Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 659

Thunder and lightning once again rumbled over the ruins of the harbor sanctuary, but this time the thunder light was no longer the tired black and red, but the gold that hit the soul one after another.

The body of the young earl shuttled under the limbs of the giant beast like a ghost. The limbs of the giant beast were strong and powerful, and every slap made the entire Mount Scarborough shake.It hit the ground continuously, and sometimes jumped up, its entire body folded in the air, and then it smashed down with its tail. The strong wind alone caused a depression on the ground that had been bombarded by meteorites.

But even that attack fell flat.

The young earl dodged every attack lightly, and the wind pressure from Vesselingen was offset by the wind element in his body. As for the gravel—not to mention that the site had been demolished and only black soil remained, even if Vesselingen The roots kicked up rocks, and even some gravel would have no effect on his current body.

Under such a continuous and anxious dance of humans and beasts, boredom gradually accumulated in Alvin Saxon's heart, his handsome face became more and more distorted, and with it, Vesselingen became more and more violent , but rough movements.

And Cyril was holding a long sword in his hand, seeing every move of Weisslingen in his eyes, and following the sound of thunder again and again, he slashed a sword the moment he passed by.

At this time, [Adonis' Judgment] has already been coated with a layer of blue outer layer from the power of the feather of Isis.Although the sword used in the fourth era to resist the end has not been fully reproduced thousands or thousands of years later, it has already begun to take shape.

The power of Isis made Weisslingen's tough body a joke, and wounds accumulated on the tough scales.Vesselingen furiously wanted to slap the ant in front of him to death immediately, but Cyril saw the timing, and when it jumped up again, trying to bombard the ground with its giant tail, followed by Vesselingen's pet God, the long sword cut heavily into the root of its tail!

"laugh--"

This sword slashed deeply, and the young man followed Weisslingen's blow with a cold face, pouring all his strength on Weisslingen's tail.Immediately, a bright blue light blade lit up on the long sword, and the wind turned into a blade nearly ten meters long, cutting from one end of the tail to the other end in an instant!
"Break!"

He leaped out amidst the roar of Weisslingen, and with him flew out the tail of Weisslingen as wide as a building!
This sword cut off its tail impressively!

The young man on the giant beast's chest could no longer sit upright in a calm posture. He kept standing up and waving his hands vigorously, as if such actions could bring the advantage back into his grasp.

But he who lost his tail was less threatening than before. Cyril moved around under the giant beast's four palms more dexterously, cutting continuously with one sword after another. When palming, like a gecko climbing a wall, it kicked on its head in an instant, and then stepped on its long kiss, and its body soared into the sky!

He was twirling in the air, and thunder light appeared on the long sword, and then he threw the long sword like when he first collided with Vishlingen with Schlaholden in his hand——

But this time, Vishlingen did not have the horns capable of creating lightning to protect itself.

Those red eyes, which had been filled with ferocity all the time, actually showed fear at this moment. It stared at the sword and flew towards it rapidly. From a bright dot, it turned into a sea of ​​thunder in an instant——

Then it pierced through its head.

On its wolf head, there was a huge hole.

This hollow penetrated between its brows, from the neck all the way into the body, tore open its chest cavity, and finally shot out from the abdomen——

Weisslingen's huge body stumbled forward two steps, and it wanted to throw its giant palm forward again to slap the young count who landed firmly without a long sword in his hand to death.

But it can only watch the world gradually tilt, and then fall to the side like a hill.

Then this huge body gradually collapsed.It turned into surging sea water again, but this time there was no magical element in the sea water.They washed over the ruined square, filled the sunken pits, and then rushed down the hill along the edge of the square, turning into waterfalls.

In the center of the sea, a body stood rebelliously, staring at the half-elf boy not far in front of him, motionless.

"Alvin Saxon."

Cyril stared at the black-haired youth in front of him.

The latter seems to be not much different from when we first met in the auditorium, he is still unruly, and the fierceness in his brows cannot be hidden.

It's just that he was standing at the top of Port New Orville at that time. Everyone knew that he would be an important part of the parliamentary election. With the sales of arms, he can even set off a military revolution and directly take down the rule of the entire New Aowei Port.

And this moment.

Blood overflowed from all over him, and his body could no longer support the backlash caused by the shattered power of Isis's feather and Vishlingen, and he was about to collapse at almost any moment.Severe pain invaded every part of him, making one almost faint.

But he still stood straight, without bending his knees, and stared at the young man in front of him fiercely.

"Alvin Saxon." Cyril called his name again, beckoned in the eyes of the latter, and recalled the long sword he had inserted into the ground.

"Do you have any last words?" He raised his sword and pointed the tip at the young man.

The young man grinned like a ferocious hungry wolf, his voice was deep and thick, and filled with deep disdain, reaching Cyril's ears.

"Can you also make the carrion vulture record my elegy?"

Then the luster in those dark eyes lost its luster.

Cyril had already flashed in front of him when his voice fell, and the long sword pierced through the latter's heart, cutting off his vitality, and then drew out the long sword, causing him to fall slowly to the ground.

"I can't." He held up the long sword, which was not stained with blood.

"But I can make your grave overgrown with weeds."

He turned around and let Alvin Saxon's body fall behind him, and then ran quickly to the place where Kindred was placed before.

The messy white hair covered the face, and he reached out to brush away the bangs that were scribbled by the battle, and saw the girl with her eyes closed, sleeping deeply.

Apart from the unbearable void in her right leg, she suffered no other trauma.

He carried her on his back, then raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The magical turbulence caused by the battle just now destroyed many meteorites from midair, but the scope of the Doomsday Judgment spread all over the entire sea area. At this time, the concentration of the fire element was so thick that the air was hot, and it was still heating up. .

Huge meteorites trailing bright crimson tail flames are approaching Ufo Island at an increasing speed.After a long journey, these meteorites have accumulated far more magical power than when they broke through the clouds, so the power of the doomsday judgment can be revealed——

If someone stands extremely far from here, they will see a magnificent meteor shower.Those tail flames almost turned the sky into a generous red, scorching and blazing, making people even want to ignite themselves with a fire and join in the heroic burning.

But for Cyril, this scene was full of despair.

Urilla's power has long been exhausted, and what the Feather of Isis can bestow on herself may not be able to sustain a spell of forbidden spell level.

He worked hard to defeat Stanley Clemens, and defeated the fusion of Negative Emotions of Sea God and Beast God led by Ivan Saxon, and in the end he had to face an almost impossible battle. A doomsday judgment that makes a land a forbidden domain.

How does he face it?Unless gods such as Danya, Nora, and Urella can manifest themselves and slap the meteorite clean with a slap—but in fact, these gods can only come to the world as fragile projections, and cannot even give power to their devout believers. You have to rely on your own believers to deal with the dirty things you left behind.

So what else can he rely on?

While Cyril was confused, his pointed ears moved slightly at this moment, and then he caught the sound like a ball rolling from behind.

He turned his head, but saw a huge sepak takraw ball rolling up the hill, and then opened in front of him, and a series of familiar figures rushed out from it—Mia, Misha, Evans, Su Geer, Hailuo Iss...

"Are you all okay?"

Cyril was surprised with a tinge of joy—the current situation was so chaotic that he didn't even care about where the people around him went. Knowing that they didn't die in the previous disaster, it was undoubtedly a surprise. Good news.

But then he went down again: the doomsday judgment was just above his head, and such a meeting was almost indistinguishable from dying words.

"Do you have a way to deal with the spell on your head, Adrian?" Su Geer stepped forward, speaking quickly.Cyril shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a voice from the crowd:
"We figured out a way."

Cyril turned his gaze to the source of the voice, but it was the goblin witch, Sevilla, who was sitting on Miss Elf's shoulder at the moment.

"Ms. Sevilla?"

He noticed that there were complex meanings in the eyes of the people looking at the goblin witch. Misha's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the goblin witch Sevilla was already ahead of her and said:

"It's just that the little elf girl said that this plan still needs you to implement it."

"I'll implement it?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, and Sevilla's voice continued: "I think it should be very easy for you, because you don't have to do anything—come, take me and this The little elf girl is going to the wizard's tower."

"On the Mage Tower?" Cyril looked not far away, and the Mage Tower of the Harbor Temple was still standing.He hesitated for a moment, and saw Misha and Mia Qiqi nodded slightly towards him.

He was about to hand over Kindred to Mia, but he heard Sevilla say, "Take her, I like her very much...please."

These sincere and nostalgic words made Cyril stop his movements, and he looked at the petite face of the goblin witch, which was full of seriousness.

So he held out his hand to Misha, Miss Elf put her hand in his without hesitation.

Then he lightly exerted force, and the powerful physique brought by the Feather of Isis made him pull Misha and ran under the mage tower almost instantly.Then he lifted the wind and stood on the top of the mage tower in a blink of an eye.

The goblin witch Sylvia looked at Cyril in a little surprise, but then said in relief: "Without such power, it is impossible to defeat such a monster..."

Then she floated down from Misha's shoulders, and slowly flew to Kindred on Cyril's back, touching the girl's cheek in the distant snowfield, stroking her hair like a mother caring for a child .

"You did your best, my boy... have a good sleep."

Without expecting a response from Kindred, she immediately floated up, flapped her wings, and gradually flew into the air.

The pair of fragile wings are slightly curly under the scorching fire element. This height is not far from the falling meteorite, almost like roasting on the stove.

But there was no pain on Sevilla's face, she opened her arms calmly, and said to Miss Elf: "So please, Elf, let's start."

Cyril looked at Misha in a daze, but saw that the latter nodded slightly, and then held up the hem of the skirt with both hands, and made a sincere salute to the goblin witch Sylvia, and then opened her big book.

At the same time, a thick green light emitted from Sevilla's body——

That was not the blue color of the wind element, but the color of the forest that Cyril was familiar with.

This layer of green shook from between her wings, and was blown up by a gust of wind that came from nowhere, and it floated across the entire Isle of Euphrates in an instant.Under the cover of this green, Cyril keenly captured the sound of breaking ground——

It was the sound of plants growing.

"You want this?"

He suddenly realized what Sevilla wanted to do, and looked at her in horror: "You want to rely on the power of plants and use Nora's method to resist the doomsday judgment? How is this possible?"

"It's feasible, fellow clan." Misha's voice sounded softly, "She is a fairy, a fairy like no other."

"Fairy... is there any difference?" Cyril was even more at a loss.

"She is a fairy witch, a witch of nature." Misha continued, "Although a fairy has a long life, it is not a long-lived species. A life span of more than 400 years is not something a normal fairy can achieve, and the reason why she can live so long ..."

"Because... I was conceived in the mountains and forests outside Xinaowei Port." The voice of the goblin and witch replaced Misha's voice at this moment, "The mountains and forests exist, so I can exist."

"I am the Witch of Nature."

"And I've lived long enough."

"I made an agreement with it that I will protect this piece of land."

"Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise."

She spoke softly, and then spread her wings.

(End of this chapter)