Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 658 Is This Thunder Punishment, Or a Blessing?
The Sea God's Spear, Shila Horden, lost its brilliance.

The broken coral figure quietly slipped from Cyril's sleeve and fell to the ground in front of him.He looked down, and the dull portrait seemed to be mocking, or proclaiming.

In a collision with all its strength, all the power given by Urella was lost.

And his opponent—even if the long horn on the top of his head is broken at this moment, his face is bloody, and the upper half of Wolf Kiss is blown open.

But other than that, it seemed to have no other trauma.

Cyril's heart sank suddenly.

This is the suppression of absolute strength.

It has nothing to do with the realm. The power of these negative emotions from gods and gods is like additional armor on him and Ivan Saxon, and it will not suddenly raise their self-professional level to extraordinary.

There is no more dexterous way to control magic power, and even the original skills become clumsy when the magic power far exceeds what one can bear. Rough use, rough confrontation, ushered in rough results——

Your "armor" is not as good as mine, so you are the one who loses."

The mockery from the opponent's gaze made Cyril feel like a goat whose horns had been pulled out. Although he still had the stubbornness of a goat at the moment, under the body that was still so strong that it could crush a mortal if it shrunk three times, Such stubbornness seemed even more useless.

He exhaled deeply, spat out two mouthfuls of bruised blood, then stubbornly raised the shield and sword in his hand, and faced the giant beast in front of him.

"Is there only this level of strength that Stanley Clemens has been striving for?"

It was the voice of Alvin Saxon joking.

He moved his strong body and walked slowly towards Cyril.Compared with before the two sides collided, the lingering thunder light on his body disappeared at this moment, and the flowing but hard gray long hair trembled slightly as it walked. Every step mobilized the peristalsis of the muscles, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The damaged bluestone floor was trampled into pieces as it advanced, and when it stopped in front of Cyril, the sense of disparity in body shape became even more obvious.

"Do you have a last word? I can let the carrion vulture record your elegy."

Those red eyes full of killing intent stared at the half-elf below him, and issued an ultimatum.

Cyril raised his head and looked at the behemoth.

After that, the sword and shield in his hand glowed with blue light.

Before the coral statue shattered, it replenished all the magic power that could not be converted into Shilaholden into his body. Although there was not much left, it finally nourished the almost dry body just now.

And at the moment when he raised the sword, the giant beast above his head finally lost his last patience. It raised its palm suddenly, and smashed down on the half-elf below like a mountain. The strong wind alone almost knocked the half-elf away. The boy pressed into the ground.

Cyril could hardly breathe, and he tried his best to point the long sword upwards, and the coercion had already broken his arm.He stared wide-eyed, watching the light above his head being swallowed bit by bit——

Then, darkness swallowed him in.

Every hair was trembling, and there was a humming sound between the bones and muscles. In the darkness, he felt the great force of suffocation being pressed down bit by bit.

From the feedback of the tip and hard body hair from the longsword, Adonis' Judgment stood firm against an enemy far beyond itself, just as it had served its former master.However, just like the undead knight who was swallowed by the mist, its current owner is about to lose his life.

The sword trembled unwillingly, and the shadow gushing out from the red gemstone tried to construct a sharper outer layer, but it was easily shattered under Vishlingen's giant palm.

All this happened in an instant, but the slowness brought by death made him feel like he had accepted a delay.

He suddenly felt a little confused.

Life in this second life is not like in the time-traveling novel, where you can enjoy a life in another world from the beginning. Everything happens in a hurry, driven by pressure, running back and forth.

Although the journey along the way is very exciting, no matter what kind of experience it is, it is better than the experience in the game-except for the lack of crushing pleasure when slashing monsters, and it is hard to play a soul-like game. Besides, it's not bad.

It's just that the future has just shifted slightly, and the wheel of history has just turned in another direction. He hasn't figured out what the gods are calling him to come here for, and all kinds of problems.

He also hasn't experienced many things that he didn't experience in his previous life, he hasn't had time to give back to the girl who likes him, he hasn't found Caroline's father back, and he hasn't been able to achieve higher achievements...

At this moment, a force suddenly hit Cyril's waist.His body, which was already unable to balance under the pressure of external force, was immediately sent flying obliquely like a cannonball. In a hurry, Cyril only saw a white figure following him, trying to rush out of the giant palm together with him. shrouded range.

But in the end, it was he who fell to the ground, and one leg of that figure had no time to pull out from under the giant palm, and was slapped on the ground on the spot——

"what--"

The girl's painful scream sounded in the air, and the wobbly white bird lost its ability to balance. No matter how she flapped its wings, it couldn't fly again.

Her body hit the ground, bounced continuously, and fell into the arms of Cyril who had just got up.

Cyril lowered his head, facing the stubborn expression of the girl biting her lips while holding back tears from falling.He didn't dare to look under her half-stained velvet cloak, he only knew that she was pale from the pain and had almost fainted.

The young count looked at the girl from the Isis Holy Order, and couldn't say a word at this moment.He didn't know what gave the other party the courage to endure such pain, but the girl obviously didn't intend to listen to his words of comfort.

The blue lips opened and closed slightly, and spoke a few unfluent La Rochelle words in a weak voice:
"I... chest... feathers..."

Cyril held his breath, stretched out his hand to lift off her coat, and pressed it against the girl's soft and cold chest at the moment.

Then he touched a feather.

Feather of Isis.

The moment he squeezed the feather and pulled out his hand, Kindred closed her eyes, and the surviving weak breathing proved that she just passed out.Cyril only had time to hastily cast a wind of nature for her, but then a wilder haze of anger rolled up in front of her——

Alvin Saxon!He is not the kind of "evil decent" who will let his opponent recuperate!The moment he saw the half-elf boy escape from his palm, he had already controlled the giant beast's body and soared into the air.

This huge body is extremely stretched in the air, like a giant eagle, and that wide tail is the killer weapon of this attack, wider, faster and more powerful than the palm just now foot!

"I'll see where you can escape!"

Cyril hugged Kindred and retreated subconsciously, but then he realized that the opponent's attack range was wider than he had imagined, and the distance he retreated in his current state was not enough to exit the opponent's attack range !

Is it still necessary to die under the attack of Ivan Saxon?

He gritted his teeth tightly. Under the eyes of Soul Burning Silence and Setanrio, the speed advantage of Weisslingen's surprise attack did not exist. Far……

Wait a minute, I dodged?
When he realized this, Vesselingen's tail had slammed on the ground, leaving an oval depression.

But Cyril stood on the flat ground ten meters away from the depression, unscathed——

My speed has increased?My strength has become stronger?
Questions flashed through his mind quickly, and then, Cyril realized the answer to all this——

It was the feather that was still pinched in his right hand.

Feather of Isis!
The god of beasts and war, Isis, possessed the most impressive body of any god.The god of the earth is not as hard as him, and the god of wind is not as fast as him. If we only talk about the body, he is invincible.

But at this moment, this feather containing the power of Isis is being pinched in his hand, and at this moment, he has obtained a physical quality far beyond the original concept.

Cyril released his right hand, but the feather disappeared at this moment.He widened his eyes, thinking that he had misread.

At this moment, a blue light path shines on his right arm.

He immediately turned his arm over, and what appeared on the back of the arm was the shape of a sword.

The Moonstone shone brightest, and it was the core source of the sword's power.

And the outline of the sword is now also lit up.

"The end has never stopped, every era, every era, I saw their choice in the age of the gods, we want to reproduce that choice, we intend to create a sword, with the horn of the dragonborn as a protection The hand, the bone of the heroic human soul is cast into the blade, the feather of the beast god is given to it spirituality, and the eternal stone of the elf is the source, in this way—to face the end that is everywhere—”

The words of the great sage Setanrio came to mind word by word, and the beautiful blue circuit in front of him was lit up. The feather of Isis, the feather of the beast god, is just one of the components of this sword——

The power was fed back to Cyril's body from the sword, and he felt comfortable groans from every part of himself, and the strength of his body rose straight up.

And the body of the holy corpse also gave feedback on his physical changes. If his body is regarded as a computer, then the bones of the holy corpse are the motherboard that carries the hardware. Still able to accommodate perfectly.

This sense of power improvement far surpasses the changes when the Moonstone was possessed. At the same time, the improvement of the body makes the capacity of the element pool that is already close to the cap expand again-he feels that if it is his own element pool at this moment, he can even use it The entire Wind Knights, together with the Cold Sky Fortress, called out.

As his body changed, the dark clouds above his head also began to condense, breaking through the blockade of the fire element. The moment he exhaled deeply, a bright thunderbolt tore through the sky and fell from midair!
"Crack!"

Seeing the falling thunder, Cyril subconsciously raised the sword in his hand, waved it in mid-air, and immediately wrapped the thunder light around the long sword.

He lowered his head slightly and saw that Kindred was completely asleep, so he put her lightly on the ground.

Then the sword, which seemed to have grown a bit, was raised obliquely, and the tip of the sword pointed to Weisslingen in front.

Every hair of the ferocious wolf stood on end at this moment, and a low roar came from its throat.Seeing the suddenly refurbished half-elf boy, Vishlingen didn't even plan to rush forward to attack again.

"Do you think you can beat me if you get that part?"

Alvin Saxon's voice was still steady, but Cyril could tell that it no longer had the confidence it had before.

"Are you trying to say that your reliance still lies in the power of Vishlingen and the power of the feather of Isis?"

He looked at the still ferocious giant beast, and his voice was sent out steadily under the expansion of the wind.

"During the disadvantage just now, I noticed one thing, Alvin Saxon."

"Did you remember that you haven't said your last words yet?" Alvin Saxon replied coldly.

But the half-elf boy seemed to have not heard what he said, and started talking to himself:

"Why didn't you release your thunder again, but simply wanted to kill me with physical strength?"

"Are you a killer who gets a kick out of slapping your enemies into mincemeat? I don't think so. Ever since you entered the mafia, your style has always been to achieve results more efficiently, so do it."

"I know your style, and I'm quite sure of it."

"Then obviously, killing me with lightning is the most efficient, isn't it?"

"But why don't you do it?"

As he spoke, he slowly moved forward.

These words hit Ivan Saxon's heart like a heavy hammer. He seemed to have forgotten that he was sitting in the body of a giant beast, and subconsciously wanted to back away——

And the scene presented in the square was that the giant beast shrank back under the threatening steps of the tiny half-elf.

He quickly realized the timidity he showed, stopped immediately, and let out an angry growl, but what responded to him was the half-elf boy's low, emotionless laughter.

"If I'm not mistaken, your pair of long horns are the source of the black and red lightning's power, right?"

"I believe that the Seagod's power can at least solve the things he should be responsible for solving. Vesselingen's ability to control sea water should have disappeared."

"But now it seems that Urella's power has not lost his identity, and he has exceeded his mission."

"So now, what are you left with?"

"A body with the physical abilities of Isis?"

He raised his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up on his handsome face, revealing a ferocious smile.

"But now, I also have this power."

The young earl holds a long sword, and thunder light surrounds him.

Sorrowful clouds surged, and this time the thunder sounded for him.

　How many chapters are left? This volume is finally coming to an end...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)