Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 776 Lowell Oberian
Veteran Rowell O'Brien.

The head of the Hilaria Legion, the top commander in the military of Santa Emma is enough to rank among the top three.

Even when he withdrew from outside the city of St. Hytel—this was already the most humiliating result for a confident commander, but at that time he was still standing upright, holding his halberd , Standing on the deck overlooking St. Heitel, as if wanting to carve the nameplate of "Ao St. Emma" on it with his eyes.

In fact, after the battle in Adler, Amasir has been keeping a close eye on the coastal area, and even dispatched several cruisers from the sea to the Sea of ​​Adler for support, hoping to find a way to take advantage of Adler. Lowell O'Brien, who slackened his attack again in Le region, took him down in one fell swoop.

It might sound absurd, but given the character of the veteran's drive to the end, such a thing is entirely possible.

It was only that La Rochelle's ships had been patrolling the sea for nearly two months, but they couldn't find the warship of Ao San Emma, ​​so it was confirmed that the people of Ao San Emma had indeed left, and they relaxed their vigilance.

But at this moment, Rowell Oberian, even though Cyril knew his identity, could hardly recognize him as Rowell Oberian.

His figure seems to have been sawed off out of thin air, the upper body still belongs to the majestic flesh of a veteran, and the legs of the lower body... one is a slender human leg that does not conform to the proportion of his body, smooth and white, you can't even see it Leg hair, like a woman's leg.

On the other side, there are simply two pieces of white bones, poked bare on the ground, even the bones of the feet are gone.

"Here, you—"

Cyril's pupils shrank slightly, and Rowell O'Brien's face surprised him even more.One of his eyes became hollow, but it wasn't completely hollow, as if something lived in it.When Cyril tried to take a closer look, suddenly five fingers rushed out from the hollow eye sockets and grabbed at random, causing the veteran to howl in a low voice.

And on his right cheek, there was an extra mouth—that mouth appeared abruptly on his cheek, even half grinning at this time, revealing sharp teeth and a forked tongue.

"Rowell Oberian." Cyril lowered his voice and whispered.

"Ah, it's you... the Marquis of Amasiel, Your Excellency Cyril Adrian..."

Rowell raised his arm, he was wearing a tattered felt, and as soon as he lifted it, his thin arm was exposed, which was covered with bandages.

"Seeing me in such a state of embarrassment, the Marquis of Adrian must be... very happy?"

"Happy?" Cyril lowered his eyelids and shook his head, "This is a disaster."

"Did Makad make you like this?" He asked directly.

"Markade, Markad..." the veteran whispered, "It's not Marcade anymore, it's destruction, it's the end, it's a fallen city..."

Cyril's heart sank. Their original plan was to start adapting to a place where the filth was relatively light.But if even Markard by the Adlais looks like this...

"You guys can't go ashore?"

"Ashore?" The veteran smiled wryly in a low voice, "There were 5000 people before we landed, but now there are less than 300 left, what do you think?"

"When did you try to land?"

"Last year... July? Or August? I don't remember." Rowell O'Brien suddenly screamed, as the hand burst out of his eye socket again, fingertips on his face Scratching.He swung his right hand and punched that hand three times, until the fingers of that hand curled up and retreated, and then he calmed down.

"I just remember that the smell of corpses is everywhere, and that city is completely ruined... At first, we even thought that you destroyed Markad, and you were going to take back the city, who knows..."

"Crazy, all crazy, they lost their bodies, bit each other, flesh and blood connected to each other, my eyes, my face, my legs——ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Rowell O'Brien covered his face and cried bitterly. This scene is unimaginable. This is the action that the famous generals of St. Emma would do, but as long as you know their experience, you will feel that his crying seems natural .

Cyril was silent, and at this time Caroline and Captain Christine also came over.

"The counting is over, there are 230 seven people left on the boat." Captain Christine looked unhappy, "The water here is too shallow, and their boat is completely stranded here, and it is impossible to sail away."

"But they came back from the shore."

"So they have nowhere to go, they can only be trapped here to die."

Cyril took a deep breath, he slowly spread his vision, and his eyes gradually touched the city on the shore, the dilapidated city scene was imprinted in his eyes, and there seemed to be a few giants walking slowly in the distance .

Indeed, as Rowell Oberian said, the city has been completely soaked in filth.

"We're going ashore."

He turned and said to Lowell O'Brien.The veteran raised his head suddenly when he heard the words, his only remaining eye was full of surprise, "Go ashore... Go ashore? Are you going ashore?"

"Yes." Cyril said bluntly, "We are going all the way to St. Helcoent to solve this kind of thing from the source. Do you want to stay on the boat and wait to die, or go with us."

His voice was so loud that the rest of the Alma Santos soldiers could hear him.The faces of those tired Ao San Emma people were immediately filled with excitement and panic, and they began to discuss:
"Go ashore? Go ashore? Can we still go ashore?"

"Go home, I want to go home, go home! Let me go home!"

"Hungry...so hungry..."

Cyril looked at the hesitant veteran, and said calmly: "We can't send you far away, but it's not difficult to clear this Markade."

"Make your choice, Rowell O'Brien."

He was waiting for the veteran's reply. During the period, Captain Christine, who looked displeased, whispered a few words into his ear. After Cyril nodded silently, Rowell Oberian finally extended his hand to Cyril.

"Also please...Marquis Adrian, help us."

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There was no one on the shore of Marcade, the towering lighthouse had already collapsed, leaving only half of the ruins, and all the docks in the port were also destroyed, with traces of shelling.

Only ruins remained of the city wall, and no one knew how the thick city wall became what it is now without being bombarded by foreign enemies.

A procession of more than [-] people entered the city from the gap beside the broken city gate. The leader was three La Rochelle men, followed by the troops of Saint-Emma.

"When you went ashore, was this already here?"

"It's already like this." Rowell O'Brien staggered a little, he kept pressing the empty eye, and it seemed that the hand became particularly active, "I can't remember too much... only I remember it was okay when we first entered the city, but when we approached the central square of the city, the team began to be divided..."

He seemed to be in pain and stopped talking.

This appearance made Caroline a little worried. She looked back at the staggering veteran from time to time, and wanted to say something, but Cyril held her palm tightly and pulled her to her side.

And Cyril didn't care about his pain at all, he looked around, it looked like an ordinary city destroyed by war, there was nothing special about it.

Then he went on to ask:
"Where exactly is it? How far is it from us?"

"Also, there are... three blocks..."

They continued to walk forward, and Cyril didn't speak anymore, but quietly held Caroline's hand and walked slowly.

There were collapsed houses all around him, and he couldn't even see the original city layout clearly. All the alleys were covered by broken buildings. He could only feel that he was close to the center of the city from the geographical position.

"How far is it?"

"Come on, come on, it's here, it's here, it's almost here..."

Rowell O'Brien's speech speed suddenly increased, Caroline was taken aback, and wanted to look back at Rowell O'Brien's appearance, but Christine sandwiched her from left to right. In the middle, Cyril even put an arm around her, making it impossible for her to turn around.

"Cyril, Cyril, let me see..."

She twisted her body, but Cyril suddenly stopped, and the chaotic footsteps behind her also stopped.

"Is it here?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, this is here..." Rowell O'Brien's voice showed a sharpness that did not match his voice line, as if several voices were mixed together.

"Here, you were attacked by the filth, you started to resist, you were cut up, and then you fled back to the boat, and have been living together until now?"

"Yes, yes, that's how it is."

Caroline suddenly felt creepy, because she felt something rubbing behind her, making a goose-bumping sound... It sounded like, teeth grinding?
But Cyril and Christine didn't mean to look back at all, and didn't let her look back, but Cyril spoke slowly.

"Maybe what you said is true, but I think there is a little bit of deviation in some things?"

"For example, in the absence of food, how did hundreds of people persist for more than half a year until now?"

The heavy breathing behind him suddenly stopped.

There were obviously hundreds of people standing on the street, but at this moment it became completely silent.

"Captain Christine has searched your granary. It is covered with a thick layer of dust and covered with cobwebs. Even the aisle leading to the granary is like this. No one has entered the granary for at least half a year."

"Is that so, Captain Christine?"

"Yes, absolutely correct." Jane Christine replied softly, and her other hand was already holding down the hilt of the sword at her waist.

"Of course, you can explain it however you want. The most important point, Rowell Oberian, I would like to ask—"

"Why haven't I felt any filth in the city since I entered the city?"

"Why is the filthy smell gathering behind me so strongly?"

Suddenly there was a sharp roar from behind, and a strong hurricane hit the place where the three of Cyril were.But Cyril had been on guard for a long time, he put his arm around Caroline, rushed forward, and shouted at the same time:
"Captain Christine, I'll leave it to you—"

"no problem."

When the female knight leader's steady voice sounded, her figure had already soared into the air, and the sharp long sword pulled out a silver ribbon in mid-air. At the same time, two huge giant figures stretched out their hands towards her. Come, but before stretching out halfway, those two arms have all fallen to the ground——

The screams and roars exploded in the entire block in an instant.Cyril half-covered Caroline's eyes, and turned around, facing behind him.

There used to be Rowell Oberian and more than two hundred remnants of the Hilaria Legion, walking in an irregular square formation.

But at this moment, that phalanx has disappeared.

The soldiers of Ao San Emma are connected to each other to form the body of a huge centipede.And the veteran became the head of the centipede.

His clothes had been ripped open, revealing a broad belly with a huge mouth flicking tongue and saliva.The white and delicate woman's legs were rolled by the tongue, and immediately pulled into the big mouth, chewed and swallowed quickly.

From that empty eye, a whole arm protruded, covering almost all of Rowell O'Brien's original face, and the sharp voice came out of it:
"Very hungry, so hungry, so hungry..."

"Eat, I want to eat you!"

With a rough roar, the human centipede swooped towards Cyril.

Cyril was indifferent to this and just sighed.

Then, in his empty right hand, there was suddenly a sword.

【Sword of the Holy White Alliance, Iggy Walker】.

He flicked his wrist lightly, left and right, leaving two interlaced white lights in the air, and then lowered his sword.

The movement of the huge human centipede to pounce on him came to an abrupt end as the two swords were swung out.

The Ao San Emma who were the body parts fell down like dandruff being stirred, and the long centipede body fell off in an instant, leaving only Lowell Auber as the head An Fei fell in front of Cyril, wailing in pain.

Cyril lowered his head and looked at the veteran whose arms and legs had all disappeared. He had completely lost the ability to stand up again and could only writhe like a maggot.

Without any further words, he raised his hand and pierced the long sword in his hand into the big mouth that was still howling in his abdomen.

The holy white light flashed all over Rowell O'Brien's whole body in an instant, the big mouth twisted and screamed, and disappeared on his abdomen under the baptism of white light.And the arm on his face also shrank rapidly, and in an instant, a face of Rowell O'Brien, who was still human, was left even though one eye was missing.

He coughed violently, blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and the only remaining eye rolled around, fixed on Cyril's body.

"thanks……"

He said with the last of his strength.

And Cyril nodded slightly, and raised his sword again, this time, what pierced Rowell Oberian's heart.

"rest in peace."

He said.

　Should be able to guess what Lowell O'Brien did?
　　Anyway, the next chapter will also interpret orz
　　
　
(End of this chapter)