Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 645 Script in Progress

"My lord, Urella, what is this!"

"Beware of the incoming high-intensity magic power, be careful of the incoming high-intensity magic power!"

The air was full of vibrating humming and trembling sounds, and as the wave of magic power got closer and closer to Ufo Island, it gradually showed its reality:

It is a vast ocean that rises out of thin air at a height of tens of meters. It doesn't need any extra form, as long as it is simply presented as vast, it is enough to make everyone bow down.

The color of the sky turned into the color of the sea, and the water-shaped sea beasts were swimming in the vast ocean, and jumped out of the sea angrily when it was close to Jufer Island—not facing upwards, their height had already surpassed Jufer Island the highest point.

Instead, face down.

Like falling meteors, they slammed down on the land of Ufo Island with blue trails, making deep depressions one after another.

But now no one cares about these "additions" - the vast ocean is advancing slowly and methodically, while continuing to output that powerful oppression, it has finally arrived at the frontier of Ufo Island at this moment!
In the next second, the vast ocean will fall from the sky, engulfing the entire Ufo Island!
Desperation is spreading among the crowd. The power displayed by Weisslingen at this moment is precisely the thing called "natural disaster" that human reproduction is most dreaded.

"Dang!"

I don't know who dropped the weapon, clasped his hands in front of his chest, sank his knees, and knelt down.

Then dozens or hundreds of people threw down their weapons and knelt down on the square, despite the urging of the priests behind them, they just kowtowed and murmured.

In the face of natural disasters, all they can do is pray——

Pray that I can survive, pray that the disaster will pass me by, and pray that the god who does not know whether he still exists will send down his protection——

Evans behind Cyril raised his hand high, and the stone bricks beside him flew up with his movements, forming a spacious corridor almost instantly.

"Come in, hide in!" He began to urge the people around him, but Su Geer glanced at his method, immediately shook his head and vetoed:
"That's magic, not the actual sea, and this kind of physical barrier doesn't work against it."

Evans froze for a moment, with a look of disappointment on his face. He lowered his hand to make the ground flat, and then asked, "Then tell me, what else can we do to escape?"

And the voice of the half-elf boy came from the front at this moment: "Perhaps...we don't need to hide at all."

Several people looked at him together, and Cyril was looking up at the water curtain that was about to fall, with an unusually calm tone: "I think this is also in Stanley Clemens' plan. This is just It is the second wave of offensive launched by Weisslingen, and it should still be on his script."

"His script?"

Just as the sound of doubts fell, the standing mage tower suddenly lit up with a shining silver light at this moment, and diamond-shaped magic power blocks were condensed in front of the border of Uval Island in an instant, stacking quickly, like pressing down crazily In an instant, the Tetris blocks on the arrow keys have been built into a wall high enough to shelter Uval Island, standing between Uval Island and the vast ocean.

And at this moment, it was the time when the vast ocean was falling.

Endless water of magic power falls from the sky.They should have smashed on the land of Jufo Island, turning into a vortex that engulfed the island, but at this moment, they all smashed on the high wall formed by the diamond-shaped cube.

The rhombus and rhombus are not on the same level, and they have ingenious arcs when they are connected, sharing the pressure from the top together.And because of this ingenious structure, the magical water that could have smashed through it splashed and slid down, even causing trouble to the subsequent sea water.

The rumbling sound resounded like thunder over the sky above Ufo Island.The Sea God Guard warriors who had knelt down to pray finally realized that death did not "come as expected".

They opened their arms in ecstasy, as if they wanted to embrace the sea water that fell from the sky, and yelled Urella's name——

Evans and the others looked at Cyril again at this time, only to see that the latter had put the long sword into the sheath and put away the shield, as if preparing to leave.

"what are you planning to do?"

"The script under the crown of the bishop went more smoothly than I thought." Cyril raised his head, tightened his jacket, wrapped himself in a cloak, and hid himself in the darkness, "I'm going to see if the script You can go on his way.”

"I'll ask you to protect the others. In addition..." Cyril looked at the two people in the crowd, "Neil Alden, and Kindred, you and I will go."

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and then came out.But the goblin witch Sevilla, who was still sitting on the Kindred shofar mask, cried out:

"Hey, young man, why are you taking her with you?"

The "she" in her mouth refers to Kindred, of course.

"Because she is from the Holy Order of Isis." Cyril glanced at her and replied, "Ms. Sevilla, if you are a believer in Isis, you can also come along—"

The goblin witch was taken aback for a moment, then curled her lips.She vibrated her wings and flew up, hovering in front of Kindred, and then opened her arms, embracing the forehead blocked by the sheep bone mask.

"Good girl, you must pay attention and protect yourself."

She kissed deeply on the mask, then flapped her wings, and flew down to Veronica Helene.

Kindred walked behind Cyril, and Cyril's eyes fell on his last target in the crowd.

"What are you waiting for? Her Royal Highness, do you still need me to invite you?"

Pelagius Herris walked out with an ugly face, walked to Cyril's side and snorted coldly, not saying anything more.

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The four of them walked through the square full of Neptune guards, passed the towering idol, and climbed the steps to the arched door of St. Mir's Church.

Turning his head to look westward, the ocean continued to fall towards the rhombus intertwined barrier, but so far it failed to cause any effective damage.

"Should we... still go to that secret hall?" Pelaggios swallowed, thinking of what happened in the secret hall, his body couldn't help shaking.

"What's your opinion, His Highness Harris?"

"...It's up to you." Pelaggios had no way to deal with this young man from La Rochelle at the moment.He didn't know when it started, and he couldn't even understand what the latter's every step was for - obviously, in terms of intelligence, he should be better than him.

Although Neil Alden looked puzzled, he didn't ask any questions.Cyril took the lead and walked into the hall, just like the previous time, after bowing his head in front of Urella's statue, he quickly turned into the long corridor on one side.

He pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, and put one hand in his pocket.The coral figure was gently pinched by his hand, and it continued to give back a slight warmth, as if telling him that his route was not wrong.

Like the previous time, through the "Coral Forest Road" and "Sea God Road", from the shallow sea tone to the embrace of the deep sea.

The environment is getting darker and darker, and this time the deep sea tunnel is even more eerie than the last time.It was clear that there were only their footsteps around, but there seemed to be a whimpering sound in everyone's mind.

This sense of fear is not a portrayal of a weak character, but an inevitable emotion created by the environment and situation——

"Ya...Adrien, how long is it, why haven't you come?" Pelaggios gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear in his heart.Control your steps and don't panic too much.

Cyril couldn't answer this question. Time and space have lost their concept in the continuous similar environment. This is a section of road beyond the effective design range of St. The scope of the "temple"—

The secret hall is classified as "magic plain", which cannot be estimated with common sense.

There may be enemies here, or there may be no one there; traps may appear at any time, or there may be nothing along the way-when Cyril defines it as a magical plain, everything becomes unknown.

He stopped suddenly, and his stop made several people stop, but no one dared to ask, because the waist of the half-elf boy in front of him had already lit up with a silver light with the blade slightly unsheathed.

The wind element was driven by Cyril to explore forward, and only a low whistling sound was given back to him.

He didn't say a word, his pointed ears quivered slightly, and he didn't draw out his sword anymore.Alden and Kindred looked at him without saying a word, but Pelaggios didn't have this tacit understanding, he couldn't help but said:

"Ya..."

Before he uttered a single word, the half-elf boy in front of him suddenly turned around, and a huge force hit the side of Prince Aosheng Emma, ​​pushing him to the side, and slammed into the wall on one side.Before Pelaggios could open his mouth to curse, he saw the silver light burst in front of his eyes, and at the same time, there was the crisp sound of gold and iron colliding——

"Ding!"

The long sword in Cyril's hand was knocked to the side by the huge force, and a strong wind chased his body.He unhurriedly put his free hand across his body, and slammed into the strong wind with his backhand.

Huge force hit his arm, even with the body of a holy skeleton, this level of force still made him feel a certain amount of pain.But he just pursed his lips. The enemy was already close in front of him at this moment. He turned over his sword hand, and the long sword that was swung away at this moment hit the face of the attacker like a dagger. ——

Vientiane wind shape, the sword as a dagger, gouging!

This attack that was close at hand should have been a steady hit, but the reaction of the person in front of him was surprisingly quick.A jet of black light suddenly flashed in Cyril's eyes, like a black thunder. He had already slammed fast enough before he could touch his face, but the man had already slid back five or six steps, like a retreating giant wolf Usually, leaning forward, staring at him.

At this moment, Cyril finally saw his face clearly:

Marcus Scotto.

That is Alvin Saxon.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and before he could speak, a white figure rushed out from behind Alvin Saxon—the white velvet cloak was like the open wings of a snow eagle, floating but full of coldness.Amidst the jingling of bells, Kindred's figure had already rushed towards Alvin Saxon who was crouching on the ground.

Alvin Saxon seemed to have understood the existence of Kindred for a long time. He twisted his body suddenly, and his five fingers, which were as sharp as wolf claws, stretched out, locking towards Kindred's throat.But Kindred was also on guard against this, and he shook his head forward vigorously, and the sheep bone mask flew straight out, hitting Ivan's five fingers.

"Snapped!"

The mask was smashed into pieces by Aiwen's palm, but Kindred was able to avoid his claw and bully Aiwen in front of him.She stretched out her elbows horizontally, and seeing that she was about to hit Aiwen's chest, but Aiwen's other hand held her big arm tightly like an iron lock, and then that hand swung the big windmill, picking up Kindred who was rushing, Brutely fell to another time!
There was a muffled grunt in Kindred's mouth, but Evan Saxon didn't mean to stop.He immediately raised his foot to step on Kindred, but before he stepped on it, he felt as if his foot was caught in a vortex——

A bald-headed monk crouched between him and Kindred, the blocking arms didn't give him a real sense of confrontation, but seemed to absorb his strength into it.

This weird touch made Ai Wen frowned, he drew back his foot decisively, and then jumped back a few steps, pulling away the distance from the two in the blink of an eye.

Kindred turned over and stood up. Her figure seemed to be twice as big in the velvet cloak. Her sharp eyes pierced through the darkness and reached Ivan Saxon's face. She was about to attack again when she heard a low voice from behind. Shout out:

"Hold on, Kindred."

As Cyril said, he stepped up to the two of them and raised the long sword slightly.

His eyes fell on his right hand, and a faint, magical blue light was shining on his arm, surrounding the entire "sword", as if urging him to do something.

"Alvin Saxon, isn't that right?" Cyril asked softly. In the quiet corridor, the soft voice was extremely clear.

He glanced to one side, and Pelagius Heris, the prince of Ossa Emma, ​​just got up from the ground at this moment, clutching his ribs and clenching his teeth, but he didn't utter a word of pain—he bumped into him just now. Time didn't stop.

Alvin Saxon was silent and did not give him any response.Cyril didn't care, just continued:
"It's the first time you've faced 'me' head-on, but I know a lot about what you've done, do you need me to count it for you?"

His answer was still silence.

It's just that Cyril's eyes looked through the darkness, and saw that Alvin Saxon's face had changed back to his original appearance, and the gloomy and handsome young man straightened up, as if waiting for him to speak.

"Actually, what I'm most curious about is what material did you find to make Stanley Clemens' projection into what it is now. But let me ask you this question first."

Cyril coughed lightly, then slowly said:

"Alvin Saxon, don't you have any thoughts about the death of your adoptive mother, Saint Claudius Benjamin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark eyes of the young man in front of him shrank into a vertical line.

Immediately afterwards, the pitch-black thunder surged again, and sharp wolf claws appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)