Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 648 The Punisher

"Just let him?"

Kindred uttered a few bad La Rochelle words, but the tone was enough to show her confusion.

Cyril ran ahead without looking back. He released the wind element to find a way forward, and replied:

"I don't have the experience of fighting against Chaofan, and I can't guarantee that I will be able to defeat Benjamin Cloris if I stay."

"Neil Alden staying there is his own choice, and all we can do is trust him."

Trust—although before the gap between professional level and extraordinary level, this word is so thin.

But Cyril did not hesitate to put his hope on this trust.

And the object of this trust, Neil Alden, was standing less than ten meters in front of Benjamin Cloris.

The aura emanating from Benjamin's body was like the sea water in a stormy day, every trace of it was no different from a sharp knife, scraping past him.

"laugh!"

A bloody gash suddenly appeared on Alden's face, before he reached out to touch it, there were two or three hissing sounds, and several blood gashs appeared on his exposed skin.

"You think you can stop me?"

"Do you really want to stop them?" Alden asked back in a low voice, "But no matter what your intentions are, Lord Judge, as the judge of the Harbor Temple and New Aowei Harbor, you appear at this time Here, it is disqualified."

"Disqualification? It's not your turn to teach me a lesson!"

His teaching words aroused the anger of the judge, and Benjamin's eyes of judgment fell on the ascetic monk in front of him.

"The sinner—Neil Alden!"

The majestic low growls enveloped Alden from all directions, and each sound was like a heavy hammer, striking Alden's soul.

Alden's face twitched slightly, but instead he raised his head and looked directly at Benjamin.

"Judger." He said stubbornly, "I am not guilty."

"You are innocent? Who is to blame?"

"Under the crown of the bishop, the Lord Judge."

"The crime is under the bishop's crown? Can you understand the bishop's great intention?" Benjamin asked rhetorically.

But Alden didn't have any emotional fluctuations, he just replied calmly:

"If it's not a crime to overthrow the harbor and suffer the people, what else is a crime?"

"You don't know anything about this, Alden!" Benjamin shouted angrily at a higher volume, even crazier with the magic power around him.

But Alden stood firmly in the storm, allowing it to cut his skin, staring straight at Benjamin.

"Are you really confused, or are you pretending to be confused?"

"Master Judge, I am not guilty."

"Are you innocent?" Benjamin's eyes sparkled.He was about to make a sound, but Alden in front of him took several steps forward, each step was not fast, and he stepped steadily, but he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

And the right arm that had already been cut with several bloody holes by Benjamin's breath punched forward, towards his chest, it was an ordinary straight punch.

Benjamin's eyes moved down, he didn't even look at Alden's face, his arm fell heavily, hitting the middle of Alden's forearm horizontally.

This heavy force caused Alden to collapse to the right side, but Benjamin did not intend to give up. The long stick in his right hand swung neatly horizontally, hitting Alden's hip bone, Twist the crooked Alden like a spinning top and fly out obliquely——

"Bang!"

The body of the ascetic monk hit the wall of the underground palace, leaving a slightly sunken human figure in the hard stone bricks.He fell to the ground, his right hand had completely lost consciousness, and his left hip bone seemed to be cracked, and a slight movement would give him continuous feedback of pain.

But he put his right shoulder against the ground, forcibly raised his upper body with his left hand, then rubbed his back against the wall, and slowly stood up.

The expression on his face remained unchanged.

He raised his head and looked at Benjamin, still calm and stubborn.

Benjamin watched him stand up with difficulty, but a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Alden, you are completely useless."

"From the moment you leave the Harbor Temple, you lose your chance to go to a higher place."

"Master Judge..." Alden spoke slowly, his voice trembling with pain.

"There is no need to communicate with you anymore, Neil Alden, you have sunk at the bottom of the sea, in the endless vortex."

The loud and clear voice of Benjamin Cloris echoed in the underground palace. He held up the long staff in his hand, just like that night on the embankment. Click twice, and then, there was a low whistling sound that tore through the air——

"Buzz!"

This blow was even faster than the one at night, and Benjamin didn't hold back anything, and before Alden made the move to resist, he had already let go.

The long staff even ignited flames, turning into a stream of light, and before the sound sounded, it had already penetrated Alden's abdomen.

The heavy force brought Alden's body back together. The end of the long stick penetrated his body, rubbed against the wall of the underground palace behind him, and finally broke with a "click", leaving half of it in Alden's body. belly.

Before the power of the long staff was completely released, the half of the long staff that was split outside flew out spinning, and disappeared after several collisions with the wall; and the half of the long staff that was still in Alden's belly His flesh and blood were all twisted into a ball, and the huge strength was not concentrated on the point of the long staff, but on a plane nearly two meters high and wide, causing Alden's body to sink into the wall again. ——

Benjamin Cloris didn't look at the ascetic monk he had nailed to the wall. The moment he released the long staff, he had already turned around and walked in the direction where the young earl and the girl were leaving.

He couldn't be more familiar with Neil Alden. For a long time, he regarded him as his personal student, personally instructing him on how to fight and how to improve.

And this student did not live up to his expectations. The route he chose was the most difficult promotion route even among ascetic monks.

"Punisher".

It was hard for Philip to see this as a "way to get promoted".The ascetic monk sharpens himself through hard work in the world, so as to give back to the gods he believes in; while the "punisher" chosen by Neil Alden implements the spirit of the ascetic monk into the battle.

Give the pain to yourself, and then give it back to the opponent.

It was difficult for Philip to evaluate whether this battle route was reasonable, but Alden's practice on this route was progressing very quickly.Breaking through to the professional level at the current age will definitely reach the extraordinary level in time.

He even once thought that Neil Alden could take over his position.

But Neil Alden left the Haven Temple.

Without the most pious and pure atmosphere of practice, without the support of the waves, the "Punisher" will lose the environment for exercise when he steps into the world, and maybe he will regress rapidly.

And the fact is, as Philip Benjamin thought.

Slicing vertically with one blow, sweeping with one blow, the "Punisher" does have to bear the damage with his body, but it is definitely not simply used as a sandbag to be beaten.Alden, however, acted like an inferior sandbag who couldn't take a couple of random hits.

Not to mention the last throw he used to penetrate his body.

There was absolutely no sound behind him.Philip had already walked a long way. He turned his head and glanced, only to see a limp figure on the ground, which would become a dark dot as he went away.

So he looked forward again, and was about to catch up with the Earl of La Rochelle.

In the ears, there was a sound, like fingers digging the ground.

The voice was not loud, but it pierced Benjamin's soul.He turned his head in disbelief, and saw the limp figure on the ground, slowly propping up his body from the ground!

He immediately turned around and strode towards where Alden was.And Neil Alden has already stood up with force, every muscle in his body is twitching, a hollow that occupies almost half of his abdomen twists with his movements, it is not worn by the long staff Hurrying Meat followed his movements, as if posing a smiling face to Benjamin——

He opened his mouth slightly, and blood sprayed out from it.But there was still no pain on his face, his feet were slightly spread, he bent down, and picked up the long stick that had worn off most of its length and pierced through him.

"Master Judge."

His voice was so blurred that he couldn't hear the words clearly, but Benjamin could still discern what he said from his mouth movements:
"I'm not guilty—"

Benjamin Cloris raised his eyebrows. Although he no longer had a long staff in his hand, he just waved his hand forward, and a wave of waves rushed out from his side, rolling towards Neil Alden. .

The wave was rushing forward, gradually taking shape as it got closer to Alden, and when it pressed in front of Alden, it had already turned into a three to five meter high wave, and was about to swallow Alden in one gulp.

And Alden looked at the waves that were about to engulf him, and only slowly raised the hand holding the broken stick.

With trembling five fingers forward, gently throw it out——

"Wow!"

The wave of magic power smashed on the ascetic monk's body, swallowed him whole, and then hit the wall in front of him.

But Benjamin's pupils shrank to the extreme at this moment——

From the wave, the incomplete staff flew out smoothly, like an osprey leisurely flying low and hunting on the sea.

However, he himself became a fish in the sea, watching the staff approaching and approaching him continuously, but he didn't even have the strength to walk away from it.

Then, the broken staff flew in front of him.

Penetrating from the same angles that ran through Alden, piercing his skin, his tendons, his veins, his guts.

Then the hunting osprey grabbed his lunch, flapped its wings, and flew away.

Benjamin lowered his head, and slowly touched the extra hollow in his abdomen with his dry hands.

"Hehe...hehe...Punisher, torturer..."

He laughed dryly twice, feeling that the power from the rod began to erupt at this moment, cutting back and forth from the depths of his abdomen like a knife blade, instantly stirring up his body full of holes.

This strength did not originate from Neil Alden. As a professional, it was impossible for him to exert a level of strength that could seriously injure Benjamin.

The gap between extraordinary and professional is absolute.It's not that the professional level can be crossed by tricky means. The gap in the realm represents the gap in the cognition of the world in which you live.

This knowledge will prevent the further accumulation of magic power, so a professional level who has been stuck on the threshold of extraordinary for decades or even hundreds of years, his magic power will never exceed that of an extraordinary level who has been immersed in extraordinary for several years .

Regardless of the magic power itself or the cognition level of the rules, the professional level is completely crushed by the extraordinary.

To defeat extraordinary, only extraordinary and above.

And the power that hit Benjamin hard came from himself.

"Punisher".

The torturer takes the damage physically, and then feeds it back to the opponent.This endurance can be fed back after gaining the addition of external factors such as faith and medicine.

And at this moment, the power raging in Benjamin Cloris's body, he, who is also an ascetic monk, can easily recognize how full of emotions it is——

It's piety, it's desire, it's anger, it's unwillingness.

The ascetic monk who was forced to leave the Harbor Temple, he never let go of his practice, and even the journey to a foreign country made him more precipitated——

But even so, how can the professional level withstand the dimensionality reduction blow from the extraordinary?

The pictures just now flashed before Benjamin's eyes one by one, and they were quickly frozen at the moment when he was about to make a move.

What is Neil Alden doing?
He did nothing.

Neil Alden knew Benjamin just as Benjamin Cloures knew Alden.

He should have resisted or dodged after being traumatized, and he has long engraved the methods of this teacher-like judge in his chest.

However, he didn't do anything, and let the long stick penetrate him.

The professional level can't resist the attack of the extraordinary level, but what if he didn't want to survive the attack of the extraordinary level?

What if he just wanted to live for a few more seconds?
Blood spurted out of Benjamin's mouth continuously, he bent down, and gradually knelt down on the ground.Pain filled his whole body, he moved forward unconsciously, trying to find a position where he could rely on and relieve himself.

When he stretched his hand forward, he touched a section of still warm flesh.

He moved forward two more steps, and his blurred vision saw the face of the ascetic who fell on the ground.

There was no expression of pain, even though he had stopped breathing, his face was still peaceful.

"Neil Alden—"

The judge spat a ball of blood to the side, and the raging force finally eased, allowing him to breathe.

He leaned against the wall, lowered his head and smiled wryly:

"You don't have to be like this, and I don't have to be like this-what Stanley did is beyond your ability to interfere, and it is not harmful to believers..."

"That kind of thing, as long as I do it."

"Why did you appear at this time, why did you insist on moving forward?"

The extraordinary body gradually began to repair the wounds of the body.He leaned against it for a while, regained his strength, and was about to lift up Neil Alden's body and put his hands on it, when he suddenly froze.

The body was still warm.

That heart is still beating.

(End of this chapter)