Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Seven: Do you know how I have lived in the past three hundred years!?
"One sword is not enough, then use a few more swords." Knight Myron said while looking at the wall of flesh and blood in front of him.
"Okay." Lu Qing nodded, and then handed Altaïr's sword to Knight Myron.
The damaged steel sword was still lying on the ground aside, but Lu Qing was not worried at all that Knight Myron would destroy his Sword of Altaïr.
This is not because Altaïr's sword is a long sword of purple quality and there is no need to worry about damage. Although there are indeed some reasons, the main reason is that the game props will be automatically restored after returning to the lobby.
"Please slash as much as you want without any mental burden." With this thought, Lu Qing saw Knight Myron pick up the Sword of Altaïr.
"Don't worry, I won't damage it." Knight Myron gently stroked the blade of Altaïr's sword with his hand, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"What a good sword." Knight Myron sighed in his heart. To be honest, even as a legendary knight, he has never used a weapon of this level in his life.
"I'm going to start!"
Turning around to face the wall of flesh and blood, Knight Myron raised Altaïr's sword high, and his aura began to build up again.
"Breathe...breathe...drink!"
The huge sword light fell again and struck the squirming wall of flesh and blood, immediately cutting a huge wound. However, it was not over yet. Knight Myron suddenly raised his sword and struck hard again.
Cut it out with one strike!
"boom!!"
As if the air had been ignited, the temperature of the entire lower level of the prison rose rapidly. With a "boom" sound, Altaïr's sword ignited with blazing flames.
Another huge sword light fell, and Knight Myron stepped forward suddenly. With the help of the power of swinging the sword, he turned around and slashed at the wall of flesh and blood with another sword.
In the blink of an eye, Knight Myron slashed three swords in succession. At this time, the wall of flesh and blood had become festering, and the severed flesh and blood kept squirming and trying to recover, but it lost its vitality in the next second.
"Huh, it's over." He exhaled a long breath of white mist. Knight Myron stood there and observed carefully for a while. After confirming that the wall of flesh and blood was really unresponsive, he slowly said.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, although the sword is not broken, it is still somewhat damaged." Knight Myron handed the sword of Altaïr, which was radiating heat, back to Lu Qing and said.
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's still usable. I'll find someone to repair it afterwards." Lu Qing shook her head, then looked at the road behind the Wall of Flesh and said, "Now that the road is open, let's move on."
After she finished speaking, she looked at the soldier who brought them over and said, "Soldiers, you don't have to follow me on the way back. Can you lend me your sword?"
"Yes." After hearing Lu Qing's words, the soldier hurriedly pulled out the steel sword from his waist and handed it to Lu Qing.
"Thank you." She smiled and took the sword from the soldier. Lu Qing looked at Knight Myron and said, "Knight Myron can use that sword. In your hands, it can play more roles.
"
"Haha, then I thank you, Your Highness." Hearing Lu Qing's words, Knight Myron smiled happily. For a knight, nothing would be more satisfying than getting a useful weapon.
It's a matter of fact, although this weapon cannot be regarded as his.
........
In the dark underground space, the Pope and Guiji Archbishop Angus were confronting each other, and the Pope's condition did not look very good.
"You are really difficult, Pope Gordon." Archbishop Angus said as he looked at the man in front of him.
"I can still be more difficult, do you want to try?" The pope leaned weakly on the wall behind him, his head sweating uncontrollably as he said.
"You are so stubborn even if you are going to die." Angus floated not far in front of the Pope and whispered: "Look at how you look now. It's just that there is a hole in your chest and some blood is bleeding.
Became so weak."
"I ask you again Gordon, are you still unwilling to embrace the great void?"
"Haha..." The Pope sneered twice and did not answer Angus's question: "This is not like your character. Yorick will never ask the same question twice...
.Cough, cough, cough!”
"...How can my clone be the same as myself?" Angus said floating in the air.
"...."
There was silence between the two of them. Angus looked at the Pope not far away, subconsciously sending dangerous signals. He had no doubt that if he took one step closer, the man in front of him would die at any time.
The old man will launch a fatal blow to himself.
But even if he tried his best to control and spawn a large amount of flesh and blood to investigate around the Pope, he could not find the source of the danger.
And the Pope…
Every time he took a breath at this time, he would feel the overwhelming sound left by the gas as it passed through his lungs. The void power covering his spinal cord and struggling to suppress it was simply stronger than anything he had ever heard of.
The curse is even more difficult to deal with.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Angus felt something. He raised his head, and his sight seemed to pass through the ground on the upper floor of the prison, and he "saw" the figure holding a long sword and cutting off the wall of flesh and blood.
"The current strongest knight in the kingdom...Myron Zahad."
Angus felt the strength still remaining in his body, and silently stepped back.
"No. 2, and this...new member, we are going back." Angus said to No. 2 and No. 5.
"I'm not a new member, I'm Number Five." Number Five tried to correct Archbishop Angus' statement.
"..." Angus was silent for a moment, and then said with his brain moving: "Is No. 5 so weak now?"
"I..." No. 5 was speechless for a moment, but he did not dare to say anything to refute. After all, the scene of Angus's battle just now was still vivid in his mind, and he really did not dare to offend the Archbishop Guiji.
"Never mind this, the strongest knight in the kingdom is coming. If two of them hit me, something might happen." Angus said.
"Can't you beat me?" The mouth on No. 5's cheek suddenly said.
"...."
"Crack!"
No. 5 gave himself a big mouth with a backhand, and quickly explained: "My mouth always speaks suddenly on its own. Archbishop, please forgive me this time."
"It's okay..." The archbishop waved his tentacles and said: "Whether it is Pope Gordon or the first knight of the kingdom, I am not afraid of fighting alone."
"And if they join forces, it's not like I can't fight them, but newcomers, there's one thing you have to remember."
"At no time should you take your enemies lightly, and don't be too confident in your own strength. The consequences will be..."
After a moment of silence, Archbishop Angus said quietly: "Do you know how I have lived these three hundred years?"
"Sleeping in a coffin every day!"
No. 2, No. 5: "......"
"Anyway, retreat."
Archbishop Angus waved his tentacles, and a road made of flesh and blood that looked like a human intestine appeared in front of him, and he floated in.
Seeing this, No. 2 and No. 5 said nothing more and followed the Archbishop out of the prison.