Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 566 Stone Statue
Stone statue's... legs?

There was no living person left in the room, and the backbone of the "Noroy Cult" in history should have been wiped out by Cyril.But the body of the stone statue that suddenly squeezed in through the door, and even kept coming in into the room, told Cyril that this matter is not over yet——

In other words, it has just begun!
He took a deep breath.Stone statue monsters are not uncommon in [Road to Glory]. Gargoyles, earth element stone giants, alchemy golems, and even costumed monsters are all presented in the form of "stone statues".

And the owner of this stone statue leg is obviously placed in the hall by the Noroy Cult. The five-meter-tall white jade statue stands in a fighting posture instead of prostrating for people to worship!
But he obviously didn't notice any magical breath on it before, it was just an ordinary stone statue!

Or, this stone statue is an alchemy puppet, and the workmanship is so excellent that Cyril can't detect it, but such alchemy craftsmanship obviously does not exist in this era. It is the era of civilization of Lurea where the battle doll Natasha exists. It's still possible.

but either...

"Adonis' return ceremony... huh?"

He held the sword and groaned. He heard the mourning from the door frame of the meeting room and the corridor on the second floor outside the door. The wood was squeezed brutally, and finally broke with a "click", and the body of the stone statue squeezed in again. A piece of it cracked the ceiling of the conference room!

Cyril no longer made any reservations. When it was clear that the other party was extremely likely to be a carrier of the so-called "evil god", trying to hide his identity was tantamount to seeking his own death.

The soul burns silent.

Eye of Setanrio.

It seemed as if he could see a dark blue soul fire ignited in his brain, and the magic power feedback in every part of his body became active.Emotions gradually became aroused under the regulation of soul burning, and Cyril felt that his body became extremely hot.

It was far more intense than any battle experienced before.

This scorching heat made him want to swing his sword immediately, and Cyril couldn't help but wonder. He knew that he would not be impulsive easily, and the death of his soul would not cause him unreasonable anger.

So this is...

The body's instinctive reaction?
While he was still in doubt, large chunks of wall ash and debris fell from the ceiling above his head, and the body of the stone statue had already squeezed towards him with all his strength, and in the next second, there was a "boom" sound above his head Muffled.The sound changed from dull to rapid, and when he looked up, he saw a hole in the wall directly above, and the arm of the stone statue was grabbing at him!
"Wind Knight!"

The cyan wind whizzed and condensed above his head, only one wind knight emerged, but his skill was extremely fast, the halberd spun into a spiral, whipping the thick stone wall like a gust of wind, shaking it open go.

And Cyril took two steps back, spread out the "Book of Heroic Spirits" in his hands, quickly swept his fingers across the pages, and the figures of two knights appeared behind him——

"Spirit Knight Mrak, willing to serve the Legion Commander!"

"Lion Chariot, Hedlon, I salute you!"

A tall white horse covered in silver battle armor pulled a silver-white chariot out of the air.The bell on the chariot shook, and the stench in the room disappeared for a while.

On the chariot, Hedlon raised his head the moment his figure became solid, and a suspicious voice came out from under the mask: "This aura... Lord Legion, is this your opponent this time?"

"I feel a powerful... filthy force."

"I'll explain later if you know anything, and dismantle it for me first!" Cyril commanded calmly, "Mlak is in charge of the left leg, and Hedlon is in charge of the right leg. Focus on the attack power. This kind of stone statue The body will not be too hard..."

But before he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound above his head, and then the figure of Wind Knight Han Tian, ​​who was floating in midair, fell down like a fired shell and hit the long table in the conference room. Smash it in half in an instant.

And the fist of the stone statue, the culprit who knocked the wind knight away, is slowly withdrawing—this does not mean the end of the attack, but a sign of the next attack!

"Isn't it enough to rely on just one wind knight?" Cyril raised his hand, and was about to call out No.2 and No.3 wind knights, but the wind knight who was knocked to the ground just now had already got up, and his blue body was shaking violently. trembling, but showing no sign of collapse——

It was a tremor of anger.

it is angry?
But he is just a carrier of elements, even if he has his own emotional guidance in the underground auction house, he is just more "autonomous" than other wind knights.

But at this moment, those rioting wind elements told Cyril very clearly:
It's angry.

Then, in the now extremely crowded conference room, a trembling roar from the wind knight sounded:
"cold day……"

In the voice, the limbs of the giant beast ridden by the wind knight bent, and it was ejected at a speed twice that of the falling speed, rushing straight to the stone statue's arm above!
The violent wind wrapped around the halberd and hit the stone fist that had accumulated strength and was falling down. At the moment of collision, it exploded into balls of dazzling blue light, illuminating the dark room brightly.The sound of fingernails scraping against the blackboard sounded in the meeting room, and then the body of the wind knight fell down again, sinking deeply into the ground.

But before Cyril gave it an order, it jumped up again.The giant beast under its crotch has completely collapsed, it simply gave up its mount, jumped into the air on foot, and launched a maddening attack on the stone statue.

Cyril gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Leave it alone, attack the area you are in charge of, and I will dismantle its other arm!"

He rushed forward quickly, stepped on the side wall, kicked up, grabbed the ceiling broken by the stone statue, that is, the floor of the second floor, and landed firmly in the room above the already dilapidated conference room.

The upper body of the stone statue is arching like a swimmer, and its right half is sinking and rising continuously, it is fighting fiercely with the wind knight.And under such circumstances, its left half of the body is totally defenseless!
Without any hesitation, Cyril stood up the long sword that had been accumulated for a long time. It was different from the previous method of controlling the output of magic power and turning the windward blade into a common offensive method. At this moment, the bright blue light on the sword could almost penetrate Break the wall and illuminate the entire chamber of commerce building.

He stepped obliquely and quickly approached the left arm of the stone statue, then jumped up again, and the long sword in his hand slashed heavily on the defenseless left arm!
"Crack-"

The long sword slashed into the left arm of the stone statue with such ease that Cyril himself felt puzzled.But his sword failed to completely cut down, and the body of the stone statue began to tremble violently.

He gripped the long sword tightly to keep himself from being thrown off. When he raised his head, he saw that the matter's head was slowly turning towards him. The eyes were shining with scarlet light, but it felt like the fire of the soul.

And at the moment when he saw the scarlet light, Cyril suddenly felt a "boom" in his head, like the humming in the ears of the gunner in the cabin after the main armor of the armored ship suffered a salvo from the front.Something savagely tore at the barriers of his consciousness, trying to break into his brain——

It was endless babbling, it was screaming souls one by one, he saw on a gray land, a knight wrapped in faint blue soul flames, wearing a golden crown, holding a sword and shield, and a bony breastplate flickering on his body With a mild white light.

It stared directly at the ash in front of it, the air began to distort, dust and smoke rose from the ash, and it suddenly raised the long sword in its hand——

Then it disappeared in Cyril's sight.

A piece of gray mist rushed past at a speed beyond the tolerance of human eyes, swallowing it in the blink of an eye.

When the gray mist wave dissipated, it stiffly supported the long sword and knelt on the spot, the faint blue soul fire on its body had completely dissipated.

It was silent, silent, until the head wearing the golden crown suddenly trembled.

Afterwards, scarlet flames engulfed its entire body.

"This is...the so-called Adonis?"

Cyril wanted to watch it again, but suddenly there was a dull and long-lasting moan in this gray scene:
"Holy... skeleton..."

"town!"

The sound that suddenly exploded in his head pulled his consciousness back in an instant, completely breaking the connection with the scarlet gaze.

He was gasping for breath, sweat dripping from every pore on his face.But the burning silence of his soul kept him in a state of absolute calm.

The long sword in his hand was still inserted into the arm of the stone statue, and it had almost been completely cut off.Immediately, Cyril exerted his strength, but the stone that should have been extremely hard under the magic power was easily split in two by him, and the entire left arm was removed by his sword!
The arm fell into the conference room below, and the sudden center of gravity deflected, making the body of the stone statue crooked.It obviously doesn't have the ability to make a sound, otherwise it will definitely let out a miserable howl at this moment.

But Cyril has no intention of stopping. In his mind, the consciousness from his body is frantically urging him:
"Crush it!"

"Kill it!"

"Swallow it!"

He swung the sword in his hand like a miner digging, and chopped it on the body of the stone statue one by one.He could no longer control his movements, and all the superb fighting skills from previous games disappeared, but with every such rough stroke, the long sword sank into the hilt, and then pulled out completely——

The pair of scarlet eyes turned around a few times, as if they wanted to suppress Cyril's babbling again, but every time the eyes met Cyril's eyes, the ancient and long-standing voice would appear in time, whispering contemptuously. shouted:

"town!"

The gray picture had just emerged, and it was cleared from Cyril's mind with a mocking laugh.What responded to it was even crazier and more continuous slashes!

The stone statue can only be destroyed by Cyril in this way, and its right arm is still fighting with the wind knight. Even because of the lack of the left arm, its strength has dropped by a notch, and it has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.The two spirit knights below were not that effective in attacking the stone statue, but they also left deep gashes on its stone legs.

"Crush it!"

"Kill it!"

"Swallow it!"

The body frantically exerted this consciousness on Cyril, he was sober and fanatical, like a dancer in lucid sleepwalking, his body was completely driven by instinct.

He didn't even notice that his long sword, his shield, his breastplate, and the golden helmet that had just been worn on his head became brighter and brighter under such an attack. As if turning into the source of their motivation——

The upper body of half of the stone statue was hollowed out by his digging, the head with scarlet eyes was spinning feebly, the soul flame twisted, it was afraid, it howled, but it couldn't stop the complete rage below it half-elf - because it can't even convey a little raving to the other party!
When the sword went from bottom to top, cutting off the last link between the head and the body, the head flew high.The group of red light seemed to have made a decision, and it was about to fly out of his head in an instant.

But the knight below had sharp eyesight and quick hands. Almost the moment it left, the long sword in his hand came out, pierced it straight through, and nailed it to the wall on one side!

"No, no, no, ahhhhhh!"

This time, Cyril finally heard the miserable howl from this raving, the red light twisted under the long sword, trying to escape, but the light group got closer and closer to the hilt.

It became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a scarlet gem the size of a thumb, embedded in the center of the longsword gauntlet.

And with the disappearance of this ball of light, the body of the stone statue also completely stopped moving.It froze in place, and the wind knight just below swung the halberd vigorously, smashing through the arm and half of the body that had lost its strength, and smashed to the ground.

Cyril stood where he was, the state of the burning soul and the eyes of Setanrio slowly subsided, leaving his mind blank for a while.Holding his forehead, he paused for a while, until his consciousness gradually cleared up, and then slowly moved his body.

He took a few deep breaths, feeling the mental fatigue and the numbness of the body, but there was an extra hearty feeling in the fatigue, and every muscle was moaning comfortably.

He glanced around, and the position he was in was no longer above the conference room.The stone statue was also struggling frantically in the frustrated situation. It is unknown how many rooms were pierced. It is estimated that half of the second floor of this building was pierced by them.

And all of this, before Cyril was unconscious - he was completely immersed in that crazy attack, and now this state makes him feel a little scared.

He stepped forward, pulled out the sword nailed to the wall, and couldn't help being stunned.

The sword was still the same sword, but he could barely recognize it at the moment—the blade was as bright as snow, and a dark green light slowly flowed on it.The weight of the long sword has dropped a bit, and the scarlet gem in the middle of the gauntlet seems to be dancing with flames, but as long as the magic power flows, you can feel the power in it.

And it wasn't just his sword that changed.

(End of this chapter)