Chapter 241 'The Ballad of Spring Breeze with Light White Petals and Swallows'
"Sir General, currently only the team heading to the village on the east side has not returned yet."
Considering the urgency of the situation, the teams that are separated from the Knights of the Rose generally carry out tasks for less than half a day before returning to the stronghold to report.
The team that set off in the morning and was supposed to come back in the afternoon did not arrive in time.
"How long has it been since the appointed time?" Darcy glanced at the still dazzling sun in the sky.
"It's currently 3pm and they're half an hour late."
Half an hour was enough for these rose knights to run 50 kilometers. After listening, other members present also realized something was wrong.
Darcy closed her eyes and meditated, then suddenly opened her eyes.
"Calling everyone! We will go to the village on the east side immediately."
"Yes, General!" The knights present stood at attention and saluted.
Then arrows of letters rose up one after another, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air tore through the blue sky, breaking the originally peaceful afternoon.
One by one, the rose knights walked out of the resting tent, quickly gathered together, and got on their horses.
Soon, a team that looked like flowing flames galloped across the green field.
In midsummer, the wind in front of them was a little bit drunk, carrying waves of heat waves. They crossed the land like lightning, leaving faint burnt marks where the horses' hooves stepped. Some grasshoppers and insects that could not dodge were directly hit by the horses' hooves.
Crush it and turn it into dry powder, and some grass blades will turn brown after this team gallops.
In just tens of minutes, the Burning Rose Knights crossed nearly a hundred miles and gradually arrived at the destination marked on the map.
‘Going further, over the hill with the woods, we will reach our destination.’ As we moved forward, a knight who was familiar with the terrain reported in the wind.
However, as they gradually came to the hill, an ordinary figure slowly climbed to the top of the hill and blocked the middle of the road.
Because there are trees growing on the hills, if you don't take the road, you have to take a detour, which is impossible for the speeding team.
"Get out of the way!"
The leading knight raised his spear and stabbed, preparing to deal with the civilians who had no idea how to dodge and did not blink.
But before he could rush forward, the horse beneath him fell to the road and slid with him for a long time before it came to a stop.
After this accident, the originally speeding team was interrupted and slowed down. Seeing that several more people were about to come forward, Darcy raised his arms to stop the knights behind him.
The eyes under the helmet were fixed on the figure on the hill, and it took a long time before he uttered a name that he remembered deeply.
"Bumantha."
The genius of Emenas once did not like fighting, but he still easily defeated himself in the competition. He was a powerful junior that he once found difficult to defeat.
Being able to study in Emenas is in itself an affirmation of one's talent, and reaching the top of this academy, which gathers the best young people in the world, is even more challenging and difficult.
There are countless geniuses that are unimaginable to ordinary people. They are progressing in unexpected ways. They keep a close eye on the seniors in the front row, making people in fierce competition all the time.
That kind of life has always been what Darcy missed. He never stopped training in the academy just to fight with these geniuses, and then continue to gain experience and lessons to make himself stronger.
Everything is so hard, but everything is so rewarding. It is so joyful to see the seniors and peers surpass themselves.
Originally, his college career could be called perfect, until that last year. First, due to accidents in the college and other factors, he lost the glory of winning the Army Breaking Championship, and then he participated in the Winter Festival Gala for the last time. In the competition, he lost to the girl from the Walled City Academy who was a gardener.
That is Bumansha who is standing in front of her now.
If it were the first time they met, many people would regard her as a harmless and friendly ordinary girl.
But in Darcy's eyes, this was not the case. He had recalled and replayed the fight between him and Bu Mansha countless times that night.
There seems to be a feeling that if one's gun is just a little faster, one can catch up with the opponent. It seems that if one is more careful, one can avoid the attack of the wooden sword and hit that graceful body with a kick.
But in fact it's not true. If you think it's just a little bit close, that's just because the other party clearly knows that it only needs to be that fast to avoid it easily without using more strength or skills.
In the academy, Darcy was convinced of the failure.
However, I am no longer in Emenas, and I am no longer the same person.
How much growth can you achieve by staying in the countryside to escape seclusion?
Under the gaze of all the knights, Darcy rode forward step by step alone. He knew that since Bu Mansha was here, Lily must be in the village behind the hill.
Lily has been taken care of by Bu Mansha since she was in school. In her eyes, she exists like a younger sister. Now it is obvious to protect her.
"Call Lily out, Bumantha."
The horse's hooves gradually came to a stop. Darcy looked at his old friend dressed as a farmer in front of him and spoke for the first time to persuade him to surrender, which also surprised countless knights of the rose.
In their hearts, although this general was born as a commoner, he was the kind of peerless figure who could break all stereotypes. Even among the top leaders of the empire, it was rare to see him being so polite to anyone.
Now he is actually here, talking to a peasant girl from the village on an equal footing? It even seems that the other party is someone he knows.
"I'm sorry, I won't agree to such a request."
Bu Mansha stood there, shook her head, closed her eyes slightly, and then looked at the tall and steel general not far in front of her.
"And, I also hope that you will stop here and not go any further," her voice was clear and steady, as if she was just talking about something as simple as a snack tonight.
The negotiations were fruitless, which was not surprising to Darcy. Since the other party was standing here, he must have made up his mind.
"Why are you involved in this matter? Although Lily was once your friend and companion, she didn't seem to think of you as my sister when she was enjoying the glory and dignity of the queen in the imperial capital."
"That is her life and choice. What does it have to do with me? Not everyone has to live that kind of life or want that kind of life." Bumansha shook her head again.
"I like who I am now and I have never regretted the choices I have made."
"But you obviously have such outstanding talent and strength, but you just buried it."
"Well, maybe it is so in your eyes, but not everyone is like you. I am not obsessed with the so-called power. Maybe it is the best embellishment in life, but it should not be everything."
"It seems I can't convince you anymore." Darcy drove his horse back slowly, then suddenly accelerated and rushed directly towards the standing figure at an extremely fast speed.
The spear suddenly thrust out like a flash of lightning, leaving traces of tens of meters in the air. However, such a sudden and powerful attack finally stopped quietly in front of Bu Mansha.
A simple wooden sword was placed in front of the gun blade. The tip of the sword was aligned with the tip of the gun blade, like a straight line. The overflowing air waves and blade light streaked across the sword body, leaving subtle scratches and wiping the cloth.
The hair on Mansha's forehead also lifted up, floated in the air, and slowly fell down.
Darcy snorted coldly, then sheathed her gun and slashed, and a sad arc of the moon suddenly swung down.
However, the wooden sword was like an antelope hanging its horns. It was light and precise as it cut towards the middle of the arc of the moon. It was not cutting in the middle, but following the direction of the arc blade. It was as small as a millimeter, and it took no more than half a second.
The arc of the moon divides it into two halves.
The scattered air waves and arc blades flew past Bumansha on both sides, fell into the woods beside the road behind, and cut off several thick trees before slowly dissipating.
After fighting like this twice, Darcy finally jumped up, jumped off the horse, held the spear in his hand, and fought with Bu Mansha with all his strength.
The gun blade shook out silver flowers in the air for a moment, smashed the space, and went straight to the peasant girl where she was, and was then easily resolved and resisted by Bu Mansha.
The ordinary, fragile and common wooden sword turned rotten into magic in Bumansha's hands, constantly fighting with the spear in the air, blocking the shadows of the spears, and neutralizing the incoming huge force and air waves.
In the brief but fierce confrontation between the two, the flowers and plants on the ground were twisted to pieces, and in the woods not far away, rows of trees also fell here and there.
Finally, another confrontation ended, the two separated temporarily, and Darcy slowly stood up from her half-kneeling position sliding on the ground.
Looking at Bumansha who was still standing there without moving, Darcy frowned deeply, and then took a deep breath.
Unexpectedly, after all these years, he still could not gain the upper hand in Bu Mansha's hands.
However, it is no longer the campus competition of the past.
Darcy raised his arm, then waved it down heavily, and then there was a roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami and the sound of horse hooves behind him.
"Rose Moon, charge!"
Under the bright red printed cloak, the fiercely surging magic power is connected with each other, making the already powerful Rose Knights become even more powerful.
In this short charge, they were no longer ordinary Sequence 5 extraordinary beings, but had powerful combat power comparable to Sequence 6 extraordinary beings, and there were more than four hundred of them.
The flags of roses rise like a tidal wave.
Feeling the trembling under her feet and the gradually filling red in her eyes, Bumansha stood on the hill and sighed. She put down the basket in her left hand, and the wooden sword in her right hand also fell to the ground and was stuck in the grass.
At this time, she opened her hands by her sides, and a cool breeze began to blow.
Countless flower buds began to grow among the branches and leaves of the originally green forest, and then the flower buds opened and bloomed, revealing small pink and white flowers.
These flowers seemed to spread to all the woods on the entire hillside in just the blink of an eye. The exposed pink and white petals almost replaced all the original green in the field of vision with the color of the petals.
In this world of suddenly blooming flowers, small pale white sword blades emerge from the buds like stamens, then grow rapidly, and hang down from the branches like wind chimes.
"The Ballad of Spring Breeze·White Petals and Swallows"
Everything happened so fast. When the knights charged in front of Bumansha, she gently waved her raised right hand down. The pale white sword blades fell from the trees like swallows, and then glided lightly.
Take off and shuttle through this red wave of knights.
When the seemingly soft white sword blade touched the hard and sharp spear, it was easily crushed, just like cutting through spring lake water.
Then not only the weapon, but also the armor covering his body was cut into pieces by the sword as white as a swallow.
By the time these knights charged to the hill, they were already bare-handed, with only their armor and shirts left on their bodies. Then, in a daze and confusion, the grass on the ground grew rapidly, entangled and locked with each other, and tripped the horses.
Instead, countless people and horses fell to the ground neighing, their consciousness was shaken and blurred, leaving only the still blue sky in their field of vision.
"Damn it!"
Looking at this scene, Darcy roared angrily. He was the only one who resisted the flying sword. Looking at the girl who was still on the top of the hill with countless swallow swords surrounding her, the general launched again.
A lonely charge.
He walked around the messy center, mounted his horse over the rocks on the side of the road, and then jumped up high, pointing the spear in his hand directly at the sky. At this time, a terrifying red lightning struck from the sky, merging with the spear in his hand.
as one body.
[Sorrow·Trager] (Holy Creation): At the end of the ‘Sun of Divine Wings’, the holy creation created using the fragments of the Crown of God has some powers.
Attribute: Bloodline-Red Lightning
field:
[Red Lightning Bloodline] (The blood contains the terrifying power of red lightning, which greatly increases the various qualities of the body, especially speed and reaction ability)
[Curse Wound] (The wound caused by using this weapon cannot be healed, and it also has an extremely terrifying armor-breaking and demon-breaking effect)
In order to hunt down the fleeing queen, the new emperor awarded one of the three sacred objects obtained in the Blood Moon Palace. Although it had great side effects, it was still undeniable that among the three sacred objects, this was the one with the most murderous aura.
The heavy one is also the most dangerous one.
The spear wrapped with red lightning suddenly stabbed down from high in the sky. Any pale white sword blade it touched was crushed and withered by the red lightning, falling like rain.
The sky darkened here. It was obviously the world of midsummer, but a hint of coldness began to appear in the wind, and the red spear instantly passed through hundreds of meters in the air in the overflowing electric light, directly piercing the figure on the ground.
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The sound of "呲" piercing flesh and blood came from the hills.