Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 191 Gray God Second Form

The half-elf boy tore off the travel clothes whose invisibility skills had expired, rolled forward, got out of the door, and quickly covered his figure with the door.

He didn't even dare to take a breath at this time, and his travel clothes were stuffed into the space bracelet, and replaced by the small crossbow——

【Girl's Missing】.

He turned slightly sideways, only half of his face and body protruded from behind the door, and he raised his hand holding the crossbow steadily.The crossbow has been reloaded, and if time permits, he would like to poison the crossbow, coupled with the poison effect of the short crossbow itself, the toxicity attached can be imagined.

But there isn't much free time left.Cyril aimed skillfully, and Baron Abela was walking forward slowly.Every step he took, in the eyes of these baby stealers, seemed to be the wrath of the gods, making those baby stealers kowtow.

But in the eyes of Cyril, this is a perfect back——

Without any hesitation, he firmly squeezed the trigger with his index finger, and the light crossbow arrow was thrown towards the Baron's back like a flying swallow passing by the water.

He was too familiar with it, and the comfortable feeling of sneak attacking his back made him completely forget that he was a knight at the moment.But the next moment he realized something was wrong—the pace of Baron Abela suddenly slowed down, and then the long staff that had been raised in his hand was slightly raised and fell down.

"Did he notice it?" Cyril was startled, the crossbow arrow had already flown behind the baron, and the end of the long staff also hit the ground.He frowned, and the moment the long staff touched the ground, he keenly sensed that the power that had expelled him from the Shadow Realm had resurfaced again, centered on the baron, blooming around him.

In an instant, the wooden boxes around were shattered, and a gray mist visible to the naked eye sprayed out from the baron, and the few Bendis who were closest to the baron were even directly blown away by the gray mist

"Grey repulsion!"

Cyril didn't dare to stay any longer, he closed the door forcefully, and then dived backwards.There was only a sound of "bang bang" knocking on the door he had just closed and the cellar wall, and even the ground under his feet seemed to start to tremble——

Damn it, no one ever said that Gray God's ability can be used by two people!
He cursed secretly in his heart, what the baron used just now was the skill of the priest of the Gray God Sect who will be crusaded by the players in the future.The gray god priest has three forms, the first is the form of master control and interference like Nirola uses the void barrier, and the second is the violent output form in a frenzy.

Gray repulsion, the ability that the baron just used, is the symbolic skill of the gray god priest entering the violent output form. The moment it explodes, it can directly blow away the surrounding enemies, and the one who greets those who are thrown away is the gray god priest A round of magic bursts launched!

Cyril didn't even think about it, turned around and left.With his strength, there is still a chance to face a serious professional priest, but if this priest directly "invites the gods to his body", then I'm sorry, let's say goodbye!
He didn't know whether his crossbow had actually hit or not. [Girl's Thought] is an epic-level equipment, although its "must-hit" special effect is too much, but if the opponent's defense judgment is higher than the epic level, even if If it is a must, it will fail.

Faintly, Cyril could hear an angry roar—hope it was a crossbow arrow hit!Thinking so in his heart, he rushed out of the cellar, and the bodies of guards were still lying on both sides of the tunnel. Obviously, the baron hadn't had time to send someone to clean it up.

As he ran, he threw his cumbersome cloak, mask and fake skin on his face, nose.When he stepped out of the tunnel and walked into the small tower, he had already turned back into the elegant half-elf knight who visited the manor during the day yesterday——

Cyril wrapped his body in a black cloak, and casually teased out his messy hairstyle to make it look better.He didn't know if Nerola Sinai was on the second floor of the small tower, but even if he was, he didn't dare to challenge Nerola who could open the void barrier.

The most urgent task is to find Evans.He desperately hoped to meet a little maid, and he just said to her politely: "Ah, I am the knight who came to see the Baron yesterday, I don't know that the Baron is now..." With such euphemistic words, coupled with his With this outstanding face that can add 30 favorability points for nothing, it is obviously not a problem to get out of the crisis here.

But before he had time to leave the small tower, he heard a gentle and intellectual voice coming from above his head:
"Are you the one who came to the manor yesterday?"

This voice is so comfortable that just by listening to it, one would think of an intellectual black-haired beauty who came to you while sitting in the library and begged softly to sit opposite you.

But Cyril's back was covered with goosebumps in an instant. He cursed secretly that he didn't want to see something, but he came here. At the same time, he took two steps back slowly, raised his head, and saw that his upper body was pressed against the armrest, and his long black hair was hanging down. Nerola's face looking down from above.

"Ah, yes, beautiful Miss Sinai."

He tried his best to move his eyes away from the opponent's face and the squeezed fruitful chest, quietly opened the halo of the Silver Blade Knight's Heart, stabilized his spirit, and then smiled and said:
"I heard a lot of interesting things from Mr. Baron yesterday, and I benefited a lot. I thought about asking for advice again today. I entered the manor, and a servant said that the Baron was coming in this direction, but I couldn't find him..."

He tried his best to make his words seem convincing. If this Miss Nerola really only had a slightly stronger intelligence than a baby, then such words were obviously enough to deceive her.

But there was only a peaceful smile on the pretty little face above his head, and he waited quietly for him to finish speaking before he spoke:

"Then... I think, you should know him too, right?"

She spoke softly, then raised one hand, grabbed a bunch of black things in her hand, and put it on the railing.

And Cyril just glanced at it, his whole body trembled, he stared dumbfounded at the thing she put on the railing, even his breathing stopped——

What she put on the railing was Evans' head.

"What do you want?" He tried his best to hold his breath, and asked calmly, and then he saw the face that was as beautiful as an envoy of God, but at the moment it was like a devil, showing a sad expression:

"I think we still need a cosplayer... Can you please come and play a role? It won't take a lot of your time, I swear!"

Cyril stared at Evans' face. There was no blood or any scars, but his eyes were closed, like a sleeping statue.

Then he took a deep breath, nodded and said:

"it is good."

He pulled out the hand that was in his bosom, and when he let go of his clenched fist, bone powder was scattered on the ground.

(End of this chapter)