Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 715 Promotion to the Extraordinary
Try to treat the so-called "extraordinary" from the perspective of overlooking and data.

Chaofan's promotion to the professional level is divided into two types. One is to increase the strength level of the original elements, such as making the wind faster and the fire more blazing.

The other is to carry out a certain "sublimation" on the original elements.

The condition of the latter will be more stringent. Firstly, it requires several times the magic power supply of the former - 500 watts of power supply will never be able to drive the top graphics card, which is obvious.

The second is the conditions already in place, which can support the sublimation of elements.

When the "Island of Infinite Wind" spreads out on the site, the environment densely covered with wind elements has already been controlled by Cyril, so that it can satisfy its sublimation from "wind" to "space".

At this moment, Cyril is looking down at his own conditions. The so-called second panel and third panel seem to endow this body with characteristics one after another—whether it is a hard body, the art of listening, or attacking. There is a chance to impose silence from time to time, these are not enough to be treated as "professions", but labels superimposed on themselves one by one.

His real career path is still the knight path inherited from the wind brigade knight Ennis under the influence of the leader of the Silver Blade Knights, Jane Christine.

Now, he has promoted the professional body of the wind brigade knight from the professional level to the extraordinary level, and the direction he chose is different from the route Ennis took - the latter emphasizes his own strength, while Cyril pays more attention to transforming elements into elemental creations.

In addition, relying on the "Infinite Wind Islet" that resonates with the wind element, he can control the power of a certain space inside the Infinite Wind Islet.

Now he still has the last magic power left that can be used to strengthen himself, which is enough to add a new stroke to this extraordinary "line".

He closed his eyes and thought for only a moment, without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and gently pointed forward.

The cyan wind lingered on his fingertips, and the fingertips turned faster and faster. The cyan color became weaker and weaker under the rapid rotation, and finally turned into a silk rope so thin that it was almost invisible, suddenly soaring into the sky And got up, flew towards the mid-air.

Although he also wanted to greedily obtain elements like "time" as a new ability for his professional-level extraordinary promotion, but obviously there was no other "immeasurable wind island" to set up a stage for him to provide elemental evolution.

If he has a sufficient understanding and grasp of shadows, maybe he still has this opportunity.But his own shadow power comes from the "Adonis' Judgment", and it has only become part of his own power at this moment, which obviously does not meet this condition.

And after examining his own conditions so clearly, Cyril knew that there was only one thing he could improve.

wind.

Purify the wind, refine the wind, gradually get closer to the source of this element, until you touch its core power...

His eyes chased the wind away, and suddenly found that the wind disappeared, as if swallowed by something out of thin air.

Cyril clenched the sword in his hand, and he felt the wind around him dissipate at this moment, and those wind knights who were still fighting with the Ao San Emma just now also disappeared, as if to support their existence The "wind" has been drained.

He looked up into the air, and keenly caught a trace of magical ripples that appeared there that were not obvious but fluctuated strangely.

Without any hesitation, he swung his sword straight and slashed in that direction.But the magic power of the wind element that should have appeared with the slash had just emerged on the blade, and then dissipated.

But the unexplained fluctuation of magic power in mid-air seemed to hear the provocation of his sword. In an instant, the wind was loud, and the gray wind roared and rolled up the vortex. For the tornado, it slammed down towards Parkri City below!
Cyril felt the terrible destructiveness of this gust of wind and tornado just from the fluctuation of magic power. He blew his whistle, jumped forward, and the nightmare horse emerged from his crotch, leading him along the The walls of Pakri were galloping all the way.

And the wind tornado that hit the ground heavily fell among the soldiers of Ao San Emma, ​​rolling up dozens of soldiers, and the sharp wind blade cut them into bones in an instant, and then cut them into pieces. It became bone meal, flying in the scarlet-stained tornado.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Commander Will Robbins clearly knew that the problem now was no longer how to go out of the city to support Grote Kossis, but that they could not even defeat the La Rochelle who was alone, and even It might be wiped out by him alone——before today, he still couldn't believe that someone could wipe out thousands of soldiers by himself, but at this moment, his mind was only thinking about how to make his subordinates Live a few more.

But less than five seconds after he gave the order, he discovered in despair that the tornado did not continue to wreak havoc at the original place, but turned around and rolled straight towards where he was.He didn't have time to escape, and there was no possibility of escaping. Together with the soldiers around him, he was sucked in by the huge suction force and turned into scattered bone powder.

Cyril was riding a horse and galloping on the city wall. The terrain obstacles caused by the accumulation of sand and stones were not a problem for Nightmare Horse at all, which gave him enough time to look back and observe the situation of the tornado.

He watched those Ao San Emma people being involved and strangled to death, but the wind tornado was not satisfied, and chased straight towards his direction.

"Because I chose to promote the wind element, did I attract the hatred of this group of wind tornadoes?"

"My control over the wind has reached the level of the so-called 'Element Accompanying' in the mouth of the mage. If I want to obtain higher power, I must obtain a higher authority... I want to be the master of the wind, so I was forced Is the tornado watching?"

"Then, who also covets Fengshen's authority?"

He closed his eyes again and felt the emotions contained in the wind for a moment, such as rage, hatred, and destruction, all of which can be summed up in the word "negative" of human beings.

The answer is already obvious.

He opened his panel again, and sure enough, under the second panel, the advanced item opened due to the unblocking of the "Listener" profession: [Soul Suppressor] was shining brightly.

"Occupation: Sanctuary Guardian. [Because the profession of the listener is unblocked, the advanced item of Shengku Township is now open:]

[Characteristics: Soul Suppressor]: Sacred skeleton guards have the unique authority given by the gods. They walk in the depths of the world and seal up the sins left by the gods.

Storage progress: 2.

Sealed: Sea Spirit, Beast Feather. "

"So, you are the negative of Fengshen Azui?"

Holding the sword in his hand, he muttered to himself, and suddenly squeezed his legs forcefully, the Nightmare Horse immediately slowed down and turned around, turned its head, and instead rushed towards the direction of the tornado.

The black war horse turned into a mass of pitch-black flames as it galloped wildly. Cyril's sword-holding right hand shone with blue light, and as the shape of a sword flickered, the power of the feather of Isis also blessed his body.He immediately felt that his body was several times stronger than before, and in the process of galloping towards the tornado, he seemed to hear the sound of a heavy door being pushed open in his body——

In the ears, there was a tidal roar.

His body, which felt empty due to the sudden increase in strength and toughness, but no more increase in magic power, became extremely full at this moment.The magic power from nowhere in his body washed over his meridians. None of them came from the wind magic power from his elemental pool, but every one could be used by him.

Cyril had no time to think about it. The tornado was already in front of him. He immediately raised his sword and swung it forward.Following this wave, the magic power all over his body instantly turned into a tsunami wall tens of meters high in mid-air, crashing violently into the tornado made of wind.

The confinement power endowed by the holy skeleton guards is exerted on every wave of the sea. They hit the tornado crazily, and through the short "seal" moment after moment, they continue to wear down the tornado.The tornado became smaller and smaller as it spun at a high speed, and finally formed a wind-shaped figure holding a long axe, and poked straight at Cyril with the long axe.

Cyril stared directly at the long ax that was poking at him, even without the blessing of Soul Burning Silence and Setanrio's Eye, this poking was almost indistinguishable from slow motion in his eyes.

Without extra movement, he stabbed out with a steady sword, and there was a sound of collision amidst the flashing light of the sword, and the blade followed along the long handle and slashed towards the wind-shaped figure of the axe.

He could clearly see the face of Feng Xing's portrait: there were no facial features, only the flowing gray wind, which was turning into a vortex because of fear at the moment, as if it wanted to howl.But Adonis' verdict had already pierced into its chest, and with Cyril twisting it between his hands, he lifted it upwards, and the faceless head was blown away!
"Pfft!"

The wind-shaped figure that lost its head knelt in front of the nightmare horse's horse. It wanted to punch Cyril again, but its body had gradually turned into broken wind and dissipated away.

The sea tide subsides, the turbulent wind returns, and with the disappearance of the popular figure, the chaotic image that lasted only for a short time in the sky over Pakri finally subsided.

Cyril closed his eyes, he took a deep breath, and felt the wind elements he was familiar with return to his side, they were jumping happily, rubbing against his body as if they were fighting for favor, to curry favor with him.

But when he spread out the Isle of Immeasurable Wind again, he found that the area of ​​Isle of Infinite Wind that could only cover Parkeri had expanded again—roughly estimated, the area was at least three times the original area.

When he turned his attention back to the "extraordinary" line, the line had already ended with a whirlwind.

Cyril slightly raised the long sword in his hand. Following his movement, the sky above Parkri City was completely transformed into a blue wind field, and a tall knight gradually emerged, and it was impossible to count how many people there were. .

They all held up the weapons in their hands, reined in the reins of the beasts under their crotches, and the sky was full of celebratory roars and growls.

On the plain outside the city of Parkri, the Tower Master of the Green Tower stopped on his way back to the "Wall of Surrounding the Sea". Looking back at Parkri behind him, he saw that the sky was full of blue.

In the Nora Corridor, in the torso of a dry ancient tree, the sleeping elf with closed eyes opened his eyes, watching the blue wind blowing in front of him.

On the snow field of the extreme northern ice field, the female knight washed the blood on the sword in her hand from the snow, and suddenly turned her head to look south.

On the ten thousand steps leading to the most magnificent church of the Primordial Church, the capital of St. Emma, ​​St. Hercoente, the old man who was walking forward suddenly stopped and looked back at La Rochelle and Amasi The direction in which you are located.

La Rochelle...

No.

They ushered in this era of civilization, the youngest "extraordinary".

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In the city of Parkri after the tornado raged, there were only a few thousand soldiers of Osan Emma left. The power of natural disasters far exceeded manpower. Looking at the white powder scattered on the ground, even Cyril could not help but sigh.

The battle outside the city has also entered the final stage.

Those earth elemental mages who were worried about by Grote Kosis and were afraid of summoning a mountain to destroy it occupied the slope after the landslide and destroyed the position built by the Ulster Emma army.And the soldiers of St. Emma on the front line have already been dispersed, and they were slaughtered as pigs by the people of La Rochelle——

No one will show mercy to the enemy at this time.

The body of Grote Kossis was found beside the moat, half of his body was slung on the bank, half of his body was washed by the water of the moat, and Memphel's amazingly powerful arrow pierced his chest, shooting him dead in the By the moat.

And his bodyguard, Jerome, died in a one-on-one duel with Slovenir.

The main general died, the front line collapsed, and the rear position was also destroyed by Cyril alone.

The people of St. Emma couldn't imagine that the Parkri, which they had just defeated less than a day ago, was taken back by the La Rochelle people, and even a whole army was stationed in Parkri, preparing to deploy their "device." "The army was also wiped out by the people of La Rochelle.

The corpses of the Orsan Emma people were piled high outside the city, and the black dragon flag was inserted obliquely in front of their mountain of corpses.The best painters painted this scene, which, under the title "The Journey of Saint-Emma," spread throughout La Rochelle in a few months.

On the Adelaide Sea, it was already a day after the general headquarters of the Osan Emma people received the news that the Parkeri army had been completely wiped out.When the veteran Rowell Oberian was furiously planning to dispatch his troops to Parkri, retake the city they had occupied, and crush the group of La Rochelle, another message followed. their headquarters.

"The Second Legion of La Rochelle launched a full-scale raid on our army stationed in St. Hytel. The troops in St. Hytel joined forces with the Second Legion. Our army suffered heavy losses!!"

Lowell O'Brien stood at the bow and tore the letter to pieces.

He breathed heavily and tried to reprimand him as usual, but he couldn't say a word.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Concentrate your forces."

"Prepare for a general attack."

(End of this chapter)