear without even launching the charge.
This also made Yang Muyun realize that the Teutonic Knights are really good.
At this level, it is one of the best among humans. It has guarded the northern border for a hundred years and has never lost its foreign war.
This Yang Muyunxin.
But Yang Muyun knew that winning every battle was not about the strength of the Teutonic Knights.
Humans do not rely on force to win, but equipment, training, tactics, logistics, etc. In many aspects, compared with other factors, personal cultivation is the secondiest and least important.
Take the exercises of human soldiers as an example.
The most important thing is to obey orders and be uniform.
Just train dozens, hundreds, and thousands into a whole, but personal strength is not important.
Even if you teach soldiers skills, it is just a simple slash and picking thorns.
The sword and shield hands practice one slash, and the spearmen practice one slash, and the one slash, and the one slashing in their lifetime.
Thinking of this, Yang Muyun shook his head.
If you continue to train in this way, humans will never think of becoming stronger.
Just in time, a shout of hehe ha Xi came from the front.
Yang Muyun immediately walked over.
The leader of the Teutonic Knights' Order suddenly became nervous.
"The great chosen man, ahead of him is the Teutonic Knights' Training Camp. There is nothing good to watch. If you want to watch the drill, you can go to the official Knight Training Camp next door."
Yang Muyun waved his hand and walked into the training camp in a few steps.
I saw a group of children naked, wielding knight swords in the open space, or holding stone locks to make their strength, and someone was fighting one-on-one.
The head of the Teutonic Knights explained: "These children start training from the age of three and until they are ten years old. They can learn combat experience and knowledge from the official knights. After ten years of entourage, they can go to the Holy See for an assessment and become official knights."
Seeing Yang Muyun appear, a group of children suddenly became nervous.
Especially a few children who were training with swords, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yang Muyun.
"heresy!"
These two words are like a big gong and a drum ringing in his ears, which makes the head of the Teutonic Knights roar.
Oops!
These children have caused a big disaster!
"Shut up!"
The child stammered his neck and said, "He is a barbarian! The barbarian is a heretic! This is what the instructor taught us!"
Several other children also shouted: "Yes! That's right!"
"Which bastard is the instructor? Get out! You are right, okay, you can get out now! I will train myself in the youth camp in the future!"
The leader of the Knights personally trained the Youth Camp.
This kind of thing is unheard of and unheard of.
The first time the leader of the Knights became the instructor of the Youth Camp was to take out the whip, dip it in salt water and then wave it vigorously.
A child who was being pumped jumped up in pain and covered his butt with his hands, screaming.
The other kids also felt their skin tightened and hurriedly ran to the distance.
"The great chosen ones, these children are not offending you, they are just young..."
Yang Muyun did not have the same knowledge as these children, but turned to look at a child in the corner.
"Why didn't you run?"
The child lowered his head and said, "They bully me."
"Why do they bully you?"
"They...they said I was a bastard and didn't play with me..."
Yang Muyun squatted down, touched the child's head and said, "So, in your heart, they are the most terrifying, more terrifying than heretics, are they?"
The child focused his head and his face was full of joy.
"Yes, yes, they say heresy is terrible, but heresy never hurt me. Although they are not heresy, they beat me, scold me every day, and stole my lunch. They don't let me use it during training.
Venue and tools.”
Yang Muyun laughed and said, "Child, remember that the barbarian bloodline flowing on you is a very noble bloodline, which contains the power of madness."
The child focused his attention, "Remember!"
"No one teaches you training, so I'll teach you!"
As he said that, Yang Muyun instilled a set of boxing techniques into the child's spiritual thoughts.
The child immediately started practicing on the spot, jumping up and down, moving left and right, and kept whining from his mouth.
Yang Muyun clapped his hands and stood up.
"How many offspring of mixed-race barbarians do you have here?"
The four northern countries were originally the habitats of northern creatures, and there were a large number of barbarians, but they were later occupied by humans. It was normal for these barbarians to meet with migrant humans, snuggle up to each other to keep warm and give birth to descendants.
Moreover, children with barbarian bloodlines are stronger and stronger, and they are simply human-shaped monsters.
This is the best labor force for humans who live on arable land.
Men dream of marrying a powerful butt-helped woman, and barbarian women perfectly fit their dream of inheriting the family line.
In addition, the annual journey southwards, a large number of barbarians rushed into the territory of the four northern countries, destroyed villages and killed adult men.
As for women, they either take them away after they are kidnapped or used on the spot.
This has led to more and more mixed-race children in the four northern countries, especially in the northern border areas, and these mixed-race children continue to reproduce and survive.
Some descendants have hidden their characteristics and look no different from humans.
But one generation or two generations later, these characteristics appeared again, and the descendants of two humans inexplicably showed the characteristics of barbarians.
In this case, women were basically burned to death by the Holy See as degenerate believers. Although the children survived, they were bullied and discriminated against everywhere and could not raise their heads for the rest of their lives.
The Teutonic Knights were covered in cold sweat.
this……
Why is it such a coincidence...
A few naughty kids are here to find trouble for themselves.
"The great chosen man..."
Yang Muyun waved his hand, "Let's see how they fight to the decisive battle!"
The child who was given strength by Yang Muyun swept away his previous fear.
Instead of holding your head in your hands, they held them tightly, trying their best to suppress the pulsation of the strength in their bodies.
Several children on the other side rushed over, the knight's sword fell down, and the others also used their respective weapons to attack the barbarian mixed-race children.
The child who was blessed by Yang Muyun moved instantly.
I saw him as fast as flying, rubbing his feet and squeezed into the middle of everyone, then punched a child in the stomach.
The child instantly lost his zombie combat power and knelt on the ground with his stomach covering his body.
There are even more unbearable things. They can't even kneel firmly, and they lie directly on the cold ground, twisting like a lobster.
A group of half-grown children were defeated by the children blessed by Yang Muyun.
Yang Muyun patted the child on the shoulder, "How is it? How does it feel?"
The child said excitedly: "The boxing technique you taught me is so amazing. I really thank you! What should I call you?"
Yang Muyun smiled and said, "No need to thank me. If you really want to thank me, just promise me, don't use this boxing technique to do bad things."
After sending away a group of children, Yang Muyun's eyes turned cold.
"These children learn martial arts just because they learn martial arts. Don't mess things up!"
"What?" The leader of the Teutonic Knights was a little confused.
Yang Muyun thought for a long time and said, "The Knights of the Protector... will be changed to the Protectoral Monk in the future!" (To be continued)