Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 65 Dragon Corpse Underground Palace ([-]) [Ask for tickets!!! ∑(Дノ)ノ]

When Alina heard the sound of falling through the air, it was already too late to dodge.She turned around in a hurry, raised her sword, and tried to hold back the "blazing fireball" that fell from the sky, but what she felt was a violent magical power rushing towards the sword made of red flames in her hand— —

But the clash of sword blades that should have sounded, or the sound of magical surges did not appear.She only felt that her magic power seemed to disappear suddenly, and the corresponding expression was:

The blade of the long sword in her hand dissipated the moment it collided with the opponent's sword.

Immediately afterwards, that crimson flame surged from the falling figure towards the girl, enveloping her whole body.Alina's beautiful purple eyes shrank suddenly, the pain caused by the burning flames made her want to scream, but the "truth" in front of her made her unable to speak at all——

"boom!"

The girl's body flew up flat like a sandbag being beaten, and finally hit the hem of the mage's seat heavily.Although the flame was extinguished, the severe pain caused by the subsequent burning made her curl up.

Elena opened her mouth slightly, trying to make some noise to vent the pain in her body, but in the end she couldn't even make a hoarse cry.She could only try hard to tense her whole body, even the toes in the moccasin boots were half-bent, the magic power flowed like a thin film covering her skin, trying to resist the pain caused by the flames.

But Elina forgot that she fell in front of the Mage's Seat, and on the Mage's Seat, there was still that lich——

Bone's feet landed on her slender shoulders, rolling them back and forth.Modo itself doesn't have much power, but following its movements, a wave of cold necromantic magic power rushed towards the girl, destroying her humble resistance to pieces.

And the voice of the lich, like a tarsal maggot, followed:

"Are you familiar? Are you familiar? I think you should be very familiar with this way of using magic power—"

It continued to laugh loudly with that crackling sound, and the bone's arm was waving back and forth in the air, as if the conductor of the orchestra was composing his own melody:

"Oh~ maybe I overestimated you, I don't think his descendants would have such skills as him, maybe you never learned such sword skills-although I don't want to admit it, but I was really confused at the beginning Embarrassed. If you can be like him, I'm afraid there is still a glimmer of hope, but!"

"You are too weak."

Its foot suddenly placed behind the girl's waist, and then kicked it out.Alina didn't have the strength to resist at all, she rolled forward following the Lich's kick, and finally stopped in front of a flaming sword.

"Come on, take a good look at her. Do you know that she wants to kill me? Is it funny, is it funny? She wants to kill me even for a weak thing that can't beat a rabbit on the ice field—"

The scorching flame exudes an unreal temperature, and the girl's golden hair is a little curly.She wanted to rekindle Chi Yan's blade on the hilt in her arms, but she couldn't even move a single finger.

"Move."

"Move, please, please..."

She prayed that her body could stretch out as usual, but compared to the begging in her heart, another voice was louder, like rumbling thunder, mixed with the voice of the lich, and her whole mind was overwhelmed. occupy--

"Elena, don't you know it? Meteor Flame Wheel Sword, the sword skill passed down by Visconti's family, that's right, the sword skill that only swordsmen can master, you won't be able to learn it in ten years Sword skills—"

"Erina, look quickly, don't you know the patterns on the sword? That's right, the butterfly's wings, aren't they beautiful? That's the crest of the Visconti family, it's yours !"

"Erina, look carefully..."

That noisy voice echoed repeatedly, forcefully pouring those details that she didn't want to accept into her mind one by one, one by one louder than the other, like the cascading waves, slapping heavily on that name. On the reef of "thought", smash its foundations one by one.

She held her head in her hands, trying to drive these messy voices out of her mind, but she couldn't help but look at the place mentioned by the voice.Swept across the long sword, the broken breastbone, and the empty eye sockets.

She tried hard to calm her heart and not be disturbed by these things.

But even she didn't know that those purple eyes with magnificent light gradually dimmed.

"Elena, Elena, Elena, don't you recognize who it is? That's right, it's—"

The lich's voice suddenly coincided with the voice in his head, and the flame-covered long sword was slowly raised, hovering over her head, and would fall in the next second.

The space is full of Modo's joking smiles, and the answer doesn't need to be said, the girl already knows it in her heart.

She closed her eyes.

But the Lich will not let go of any opportunity to make people fall into despair. It purposely prolongs its voice until it sees that the girl's body is no longer moving. Like a dying fish, it doesn't even have the strength to hop for the last time. , and then slowly prepared to say that word:

"It is, Bo..."

However, as soon as its voice sounded, a swift silver light whizzed through the air and shot towards it, hitting the back of the chair next to its head with a "dang".

And the figure of the skeleton that was raising the sword was tilted, and then a gleaming sword blade stabbed obliquely from the middle of its chest, and after picking and twisting, its right arm was removed.

Amid the clattering sounds of bones and the long sword falling to the ground, Elena opened her eyes, and what she saw was the long sword with butterfly wings painted on the gauntlet, falling in front of her.

Then she saw the white bone being kicked over by someone, and then a calm, but cheerful, sunny boy's voice sounded:

"It doesn't matter who it is."

"You are Visconti."

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and the brilliance of magic power attached to the purple eyes again. In an instant, there seemed to be a river of stars flowing in them, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, washing away the confused gray mist.

She saw the gray-brown figure with messy short hair knock over the skeleton that was trying to get up with a punch, and the other hand holding the sword was bleeding profusely, dripping to the ground, like a rain column falling from the eaves during a heavy rain , and then the figure turned around, there were a few embarrassing cuts on the face with obvious elf features, but there was no wave in the expression.

"Stand up, Alina, and take that sword."

"Take up the sword that belonged to your ancestor, and do what he failed to do."

"Kill it."

　Stand up Alina!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)