Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 639 Min Corsus

On the high tower of Jufer Island, Bishop Stanley Clemens in a white robe was expressionless. His eyes were rounded, and his white pupils seemed to want to take in everything in the wall of water. .

In the cage hanging beside him, Alvin Saxon's mouth was bruised, and he stared at Stanley Clemens ruthlessly.

On the iron railing of the cage in front of Ai Wen, there were still traces of biting.

Stanley Clemens spoke suddenly, his voice was irresistible, and it rang in Ivan's ear in a low voice: "Is this what you expected to see?"

"No, this is what you expected to see." Ivan spat out a mouthful of blackened blood and said with a sneer, "Your Majesty, don't you understand..."

"To shut up--"

"when!"

With the bishop's roar, the long stick in his hand hit the cage, and the whole cage suddenly shone with golden light, making Alvin Saxon inside tremble and his eyes turned white, as if he was enduring countless pains.

"It's clearly because of your troubles, Alvin Saxon, I think the worst thing Sandy Marion did is to choose to let you go to where you are today!"

And Alvin Saxon was lying sideways in the cage, shaking his head constantly as he panted heavily.He tried to open his eyelids, and looked at Stanley Clemens with an involuntary and provocative gaze.

"But...Your Majesty, isn't this your choice?"

"when!"

The long staff struck again, this time the golden light on the cage was even stronger.Alvin Saxon twitched and fell down, but he held on to the railing of the cage with one hand, and repeatedly said bitterly:
"You can't refute me, you can only do this, and you can only do this - Stanley Clemens, you should know what the future of civilization belongs to, shouldn't you?"

His voice became softer as he repeated, and finally disappeared into the golden light of the cage with his head tilted.

And Stanley Clemens remained expressionless in the cage to punish Alvin Saxon, until the flesh seemed to be emitting the smell of burnt incense, and then retracted his long staff.

He then turned his gaze to the side—the direction of the port of Uver Island.

"Austrian Emma, ​​I hope you can make me as relaxed as possible..."

He muttered to himself, then quickly walked down the stairs and disappeared above the tower.

But he didn't know that it was only 2 minutes after he left.

The hand of the man in the cage who passed out.

Moved a bit.

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The mage girl has completely fallen into chaos due to her own inspiration.

She didn't know how much trouble her outstanding perception and associative ability had brought to herself at this time. If it were an ordinary mage, she would probably have retreated when she first sensed something was wrong.

At this moment, Mia Christian was completely immersed in that magnificent expanse.Fear, surprise, anger, sadness, or other pessimistic emotions, all disappeared when facing the wall of water that seemed to turn the entire world into pure, colorless water.

She was like a little girl holding a doll and seeing the huge clock tower ringing for the first time, she raised her head in a daze and listened to the bell echoing among the buildings, she put everything into that pure .

Those beautiful blue eyes, as the water wall approached step by step, gradually lit up with bright light.

At this time, Cyril did not notice the changes in the people behind him, and the pressure on him from the high wall in front of him was far greater than that of other people present.

He strenuously spread out the wind elements and shrouded the Napoleon to prevent the ship from being directly destroyed by the mighty power it brought—however, when facing such a behemoth, his strength And is it really effective?

"Pelaggios! Pelaggios!" At this moment, the young Earl of La Rochelle roared at the giant black ship Consul class in front of them.

Although this ship like a sea fortress is more than a little tougher than the Napoleon, when facing this high wall of water, there is no difference at all, like an ant that will be shot to death at any time just as poor.

However, amidst Cyril's roar, on the rear deck of the consul-class ship, the figure of the future Emperor of Saint Emma appeared staggeringly.

This shaking was not due to fatigue or fear, Cyril instinctively noticed the joy emanating from Pelagius Heris - he was ecstatic, he was smiling proudly, he Even as if embracing the coming of the gods, facing the seven gods for protection, open your arms.

"Danya is on top, Danya is on top!"

He shouted wildly, his voice fluttering in the wind and rain, and he called loudly: "Minkersius, show your might!"

Following his words, a bright light suddenly lit up in his chest.And this light is like the North Star of the Big Dipper, instantly pulling the seven pillars of light around him to where he is——

"Aroused the protection of the gods?"

Cyril watched in surprise the seven beams of light that shot straight into the sky slowly tilted, and the majestic magic power caused the space to be twisted.

He suddenly remembered what he heard from Pelagius Heris about the Ul San Emma fleet at the time, when he was still in the underground palace——

"But you must not know that there are seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships, and one consul, for the purpose of transporting this Minkolsius—"

To transport this door Min Cortius!

Cyril finally remembered.

The space transportation brought by the Archon class is not the key point, nor is the seven Providence and the Dreadnought transport ships, and it is even less important how much money Ao San Emma burned. The protection of the mutated seven gods is not the key.

The real key point lies in the one who has not shown up until now, Min Corsius.

This complicated and difficult-to-pronounce name is even more complicated when spoken in Austrian St. Emma, ​​and it is so convoluted that the tongue is about to curl up, but it is this kind of complexity that gives the name a sense of mystery and antiquity——

It was as if it had transcended this era of civilization in the first place.

from an even older past.

Seven beams of light staggered obliquely in midair, led by the light in Pelagius Herris' hand.And the sea surface under the staggered light began to surge, and something was about to break through the sea.

"Clang! Clang!"

The ear-piercing sound of iron chains swished, and as the sea surged, the noise rang out almost simultaneously among the seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships.It was so loud that Cyril had to use the wind element to insulate the sound so that the knights could keep standing on the deck.

And amidst the noise of the iron chains, a long dark silver tube with a diameter of tens of meters floated in the air where the beams of light intersected.

There is no iron chain to tie it, it just floats smoothly and slenderly in the intersection of the beams of light.There is not even a trace of pattern on it, it looks like a thick pillar without any characteristics except for the exaggerated caliber to the extreme.

However, no one dared to underestimate it.

Because it bears the power of the protection of the seven gods.

The seven beams of light were cut off from the moment they hit its body - not a single ray of light could pass through the barrel and extend into the sky on the other side.

It is so unreasonable, swallowing all the light of the gods' protection into its own body.

No one dared to speak anymore, and no one had much thought about it.The power of a god's protection has exceeded the imagination of ordinary people, but what level is the protection of the seven gods, and what kind of existence will the giant cannon that swallows the protection of the seven gods be?
Min Cortius!
The wall of water was still approaching, but its momentum seemed to be gradually weakening—but soon people realized that this was not because the wall of water was weak, but because of the door hanging in the air. The condensed strength maintains the balance of magic power present, making it no longer appear so disparate.

"What kind of power will this cannon have?"

Cyril no longer dared to speculate on this, but now everyone can see that this giant cannon is used by the Orsan Emma to deal with the existence in the water wall, the "Devourer" Vishlin Root's killing move.

But from its performance point of view, its attack method is no different from the magic crystal cannon that is widely used in city defense and naval guns today - by converting magic power into shells, it can launch a fatal blow to the enemy.

But the difference of this Minkolsius is that the magic power it absorbs comes from the protection of the gods.

"Min Cortius, Min Cortius—"

The roaring chants of their warriors have already been heard from the ships of Alma St. Emma. They use the traditional war song of Ossa. Emma, ​​the tone of "St. Their chants climbed step by step, gradually changing from low to extremely passionate.

When Pelagius Herris reached the peak of the music, he swung his arms vigorously, raised the long sword in his hand, and roared with all his strength:
"For Danya—for O Saint Emma!"

"Min Cortius!! Launch!!"

"For Danya - for Osan Emma!!!"

Amidst the roar of the soldiers, a flash of brightness surpassing any light they had ever seen flashed across the muzzle of the Minkolsius, which had stored energy for a long time in mid-air, and brought a sound as if tens of thousands of thunderbolts sounded at the same time. the roar of—

The magic happened.

Dizzy and trembling, rows of soldiers on the consul level fell to the ground because they looked directly at this scene, and Pelagius Heris fell directly from the boat and fell into the sea.

Cyril's mind was shaken for a moment, and the majestic turbulent flow of magic power made him feel as if he was about to be torn apart.And he, who also witnessed the moment when the magic power burst out, almost fell to the ground just like those people from St. Emma.

But he had been on guard for a long time. The burning of the soul and the opening of the eyes of Setanrio at the same time, he grabbed the side of the boat, stabilized his body, and forcibly saw the scene in front of him:
A beam of light that surpassed any god's protection shot out from the cannon's muzzle, passed through the sky in an instant, and blasted on the distant water wall.

And the wall of water, which was indescribably high and wide, suddenly stopped its progress the moment the beam of light pierced it.

In the middle of it, there is a huge void.

This void is getting bigger and bigger, and finally the water walls on both sides of it collapse.It turned into a raging wave, surging toward Uffer Island——

But what is this wave tens of meters high before the wall of water that almost connects the sky and the earth?

"Crushed? Is this crushed?"

Cyril looked at the collapsed water wall and the surging tsunami wave in front of him in disbelief, but there was only a sense of empty and incomprehensible doubt in his heart.

Cheers had come from the Alma Sant Emma ships, and the soldiers who had just come out of the cabins sang the Alma San Emma victories and even blew their horns.

The Providence-class dreadnought transport ships used to carry the protection of the gods are connected to each other with iron cables. The distance between them and Jufo Island has become much farther at some point. It seems that because of the blow just now, Min Ke The force of feedback given by Erseus slipped back to the current position.

These pitch-black behemoths no longer have the luster of the gods' protection, and they are like seven high mountains, standing on the sea in a daze.

And the huge cannon "Min Corsius" was dragged back to one of the Providence-class dreadnought transport ships by a huge carrying device at this moment, and it seemed that it had completed its mission.

But the smoother all this looked, the more something was wrong with Cyril.

Everything that happened so far seems to be reasonable. The people of Ost. Emma sacrificed the protection of the gods and attracted Vishlingen. Wall, and it's all over—

No, no, there is a problem somewhere.

Cyril suddenly realized the thing that was ignored by everyone hidden under the cheering voice of the people from Ao San Emma.

He has already witnessed the means of "The Devourer" Vishringen: He can spread his limbs and swallow an entire ocean, and he can also turn into a huge tentacles, easily tearing ships apart.

Although what he saw was only a "partial" Wieslingen.

However, can anyone equate the water wall with the Vishling fundamental body?

Obviously not.

No one can prove that the wall of water they smashed is the true body of Vishlingen, and no one has seen his true body.

And what if what they defeated was just a part of Weisslingen, or even just a skill of Weisslingen?

This thought made Cyril himself want to laugh, and he was surprised how he could make such a guess——

If the people of Arcadia use the protection of the seven gods and try their best to counteract the attack issued by Corsus, but only exchange it with one of the opponent's skills, then Pelagius Heris is simply the empire of Arcadia. Shame!
But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this guess was correct——

He was hesitating, when suddenly there was a sound of vomiting blood behind him, followed by Miss Misha's exclamation:
"Mia, Mia, what's wrong with you?"

He turned his head, and the mage behind him was falling limply under Misha's support.

Those blue eyes were shining brightly at the moment, she stretched out her hand weakly, pointing at Cyril's bleeding mouth, and murmured to him:
"It's... not over yet..."

"He is still..."

(End of this chapter)