Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 775
Adler region, Sankt Heiter.

Although the black warhorse has restrained its flaming aura, its strong body and the aura emanating from its pair of jet-black and round eyes all make people recognize its extraordinaryness.

Although the knight sitting on horseback covered his figure and face with a thick cloak, he could tell from the horse he was riding that he was absolutely extraordinary.

It's just that such an eye-catching knight walked in the bustling crowd, but he didn't attract anyone's attention, as if he didn't exist here.He rode straight out of St. Heitel and into the rebuilt and prosperous port.

On the most remote pier, there were already people waiting for his arrival.When the girl with long white hair saw him, she jumped and shouted, "Here, here!"

Cyril turned over and got off the horse, the black war horse twisted and turned into a fluffy bunny in an instant, jumping into the girl's palm.

"Where's Captain Christine? Caroline."

"Captain Christine will be here soon." Caroline rubbed the rabbit's fat face and fat butt back and forth, "Why do we go by boat instead of going directly through the forest to O'Santa Emma?"

"The Nora Corridor is the dividing line between filth and nature, just like a national border. Both sides are heavily guarded here." Cyril explained, "Choose to go through the forest and turn over from the Nora Corridor, and it is obvious to tell the filthy I'm going to go in."

"In contrast, the city of Marcade, which is near the Adelaide Sea, is a considerable distance from the west of Alma St. Emma and the control area of ​​St. Helcoent."

"The dominance of filth over there is not as strong as in other areas, and it is more suitable for us to adapt to the environment of the area occupied by filth."

A god has a god's filthy method. The main manifestation of Nora's filth is the black forest. As for the usual form of Danya's filth, Cyril is still unclear at this time.

The forcible reconstruction and splicing of the Usain Emmas into giants like what appeared on the battlefield is of course a manifestation of Danya's filth, but from the understanding of power, this is the result of the explosion of power.

To adapt to the filthy environment of Danya and find a breakthrough from it, this is what Cyril has to do before entering the range of St. Helcoent.

"By the way, this is the result based on Captain Christine's experience."

As soon as Cyril finished speaking, a steady female voice sounded behind him, "Adapting to the filthy environment really needs to be done step by step. This time, there will be no Nora's power to protect you, Adrian."

Cyril nodded to the head of the female knight who appeared behind them. He had already shared with Christine the experience of fighting many filth before, and the two summed up many merits based on their respective experiences.

On this trip to St. Emma, ​​apart from Christine, the only familiar person Cyril brought with him was Caroline.

If Caroline was just Caroline, then even if she was crying and leaving the child, Cyril would not agree to her leaving Siliki.

But in Caroline's body, there is still the only God with normal consciousness in the world today.

The god of death, Tris.

At this time, Cyril already knew that the success of his breakthrough in gathering three soul fragments and unlocking the second panel in Northern Xinjiang was closely related to Tris, the god of death. It can be said that the latter gave him this " The power of "Holy Corpse Guard" has also officially started his journey of "cleaning up the descendants for the gods".

And Triss still exists in the world, and is also inextricably linked with the holy skeleton guard... If Triss had awakened in Caroline earlier, she might be Cyril's authentic guide.

Caroline was unaware of the above.

"But speaking of it, can't we just ride a dragon and fly there? Little Green and Little Purple." Caroline counted on her fingers.

After Sigrid disappeared, the two giant dragons whose bodies were equipment could only choose to obey Cyril's orders.Cyril did not directly deprive the two of their right to exist in the form of dragons, but let them free themselves and only use them when necessary.

Among the two dragons, the green dragon is a part of the equipment. It is a set of mythical equipment called [Dragon King Divine Power], and its attributes in the game are of course the top.

In reality, while it can perfectly exert and amplify the natural disaster-level power, what is even more brilliant is its special effects:
"[Dragon King Divine Power]: The power of the dragon can enable you to master a certain amount of dragon language magic, and at the same time, ordinary magic power disturbances will not be able to cause harm to you."

This passage sounds simple and straightforward. First of all, Cyril has already tried it. To be honest, it is not as easy to use as the natural force that he has now, but the effect as a strange move is definitely outstanding. .

The second is the key.

The "ordinary" magical disturbance—the mother who planned the road of glory, can you describe this ordinary in a more straightforward way, so that people can know how ordinary it is?

And after the test of Cyril fighting the filth, this ordinary range is below the natural disaster level.

It's really ordinary enough.

But this is undoubtedly a good thing for Cyril. Even if he doesn't care about extraordinary attacks, Caroline and Christine will always care about them. This level of defensive performance is always useful.

"Because an old friend volunteered to see us for the 'last time'." Cyril smiled before he could speak, and Caroline stretched out her little hand and stood on tiptoe to cover his mouth, "What last time, bah Bah, bah, don't talk nonsense."

While she was playing, a boat quickly came from a distance and stopped at the pier where they were standing.

It was a small cruiser with a strong neo-Port Orville style.On the deck at the bow, a man was waving to them: "Adrien, I've been waiting for a long time—ah, Captain Christine is here?"

"Evans." Cyril jumped onto the deck with a smile, and bumped fists and shoulders with this old friend who came all the way from the Port of New Orville, "How is it, Patriarch Auditore?"

"Don't be funny." Evans laughed, "Cassandra is the head of the family. After all, I am a diplomat from La Rochelle."

He rolled his eyes, then leaned over mysteriously and whispered, "She just gave birth to her second daughter."

"Hey, congratulations." Cyril suddenly looked at Evans with admiration, "I remember I was a son before?"

"Why is there incomplete information about you?" Evans blamed, "The first child is twin siblings, and the second child is a daughter."

"Amazing, amazing." Cyril said in awe, "I'm not as good as you."

Evans immediately became complacent, and waved his finger to the cabin, "I have prepared a lot of wine, and the mouth of the Adlai Sea is too small, and this ship almost failed to come in - these few days, you have to take care of me. drink!"

"Drinking?" Cyril rolled his eyes, "You are a professional level, and you are worthy of being compared with the natural disaster level?"

Drinking is not something that can be won by arrogance. It is true that Evans does have a few tricks in drinking, but Cyril is physically strong, and his natural disaster-level physique is connected with nature. How can he drink well?

While talking and laughing, the ship has already set sail.

Sailing from the Sea of ​​Adelaide all the way to Marcade, the port city of St. Emma, ​​and then Evans returned to Port New Orway, and the three of Cyril continued to St. Hall even wanted to take a circle from the open sea, starting from the southernmost island of O'Santa Emma.

It's just that the distance is too exaggerated and a waste of time.

In order to hurry up, he was forced to launch the journey to Ossa Emma at this point in time.

During this journey, Evans did not let the ship speed up deliberately, nor did he suppress the speed, and proceeded normally.Drinking and chatting every day, it seems that they are here for a quick trip instead of accomplishing a major event to save the world.

But even so, the Adelaide Sea was only an inland sea after all, and in less than ten days, the port of Marcade appeared in sight.

The two were drinking at the bow of the boat. When they saw the port appear, they stood up together, but then they both fell into doubts.

"If I'm not mistaken, is there a stranded battleship there?"

In the waters near the port, a warship that was so huge that it seemed out of place in the entire waters was running aground there.Although its anchor has also been dropped, and it looks like it is docked normally, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the water depth here can no longer bear its huge size.

"That's the Osan Emma ship that attacked the Adler area before." Cyril slapped his head and remembered, "In Osan Emma's current state, aren't they seeking their own death when they go ashore?"

"Could it be that they have been staying on the ship?"

"If you're lucky, maybe you can meet... Rowell Oberian?"

He remembered that the old general who was in charge of attacking the Adler area by Saint Emma, ​​severed his finger that Rowell Oberian was not dead.

In the battle of St. Hytel, Ost. Emma's troops were defeated because of Danya's filth, and St. Hytel had no spare energy to pursue. He could only let Rowell O'Brien lead his Ira The Lilian army retreated.

And in the following year, this Ao San Emma's fleet never appeared again.

"Do you need my help?" Qing Evans said seriously, "I still have a few heavy guns with excellent firepower on board."

"No need, just send us here." Cyril smiled at him, and then stretched out his hand.

Evans looked at his hand, then reached out to shake it.

"In the future history of the world, there will definitely be such a stroke." Evans smiled heartily, looking at the young man who walked out of the snowstorm in northern Xinjiang with him and now stands at the top of mankind, "The new era begins with Cyril Adrian started, he saved the world."

"And all of this starts with his good friend, Qing Evans, who personally sailed the boat and took him from St. Hytel in La Rochelle to Marcade in O'St. Emma."

The two looked at each other, then laughed.

Amidst their laughter, the water below the bow of the ship surged, and then two huge figures, one blue and one purple, broke through the water, took off, flapped their wings, and hovered in front of the bow.

Evans let go of Cyril's hand, took a step back, and said loudly, "No more!"

Cyril turned around and stepped onto the back of the green dragon. On the other side, Captain Christine and Caroline stepped onto the back of the purple dragon. The two giant dragons flew high and ran aground towards the Ossa Emma. warship flew away.

And Evans stood on the deck, watching the two giant dragons land on the bow of the battleship, and then returned to the cabin, and ordered: "Turn back, return to New Aowei Port."

He leaned against the wall, picked up the unfinished wine bottle, shook it in his hand, and drank it directly to his mouth without using a cup.

"May the stars shine on you."

Facing the direction in which the dragon flew away, he raised the empty wine bottle.

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As Cyril had imagined, there were quite a number of Saint Emma soldiers stationed on the deck of the battleship.They howled when they noticed the dragon flying towards them, and even tried to shoot with crossbows and bow crossbows.

But this kind of attack is really not even scratching the dragon's scales. In fear, they could only let the two giant dragons stop on the deck of the warship.

When Cyril jumped off the dragon's back, he saw pairs of panicked eyes with fear written all over them.

"Who's your commander?" He stamped his feet with his hands behind his back, and asked in O'San Emma.

This simple action caused the frontline Ao San Emma soldiers to sit down on the ground in fright, hugging their heads and begging for mercy loudly: "No, no... no, no, kill me, just kill me! "

His begging for mercy...or begging for death was like a fuse, and in an instant, the entire bow deck was almost full of such voices.

"Filth." Cyril immediately realized that the spirits and emotions of these soldiers were already very fragile, and it could even be said that they would break at the touch of a finger.

He turned his head and looked at Christine, and the latter's eyes revealed the same opinion.

However, this was not a problem for Cyril. He put his palms together lightly, and the power of nature overflowed from his palms, covering the entire battleship in an instant.

Green tender seedlings drilled out from the gaps in the deck, thick roots climbed up the side wall of the warship, blossoming flowers bloomed, and in the blink of an eye, the majestic warship was filled with the aroma of melons and fruits.

Under the infiltration of such fragrance, the faces of those soldiers quickly showed relief expressions. They all sat down on the ground, their tired faces gradually relaxed, and even fell asleep directly.

This is the power of nature, cleansing their souls tormented by filth.

"Ahhh, why are they all asleep?" Caroline jumped up and down, "No one has answered Cyril's question yet!"

"There's no need for them to answer." Cyril shook his head and looked in the direction of the cabin.

There, a figure was limping out.

When the light illuminated the face of the figure, Cyril narrowed his eyes.

The leader of the Hilaria Legion, the veteran "Severe Finger", Rowell O'Brien.

(End of this chapter)