Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 646 The Feather of Isis

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

When Cyril finished speaking, his footsteps were already backward, and he raised the sword in his palm, and put his other hand on the long sword and pushed it out horizontally, just hitting the wolf paw of Ivan Saxon who was approaching suddenly.

His eyes fell on the young man's face that was slightly animalized and the amount of hair on his face had doubled, and he couldn't help but sneered:
"Oh, you are in a hurry."

What responded to him was a storm-like attack from Alvin Saxon.This kind of extremely close combat doesn't have many advantages for the long sword, but the ability of Vientiane Fengxing made Cyril regard the long sword as a dagger, and forcibly fought against the pair of wolf claws that were tougher than metal No one is left behind.

The bang sound of intersecting swords and claws and the sound of the wind stirred up. Kindred and Neil Alden on the side wanted to help, but they didn't have the chance to get close at all.And Cyril also noticed the predicament of his subordinates, and immediately said:

"Take His Royal Highness Herris first, and I will catch up soon."

Kindred stared at Ivan Saxon's back and hesitated for a while, while Alden had already rushed over to carry Pelagius Herris on his shoulders like a sack, and then pulled Kindred and took her with him run forward.

The footsteps disappeared after a few seconds, and there were only two fighting people left in this passage.

Cyril calmly dealt with every attack of Ivan Saxon, and the Eye of Setanrio and the Burning Silence of Soul provided him with good analysis ability, but even so, Ivan Saxon's movements were so fast that he Afterimages can still be seen in his eyes.

If it wasn't for his rich combat experience, even if he had the blessings of these two, he would probably have to be kicked by Aiwen with the long sword in three moves, and then pinched his throat and fell to the ground.

However, at this moment, Cyril can be considered to be able to do a job with ease, and even feels that the oppressive force that Ivan gives him at this time is not as good as the fight in the church before going down the mountain.

He observed the opponent carefully, only feeling that when its magic power flowed to the right rib and left abdomen, there would be a momentary stagnation. It was this momentary stagnation that made its movements a little uncoordinated.

Was it shot by Stanley Clemens?
He spotted the wolf claws that Ivan Saxon was attacking at him, and suddenly stepped forward. The sword in his right hand separated the wolf claws, and the shield on his left hand emerged, and it was firmly patted on the top of Ivan Saxon's head.

A trembling sound of "buzz" came from the shield, and Cyril only felt a numbness in his left hand, while Alvin Saxon stumbled back two steps, then shook his head vigorously, standing as if nothing happened, with fierce eyes The light is undiminished.

It's really tough.

Cyril groaned, and slowly took two steps back, opening the distance between him and Ivan.

"Your Excellency Aiwen is really impulsive. If you don't like my question, you can just say it directly. Why rush up and punch and kick me?" The young earl said while holding the sword and shield firmly in his hand. "I really want to continue this topic—Your Excellency should never have any mother-child feelings for that gentle saint?"

"Am I right?"

"Heir to the Feather of Isis—"

The moment this title was uttered from Cyril's mouth, Aiwen's pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant. He twisted his waist suddenly, and pulled out a spear surrounded by jet-black thunder from the void, and was about to shoot at it in an instant. Cyril threw it out.

But Cyril had seen Aiwen's throwing gun, and was prepared for it.The moment he made a move, the long sword swung lightly, and the effect of the cursed armor had been applied to Ivan Saxon's body, and then he jumped out to the side——

"call out--"

"Bang!!!"

The ear-piercing screeching sound and the breaking sound sounded almost at the same time, and when Cyril raised his head again, the sharp black spear had disappeared from Ivan Saxon's hands, replaced by a huge one where he had stood before. hollow.

If it weren't for the slight delay brought by the cursed armor to Aiwen, I am afraid that Cyril, who dodged in advance, would have been pierced by this spear.

Half of the wall completely collapsed because of Aiwen's spear throwing, revealing a look of nothingness.Cyril glanced there, determined in his heart that this place was already a magic plain, then straightened his waist, and said calmly:
"Oh, why is Your Excellency Ivan so irritable? Obviously I just want to have a good talk with you—"

"Talk? What can we talk about?" From the mouth that gradually changed into a wolf kiss, a low and magnetic laugh finally came out, "Danya's breath, Nora's breath, Urella's breath— —La Rochelle, the smell on your body is as strong as underwear that has not been washed for a month in a closed cabin in the hot summer mixed with rotten fish heads, just smelling it is disgusting..."

smell?The breath of Danya, Nora, Urella?But why hasn't he done this before?
Cyril's heart trembled, and he glanced across Aiwen Saxon's whole body, only to find that the pitch-black, lightning-like thunder light became thicker around him, and his limbs became more and more slender, and gradually he had already begun to Shift towards inhuman form.

And the imprint on Cyril's own hand became brighter and brighter.Cyril felt that the imprint of the Moon Stone seemed to be activated, and it was gradually starting to heat up, as if it was urging him.

Could it be that...the feather of Isis...the power of Isis is gradually awakening on Alvin Saxon?

This idea made him scream badly. He had seen the "Cthulhu" attack a few times in the game, each of which was astonishing and destructive, but the Cthulhu was just an irregular god.

The god of war and beast god Isis is one of the righteous gods of the original sequence!It is a God who also has a large number of believers!

The blessing that He can give to future generations, even if it is only a little bit, can play a decisive role in an evenly matched battle——

But Cyril immediately felt that there was a problem with his inference: since Isis is the righteous god, then in this incident, the successor of his power should be in a positive position. How could he be like Ivan Saxon and let the situation Gradually deteriorate?

Now that it is determined that Alvin Saxon is not on the "positive" side, what is his purpose for appearing in this corridor?
It can't be possible to join forces with Stanley Clemens and serve him as a watchdog, right?Their positions are different!
Just as he thought of this, he suddenly felt the wind in front of him move.

And when Cyril realized the change, the palm of Irving Saxon had already appeared on his side chest.

"boom!"

The palm of his hand slapped heavily on the bravery of the breastplate Adonis, and Juli reached Cyril's body through the breastplate.The torso that had been blessed by the holy gods let out a burst of mourning, and Cyril immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and the person also flew out——

So fast, much faster than before!
The Eye of Setanrio and the Burning Silence of the Soul failed to capture the figure of Alvin Saxon at all, allowing Cyril to eat Alvin's palm firmly.His body hit the wall of the tunnel, and a large piece of the wall collapsed, revealing the purple nothingness behind——

If you accidentally fall into it, I'm afraid you will be crushed by the turbulent flow of magic power intertwined between the magic power plain and reality!

Cyril rolled to the ground, he didn't have time to see what kind of posture Aiwen was at this time, the shield subconsciously blocked in front of him, but he heard another dull sound, the left hand holding the shield was touching The shield's left shoulder almost lost consciousness, and Cyril's body slid back again with the blow that Aiwen chased after him!

"呲呲呲!"

The shield was stuck on the ground, and a string of dazzling sparks burst out from the piercing sound. He looked up from behind the shield, and finally saw the current appearance of Alvin Saxon——

The purple-black thunder light piled up in a circle, transforming into a huge figure outside his already elongated limbs.His own body was like a majestic wolf, with his limbs lying on the ground, and his fierce eyes fixed on Cyril.

"Eat... eat... I'm so hungry..."

His voice became extremely illusory, as if it was composed of countless voices, directly hitting people's souls.Cyril's complexion changed, and before Alvin Saxon could make a move, he had already shouted: "Wind Knight!"

Two cyan winds roared forward from behind him, condensing the shape of a wind knight, trying to stop Aiwen's pace.But before the two wind knights could even hold their weapons, the pitch-black thunder light had already spread in front of them, and then wrapped around their waists from left to right, and with a sudden force——

"Crack!"

With the sound of breaking, the two wind knights immediately shattered into streaks of blue wind.They tried to slip away and reorganize, but the purple-black thunder light had already caught up, entangled them one by one, and wrapped them inside.

"Crack! Crack!"

It seemed that the sound of hungry wolves chewing bones echoed in the tunnel. In the blink of an eye, the wind that made up the two wind knights was swallowed up by Ivan Saxon, leaving no trace of magic power left!

"Hi... not enough..."

"Eat...let me eat..."

Those pitch-black eyes looked forward again, locking onto the figure that had escaped far away.

Cyril had already run away. He knew that the wind knight was definitely not Alvin Saxon's opponent, but he was able to delay for a while after all.

The current balance of combat power has been completely broken. Alvin Saxon, who was originally only a professional level, is hard enough and strong enough to be considered difficult, but he is on the same level as Cyril after all, and it is not a problem to win. Difficult.

But when Aiwen showed that posture, Cyril clearly realized that he must not be entangled with him!

Will die, will die!

He ran forward with all his strength, forgetting about the feather of Isis and the pros and cons—this kind of thing has to be thought about desperately!
"Crack! Kick!"

The line connecting the two wind knights in his mind was suddenly cut off, and Cyril's eyelids twitched—how many seconds have passed?You can't eat a chicken leg so fast, can you?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he heard a "dong" sound coming from the ground behind him.Glancing back from the corner of the eye, Ivan Saxon's figure actually appeared less than ten meters behind him. The purple-black phantom writhed crazily, weirder than any evil god he had ever seen!
"Eat...I want to eat...eat!"

In that cathartic roar, Aiwen Saxon's body jumped forward a lot, and the distance of ten meters was crossed in an instant. The big black hand was about to grab Cyril's leg and pull him To the rear, a cyan sledgehammer suddenly fell from the air, and it landed on the middle of the big hand's arm, stopping it——

Meteor Hammer!
The purest low-level spell mastered by Cyril has come into play at this moment. After the sledgehammer is broken, the howling wind winds around Aiwen's body like a spiral, and it should stop him for a while.

But Cyril expected this, but the facts were completely different from what he thought—the purple-black phantom around Aiwen simply lowered his head, swayed to the left and right, and the blue wind disappeared in the blink of an eye. not see!

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of chewing and chewing rang in his ears, and he swallowed all the blue magic power directly!
Are you the "Devourer", or is that thing outside Euph's Island the Devourer!

Why do you look more edible than that thing!

Cyril's eyelids twitched wildly, and he simply planned to call out the "spiritual knight" to stop it - at least the spiritual knight is not a magical structure, and he will not be swallowed so easily.

But at the moment when he frantically took out the Book of Heroes, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of his line of sight.This white figure didn't even touch the ground, and moved forward rapidly. It passed by Cyril's side in the blink of an eye, and then jumped high——

"Kindred!"

Cyril was startled when he recognized the white velvet cloak slipping across his cheek.He turned his head, but saw that the girl's figure was like a swaying white snow eagle, or a blue sheep on the top of a snow mountain, leaping vigorously in the air, and bumping straight into the figure, which swelled up again. Circled, purple-black illusory shadow!
"Hey... eat, eat, eat!"

The purple-black phantom let out a series of sneers, and the big purple-black hands had already been raised.In front of him, Kindred's swaying figure is like a sheep facing a giant beast, so fragile that it can't stand a single blow!
"Damn-"

Cyril cursed angrily, twisted his body back, and was about to throw the long sword in his hand.But the arm seemed slow, but it stopped in front of Kindred in an instant, as if waiting for her to fall into its grasp——

That's too late!

Cyril watched helplessly as the girl's white figure fell into that palm. Before he could let go of his long sword, the big purple-black hand was about to be clenched...

"Crack...knock..."

In mid-air, there was a strange sound like a broken shell.

And in this burst of sound, time seemed to stand still.

The purple-black hand stopped in the air, and Aiwen Saxon's body was also stiff and motionless.

In the purple-black palm, a breath of wilderness wind gradually condensed.In a trance, Cyril seemed to see an eagle soaring -

"Isis..."

He murmured subconsciously.

And in this murmur, time flowed again.

Thousands of silver-white feathers flew out from the closing palm, and in the blink of an eye, the big hand was riddled with holes!

"Roar--"

The purple-black figure let out a painful roar, and the air wave raised sent the white figure who had escaped from the shattered hands flying away.

And Cyril had already made preparations, seeing where Kindred was going to land, and rushed there ahead of time, just in time to pick her up in his arms.

"Ya—"

"Wait a minute!"

She opened her mouth, and was about to say something, when the young earl who was hugging her had already spread his legs, the wind element was swaying, and he started to flee again towards the front.

(End of this chapter)