Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 305
Our existence was born for the end of the era——

When the Commander of the Spirit Knights named Etienne de Chanois uttered these words, he did not carry the rest of the tone, but it fell into the ears of everyone, whether they knew what the end of the era was or not, At this moment, I felt a kind of sad heaviness.

But these inexplicably tragic words did not affect Aidean's own emotions in the slightest.The commander of the Spirit Knights, whose head was still hanging slightly, straightened his upper body suddenly, and the great sword fell into his palm with a loud bang.

Afterwards, he turned around, raised his crown with flying wings, and looked at the steeple rushing into the sky from behind the towering city wall of the inner city not far away.

Following his movement, all the spirit knights raised their swords almost at the same time, and pointed their swords at the lingering mist——

In that mist, there seemed to be something surging.Large chunks of mist spit out continuously from the inside out, like abscesses that suddenly bulged up on the intact skin, and then, those abscesses suddenly burst together, making Cyril almost unable to see clearly The shaped thing flitted through the air, threw it out heavily, and slammed into the tower of the white spire.

The whole city seemed to tremble, and the steeple shook violently, but its middle part had already been shattered by the blow.The huge upper half of the body slid downwards and crashed down on the wall of the inner city.The uppermost section of the steeple broke again because of this smash, rolled and smashed into the city, crushed a large area of ​​houses, and kicked up countless gravel and dust.

And the instigator of all this, the thick and long figure rolled in the mist, as if showing off the power of the blow just now, then rolled, disappeared into the mist.

What happened suddenly made Cyril and the people who were still discussing in low voices shut their mouths in unison—they couldn't even imagine what it would be like if the slap fell on them, just this slap Strong winds are enough to crush them.

Cyril couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and he had already had goosebumps all over his body—damn it, is this also part of this magic plain?The power of that blow is probably one of the best in the "natural disaster" level above the extraordinary!
Then this ghostly magic plain, isn't level 120 eligible for exploration?

In the previous life, Baron Jean, what method did he use to calm down this monster-level magic plain!
He cursed secretly in his heart, if he knew that the resonance of the tree of life would cause so many changes after activating the magic plain, he would not have resonated with the tree of life if he was killed last night.

But it is impossible to change what happened, unless he travels to last night at this moment.Cyril calmed down, but after the fog in the distance finally calmed down, Etienne slowly turned around and said in a low voice:

"Successors of the Moon Crow, your time is running out. Remember our name, Spirit Extinguishing Legion."

"Spirit-extinguishing Legion?" Cyril repeated, searching quickly in his mind, but found nothing.And Etienne ignored him, but turned to the opposite side of Cyril - Leonardo was standing there.

"The barracks of the ring knights in Setanrio is in the inner city. I think you can find what you need there."

Setanrio?

Another extremely vague word, Cyril only knows that this is a human kingdom in the fourth era of civilization, which is comparable in strength to Nolongad.

After saying these words, Etienne jumped on the horse and raised the big sword in his hand high.Those nimble spirit knights began to gallop towards the direction of the city, and all of them disappeared from people's sight in the blink of an eye.

Ai Di'an was on the horse, and as soon as he lifted the rein, the strong black horse immediately jumped up and stepped onto the roof.He turned his head again on the roof, the invisible helmet faced Cyril's direction, and nodded deeply:
"Successor, you must find us."

In his voice, the black horse neighed for a while, and then his figure seemed to be blown into ashes by the wind, disappearing instantly.

This section of the street was quiet again, and the mercenaries didn't seem to dare to make a sound until they were sure that the group of spirit knights had really left, and then they heard someone say "Danya is here..."

Then, almost all the shield soldiers among the mercenaries collapsed on the ground, and no matter how much Azike ordered them, they couldn't stand up anymore—their muscles had already reached the load in the previous battle, and they needed to rest at this time.

"Atzke, let them fix it here."

"My lord, what should we do next." Atzke conveyed the order in a hurry, glanced at Baron Jean from the corner of his eye, and then asked Cyril.

"Next..." Cyril pondered.

He also planned to force these mercenaries to stand up immediately and continue to advance. In fact, he felt that these mercenaries should return to the outside of the city to stand by.

For those with high EQ, it is to reduce casualties, while for those with low EQ, it is because they dislike them.

The existence of the Fourth Era of Civilization, even if the strength is forcibly suppressed to the level of [-] to [-], is far beyond the capacity of this group of mercenaries.

Aidean did not disclose much information to be honest, but these few words were enough for Cyril to get a series of "guesses", for example - time is running out, referring to the fact that this magical plain is time-limited, and the people in the mist Monsters are the embodiment of the time limit.

Setanrio's barracks in the inner city, where he might be able to get the clues he needs, and the last point is "find them", which should be the key to breaking the game.

"Spirit-extinguishing Legion..."

Extinguish, the extinguishing extinguishing, the spirit, the spirit of the spirit body?
This legion was born because of the end of the era, is it really to prevent the end of the era?
As he was thinking, his eyes swept over the natural creatures and mercenaries around him—the natural creatures were in much better condition, and even Memphis on Silver Deer was not as weak as before. He straightened up and was sipping Eating the fruit, he regained his strength.

And most of the limp mercenaries sat up at this time.Compared with before entering the city, most of their faces did not show fear, and even Cyril saw a few shield warriors with thumbs up and fingertips pointing at him——

He is so familiar with this action, it's nothing more than bragging, just like when a player manipulates his character to hit three and kill one and then brag to his teammates, "Look at my wave is awesome".

Obviously, the composition of the team has not changed much, and even a few mercenaries were injured and dislocated by the giant sword, but just from the appearance, this temporarily integrated army seems to be a A brand new elite general.

Cyril suddenly felt that it should be up to them to decide whether to let these mercenaries continue to open up the Holy White King's Court, or to go out of the city and wait.

(End of this chapter)