As an Art who has completed three baptisms and a gifted warlock, Silin is very aware of the qualitative changes that occur when three baptisms are completed.
The Kendiers in front of him looked menacing and his sword force was overwhelming.
But it’s all appearance!
It's not just slow.
And there is no sword...
Sharp!
That’s right!
It’s sharp!
That feeling of cold light and unparalleled sharpness after the long sword was unsheathed did not appear on Kendiers!
All I have is a shaky feeling!
The eleven sword energies seem complicated, but they are not concise enough.
The sword is like a sword. It looks decisive, but it is not firm enough.
Heart, hesitate!
The sword is also broken!
At this time, not to mention that Kendalls had already embarked on the path of a 'swordsman', the strength he showed was inferior to that of someone who had just been baptized for the third time.
Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, Kendiers is still so powerful.
As for Enos?
She also noticed a difference, but it wasn't because of her extraordinary strength, it was just because she had seen Kendi's moves too many times, and she was too familiar with Kendi's actions.
The Kendi Ers at this moment and the Kendi Ersi in her memory are completely two different people.
"waste!"
"You still have to rely on me!"
Enos gritted her teeth.
Goethe, who played against Kendiles, had the deepest feelings.
Goethe frowned slightly.
He thought this was the other party's attempt to spread doubts. After all, the speed shown by the other party was far different from what Art had described to him. Moreover, inexplicably, Goethe always felt that what the other party was holding was not a sword.
But it's extremely heavy...
shackles!
Kendi's whole body seemed to be tightly bound by shackles.
Not only is the sword drawing speed slow, it has no power.
Moreover, the sense of trance in his expression was simply that he was out of his mind.
But this did not prevent Goethe from taking action.
But just when Goethe was about to [thunder], Kendiers, who had already rushed in front of Goethe, suddenly fell down.
A 'swordsman' tried his best with his sword, but not only did he fail to hit his opponent, but he fell to the ground.
"teacher?!"
Aite, Mi Lai exclaimed loudly.
Milai, who acted as the referee, and Aite, who was a prisoner, all rushed towards Kendiers.
Enos, on the other hand, had a gloomy face and retreated without leaving a trace.
"What despicable means did you use?!"
Aite, a disciple of Kendiers, roared at Goethe.
But Mi Lai thought of something.
The young man who had been following his teacher recently had red eyes and was about to help his teacher up.
But, it was rejected.
Kendiers just lay down in the mud and waved to his disciples.
There was dirt in his mouth and nose. He raised his head and looked at the long sword that fell in front of him.
Shortness of breath.
It's not because of the dirt in the mouth and nose.
It's because of his...'heart'.
His 'sword heart' was broken.
I don't know when, when he was baptized for the third time, the condensed 'sword heart' broke.
"when?"
Kendiers asked himself.
Was it when he cut off his own right arm?
Was it when he learned that the Lord had killed the Archon and Defense Officer of Snowfield City who trusted him, but he did nothing?
Or was it when he failed to stop the plague that was about to break out in ‘Snowfield City’?
Or maybe it was when you just participated in the duel even though you knew your opponent was injured?
When is it?
The guardian knight asked himself, his eyes looking at the sword close at hand in a daze.
This sword was given to him by his teacher when he was eighteen years old.
It's his birthday present.
He is also his most important partner.
Why is it strange?
The trance in front of him took Kendiers back to when he was eighteen years old——
'Do you know what sword etiquette is?'
'Know.'
'oh?'
'It's benevolence.'
'Well, what else?'
'righteous!'
‘What about ‘Jianwen’?’
'Those who hold swords should always use the 'sword' as a mirror to shine on themselves without slacking off at all.'
'What about 'Kenshin'?'
'I have no idea.'
'Then go out and take a look, take a look at the world and people, and maybe you will know.'
That was the conversation he had before saying goodbye to his teacher.
After that, he left the remote mountain village and walked on the land of the North with the sword his teacher gave him. He looked at the mountains, rivers, and wilderness in the North, and felt the strong winds and snowstorms in the North.
He traveled with the money he earned from hunting.
Everywhere there were people who warmly entertained him.
Everyone has little money and is even very poor.
But he was still willing to give him a piece of food.
Even at night, someone would be sent to watch him secretly, but he was still warm.
Then?
He arrived at a village in the north. The village chief refused his request to enter the village for a rest. However, he then asked his son to bring him water and food. The money he gave was rejected by the other party.
.
He still remembers the wary and contemptuous look on the other person's face.
Be wary of strangers like him.
I despise him for doing this, it's insulting.
At night, while he was resting, a fire burned in the village.
A group of Fabol cavalry disguised as bandits attacked there.
When he rushed over, there was no one alive.
Without hesitation or even reaction, he drew his sword and charged forward.
He killed all the bandits and was seriously injured. He buried the bodies of the people in the village. He treated the wounds with the medicine brought by the bandits. He sold the horses in exchange for shipping tickets and went to Fabol.
He killed the man behind the banditry.
He suffered more serious injuries, but he moved freely and was stronger.
because--
His 'heart' is beating!
His 'heart' told him that this was the right thing to do!
That's not revenge!
But——
'guard!'
With such a 'heart', he completed the third baptism and gathered his own 'sword heart'.
He chose to become the Guardian Knight of Svetra Land.
Because he thinks he can protect more people this way.
only……
Unknowingly, his 'protection' turned into protecting certain people.
His sword is dull.
He never discovered it.
Even, I think I am right.
He keeps making excuses and reasons for himself.
"When did I become the person I hate the most?"
Kendi Ers asked himself.
He turned around and lay there on his back, breathing heavily.
"I, lost."
The guardian knight said.
Aite looked at his teacher in disbelief.
Mi Lai wiped the tears from his eyes.
People around?
cheer!
The miners and northern cavalry cheered.
The soldiers led by Svetra and the prisoners looked at each other in confusion at this moment.
They subconsciously looked at their lord.
Then--
"Where's Miss Enos?"
"Where is your lord?"
There were screams of surprise from the captive crowd.
People looked around and finally saw this lady at the entrance to the mining camp.
She stood there, looking at the way blocked by Silla with an ugly face.
"Get out of the way!"
Enos growled.
"Oh."
Silla sneered.
Enos immediately raised her hand and hit Silla.
Very fast and quite skillful.
Especially on that ring, a thin needle dyed black protruded.
"If you don't get out of the way, then go to hell!"
Enos growled.
She became a plaything, but she also learned something different. A woman like Silla, she could easily kill with one hand... huh?
Just when Enos was about to listen to Silla's wail, her palm was grabbed by Silla.
Then--
Click!
"Ahhhhh!"
"My hand is broken!"
Enos held her wrists and wailed.
"I can do this little trick at the age of five."
The ring appeared between Silla's fingers.
Astonishingly, it was the one Enos had before.
When twisting Enos's wrist, Silla took off the ring.
Looking at Silla who was holding the ring with cold eyes, Enos couldn't care less about the screams. She backed away repeatedly and said loudly: "You can't kill me! Fabol's cavalry will be here soon!"
"Only I live!"
"Only you can live!"
"Hahaha!"
"I still win!"
"Do you think I just left just to invite these losers to watch the duel?"
"No!"
"I activated a teleportation array - a teleportation array connected to Fabol. Over there, five thousand Fabol cavalry are ready to attack. They will crush you all!"
Enos laughed wildly as she spoke.
Everyone around was stunned.
Especially the prisoners from Svetra's territory, they all looked at Enos in disbelief.
"Lord Enos, what are you talking about?"
"You're kidding, right?"
Aite, the disciple of Kendiles, the young man who was willing to act as a dead man to assassinate Goethe, looked at Enos in shock, and kept asking questions and seeking confirmation.
"Oh, trash!"
"How could I be joking?"
"For me to leave Bode, it was originally a multi-party transaction. Do you really think that I have been leading Svetla?"
"Or do you really think I would like a loser like you?"
"When you confessed your love to me outside the room, Sherforth was on my bed, you loser!"
Enos' words made Aite turn pale.
The young man stumbled and fell to the ground, but this scene stimulated Enos even more.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Boom!
Enos laughed loudly, but her voice was immediately covered up by the deafening sound of horse hooves, it was Fabol's cavalry.
Five thousand Fabol cavalry came across the inland sea.
They fluttered their flags.
They have bright armor.
They are murderous.
They blew the horns, they launched a charge, and they... fell into a worm's nest.
Groups of insects flew up in the darkness.
They got in through the gaps in the armor.
They drink the blood of Fabol's cavalry.
They penetrated into the body of Fabol's cavalry through the torn wounds.
pain!
itch!
pain!
"Ahhh!"
One after another charging Fabol cavalry fell from their horses.
But the real horror has just emerged——
"Don't cry, don't be afraid~ Hum hum~ Chong Er Fei~ Mushroom smile~ Let's dance with the dark night~"
The cloaked Gergil was walking among the blood, holding a mushroom in his hand that was laughing maniacally. He was humming his mother's favorite ditty in his mouth. Whenever he walked past Knight Fabol, those
Fabol's cavalry seemed to be infected with the plague, falling off their horses in droves.
Under the visors, their faces sometimes cry and sometimes laugh.
They were lying on the ground, rolling back and forth.
Eventually, they go crazy.
They hacked at each other.
They kill each other.
Corpses, one after another.
The blood eventually becomes a river.
Gejir walked up to Enos step by step. He took off his cloak and restored the original appearance of the third son of the Ke family. He looked down at the dull Enos with a slight smile on his lips. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
Bian said softly: "The North belongs to the Ke family, and it will always be the Ke family."
After saying that, Gejir put away the mushrooms.
More bugs crawled from the ground onto Enos' body.
They sucked and bit Enos.
"Ahhhhh!"
The shouts sounded even more sternly.
However, no one will sympathize with her.
traitor!
The most hated.
Similarly, Gejir was also frightened.
Even the northern cavalry looked at Gergil with surprise and uncertainty.
Including Art and Silin.
Silla even hid far away when Gegil came over.
Gergil felt this change.
But it doesn't matter.
He is the third son of Archduke Scrooge Grams, the Guardian of the North: Gergil Grams.
He inherits the bloodline of the Ke family and protects the northern border.
He keeps the family rules in mind and protects his family.
even though……
Not understood.
Gezier Ke silently thought in his heart that he would look for Goethe in the crowd. He wanted to take another look at his brother, even if he was disgusted. But when he turned his head, he realized that Goethe had already
She stood beside him, using her body to block the sight of people in the distance.
Goethe raised his hand and supported Gergil.
In a voice that only two people can hear, he whispered——
