Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 728 God is forged.

Under the phantom of the thirty-corn-high earth element phantom, the knight under the chubby helmet at the core is already bleeding from his facial features.

Under the heavy pressure of the earth element, his consciousness began to gradually collapse, but this did not stop the giant sword from falling.

The summoned creature of the contract element connected to Lambert's soul, the Bingling Weeping Demon Lion, faced the huge sword that fell from its head, and kept roaring, but its body of only seven meters made it look like a fried hair My cat is just meowing uselessly.

Lambert turned and fled, but the air around her was stagnant due to the coercion of the earth element. She couldn't escape the lock of the earth element at all, and finally she could only turn her head dejectedly, looking at her summoned creature— —

The giant sword fell down.

The Ice Weeping Demon Lion opened its mouth, and the ice-blue elements were accumulating; but all this was futile under that giant sword. The blade was crushed into broken ice elements, which were scattered one after another.

Lambert's heart ached, and the broken soul made her fall to the ground in pain. Blood spurted out from every pore, and before it could dye the brown soil under her feet, the giant sword had already chased to the top of her head. .

She is dead.

However, the knight who killed her didn't even know that this professional-level Austrian Saint Emma, ​​who died under his sword, was once hailed as the most promising top-notch genius next to Austrian Saint Emma. Transcendence is only a step away.

The brown-gold giant standing on the plain lowered the sword in his hand, and stood there for nearly half a minute, then turned into a golden spot of light and fluttered down.

All that was left was the ridiculous looking knight in his chubby armor, who fell forward and fell to the ground.

Blood continuously overflowed from his whole body, and under the heavy pressure, his body was on the verge of collapse.Consciousness has dissipated, and the last action he made was to turn to the battle position in the distance and hold the sword in his hand.

The golden earth elements fluttered and scattered, like layers of golden blankets, gently covering his body.

After they landed, they gradually became solid, and finally raised a ten-meter-high hill, burying Leonardo inside.

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Cyril held the sword in his hand, and his eyes wandered back and forth on the two Chaofans in front of him, and finally fell on Rowell Oberian.

The latter felt his gaze, and felt that the wounds on his body had been hit hard again, and his face was distorted for a moment.

"It turns out that the people of Austria Saint Emma have completely abandoned their brilliance and dignity, and they can be ashamed to this extent."

Cyril spoke coldly, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, like a poisonous snake waiting to hunt its prey with one blow.

Rowell Oberian frowned, staring at the young marquis who seemed to be unscathed under the bombardment of the Red Dragon Heart Flame, he felt extremely troublesome.

He had no fear in his heart, but at this moment, he couldn't help but ask himself, can he really get rid of this young Marquis?

How could such a monster exist in this world?Under the blockade of the Primordial Forbidden Art, it can still resist the Red Dragon Heart Flame—even those adult dragons with this intensity of flames will suffer some injuries. How can there be someone like you who is unscathed and still Can be alive and kicking?
Priest Hilbert had already taken two steps forward, grabbed the void with one hand, and a two-person staff had already fallen into his palm.

"Original Priest?" Cyril turned his gaze to him and asked in a frivolous tone.

"Hilbert." Priest Hilbert nodded slightly, reporting his family name——

Cyril has heard of this name before, the original cathedral of St. Herkont, there are four priests under Pope Nichols, this system is based on the four most loyal followers of Danya in the age of gods: Eno, Monroe, Shiffin, Leander.

Hilbert was listed among them, corresponding to the name "Ino".

It's just that at this time, Cyril doesn't care about his reputation at all. It's better to say that the greater the origin of the Primordial Priest he is facing, the louder his voice can be:
"My lord, Danya, Priest Hilbert, I have a question about the Code of Origin, do you dare to answer it?"

There was no respect in his tone, but the priest just frowned, then nodded and said: "Danya, if it is related to the original teaching, I will naturally answer."

"Then please listen carefully." Cyril sneered: "Yuanchu is above, Danya is above, Danya grants equal rights to its creations, Yuanchu Sect is committed to maintaining peace among human beings, and shares Danya's worries."

"Then at this moment, is it possible that St. Emma's invasion of La Rochelle conforms to the definition of 'peace' between human kingdoms under the original doctrine?"

Hilbert lowered his head and did not answer in time.The veteran Rowell Oberian winked at him frequently, but he still didn't say a word.

"Are you speechless, or are you thinking about how to argue?"

"I don't intend to quibble." Hilbert finally replied, "As His Excellency the Marquis said, I agree with part of what you said."

"Is there any falsehood in what I said?" Cyril sneered.

Priest Hilbert drooped his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "O Saint Emma invaded La Rochelle. I admit this established fact."

"So...you don't agree with the following words?" Cyril suddenly realized something, narrowed his eyes, stared at the priest who succeeded "Ino", and his voice gradually became lower.

And this priest seemed to muster up his courage, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes glistened, and he said loudly to Cyril: "My lord, Danya, this war was launched under the oracle requested by Bishop Nichols." of!"

"That is to say, this war was approved by the great Danya, who stood on the side of the Ostem Emma Empire and agreed to this war against the Kingdom of La Rochelle!"

"For this reason, La Rochelle is to blame!"

While he was speaking, he held up the magic staff in his hand, and a jewel on the end of the staff shone brightly with his movements, rippling around like ripples, and the blazing and sacred light covered most of the barracks. Inside, the flames on the soldiers who were still suffering from Chilong Xinyan suddenly extinguished, and the scorched flesh immediately began to grow again, and the injuries on their bodies were also erased one by one——

"Blessed by the gods, it is the protection of the gods of the great Danya!"

Rowell O'Brien lowered his head, seeing the injury in his abdomen gradually recovering under the light of the halo, his eyes couldn't help becoming fanatic——

The blessing of the gods, the effect of the prayer technique cast by Hilbert can be regarded as the top-notch today-after all, no one in the country of Saint Emma has been able to attract people from Dan by himself. Blessed by the supreme god of Asia.

Although a few months ago, the overseas expedition fleet seemed to have successfully released the highest level of divine protection, but the price was several Danya statues with the longest history in St. soul.

In a normal battlefield, is there any blessing that can compare to the protection of the gods they are bathing in at this time?

The morale in the barracks of Ao Sheng Emma instantly became high, and the decline brought about by the previous tragedy has been wiped away.Those ordinary soldiers even had the courage to raise their weapons, and gradually approached the thin young Marquis, waiting for an order, they would rush up and chop the tender meat with sharp knives.

Priest Hilbert quietly watched the silent young man in front of him. There was no arrogance in his eyes. He just looked at the latter calmly, and then asked calmly:
"Your Excellency the Marquis, I think you should also understand, continue to be in..."

Before he finished speaking, the young Marquis suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly:
"hahahahahahahahaha!"

Cyril laughed until tears flowed from his eyes, and the way he leaned forward and back made the soldiers of Saint Emma who surrounded him retreat subconsciously, thinking that the young Marquis couldn't help being hit, and lost his mind and went crazy.

With such a rampant appearance, even the well-preserved Priest Hilbert couldn't help showing an angry face - he didn't allow anyone to be so presumptuous before Danya's baptism.So he stepped forward and asked:
"Your Excellency the Marquis, you should understand the current situation, if you continue to be stubborn..."

"Priest Hilbert." Cyril interrupted him again, seeing the angry look on the old man's face, but his expression was quite relaxed, and he even held his sword in his arms, and said slowly:

"That is to say, is there such a possibility?"

"God, is it fake?"

His voice was neither soft nor loud, but with the quietly spreading wind, it floated clearly into the ears of every Austrian Saint Emma soldier.

"Marquis, this is the last time I warn you!"

The staff hit the ground heavily, and Hilbert strode forward. Cyril's words had already touched his bottom line, and he could no longer just sit back and watch him utter crazy words.

His pace was extremely fast, as if the space had been spanned by him, and he was already in front of Cyril in two or three steps.The long staff didn't see any movement of its arm, and it had already smashed heavily towards Cyril.

But all of a sudden, his eyes blurred—the young man had disappeared from his face, and what remained in front of him was only a thin breath of space.

"God, it's a forgery!"

"The oracle you mentioned is a forgery!"

The young man's high-pitched voice came from above his head. He raised his head, only to see the young man floating in the sky, his figure almost overlapping with the sun.

Rowell O'Brien's face twitched, and he was about to condense his magic power to re-condense into his dragon head, and burn the living target in the air down.But suddenly there was a loud wind in his ears, and immediately after that, his eyes were already covered with the blue color of the wind element, and he couldn't even find a trace of red fire element around him for a while.

"Priest Hilbert, let me ask you, since you agree that Saint Emma's war against La Rochelle is an invasion, how can you say that it was approved by Danya? Your conscience will not Does it hurt?"

"But Bishop Nicole sent a message, it was an oracle from Danya—"

"It's funny! The gods have already turned into stars and gone away, why did they send down their oracles to the earth?" Cyril laughed loudly, "Just because of a message from Nichols, they regarded it as the truth-you touch it Ask yourself with your own conscience, what is true and what is false?"

Hilbert opened his arms, and his robe and hair were blown by the wind. He looked up at Cyril who was standing in mid-air, and replied loudly: "This long staff is the token given by Bishop Nicole. With the permission of the great Danya, without his permission, I would not be able to obtain such a glorious protection of the gods!"

Rowell O'Brien kept winking at him, signaling the priest not to engage in unnecessary verbal entanglement with the young man—they had already wasted too much time on the Marquis, who had originally failed The purpose of going to the barracks was to use the hands of Hilbert's sacrificial priest, and the two of them would work together to press Cyril to death in one fell swoop. How could they have thought that the situation would become like this.

Although it is said that there is a priest, it is inevitable to kill Cyril Adrian at this time - no matter how monster the latter is, the total amount of magic power is limited after all. It is impossible to continue to maintain the previous physique, and it will eventually be worn to death.

And the Aosheng Emma troops who have been protected by the gods can just drive straight in, even if they are not suppressed by the catapult, these soldiers who have been protected can completely crush them all the way with the siege vehicle.

However, even though it seems that the advantage is already so great, he still doesn't want to wait a little longer. He just wants to see St. Hytel explode on the spot and replace the city with the dragon flag of Ao St. Emma.

But Priest Hilbert ignored him at all. As "Ino", he was not something a marshal could easily instruct.At this moment, all Priest Hilbert's attention was focused on the debate with Cyril. He held up the staff, and the pearl on the staff was once again smudged with brilliance. Once again enveloped in it.

"Look, Danya's blessing, God's protection, what a power it is!!"

But the young man above his head watched all this indifferently, and suddenly spoke, and the voice fell lightly, leaving a deep blow on Hilbert's priest's heart:
"Hilbert sacrificial."

"Can your piety resonate with this divine protection?"

Priest Hilbert froze suddenly.

The staff in his hand was still held up, and the protection of the gods was still continuing, and it seemed that nothing happened.

But his expression gradually became ugly, and surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

"No, no..." He kept murmuring in his mouth, as if to confirm, he was silent for a few seconds, but after that, his expression was as if he had fallen into a cave of ice.

"Have you felt it?"

The young man's voice rang out slowly.

"At the beginning of the year, water droplets were used as marks, that is gentle power, why was it so hot and violent?"

"As the priest who inherited Yinuo's position, didn't you even think of this?"

Cyril stood in mid-air, shaking his head slightly.

Then he reached out from his chest and picked up the hanging necklace.

"Danya, I pray for your protection."

Under Hilbert's sacrificial priest, Rowell Oberian's incredulous eyes, he chanted softly.

Subsequently.

Light surged from his body.

Straight to the sky.

(End of this chapter)