Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 630
The silver crossbow bolts shone with light, and were still humming and trembling on the ground.

“[Longbow]: The continuous crossbow produced in the old ruins, named Longbow, has excellent armor-piercing performance; the extremely complex inscription circuit on it provides it with amazing power.

Engraved Witchcraft: Heart Rifling. "

Cyril stretched out one hand straight forward, supporting the slender, pitch-black body of the crossbow, while the other hand was behind the trigger, and with a light press, a deadly crossbow bolt could be shot.

This weapon was purchased from the alchemy workshop in Mivola, the capital of the Volgo Province, and cost Cyril thirty Gentry at that time.This is the first time he has used this alchemy weapon to make up for the lack of offensive means under the identity of "Marinette Iger".

The long crossbow was heavier than he had expected, and the bolts formed entirely from the inscriptions engraved inside had an extremely fast production speed. Almost within [-] seconds after one shot, the second crossbow was ready. can launch.

In terms of continuous firepower, this rate of fire has already earned back the price of thirty Gentry.

But the truly precious point is that its lethality far exceeds Cyril's expectations!

The crossbow arrow only shot through the floor, but as the magic power flowed, Cyril could tell that the magic barrier that was originally placed in the room was on the verge of breaking and crumbling after this arrow!

Demon breaking effect!

This means that even if this weapon faces a professional-level opponent, it can tear through the opponent's magic shield and has the possibility of killing it!
Cyril had no time to marvel at the power of this weapon. Although he was still sneaking, Marcus Scotto—no, Ivan Saxon had already followed the arrow tail and found it where he is.

The face of the middle-aged priest has begun to change rapidly at this moment. Obviously, Ivan Saxon is about to remove the obstructive priest appearance, return to himself, and exert his true power.

But Cyril didn't intend to let him live so smoothly.He raised his hand and pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrows shot away with a sharp sound of piercing through the air.

Alvin Saxon was concentrating on where Cyril was, when suddenly a bright silver light appeared in his sight, and in an instant, the crossbow arrow had already killed him——

"So fast!"

He no longer cared about his identity, and when he swung his arm forward, it suddenly grew longer, and his palm turned into a pitch-black sharp claw.

However, the arrow did not stop so obediently, the distance above it even dragged his hand inward for a few centimeters before stopping - but it was this short few centimeters that made the arrow tip of the crossbow just stop Before the bridge of his nose, any more would pierce his face!
Alvin Saxon's heart was filled with horror and anger.At this moment, he felt like an ordinary wild wolf on the prairie, facing a human being who should have been bitten and killed by him, but was forced so unbearably by the opponent's new weapon.

Yes, he couldn't feel any magic from where the arrow was fired--that is a despicable hunter who has no power to restrain a chicken, but only borrows the power of a weapon!

He has completely removed the appearance of Marcus Scotto, and transformed back into the dark-haired young man with a fierce expression and a tall and heroic look.Sandy Marion beside him was completely numb. He didn't know what to do at this moment, but he saw the young man in front of him suddenly turned his head, glanced at him, and then stabbed the silver crossbow towards him with his backhand!

"He's going to kill me!"

Sandy Marion was completely terrified, he screamed in panic, his fat body wanted to step back, but the room was so small, where was there any place for him to escape?
But just as the crossbow arrow was about to pierce him, it suddenly turned into a ball of silvery ash, which fell from Irwin Saxon's fingertips.Ai Wen was stunned, and there was another sound of breaking through the air behind him, but it was Cyril who was hiding in the corner raised his longbow again and shot an arrow at him!
"I'm sick!"

Saxon's eyes were gradually bloodshot, and the arrow just blocked his way to Sandy Marion, forcing him to be unable to continue his offensive.He roared and twisted away the arrow, then bent his knees slightly, and then his figure turned into a jet-black lightning bolt, appearing in the corner of the wall in the blink of an eye——

"Go to hell!!"

He was so confident in his speed that he thought that no one could react to his sudden attack.Even if the opponent is hiding in the shadows, the continuous shooting of arrows has already exposed his position clearly.

However, he didn't know that Cyril had long been wary of his speed.

Abnormal physical ability, this is the only label he has given to Ivan Saxon's combat power at present. This young man's physical body is extremely fast and powerful, and he will take full advantage of melee combat in a small space. The advantages.

But at the same time, Alvin Saxon gave him another impression of being "irritable".

and pride.

The longbow does not need his magic power to complete the attack. Using such a powerful attack without magic power will cause the opponent to have a certain contempt for him; especially with the character of Ivan Saxon, it will definitely be the biggest He maximized the advantages of his body and approached himself.

Therefore, when the arrow was shot, Cyril was already climbing upwards like a gecko, and stuck upside down on the roof, just watching Alvin Saxon's punch hit the place where he was originally standing, smashing the wall All the bricks were pierced through, splashing into the corridor outside, and there was a lot of tinkling and clanging.

At the same time, the sky was filled with dust.

Alvin Saxon stopped there with his hands on the wall, and was sniffing deeply at this moment. This punch made him feel a little surprised, but it also proved the opponent's cunning.

But his incomparably keen sense of smell was able to catch the smell of the other party, and he had already smelled it clearly. The smell went all the way up from the corner, and it should be near the chandelier at this moment...

His expression suddenly changed.

A tingling sensation came from inside the nasal cavity and inside the skull, as if countless fleas were gnawing at the inside of his nasal cavity.The blood vessels on his face began to swell abnormally, and the blue and black blood vessels protruded from the skin of his side face, making his handsome face look distorted and hideous at this moment——

What is this, poisoning?But when did I plant the poison?

It's the dust!
Saxon immediately held his breath to prevent himself from inhaling those flying things that he thought were wall dust but were actually poisonous powder.

Realizing this, he became more and more furious, but at this moment, his body did not allow him to pursue immediately—the magic power in his head was boiling, and he kept making "boo boo" sounds, and then the moment he realized that he wanted to calm it down , suddenly accelerated the flow, and then exploded together!

"boom!"

He only heard a loud bang in his head, his consciousness was almost washed away, his eyes were dark, and all the blood vessels on his face exploded...

He turned to one side and fell down.

There was silence in the house.

Sandy Marion looked timidly at the fallen Ivan Saxon. At this moment, he didn't know whether he should call the guards or run away. He hesitated, trying to push Ivan to wake him up, when he heard There was a landing sound.

Suddenly, there was another person in front of him.

It was an ordinary appearance, with a black cloth strip tied on the forehead, with a red line drawn in the middle - he immediately recognized the other party's identity, and exclaimed:
"why is it you again?"

"Mr. Marion, don't forget to call me Sir Iger." Cyril raised his hand to him, clinking glasses invisible, "I'm glad to see that you didn't die by his hands."

"Thank you... thank you..." Sandy Marion said tremblingly, "You, are you here to save me?"

"You can think so." Cyril said quickly, "After all, there are still many things that I haven't communicated with Mr. Marion. I'm very curious about those things, such as the material of the mist."

He shut up suddenly, then turned around and stared at the ground at the door.

The black-haired young man leaned on the wall, trembling violently, heaving up and down non-stop.His face was blurred due to the burst blood vessels, but his sharp and biting eyes penetrated the blurred plasma, firmly locked on to Cyril who was pretending to be his identity.

"It's all right so soon?"

Cyril was very surprised. The set just now can be said to have combined all his understanding of the wanderer's "poison explosion trap flow". When he left the corner, he left two packets of poisonous powder:
Horn Carey's poison formula, which was also purchased from the Mivola Alchemy Workshop, is the poison powder obtained after refinement and purification of "Bone Burning Potion" and "Magic Boiling Potion".

Although in theory, for a physical freak like Alvin Saxon, the poison is very difficult to work - it can't make wounds, can't invade his body, and the poison has no chance of attacking.

But Cyril, relying on his little knowledge of Saxony, caught a "fatal flaw" of Ivan.

Scouting method.

He relies too much on his sense of smell, and finding the enemy by smelling is his advantage, but it is also his weakness at this time.

However, although the effects of the poisonous powder have been fully exerted, the damage it caused to him is unsatisfactory. The magic power in the brain explodes in disorder, and no matter how strong the body is, it is not meaningful to wake up after a dozen or 10 minutes of fainting, right?

You stood up within 3 minutes after you fell down, isn't it a bit too much?

Cyril narrowed his eyes.

He could clearly sense the coercion emanating from Aiwen Saxon.It was like a giant black beast facing itself.

And it was a completely manic, half-wounded angry beast.

Every nerve in Cyril's body was active, and the body of the holy skeleton could provide him with a strong body to ensure that he would not be easily beaten to death, but he still did not dare to accept the first attack from Alvin Saxon at will.

"you again!"

A word-by-word growl came from Ivan Saxon. Cyril crossed his hands in front of him, and before he could respond in the future, his eyes suddenly blurred——

He subconsciously folded his arms together, only to feel a sharp pain in his arm bones, followed by stiffness and numbness, his body uncontrollably backed out, directly hit the window of the room, and the broken window fell out!
So fast, so amazing power!
Cyril fell naturally in mid-air, and the hardness provided by the body of the holy skeleton allowed his numb arms to quickly recover their strength. Without this hard body, he might have been pierced through with his arms and chest!

This Alvin Saxon, what did he eat to grow up?

He cursed inwardly, and his pupils shrank suddenly—the dark figure belonging to Aiwen flew out after the broken window at this moment, and had already leaped to the top of his head, chasing and hitting him with a deliberate punch!
What Ai Wen wanted was to beat himself to death all at once while he was in mid-air and couldn't do more counterattacks!
Cyril was surprised by the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the other party. At this time, he could of course escape through Hemer's traveling clothes, but if he escaped, his purpose of coming here today would also fail.

He no longer made any concealment, and in a flash of cold light, Adonis' verdict was already in his hands.

The wind element gushed out from the magic pool, and his falling body was suddenly supported by the wind, and he moved out to one side as if he had grown a pair of wings for no reason; but Evan Saxon did not move laterally again in the air to catch up His ability smashed straight down.

But there was a loud explosion-like sound from below—there was a pool below, and with Saxon’s punch, the water splashed nearly five meters high, the floor tiles flew horizontally, and there was a deep depression under the pool.

Cyril was in mid-air, and with the strength of the wind, he had already stood firm. Looking down, he couldn't help but be amazed.

The fighting power shown by Alvin Saxon is undoubtedly amazing, and this unique fighting style is also rare among players in the game-this is more like the fighting style of "Warcraft", using the natural ability of one's own body Take it to the extreme.

If you change to a professional level, I'm afraid he will really be beaten to death by him - even those knights who specialize in defense have little chance of winning. The power of the living smashed and torn...

What a terrifying opponent.

He was evaluating the strength of Alvin Saxon in his heart.

That is to say, an atypical professional level like myself with rich experience and various methods can deal with the opponent's hands.

The imprint on the right arm, under the glove, began to glow again.Cyril thought of the inextricable relationship that the other party might have with a certain god, and was a little relieved at the abnormality of Aiwen's combat power.

Anyway, the other party is also covered by a god, so it can't be too weak, right?

It's just... No matter how you look at it, what Aiwen did would never be allowed by the gods - he remembered what Saxon had said to Marion before.

Marion collected materials for Bishop Stanley Clemens, and the job was passed on to Alvin Saxon.As he said, the chances of errors in the "Illustrated Book" of the list of materials are extremely small, but the current situation is that the fog is completely out of Stanley Clemens' control, so that the bishop needs to ask the people of Ao San Emma for help... …

Isn't the initiator of this "abnormality" the executor Alvin Saxon?

But how did he...

While thinking, Cyril was wary of Saxon's actions. At this moment, the smoke and dust cleared, and he finally caught Saxon's figure——

He crouched like a ferocious beast, with his head held high, his fierce eyes locked on Cyril's body.

And one of his arms was raised, and the magic power surged among the strong muscles.

In that hand, he held a spear tightly.

(End of this chapter)