Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 714 Shaping the Extraordinary

If Cyril were to evaluate this battle, he could only say that this battle was like beating a human-computer, bullying a simple computer.

Who would have thought that the prestigious Austhem Emma would be run over like a slave released by a nobleman to ride and hunt. He could only run for his life blindly, and then was caught up and pierced through his back.The flags that symbolized the family crest of glory were torn to pieces on the ground, blown up by the wind, and trampled into the snow-mixed mud of a foreign land.

As for Grote Kessis, who initially had a good vision of defeating the La Rochelle army head-on, the army he sent out to attack from the flank happened to hit Amasi, headed by the Silver Blade Knights. Seoul cavalry.

The Amasir cavalry attacked very cruelly. With just one round of charge, they overwhelmed the infantry who had no shield soldiers and spearmen to support the defensive line in the frontal encounter, and then there was no suspenseful massacre.

As for the professional level leading the team, after only three rounds of fighting with Slovenir, he was pierced by his fiery spear and nailed to the ground.

Although Cyril knew that they would definitely have an advantage, he did not expect such an exaggeration to win.But at this moment, he has no intention of paying attention to the situation of the troops outside the city.

Parkree, Southgate.

During the fierce attack on the city by St. Emma in the past few days, the outer wall of the South Gate was still full of smoky traces, and the corpses of La Rochelle soldiers who had not had time to clean up were still floating in the moat. The young The Marquis stood on the drawbridge that lay flat on the moat, looking down at the dead soldier with his face up, his face was swollen and pale.

An arrow pierced his chest, causing the soldier to fall directly from the top of the city. His head was tilted, and it seemed that he hit his head when he fell.

He stared at the corpse, feeling that the slightly open mouth seemed to want to say something to him.

He listened attentively, and what he heard at first was the sound of the wind almost everywhere, the wind on the plain, the wind from the Adlai Sea, and the wind from Parkri, mixed together, bringing various messages.

But after that, he heard a low, painful moan.He froze for a moment, then noticed that his panel, the "Listener" on panel three, was flashing a bright red light:
【Listening Truth】: The listener faces the world with the most sincere attitude, you can hear the complaints of living beings, and even the voices of non-living beings can be captured by you.

In terms of this occupation theory, there should be countless magical uses hidden, but before, Cyril had been busy preparing for war and had no time to explore it.

But at this moment, this ability was activated so naturally:
"General, the protective circle is broken—"

"I can't control that much, go up, don't let their ladder stand up!"

The sound of footsteps was chaotic, and the sound of shouting and killing was chaotic. In the middle of this chaos, there was a sound of breaking through the air——

Then there were only the sound of falling wind, impact, and falling water.

"General, haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"

"Hold on a little longer, the reinforcements will arrive soon—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

He opened the eyes that he closed at some point, and when he looked at the floating corpse again, he saw that there seemed to be a water mark on the latter's swollen face, flowing down from the corner of his eyes.

The young Marquis stood still, and the wind that resonated with the wind element pool in his body at that moment resonated even more at this moment. He felt the magic power rushing in his body. The magic power that this extremely strong body can carry is astonishing. But at this moment, he only felt that the already exaggerated magic power had multiplied several times——

He seemed to be connected with the boundless wind.

"The reinforcements are here."

He whispered, then raised his eyes and looked forward.

The sound of horseshoes sounded from the closed city gate.Then came the sound of footsteps and shouts, getting louder and closer.

The machine expansion was opened, and the gears behind the city gate made an old sound of rotation, and the gate full of hacking marks slowly opened, and behind the arched door that revealed shadows, a group of Ao Sheng, who were slightly embarrassed but prudent in black armor, Emma soldier.

They rushed out of the archway in great anxiety, but before they could reach the drawbridge, the leading troops stopped.

They saw the young elf standing alone in the middle of the suspension bridge, wearing a golden crown, carrying a hideous black shield, and holding a long sword with black light flowing in his palm.

The black dragon flag fluttered above the heads of the people of Ao San Emma, ​​hunting in the cold wind of the Adelaide Sea, as if roaring at a powerful enemy, as if the soil under their feet was not a foreign land, but their home ground.

Then, the young Marquis raised his head.

"Boundless Wind Island."

He whispered, the cyan light flashed by his side, and then the strong wind blew up, rolling up the flying sand floating in the air, so fascinated these Ao San Emma people couldn't open their eyes for a while.

They felt that their ears were full of manic wind, whistling constantly, making them all have splitting headaches.The two professional-level mages standing behind squeezed to the front at this time, and opened their magic shields one after another, trying to isolate the wind, but the wind penetrated everywhere, and their magic shields were useless.The commander yelled from behind, "Forward, forward, he's alone, run over him!", but the growing wind swallowed his voice in the wind.

The faces of the Austrian Saint Emma soldiers who were buried in their arms sheltering from the wind showed panic. They couldn't figure out why the opponent was able to create such a momentum with only one person. Didn't the professional-level mages on their side not open their shields? , but they can’t even hinder the opponent——

Could it be that the young man in front of him is not a "professional level" at the same level as him, but a higher level of "extraordinary"?
But Chaofan is not a bad street existence, is it? You can count the Transcendents of La Rochelle within 50 years. How could such a young Transcendent appear out of thin air?
They didn't know how long they had been tortured by the power of the wind, and suddenly, the extremely noisy sound of the wind disappeared.

The Ossa Emma raised his head in a daze, and then regretted why he raised his head——

Just now, there was only one person on the suspension bridge, but now it is full of tall cyan knights riding giant beasts. They spread out from both sides of the young man, floating on the river surface, and the number is countless. until the end of the line of sight.

The young Marquis raised the sword in his hand, flicked the sword lightly with the other hand, the blade vibrated, and there was a buzzing sound like the echo of a bell:
"cold day--"

The wind knights beside him all took a step forward, pointing the halberds in their hands one after another, and the entire Pakrinan city wall was suddenly filled with a roaring roar:
"cold day!"

Amidst the roar, the people of Osan Emma couldn't help backing away, but they immediately found that their bodies seemed to have lost their strength, and they walked limply, and they couldn't lift their arms holding weapons. Disintegrated, leaving only a piece of paste...

They were confused and at a loss, and the moment the young Marquis pointed his long sword forward, those wind knights had already rushed out, and slammed straight into the people of St. Emma at the city gate——

Cyril watched silently as the line of the Ao San Emma was broken by the wind knight. The troops who had not yet left the arch had already begun to flee, but the follow-up support troops firmly blocked them here. Let the wind knight kill it.

In just a few minutes, the city gate turned into a cruel meat grinder, and the people of Osan Emma got rid of the initial chaos and gradually gained order.They noticed that these cyan knight monsters were not invincible, as long as they hit continuously, they could break the weapon, and they immediately had a trick.

Stepping over the chopped-up bodies of their companions, they organized a new front and began to gradually launch a counterattack against the wind knights.However, due to the obstruction of the city gate, most of the wind knights could not effectively assist their colleagues in fighting, and could only watch the wind knights at the city gate gradually fall down.

Cyril looked at what was happening in front of him, he didn't care about the fall of these wind elemental creations - at this moment, he only felt that his body was connected with those ubiquitous winds, and these wind knights were just a wave of his hands existence that can be reproduced.

He clearly realized that he seemed to have reached a higher dimension, crossed the threshold of professional level, crossed the wall of Monroe, and came to the so-called "Xifen Plain", where Danya In the order system created, it has gone further.

But it's not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough for him just to communicate with the wind and use the wind without restriction——

It is also necessary to touch higher and stronger dimensions.

As he thought about it, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and black shadows spread out from under his feet, covering the drawbridge, covering the long river surface of the moat, pouring into the shadows under the city gate, and blending into the city wall In the shadow below—

"I want... my knight, unhindered."

Looking at the shadow connected to himself, he whispered.

And the shadow gave him back.

In the vast shadows, when the people of Ao San Emma didn't notice, it seemed that there were clusters of deeper shadows leaping in it, and they penetrated into the city wall. When Cyril looked forward again , I saw dozens of knights suddenly rushing out of the wall of the arch, and slammed into the middle of the Austrian St. Emma team——

"There are enemies in the city gate!"

"Shadows, they are all shadows!"

The shadow-turned knight held a flail, swung it and smashed it at the Ao San Emma, ​​smashing the head of the target he hit.The Ao San Emma fought back vigorously, but just as they tore the shadows in front of them, more shadow knights jumped out from under their feet and from the side walls, tearing their formation into pieces even more ferociously.

"Get out, get out, go to a place where there are no shadows!"

The terrified Ao San Emma made a wise decision this time. They have a large number of troops in the city. As long as they spread out in the city and avoid such a narrow and densely shadowed place, they can definitely restore the decline.

But the young Marquis looked at all this and just waved the sword in his hand lightly.

He seemed to see a clear line extending from his body, and what he connected was not the world in front of him, but an open and illusory space.

This thread is closely related to his magic power, and at this moment, it is gradually changing into more forms as he thinks about it.

In his thoughts just now, the element of shadow was added to this thread, so the thread twisted into the imaginary shape of the dark knight, and it is still moving forward at this moment.

It starts with a teal wind and a black shade in the middle, which fits perfectly with Cyril's first panel: The Windrider Knight.When he raised his head, he could see a group of bright knights echoing him in the air, and it was also an image of cyan and black interlaced.

That is the imprint left by Ennis in the "White Ring", pointing the direction for future generations on this road.

At this moment, Cyril has added the abilities that the two elements of "wind" and "shadow" can exert to this line.

He needs to hurry up and add more abilities to it.

This is the process of shaping "extraordinary".

He tilted his head slightly and thought for a while, then closed his eyes, feeling the range covered by his boundless wind island.His Isle of Immeasurable Winds is probably just enough to completely cover the entire Pakri, and other winds can only be connected, but it is not enough to assimilate it into a part of Isle of Immeasurable Winds.

With the "Infinite Wind Islet" as the "venue" to build an extraordinary stage, then at least in his "venue"...

"I want me to be in my domain, no hindrance."

With the heart of trying, he recited firmly.

The line represented by the extraordinary level suddenly twisted at this sound.Cyril only felt that his mana consumption suddenly increased several times, and the mana that was still full quickly began to dry up, and he tried his best to construct a new shape for this thread.

This line twisted continuously, and finally twisted into two circles that Cyril could not understand, and then turned into a straight line again, and continued to extend forward.

He only felt that his body seemed to become lighter, as if the wind could flow through every pore of him, and he was a part of this wind.

So he raised his head and glanced at the tall city wall.

In the next second, he stood on the city wall.

"Space moves."

Cyril's eyes lit up, and he had already figured out the rules for shaping extraordinary abilities: in the process of shaping extraordinary abilities, he needed to use enough magic power to supply his abilities to qualify for "extended shaping" .The wind and shadow echoed the imprint left by the wind brigade knight Ennis, so it was quickly formed, saving him a lot of mana consumption.

But the power of "space" that he hopes to develop next belongs to the extension range of his own "Infinite Wind Island", which conforms to the rule of "sublimation of a certain element" at the extraordinary level, so he can invest magic power to sublimate it. Ascension, as long as he has enough magic power, he can create this extraordinary ability.

But now, he still has the last stroke of magic power to put an end to the shaping of extraordinary abilities.

Is it to fight hard to pursue the other possible higher-level abilities, or to strengthen the current abilities again?

He was lost in thought.

　The writing is a bit unclear, but there is nothing I can do now.

　　The initial design of the power system was not very good, and the definition of each class was a bit thought of where to write.Originally, gradual promotion through the development of the plot can actually be perfected, but now that the plot is accelerated, the promotion speed has to be accelerated, so a lot of content has to be saved... What a mess

　　A brief explanation will be given in the next chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)