Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 657
The young half-elf Earl held a golden spear and stood on the roof of the main chapel of St. Mir's Church.The gold-rimmed blue-bottomed Poseidon lacquer painting on the eaves on both sides has peeled off under the erosion of sea water, revealing the bare dark ancient wood more than 400 years ago.

On the opposite side of him was the new Vishlingen, which was surrounded by purple-red thunder, even if it was shrunk to one tenth of its original size, and its size was more than ten times his size.

"Find a way to protect yourself." He lowered his voice and said to the girl beside him, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the determination on Kindred's cold face.She didn't respond, but just took a few steps towards the rear obliquely, and leaned against an eaves.

Cyril didn't care about what the girl with the feather of Isis was planning. He looked straight at New Vishlingen, facing Evan Saxon at its core, and then saw the black-haired young man Unruly, with a sarcastic smile.

His heart trembled inexplicably, and he subconsciously flew to the side, only to see that giant beast's front paw swung from bottom to top, and a thunderbolt wrapped around the rock swung by it, heading towards the holy place like a meteorite. Mir Church flew straight towards the place where Cyril was standing before.

Amidst a loud bang, the whole church shook violently—the stone was poured obliquely from below, and directly smashed through the roof where Cyril was originally. Almost the entire eaves of the main church were torn off.

The exquisite glass that remained on both sides of the church was all shattered, and the thunder spread in the church below, twisting rows of benches into pieces.

Cyril was holding the spear, and before he could slow down, two thunderbolts flew towards him—this time, they didn't aim at him at all, but hit the main entrance of St. Mir's Church.

The thick stone pillars were blown off in the middle, and the entire outer wall of the front was riddled with holes under the damage of the thunder. In the blink of an eye, St. Mir's Church, which was still solemn and solemn just now, became a ruin.

He lowered his head and saw that the sea god statue carved out of coral was also broken and crooked on the ground at this moment, and could no longer be repaired.

The face of the young earl seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and he pulled out his long sword again with the other hand. The ruby ​​in the gauntlet gleamed with black mist, which immediately turned into a shadow at the slightest movement of his mind. opened, instantly enveloping his figure in the shadows.

"I still want to sneak, sneaky!"

Alvin Saxon sneered, the body of the whole monster fit him perfectly, and the will of Vishlingen and the Feather of Isis did not interfere with him in any way. After a short period of adaptation, he could accurately Manipulate every part of this body.

The moment he saw the young half-elf disappear in his eyes, he immediately raised the giant claw of New Vishlingen, and in an instant thunder roared, covering the place where Cyril disappeared and the ten meters in front of him. pavement.

The falling thunder light even aroused the fire elements that had covered the sky, and a piece of sky fire ignited from the top of the head, burning blazingly and falling to the ground one after another.

This tyrannical thunderbolt did not disappoint Ivan Saxon's expectations. A thunderbolt at its border precisely hit a figure—the half-elf figure holding a golden spear was struck by the thunderbolt and headed towards Xinwei. The direction of Schlingen flew out.

"I've caught you!" Alvin Saxon immediately controlled his body and rushed forward, his strong muscles driving his sharp claws to smash down forcefully, just one click was enough to smash the young man's body into a meat paste.

But it was too late and then too soon, the figure that had just flown out of control suddenly turned in the air, bounced up on the ground in Aiwen's sight, and forcibly drew a "L" with the strokes upside down "!"
Cyril took a deep breath. He saw that the giant beast's movements could no longer be changed before responding. The gust of wind rising from below lifted his body flat, allowing him to quickly reach the level of the giant beast's head. the height of.

From below came the sound of the giant beast's palm hitting the ground firmly, and it seemed that the entire Scarborough Mountain trembled violently due to the slap.But Cyril did not have the joy of fooling Ivan Saxon and catching the gap. He quickly pulled out "Hemer's Traveling Clothes", and his figure disappeared in the sight of the fierce eyes of New Vishlingen in an instant. .

Alvin Saxon's eyes narrowed—from his perspective, Cyril's disappearance was so sudden this time, even his breath disappeared completely.

But at this moment, he is no longer the "Marcus Scotto" who was in the courtyard and needed to suppress himself. The inexhaustible thunder power was instantly shattered in Cyril's eyes with his glance. Another disappearance of the place!
"Crack-knock-"

The snake of thunder and lightning wandered in the air, igniting the violent fire element, and set off a dazzling thunder and fire.But this grand fireworks didn't make Alvin Saxon feel much joy of success. He had a keen insight that the annoying earl definitely escaped his own blow!
The idea had just been born, and Evan Saxon's pupils shrank suddenly, and the eyes of New Wieslingen immediately focused on the front—a bright golden light was rapidly replacing other lusters in the burst of fireworks set off by it , In the blink of an eye, it seemed like tomorrow, and with a rapidly falling figure, it smashed towards the head of New Vishlingen!
Spear of the Sea God, Schlaholden!

The light on the spear in his hand was like a burning flame, but the body of the spear was still cold.Cyril held the handle of the gun with both hands, and the coral figure was continuously transporting the faint golden magic power into his body at this moment, and then transferred it to the spear.The magic power spread out from the tip of the spear, and in the blink of an eye, the water droplets turned into a vast ocean, covering him and the entire head of New Vishlingen!

He clearly saw the blue-black vortex left by the wind brigade knight Ennis between the two long horns flooded with lightning; and at the moment, there was a gap in the root of the horn on the left, which was exactly Left behind by the slash of Etienne de Chanoir, Heart of Flame.

At this moment, in the eyes of Evan Saxon, behind the half-elf who fell from the sky with a spear in hand, the magic power was as dazzling as a pair of open wings.The fluctuation of the magic power emanating from the tip of the spear caused more than half of the magic power belonging to Vesselingen to tremble, giving him a feeling of fear——

"What are you talking about, push me up!"

He roared angrily, and the next moment New Vesselingen's upper body was raised abruptly, and he took the initiative to meet Cyril's attack with his head!
"Want to fight head-to-head? You deserve it too!"

Cyril heard the roar of a young man coming from the mouth of the Vishlingen beast.The pair of long horns and pointed lightning condensed, and instantly became a huge ball of light, as if this was the capital to fight the Seagod Spear in his hand.

He immediately adjusted the direction of the spear point in his hand, and was about to insert Schlaholden at the long horn, but two black water spouts swirled from both sides, one left and one right, and swept him in first!

"Kill... devour... die!"

Countless voices of resentment poured out of the waterspout, almost bursting Cyril's mind in an instant.He almost failed to hold the long spear in his hand, but a faint sound of "Shock" sounded from his body, like a pinning needle in the sea, dispelling all those voices in an instant.

Cyril immediately stabilized his mind. The two waterspouts, which were extremely dark blue and almost as black as ink, had merged into a vortex, entangled him tightly in it, and at the same time, the tricky magic flow repeatedly collided with the tip of the spear like a spinning top. The flow of magic power is subtly trying to eliminate the power of the Seagod's Spear.

And below, the spheres of light on the pair of long horns are still compressing, and there is only one intention revealed in the fierce red eyes - take advantage of this blow to completely eliminate him!

In this brutal strangling formation, Cyril was extremely calm.Still holding the spear tightly with both hands, he glanced at the turbulent flow of magic power wrapped around the tip of the spear, his arm suddenly exerted force, and he swung it horizontally twice, and cut it off easily——

Urella's negative emotions dare to challenge the sharpness of the Sea God's Spear?

These two light movements made Cyril feel the timidity from the vortex.He simply let go of his control over his body, waved the spear with both hands, and let the vortex spin him.

And this dancing Schlaholden is like a round of tomorrow that starts to spin at a high speed. Wherever it passes, those waterspouts that try to entangle Cyril all avoid its edge and are dispersed by it!

In an instant, the seawater layer that entangled Cyril in it was completely broken by Schlaholden!

He quickly spun the spear with both hands, and the point of the spear pointed downward again. This time, there was no obstacle in front of him, only the pair of long horns and the thunderball on the long horns remained.Without the slightest hesitation, Cyril sent his arms forward, and threw [Schlaholden] flying out like a throw.

"laugh--"

The golden spear left no sound in the air, only a disappearing golden light.

The entire spear did not enter the lightning ball above Vesselingen's head.

At this moment, the violent elements of magic power fell into silence at this moment. Cyril, who was being healed by the statue of Poseidon and was being healed by the statue of Poseidon, was unable to control his body at this moment, and fell into a free fall. Falls in front of Wiechlingen.

He squinted his eyes, watching the golden tomorrow crashing into the dazzling ball of light.

Then, there was a "hissing" sound in the air——

It was the sound of magic being torn apart.

The golden sun disc is getting brighter and brighter, as if it is about to emerge from the light ball of thunder and lightning.But the surrounding magic power has already flown up, turning into wandering thunder snakes one after another, and the milk swallows flew into the light ball of thunder and lightning like throwing themselves into their arms.

As a result, the Lightning Ball also began to expand, Schlaholden tried in vain to break through its limitations, and the Lightning Ball tried its best to compress it inside.The magic power between each other is colliding all the time, igniting the air, burning sparks all over the sky, and burning a dazzling fire rain.

And after this short but long period of anxiety.

"Snapped--"

The coral figure in Cyril's arms suddenly shattered.

Along with the inaudible sound of the portrait shattering in this environment, Schlaholden's ball of light and the black-red lightning ball of light exploded at the same moment——

The sound disappeared, as did the light, and the world fell into a silent titanium white.

Then the roar of the explosion from the depths of the soul began to sound, and Mount Scarborough shook violently, as if it was about to collapse due to the explosion.

The young man whose body was still in mid-air flew out of the sudden burst of magic power, and was thrown tens of meters away in an instant.

Black, red and golden lights filled the entire square, and the diffused circles of light tore each other out of the island and spread to the surface of the sea outside, immediately pushing the sea water around Uve Island to the outside for tens of meters. , rolled up a strange huge wave.

The entire Jufo Island is like a "no water" area in the ocean, standing between the bare ocean surrounds.

After that, the center of the magic power explosion set off a beam of light that went straight into the sky——

Its light is far better than any light protected by the gods. The moment it rose into the sky, it even tore up the fire cloud of "Doomsday Judgment". The burning meteorites that were already falling were all destroyed by this magic riot. Broken and split into small pieces, the meteor smashed towards Ufo Island and the surrounding sea at a faster speed.

At the same time, the Minangka Volcano on the side of New Orway Harbor is extremely far away from Ufo Island.

The volcano, which had been gaining momentum for a long time, roared.

Black smoke erupted from the crater, and the scorching lava rose into the sky under strong pressure, and then turned into flowing flames, igniting the surrounding mountains.

The ash cloud of the volcano spread indiscriminately to the surroundings, covering the entire Port of New Orway in the blink of an eye.

And the truly terrifying volcanic magma has just begun to flow down at this moment.

The young half-elf fell to the ground, and the clothes on his body were extremely torn, almost only the inner armor [Adonis's Heroism] was considered intact.Under the impact of magic power, even the body of the holy skeleton could not bear it, and his whole body was numb at the moment.

The beam of light that exploded just now has disappeared, and the square around him is now full of burning flames.The St. Mir's Church behind him was already incomplete, and there was not a single complete building on the square—as for the Poseidon statue on the square, it was naturally broken into several pieces.

Cyril struggled to get up, Shila Horden, the spear of the sea god, was not in his hand, and the coral statue was also broken. He immediately put on a set of cursed armor of Adonis, grasped the sword and shield tightly, and looked forward at the same time ——

The huge body of New Vishlingen was kneeling in an area more than ten meters away from the center of the explosion. The head part was facing Cyril. The pair of eyes still flashed fierce red light, but the two long hairs on the top of the head The corners are all broken.

But Cyril couldn't read any "frustration" from it, but felt from it, from Alvin Saxon, a strong will to win.

Then, the ferocious beast face grinned and stuck out its long tongue.

From its tongue, a piece of something that was slightly invisible compared to its body fell to the ground, making a crisp "ding".

And Cyril's pupils shrank at the moment it fell.

That's Schlaholden.

But it has lost its luster, the extension of the magic power has disappeared, and it has completely changed back to the useless remnant that I saw at the beginning.

　Actually it's not Thunder Wolf Dragon, it's Prison Wolf Dragon!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)