Chapter 24 Advanced, Hellfire, Blades in the Shadows
The golden dragon spear was accompanied by the plain riding shadow, and it was still charging unhurriedly. Until it came to the one-armed man, the riding shadow just stabbed with no tricks, and still had no merit.
.If it weren’t for the fact that the golden dragon spear was so magical and provocative, most of the people watching the battle would have thought it was a trainee knight taking action.
However, facing such a stabbing attack as ordinary as water, the one-armed man became more solemn than ever before.
In an instant, the halo of flames under the one-armed man's feet boiled violently as if a strong catalyst had been injected into it. The intense heat wave swept across in an instant, and even Moriarty and others who were standing dozens of meters away were immediately stunned.
I felt a rush of heat hitting my face, making me breathless for a moment. At the same time, there was a ray of red-gold light flowing rapidly on the black long sword. In the blink of an eye, the red flames on the sword that were originally burning were trembling.
It shrank inward, condensed, and turned into a seemingly non-existent red-gold sword-shaped light blade.
"kill!"
The one-armed man, who had already unleashed all his fighting power, roared and brandished the red gold light blade, slashing at the golden dragon gun!
"Boom!"
With a loud noise that soared into the sky, two rays of golden and red-gold light shone simultaneously, illuminating the entire Beni village like daylight.
"The Knights of the Round Table are indeed worthy of their reputation! What a pity for that man." Just as Moriarty was dazzled by the dazzling light, Hamilton sighed in a low tone of praise and pity.
"Yes, that man is indeed very good. He can actually condense a pseudo-light saber. He is really half a step up to the advanced level. But, against the Knights of the Round Table..." At this time, Viscount Salk on the other side also said quietly.
After a while, the light dissipated, and Beni Village returned to night again. Moriarty looked intently, only to see the one-armed man half-kneeling in front of the riding figure covered in blood, holding on to the hilt of the sword with his left hand, refusing to
He fell down. But the red flames on the black long sword had dissipated without a trace, and it no longer regained its powerful appearance. And the golden dragon spear in the riding shadow's hand was just dotted on the one-armed man's heart. It only took that
With a gentle delivery, the opponent can be stabbed to the core immediately.
"Centurion!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the village behind, and a figure suddenly jumped up from a roof. At the same time, a halo like the wings of an eagle lit up at the figure's feet.
"Dang!"
At the sound of the bow string, a cone-shaped crossbow arrow shot out of the air with a fierce murderous aura. In less than a second, the arrow tip had already arrived in front of the riding shadow, and pointed directly at the riding shadow's eye socket with a compelling force.
Faced with such an arrow attack, Qiying remained calm. With just a slight lift of his wrist, the tip of the golden dragon spear hit the cone of the incoming arrow with perfect accuracy.
"Snapped."
There was a crisp sound of explosion, and the conical crossbow arrow shattered into powder in mid-air and turned into little bits of dust.
"There is actually an intermediate divine crossbowman?" Viscount Salk looked at White in the distance, who was instantly surrounded by noble soldiers because he exposed his whereabouts, and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that he is really from the army.
Already."
On the roof, facing the swords and halberds coming one after another, White kept dodging step by step. At the same time, the crossbow in his hand kept firing, killing the soldiers who were trying to climb up one by one.
And at this stalemate, a silver light suddenly flickered from the direction of the village entrance. Before White could react, a shining magic arrow had already hit his chest. Then, the magic energy suddenly
It exploded. White immediately spat out blood and fell directly from the roof, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Magic arrow? Ha! Moriarty, you have brought us another surprise." Seeing the divine crossbowman instantly knocked down by Moriarty's spell, the old man couldn't help but grinned.
"It's just a little effort. After all, the Ensberg family has not made any substantial contribution since the attack." After finishing the spell, Moriarty gently put down his hands, exhaled, and replied.
"I have to say that magic is really a magical thing! Although it takes a long time to prepare, it is very powerful." The Viscount's comment hit the nail on the head.
Although with the help of the crystal spell book, Moriarty's strength is far superior to other mage apprentices of his generation, but medium and high-end spell skills such as silent casting, delayed casting, and even instant casting are still beyond his ability to master now.
This requires not only the support of mana and mental strength, but also an in-depth understanding of magic, and there is no shortcut to this.
"Okay, it seems that the overall situation has been decided." Viscount Salk looked at the battle in the village that had begun to end, then turned his attention back to the one-armed man, and said loudly: "Soldier, your rank
And name?”
The one-armed man who was half-kneeling struggled to raise his head and looked at Viscount Salk with complex eyes, but stubbornly tightened his bloody lips and did not answer.
"I am not asking you now as a viscount, but as a retired brigadier general of the Kingdom's Southeast Army: Soldier, your rank and name?" The old man looked at the one-armed man calmly and asked loudly again.
"Kingdom Dawn Fortress, Red Baron Cavalry Regiment, Hellfire Squadron, Centurion, Lawrence!" I don't know where the strength came from. After hearing the Viscount's words, the one-armed man actually stood up and trembled.
He slowly stood up straight, then faced the old man directly in a standard military posture, with a resolute and calm expression.
At this time, the golden dragon spear that had been pointed at his chest was slowly withdrawn.
"Is it you, the defected chief centurion, the 'Hellfire Lawrence' of Dawn Fortress!?" Viscount Salk couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the one-armed man announce his identity, and his eyes immediately softened, with a certain
Complex: "I've heard about you. If it weren't for that accident, you would now be the deputy general of the Red Baron United."
"Accident? Is it an accident to pretend to be a military leader and kill innocent people indiscriminately!?" Hearing this word, the one-armed man's eyes once again burst into monstrous rage.
"Isn't that matter settled? The military judge who violated the law was executed, and the main culprit was also tried. Why don't you give up?" asked the Viscount.
"Trial? Your Majesty General, when you say trial, do you mean letting him go home to sleep? At the same time, you can also get a salary by taking it with you? Humph, this is what the nobles call fairness!?" the one-armed man yelled.
He stood there with a ferocious look on his face.
"So you killed him?"
"Yes." The one-armed man calmed down, lowered his head, and his dark and thin face fell into shadow.
"But that, after all, is a violation of military law." The Viscount sighed softly.
"That is not a military law, but an evil law used by nobles to enslave the people. Why should I abide by it?" The one-armed man shook his head, his words full of disdain.
"So, now that things have happened, what else do you want to say?"
To be honest, Viscount Salk was half angry and half sorry for the one-armed man in front of him. He had also served in the army for many years, and the old man hated those worms that undermined the military discipline of the kingdom no less than Lawrence. It was just that people
In Jianghu, at certain times, even as a brigadier general of the legion, the Viscount still has to compromise, give in, and "maintain the overall situation." After all, in addition to being a soldier, he is also a nobleman.
"No more. Being able to die under the gun of a Knight of the Round Table is already an excellent destination." Lawrence raised his head and glanced at the riding figure in front of him, only to see that the other party also nodded slightly towards him.
"Yes, you and I both understand. You violated military law, killed your colleagues, joined thieves, and attacked nobles. These are heinous crimes, and the only option is death. However, if you can hand over Sir Luo Yanta safely, I can
Fulfilling your last wish is my personal compensation for your many years of service in the Dawn Fortress." At this point, Viscount Salk could only hide his emotions and said coldly.
"this…"
Lawrence couldn't help feeling the kindness and regret hidden behind the cold words of the old man. Although the other party was also one of the nobles of the kingdom that he hated deeply, as both upright soldiers, there was a natural sympathy between the two.
Even, Lawrence believed that if he had not gone to the Dawn Fortress, but served under the old man, his military career would have been countless times better than it is now. Unfortunately, fate did not allow Lawrence to meet a trustworthy superior officer.
.
After thinking for a moment, Lawrence slowly knelt down and said to Viscount Salk for the first time as a junior officer: "Your Excellency, soldiers who died in battle have no right to defend themselves. However, as a centurion, I
I have to plead with you on behalf of my soldier, asking you to give him a truly fair trial and a chance to survive."
"That divine crossbowman?" Viscount Salk looked at Lawrence, who was covered in blood, struggling to support himself with one arm, and prostrated on the ground. He sighed heavily and said lightly: "I understand."
"Thank you, General." After receiving the other party's promise at the last moment of his life, Lawrence's spirit relaxed, and a gray death air soon filled the man's face: "As for the captured nobleman, he
…”
Just when Lawrence was about to fulfill his obligation and tell the whereabouts of Luo Yanta, suddenly, in a thick shadow less than ten meters away from Moriarty, a green-colored blade, curved like a full moon, slashed with a "whisper"
It came out like a wild tornado, whizzing through the barrier composed of many swordsmen in an instant, and fell mercilessly towards Moriarty's head and neck.
