Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 778 St. Helcoent
The eagle hovers above the holy city, and its sharp eagle eyes will have a panoramic view of the avenue that runs through the entire territory of St. Helcoin.Three or four rows of carriages are crowded on this wide "Holy Nation Avenue", but the noisy crowd is not irritated by the congestion. Looking at the towering royal city in the distance, which seems to be bathed in holy light , always with reverence in his eyes.

The heavily armored knights of the kingdom were sitting on tall horses covered in heavy armor, with the lances in their hands erected, standing on both sides of the avenue.The sub-dragon with a strong and elegant figure shook its wings and fell straight down from the air. The emperor on the dragon's back stood up slowly, accepting the reverent eyes of his subjects——

This is [Road to Glory] V0.1.1 version, the picture in the promotional video of Ao Sheng Emma, ​​the magnificent holy city of St. The outermost ring of the special collar leads all the way to the "Holy Nation Avenue" of St. Helkent, the heroic knight and the emperor riding a dragon...

Every scene makes the players excited.

However, when Cyril himself came to this world, he never had the chance to witness such a scene.

The Holy Country Avenue is right in front of you, and the patrolling knights are also making the sound of horseshoes, and the carriages are indeed still "congested" on this Holy Country Avenue.

But there is no blue sky here, no excited and noisy people-the sky is gray and black, and dark clouds seem to be falling down.The carriage was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was unknown how long it had been abandoned here.

And those patrolling knights...

They have been stripped of their lives and become part of the filth.Black mist continuously emanated from the gaps in the armor of those knights. Their heads were lowered, just wandering aimlessly.

"You can go all the way along the Holy Country Avenue to St. Helcoent." Christine took a deep breath, "It's just...is it true that you can't find a living person from St. Emma?"

"The closer you get to St. Helcoent, the less likely someone will survive." Cyril replied calmly, "This is not a flu virus, nor a plague, nor is it a necromancer's undead spell..."

"This is filth, this is the end. It doesn't distinguish between, and it doesn't miss any dead corners. It sweeps all the way, kills all the creatures within its range, and absorbs them as part of itself."

Christine was silent.

The female knight leader only felt a little numb.When she was in Palannia, although she also witnessed those cities that were attacked by filth, there were still many survivors there after all. She had seen refugees fleeing for refuge, accounting for 80.00% of the population of a city.

And that's just Pallania.

She had already seen the tragedy when she went deep into St. Emma before, but at that time she thought that at least the capital and holy city of this huge empire was the most glorious St. Herkont to the whole world. There should be a way to resist.

Perhaps that emperor, Emperor Uriel I, could be decisive enough to give up most of the territory, at least to keep the capital itself.

But when she learned from Cyril that St. Helcoent was the source of all the filth, she already understood that her expectation was a dream after all.

But the reality was even crueler than she thought.

Caroline is very energetic - Tris has lost control of Caroline's body, and he seems to have been hit: on the way to St. The fact that Selo Hill's "Monroe" filth was wiped out by the young Marquis seemed to be unacceptable to him.

"This is already the core area of ​​filth, you two don't leave my side." Cyril sensed it with the eyes of true sight. Wherever he looked, the magic power was confused and distorted. From time to time, there was a distorted The soul is screaming.

Fortunately, Danya's filth can't cause direct harm to him. The authority of the God of Nature inherited from Nora gives him some immunity to filth, unless Danya's filthy deity is in front of him, otherwise He doesn't have to worry about his spirit being polluted.

"Go north along the Holy Country Avenue, walk for three days, and you will find the Holy City.

——"Liguoji·O Saint Emma""

But Cyril would not allow himself to waste three days here. With a wave of his hand, two giant dragons, one purple and one blue, took off into the air, and their fiery breath breathed out across the crowded road ahead.And the Nightmare Warhorse under his crotch gradually swelled and turned into a pitch-black giant dragon, shaking its wings and flying high.

The three giant dragons flew side by side at low altitude, trying not to touch the black clouds, and flew quickly on the Holy Country Avenue.

When the three giant dragons landed, it was already half a day later.

The holy city, St. Helcoent, also came into view.

"This is February 1443, 2, the year of the gods. I saw the capital of the most powerful country in the world, St. The inability to relate it to this country—no, strictly speaking, this journey has completely destroyed my impression of O'Santa Emma."

"What a gloomy city it is. It is indeed huge and magnificent, but at this moment, it feels like overlooking a collapsed snow-capped mountain from a high place, looking up at the sea from the bottom of the deep sea—yes, it is different from everything else. The 'brilliance' described in written biographies has nothing to do with it."

"It is squeezed heavily by black clouds, and those black clouds carry a confusing and crazy pollution ability, forming a tornado in its center, as if frantically absorbing what the city may still have left. A little vitality. The dragon relief above the city gate is full of broken traces. When we walked to the city gate, a fragment of the relief fell down and almost hit me..."

Many years later, this text written by Caroline Adrian, the wise man of the Holy White King's Court, became a must-read and memorized section of the Holy White King's Court textbook.

But what is recorded in words is only one percent of reality.

Hungry wild dogs bowed their heads on the side of the road and gnawed on human bones. When Cyril and the others jumped off the dragon's back and landed on the ground, they barked crazily.

They were all quite large, with their fat stomachs dragged on the ground. When they flew towards Cyril and the others, their fat stomachs seemed to be unable to bear the pressure, and they exploded with a bang!
The running momentum of these wild dogs had to stop as their stomachs exploded, and their bodies were even blown over.However, no intestines burst out of its burst stomach. Instead, two arms protruded from it, dripping with blood. The dog's body is back up again!

Then, a ferocious human head squeezed out of the stomachs of those dogs, covered most of their faces with long messy hair, and started yelling crazily at Cyril and the others in Austrian St. Emma's language:

"Tear up, kill, eat, perish!!!"

Amidst the shouts, the two arms dragged the overturned dog's body and crawled towards Cyril. The human head was roaring, and the upside-down dog's head was also barking!

"Damn..."

Cyril's face turned cold, and he didn't need to make a move. The head of the female knight had already stepped on her right foot, and the breathless wind swept past, cutting off all human and dog heads in an instant.

"Disgusting." She spat, took another step forward, and stomped all the dead dogs away.

"The city gate is open." Cyril looked forward.

The Holy Country Avenue has come to an end, and the end of the avenue is St. Helcoent.This city no longer has any of the glorious colors in the descriptions. The towering city walls are full of gray unknown characters painted with unknown mixed liquids. Just looking at those characters makes one feel uncomfortable. a feeling of.

"Dirty words? It wants to create a filthy civilization, relying on these lunatics?"

They moved forward slowly, the gate of the city gate was deep and mysterious, as if to say, once you enter it, there is no way back.

Especially the falling relief, the golden dragon head fell in front of Caroline's feet, and the whites of the godless eyes seemed to indicate the inevitable tragedy of entering it.

Cyril stopped in his tracks.

"Captain Christine." He turned his head and said to the gloomy female Knight Commander:
"It has already sent us here, and now there is a chance to go back."

And Christine seemed to have expected that the boy would slap her like this, and replied directly: "Adrien, you don't think that I will choose to go back after I have come here?"

Cyril nodded slightly, then turned to Caroline again.

"Caroline..."

"I know, Cyril."

Caroline, who was already a girl, raised her head, looked at Cyril who was more than a head taller than her, and said seriously, "There is Tris in my body, and I must be present in the face of Danya's filth. "

No more words.

Cyril turned around and walked into the deep city gate first.

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In the darkness, only the footsteps of three people sounded from place to place.

The distance from the city gate should not be considered long, but the road at this time seems to be endless.Cyril walked slower and slower. The darkness was not an obstacle to him, but after the darkness, all he saw was darkness.

He knew that this was the first disturbance from Danya's filth.

For more than a year, Danya's filth was allowed to grow wantonly here, and the most glorious holy city may have become a part of Danya's filth.

"It's really troublesome."

He spat, but was not in a hurry to draw his sword.

In the journey of cleaning up the filth in the past year, he has harvested the imprints of countless gods, large and small, and his [Holy Corpse Guard] has continuously swept those filthy imprints into his own suppression, and these imprints He has hardly used his power so far.

Now, facing Danya's filth, it is also the moment when he starts to use this power.

"【Imprint: Tide Cry】."

He raised his right hand, and there were countless tidal noises around him, one after another. The surging magic power surged back and forth amidst the tidal noises, colliding repeatedly between the walls, becoming louder and louder.

"This is the power from the god of tides." He explained to Caroline and Captain Christine, "and the effect of this power... is repeated superposition."

From a high-level point of view, this kind of power is a bit tasteless, because no natural disaster grade will allow a force to be superimposed in this way, and there is often no such venue to complete such a power superposition, but the city An environment like the door is precisely the stage for this power to play out.

The sound of the tide became louder and louder, and the magic power became more and more majestic. After repeated washing, Cyril finally saw the color of "grey haze" behind the darkness.

He waved his hand without hesitation, concentrated and exploded that force on the gap in the darkness, but it sounded like the sound of a balloon being popped, and the eyes of the three suddenly opened up.

They were already standing at the exit of the city gate, and the streets of St. Helcoent were in front of them.There was no one on the wide street, and the shops on both sides had broken doors and windows, and there was only a little intrusive movement in the hoarse wind.

"Is there no attack?" Caroline squeezed her little fist. She thought that she would encounter enemies as soon as she left the city gate.

"Of course." Cyril looked straight ahead, "He already knew we were coming, and the city gate was the first 'gift' He gave us."

"This shows that He is unwilling to let us approach easily, or that He values ​​us more."

"It's more or less important to you." Captain Christine looked sideways at Cyril, and there was no trace of nervousness on the boy's face.

"The natural disaster level is already the top combat power in this era of civilization. I think he should still have some scruples about the power of the two natural disaster level. The strength of Captain Christine is equally important." Cyril replied, suddenly lowering his voice :"coming."

The three of them immediately fell silent.

Then, a tidy and loud "bang" sounded in their ears, and the street in front of them shook.

what is itIs that kind of giant?Or some other behemoth?
Without giving Cyril a chance to guess, at the end of the street in front of him, their enemy has slowly turned around the corner.

Captain Christine's pupils could not help shrinking slightly when he saw the enemy approaching.

It was an army of earth dragons.

The earth dragons are advancing side by side in a row of five heads. Each earth dragon is covered with thick magic crystal armor. The armor of the earth dragon knight on the dragon's back is extremely hideous. It looks like several sets of armor have been pieced together. generally.And the aura emanating from every dragon knight has surpassed the extraordinary level.

"Earth Dragon Legion..." Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, then took a step to the side.

"Captain Christine, I think you should be very interested in such an enemy."

Christine froze for a moment, then let out a hearty laugh:
"Adrien, you are indeed my chosen successor to the Silver Blade Knights."

As she spoke, she strode forward and drew out the long sword at her waist.

Following her action, dozens of ground dragons on the opposite side roared wildly, and then charged towards the head of the female knight.

(End of this chapter)