Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 66 Dragon Corpse Underground Palace ([-]) [It's so cold, I want a ticket]

Cyril shook the sword in his hand and reached out to wipe the blood on his face.

He had to admit that he had nothing to do with the bones of Browning Visconte in a one-on-one situation. After all, the other party was the bones summoned by the Lich. Zombies awakened by the magic power of the undead are just as easy to deal with.

In the game, he is at least an elite boss starting at level [-]. How can he compete with a level [-] trainee knight apprentice?
And the fact is indeed the case, Cyril temporarily suppressed Browning with a series of offensives like a torrential rain, hoping to limit the battle memory engraved in his bones to "blocking", but his rushing attack still failed. After making a mistake, he immediately fell into the attacking rhythm of the master swordsman.

Four swords were scratched by the opponent's sword, and then kicked down the steps, and I don't know how many bruises - if it wasn't for Browning being called back to the high platform by the lich to break the girl's mind, I'm afraid He was literally going to be hacked to death by Browning Visconte.

But fortunately, the skeleton is just a puppet that obeys the words of the lich. He chased Browning's skeleton and climbed up to the high platform, but it just happened to catch up with the opportunity to turn his back on killing the girl with all his attention.

He watched Elina get up slowly, her petite body was still trembling after enduring the great pain.But she clenched her teeth, and then reached out to hold the long sword that fell to the ground.

In an instant, the fire illuminated the high platform.

Cyril turned sideways, glanced at Browning's body that was still trying to struggle after his hands were removed, and mercilessly removed his leg bones with a sword, and then kicked him off the high platform with one foot, just like Browning treated him just now.

Then he raised the long sword in his hand and pointed at the lich on the mage's seat whose laughter stopped abruptly, as if he couldn't believe what happened.

"Moduo? Summoning?" He raised the tip of his sword lightly, full of disdain for the Lich, "I thought it would be some kind of powerful guy who made Elena so miserable, so it turned out to be like this A thing."

And the soul fire in Lich's eyes was flickering, and he said gloomyly: "You are different, are you covered in wounds from being played by my summoned object, her poor ancestor?"

"Of course it's different. It's me standing here, not that Browning." Cyril shrugged, and deliberately looked under the high platform, and then said in a drawn out voice:

"Yeah - where did he fall, why can't I see it!"

His actions seemed to have greatly stimulated the Lich, and the white skeleton stood up from the mage's seat with a clatter, and shouted loudly: "Do you think you can defeat me?"

"Do you have any support?" Cyril asked coldly.

"Do you think you can break through the protection of the fragments of the corrupted orb?" the Lich asked sullenly, and then an arc of green light was formed in front of it, enveloping it.

Cyril immediately exclaimed: "Ah, it's a corrupted orb, an epic fragment, what can I do about it—do you think I'll shout like that?"

He admired the momentary surge of joy in Lich's eyes, and the fire of his soul returned to normal, and then he stretched out his hand to Elena: "You must be useless with that finger bone? Take it out."

"Oh." The girl fumbled in her bosom obediently, took out the finger bone of the lich, and handed it to Cyril.

Cyril shook this crystal clear phalanx in his hand, without looking at the constricting soul fire of the Lich, and without even giving the other party a chance to speak, the sword flashed in his hand, and the phalanx immediately broke into two cut--

It seemed that a light smoke escaped from the phalanx, and the green barrier protecting the Lich slowly dissipated accordingly.

He stepped forward quickly, raised his sword again, and slashed neatly at the waist of the lich whose soul fire was languishing, separating its upper and lower body, and then shouted: "Elena, solve it, one by one!" The sword pierced through its brain!"

"Hurry up, Elena Visconti!"

Alina, who was still in a daze just now, immediately came back to her senses. She stared at the lich's immobility, and couldn't help but have great doubts in her heart: Is this really the lich who beat me so badly just now?
But she immediately did as Cyril said—without any distracting thoughts in her mind, she held up the sword and stabbed at the Lich's head smoothly and swiftly, exactly in the sword technique demonstrated to Cyril before. a trick.

The lich's upper and lower jaws tried to make that disgusting "clicking" sound again and again, as if they wanted to say something, but Elena didn't intend to stop the sword at all, the scorching flames surged, and in an instant and pierced into the lich's head——

He heard the sound of a balloon leaking, and then the soul fire trembled frantically, as if trying to escape, but the flames on the sword followed closely and devoured it completely.

In a blink of an eye, there was only a corpse separated from the top and bottom, without the fire of the soul burning in front of him.

And Elena was still holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the blade was deeply inserted into the back of the mage's seat. After a long time, she exhaled a big breath, and then gasped:
"This, is this the end?"

"It's over." Cyril exhaled deeply, expelling all the stagnant energy, exhaustion flooded his whole body in an instant.

He turned his head sideways, looked at the girl's confused and lonely eyes, and said slowly:
"You don't have to blame yourself, those liches are the best at manipulating people's hearts. They can penetrate the fragility of the soul and magnify it infinitely—"

What he said is true. Liches have a clear purpose in playing with people's hearts, making the negative emotions in people's hearts infinitely magnified, so that they can absorb several times the magic power of the necromancer at a time.

And the ones who are most likely to be played by them are people like Elina who have seemingly clear goals, but are actually wandering around the name "justice" in confusion.The slightest wavering in their hearts will be infinitely magnified by the Lich, shaking their belief from the foundation.

If he has an unhappy past, then this heavy pain will be superimposed on his soul, and he will be given the cruelest accountability——

Cyril didn't comfort Elena too much. This girl was much stronger than he thought. At least she was able to stably penetrate the skeleton with a sword after knowing that her ancestor had been transformed into a skeleton instead of being hypocritical. A lot.

He reached out and groped on the Mage's Seat for a while, and soon came across a fragment with a familiar feel, which was exactly the same as the previous Corrupted Orb. When he took it out, it was the green fragment he had seen before.

He skillfully put it into the bracelet with a lot of space, and looked at the skeleton a few more times, feeling a little strange in his heart.

It is true that the other party may not have recovered for a long time, but the lich is already proficient in soul power, and it should not become so weak before its finger bones are broken.

Cyril vaguely felt that something was wrong, but his rationality told him not to think too much, the most urgent thing was to find a way out and get out of here—of course there was Browning's bones, even though he cut himself twice, he still had to take care of it. Just take it out.

"Erina, do you know how to get out here?"

He began to look up again, but he still couldn't find an exit that should be opened after clearing the level, so he could only choose to ask the dazed girl.

But when he cast his eyes on Elina, he found that the girl's face was bluish, full of light from the fire of the Lich's soul——

The Silver Blade Knight's sword came out of its sheath in a snap. He was about to slash forward, but he immediately saw that the underside of his drawn sword was also a piece of blue light. The light source of the soul fire did not come from the girl's body.

Where does this light come from?
He suddenly understood something, and looked down, only to find that except around the mage's seat where he was standing, the ground of the high platform made of special materials had been completely illuminated by the blue light of the soul fire——

The flames burned beneath their feet.

The transparent material allows the light to spread without hindrance at this moment, and the sudden light of the fire also dissipates the deep darkness hidden in it.

It seems to be the first ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds at dawn, but what it brings is not hope, but new destruction——

Around the underground palace, the already exhausted half-lizards and rogues were supporting each other, only to find that the giant beasts surrounding them turned around suddenly, towards the center of the underground palace, held their heads high for a moment, and then fell apart in an instant, turning into A pile of white bones.

They numbly turned their eyes to the center of the underground palace, and what they saw was a high platform with a faint blue body, and the bright light filled the entire underground palace.

The ground began to shake, and the entire underground palace was shaking violently. A large rock wall fell from a height. They hugged their heads to find a place to hide, hiding in the breastbone of the giant white bone beast.

On the high platform, Cyril looked at the platform under his feet with a bitter face.

He clearly saw a pair of huge bone wings flapping slowly, muddying the filling of unknown material inside, followed by a long twitching tail, shaking back and forth, flapping the high platform from the inside One time, two times, three times, the high platform made a cracking sound like glass, and the platform under their feet was also cracked with cracks.

"Ivor..."

The girl screamed in horror, but at this moment, Cyril couldn't give her comforting words.He quietly felt the changes under his feet, his expression changed suddenly, and he grabbed Alina's arm as soon as he stretched out his hand, and moved forward, while shouting loudly: "Run-jump!"

He took the girl and jumped out from the edge of the high platform, and it was too late to care how high it was——

And at the moment they jumped out, faint blue fire mixed with an unknown liquid, like magma, sprayed out from the completely shattered countertop.The scorching flames almost stuck to their bodies, and a huge dark white figure vibrated its wings and drilled out of the high platform, and the howling wind blew out the two who had just leaped into the air.

Cyril only had time to take a quick glance in mid-air, and what he saw was a huge white bone dragon head, opening its mouth to the sky, breathing out the breath of a dragon that didn't exist.

Among them, the fire of the soul is burning blazingly.

The Lich Mordo is not dead.

Maybe it should be called now—

Bone Dragon, Mordo.

　It's very cold, everyone should wear more clothes! 【Suction slip】

　　After I finished writing it, I felt that it was wrong and completely rewrote it. In the end, I wrote [-] words.

　　It's three thousand!

　　Although I feel that the writing is not very good, but I still hope that there will be praise]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)