Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 656
The black and red thunder struck down repeatedly, and Cyril didn't want to stop here, but every lightning strike precisely blocked his route of trying to leave the tower, and even drove him back to the roof of the church further back.

He has no time to care about where Kindred is, and he is fully focused on the thunder and "The Devourer" Weishlingen that may come at any time.

No, Cyril can't judge whether Weisslingen is still Weisslingen at this time-he never imagined that what Awen Saxon planned was to stuff himself into Weisslingen's body !
What is this?Even if your Feather of Isis and Vesselingen are both products of the dark side of the gods, how can the Dark Sea God and the Dark Beast God merge?

It's unreasonable!

The Poseidon's spear [Schlaholden] in his hand gave him a feeling of anxiety at this moment, as if telling him that the situation in front of him could not be allowed to continue.But why is Cyril not clear?
He only hated that he didn't face the dark side of the God of Nature as Nora at this time. At least Nora is proficient in archery and can equip him with a long-range bow instead of staring at the boss here. Go directly to the second stage——

The time left for him is not enough, the surrounding fire element is getting stronger and stronger, and the meteorite that is slowly falling from the sky is not far from the top of the head; and the giant in front of him is still shrinking in size at this moment , the recovered seawater is being transformed into another form of magic power, perfectly transitioning to the new form of Vishlingen.

Cyril took a deep breath, and through the blockade of lightning in front of him, he could tell that it was not Urella or Isis from the dark side who was in control of Vishlingen at this moment, but It was that troublesome young man, Alvin Saxon.

He could see that the young man was still conscious, and even looked much better than when he climbed the mage's tower before.From this point, it is clear that Alvin Saxon has achieved his goal.

Become the leader of the negative emotions of the two gods...directly turn the ready-made power into one's own, and thus become the superior person——

Cyril didn't know what words to use to describe Alvin Saxon's ambition, but it happened that Alvin Saxon achieved it.If he had known that he was holding such a plan, then Cyril would not have considered concealing his identity to deal with him before, but would have simply gone forward, one size fits all!

Raising tigers is a problem!
Cyril did not intend to procrastinate any further, and took advantage of the interval between Thunderbolt's bombardment to pull out his [Adonis' Judgment], but closed his eyes and then opened them again, and several blue wind knight figures had already formed in front of him.

And at the very front, the lower body of the tallest wind knight is wrapped in black shadows, it is [Wind Riding Knight Ennis].

"Wind Knight!"

"cold day!"

There was a lot of shouting among the wind knights, and a wind knight in the center with a staggered military flag behind him raised his hand and put a horn that Cyril had never seen before to his mouth.

So the sobbing and mournful sound of the horn echoed among the thunderstorms, as if the cold pass was going to lie in front of him, and at the same time there were huge bells shaking on both sides, rumbling and deafening——

"The time for guarding has come!"

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

While the majestic bell was ringing, the wind knights had turned over and mounted their mounts, and even without Cyril opening his mouth, they had already launched a charge against the giant in the distance.

Cyril had no time to explore the reason for the sudden excitement of these wind knights, and he didn't even have time to cheer for the cyan figures who broke through the thunder and went away, so he took out his second support from his arms:

【Book of Heroic Spirits】.

The figures of Sir Mrak and Hedlon, the lion chariot, appeared one after another. Originally, with Cyril's power, he could only summon the spirit knights in the first two pages.

But just when Cyril was about to close the Book of Heroes habitually, and was about to charge after the wind knights who had rushed to the near side of Vesselingen, the pages of the Book of Heroes turned backwards by themselves, rattling Amidst the sound of turning the pages, it froze on the very rear page——

Cyril looked down in surprise, and what appeared on the page was a spirit knight wearing a triangular helmet and holding a giant sword.

Cyril recognized him at a glance.

The spirit extinguishing army, the commander of the spirit knights.

Heart of Flame, Etienne de Chanoir.

Why can the Book of Heroic Spirits be turned so far all of a sudden?

Before Cyril understood the current situation, the Commander of the Spirit Knights had already stepped out of the Book of Heroes, and nodded slightly to him: "Legion Commander, long time no see."

"Long time no see..." Cyril stammered, "but why are you..."

"It's the Book of Heroes." Etienne looked towards Vishlingen in the distance, "The filthy breath touched the power buried in the Book of Heroes, allowing me to appear early...Although I can't exert all my power, I can still It’s a little bit of an effort.”

Before Cyril could speak, he had already drawn out his great sword.

Following his movement, the Book of Heroic Spirits flipped naturally, and one after another, the figures of spirit knights appeared behind Etienne de Chanoir, everyone holding The big sword stands solemnly.

Sir Mrak and Hedlorn saluted Eddie Anzi, and then naturally joined the spirit knight's troops.

"Nolongard—Quiet Spirit!"

"Fight for continuation!"

Amidst the deep roar, the spirit knights strode forward and charged, their figures appearing and disappearing from time to time, shuttling between the black and red thunder, so fast that they almost caught up with the wind knight who was one step ahead of them.

In the book of heroes in Cyril's hand, there was only the last page left, which could not be opened.

That was the page that belonged to that dragonborn, Sigrid.

He calmed down and put the Book of Heroes away again.In this brief gap, the Coral Figure has filled up his vacant magic power, allowing him to return to a full state.

The group of wind knights at the front had already collided with Vishlingen for the first time. The wind brigade knight Ennis drew two staggered blue winds and black shadows, breaking the outer water shell of Vishlingen, The wind knights charged indiscriminately from top to bottom, and the halberds in the hands of each wind knight shone brightly, illuminating their unrefined faces.

Then a series of dazzling lights exploded from the giant's head to its feet, its mournful roar sounded in mid-air, and the face of Evan Saxon sitting in the core of New Vishlingen also showed a look of pain.

Those shining purple-red thunders fell indiscriminately on the wind knight who crashed into the seawater layer in Vesselingen's body this time and began to charge wantonly. Cyril only felt that the number of wind knights linked to his spirit quickly dissipated Then, in the blink of an eye, there is not much left——

He raised his head and looked to the distance ahead. Ennis, the knight of the wind brigade, was lingering on the head of the gradually ferocious and detailed giant beast in Vishlingen, stepping on the sharp horn protruding from the top of the monster's head, holding a sword in his left hand Holding the gun in his right hand, both of them swung downward at the same time.

Immediately, the cyan and black arcs shone again in this space. They were like two intertwined and entangled threads. The moment they cut into the seawater layer, they began to spin rapidly. Layers formed a vortex, just like the scene when you first jumped off the Napoleon and cleared the sea——

And the violent black and red lightning had already struck towards him, but Ennis didn't even intend to dodge, but just raised his head, looking resolutely at the lightning that fell towards him.

"Crack - crack -"

His figure was shattered in the roaring thunder, breaking the last link of Cyril's spirit.

This attack in just a few short breaths caused far more trauma to Neuwischlingen than anyone could have imagined.The new body of the giant beast, which had gradually shown muscle texture and fur layers, became bumpy at this moment.

This giant beast changed from a standing posture to a posture with four legs on the ground. On the face that was becoming more complete, the eyes lit up with a fierce red light, as if it had been completely enraged by Cyril's methods.

It raised its head suddenly and let out a deafening roar like a dragon.The purple-red electric arc jumped around its body in an instant, and the sea water that had not been absorbed by it also accelerated crazily, rushing towards its body.

self-healing—

Anyone with a discerning eye can understand the intentions of New Vishlingen at this time.

But the Spirit-Extinguishing Legion led by Etienne de Chanoir, Heart of Bright Flame, had followed the wind knights and rushed to it.

"Go, destroy the sea water it is trying to use to repair its body!"

Etienne held a big sword, charged at the forefront, and pointed to one side casually, and nearly half of the spirit knights dispersed immediately, jumping towards the sea water that was wriggling like flesh and blood, and threw his big sword Hit hard on those sea water.

This move immediately aroused the hatred of New Vishlingen. The young man sitting at the core couldn't bear his plan to be hindered so much, so he raised his strong new claws, and with thunder light, he slapped those spirit knights vigorously. go.

But just as it swung its sharp claws, a figure jumped up to a height of more than ten meters from the ground, and it was level with its head in the blink of an eye——

"Fall, in Nolongard's sigh!"

The giant sword in Etienne de Chanoir's hand was instantly bright like a sunburst, so dazzling that New Vishlingen couldn't help but look back.And when it was about to respond, the bright sun had already fallen along, hitting his long and pointed snout——

"Woooo!!"

Amidst the painful howls, Etienne de Chanoir's body flew out in a burst of thunder, and the body of New Vishlingen uncontrollably tilted to one side .

"boom!"

Its huge body crashed to the ground, almost slipping down the sloping hillside to the top of the hill.And a group of spirit knights seized the opportunity to charge at this moment, jumped and smashed their own heavy blows, repeatedly stabbing the exposed abdomen of New Vishlingen!

All of a sudden, the new Vishlingen, which was formed by the fusion of Urella and Isis from the dark side, and led by Ivan Saxon, completely fell into a disadvantage!
Cyril looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. It was hard for him to imagine that the negative emotional bodies of the two gods could be suppressed and beaten by a group of descendants.This made him, who was carrying the Seagod Spear [Schlaholden], a little bit at a loss as to what to do——

Urella probably didn't expect that her appointed thug would achieve such remarkable results without using the power he gave her, right?

But this joy did not last for a few seconds. Kindred on one side had already floated to his side like a seabird. The tension on his face did not mean to recede in the slightest. Instead, he shouted even more tensely:

"coming!"

Before she finished speaking, Cyril could only hear a sound of thunder that pierced through heaven and earth from ahead——

The dense meteorites above the head of New Vishlingen shattered together in a thick thunder column, turned into flying fragments, and fell on Jufer Island and the surrounding sea in advance.And the thunderbolt didn't intend to stop after tearing up the meteorites. Instead, it fell even more quickly, hitting the body of New Vishlingen straight.

Those spirit knights who were still gathered around Vishlingen, scrambling to attack every minute and every second, never thought that there would be such a crop, and the figures were broken in an instant.

The only one who lasted a little longer was Etienne de Chanoir, Heart of Flame, but he only managed to swing three more swords before being mercilessly dispersed by the purple-red thunder pillar.

In the blink of an eye, the good situation just now collapsed completely, and the figures of Wind Knight and Spirit Knight disappeared.

The only thing left in front of Cyril was the giant beast that was slowly standing up.

Its body has already been constructed, almost only one-tenth of its original size, but every strong muscle, every hair fluttering in the thunder light, every shiny scale that is attached to the muscles The shape of the shell, as well as the huge magical power overflowing from a distance, all prove that its strength has not diminished due to its smaller size.

If it didn't have those scars on its shell and the blue-black whirlpool left by Ennis on its head, no one would think that it had just experienced a siege.

Its body shape is like a giant wolf, but it is stronger than a giant wolf, and its back is wider. Silver, black and a touch of gold are the main components of its body hair. There are electric arcs dancing on the wide long tail, and the pointed long hair on the top of its head. The tip of the double horns is also flashing with lightning, and a round of amazing attacks will erupt at any time.

At this moment, only Cyril and Kindred were left facing the almost harmless new Vishlingen.

"Beast blood... recovery..."

Kindred bit his lips tightly and spoke in jerky La Rochelle. This word perfectly explained why Neue Vishlingen was able to maintain such an excellent state at the moment, but it also added a layer of haze to their psychology. .

Cyril took a few deep breaths and adjusted his state. He could feel the chest and abdomen under the extension line of the wolf's kiss. At this moment, at the core part protected by heavy muscles and scales, Evan Saxon just looked at himself leisurely , seems to be preparing to mock himself.

Now is the moment of decisive battle.

(End of this chapter)