Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 782 The Upside Down Mountain
The shining sword blade passed through the body, and the purifying power emanating from above continued to burn the bishop's body, causing the bishop's eyes to turn white, his tongue to stick out, his whole body to twitch uncontrollably, and the saliva mixed with blood continued to overflow.

"Photiou...Photiou... You still have this kind of backhand... So you still have this kind of backhand..."

The hoarse voice continued to roar, like a raving from the abyss.An inexplicable sense of vigilance arose in Cyril's heart. He suddenly increased the output of magic power, and the brilliance on the blade instantly expanded into a light cannon, which blasted a gap in the bishop's chest and sent him flying. go out.

And just as the bishop's body was flying high, his body was already covered with twisting black tentacles, which exploded the moment he flew up.

Cyril subconsciously held the long sword in front of his chest, and the terrifying magic power brought by the explosion fell like a huge wave tens of meters high, making him unable to stand still, and the whole person flew upside down from the square in the mountain.

However, this kind of injury is nothing to Cyril. He was in mid-air, using this force to distance himself from Bishop Nicole, and kept guessing the other party's next move in his heart:
"This is the puppet's self-destruct, and the body will show up next?"

"Or does he have other follow-up means?"

He wasn't so simple as to think that stabbing Bishop Nichols to the back would end all of this - Bishop Nichols was also just Danya's filthy "hand", and Cyril had a clear understanding of this.

If this is a boss battle, then he has already passed the first stage in the fastest and most despicable way, and then it should be when the boss shows the second stage blood bar. As for whether there is still the third stage...

That depends on his luck.

He was fully on guard, and gradually stabilized his figure in the black cloud of burning golden flames.Although the explosion of Bishop Nichol's body was astonishingly powerful, the scale was not large, and it didn't even cause any magical turbulence.

He could clearly see all the movements in the square, and quickly fixed his eyes on the place where Nicole was blown away by him - in the deep pit created by the explosion, there was a hand holding onto the pit. edge, and then slowly crawled out of it.

Cyril frowned.

Standing there was an old man wearing a luxurious bishop's robe. Anyone who has watched the promotional video of Road to Glory can recognize the name corresponding to that face:

Bishop of St. Emma's Primordial Church, Nicole!

Was it really just a puppet that exploded just now?
And Nicole's eyes quickly fell on him. Unexpectedly, there was no expression of embarrassment or anger on his face. Peaceful smile.

This gave Cyril an illusion, as if he was not in the final battle of life and death, but he became a devout believer, crossed tens of thousands of kilometers, and rushed to St. Hel, the capital of St. Emma Coent offers my sincerest prayers...

Not right, not right!
Cyril quickly put away this chaotic thought, no matter what kind of attitude this Nichols body is showing now, he will not ignore the essence it just showed: shooting and killing Emperor Uriel I with a random spear , was still hating Photios when he was stabbed in the back...

These cannot be covered up by the benevolent eyebrows at this time!

Is he stalling for time?The possibility of delaying time is undoubtedly the greatest. He has also exposed it before. He is very annoyed by Emperor Uriel I disrupting his plan...

It's better to just give him a sword, even split him, the square and the whole mountain, and it's over!
Cyril's thoughts were finalized in an instant, and just as he raised his long sword with both hands and was about to strike a sword, a familiar voice suddenly came from below:
"Adrien, what are you still doing there?"

This kind and familiar voice made Cyril tremble all over!
This is the voice of Photios!

He frowned and looked towards the source of the voice, and it was Bishop Nicole below.But at this moment, looking at the other person's face, he only felt that kind expression became more and more familiar——

That's right, isn't this the look that Photios often shows?

He couldn't help but start to compare the Nicole in his memory with the Nicole now. Although Nicole can be regarded as a kind type, as an Austrian Saint Emma, ​​the arrogance in his bones is absolutely impossible to lose , the pride of being in a high position is impossible to restrain...

If it was Nicole, it would be impossible to show such an expression...

And the voice continued:

"It's over, Adrian, well done, you did a great job."

Bishop Nicole opened his arms, as if to give him a hug, "Come on, my child, Danya, may the starry sky shine on you..."

That was Photio's smile, that was Photio's voice, that was the kindness that only Photiou could have...

He seemed to be loose, the sword in his hand was slowly falling, he controlled his body to land from a high altitude, and slowly floated towards the bishop standing there.

And the bishop stood there, looking at him with relief.

"Well done, yes, that's it, you did a great job..."

He repeated it over and over again, watching the young man who had let go of all his guard slowly approach, slowly approach, and gradually be at the same height as him, facing his embrace.

The kindly smile gradually distorted, and he saw that the boy's eyes had become confused, and he saw that the other's arm had weakened, and even the sword was about to fall to the ground.

The black shadow had already filled up the big pit behind him that he just climbed out of, as long as the opponent took a step forward, he would be dragged into the deep pit by him.

"Okay, that's it, come on, rest, you can rest—"

He lobbied step by step, and the shadow behind him began to crawl out like a sea of ​​tentacles spreading.

But this time, it wasn't the boy's hypnotized, disorientated footsteps that answered him.

It was a dazzling golden sword light.

The long sword that had just fallen beside the young man had been swung out at some point, and a thick sword light flew up from bottom to top, hitting his body straightly.He flew high feebly, and was torn into broken pieces of flesh by the golden blade in mid-air, and black blood spattered everywhere.

And Cyril didn't intend to stop the attack at all. He stepped hard with his right foot, and the force of nature spread from his body. Dozens of heavy armored knights in golden armor and riding tall horses were formed. Wielding a spear, he rushed towards all directions of the square.

This is a skill from the "Wind Riding Array" he had mastered before, but the source of power has changed to the magic power of natural attributes.Each of these heavy armored knights has the strength to cross the wall of Monroe, and every time they swing the spears in their hands, there is an unparalleled sharpness roaring out.

There were countless puff puff puff sounds around the square in an instant.Cyril looked around, but saw figures in gorgeous robes staggering out of the dark shadows. They were more or less covered with scars from the heavy armored knights. Even half of his body was cut off, and he slowly crawled out from the shadows.

But they all have one thing -

Their faces are the faces of Bishop Nicole!

"Puppet, puppet, all puppets?" Cyril frowned, this was undoubtedly the most troublesome opponent - he would rather the opponent's strength was astonishing enough, but it was clearly placed in front of him, at least he could see and fight.

And it is really difficult for him to find a clue to deal with such an opponent who relies on a puppet to cheat.However, the opponent is obviously delaying time——

The body of Bishop Nicole did not show any aggression. Each of their faces had a different expression, most of which were kind and gentle, but there were slight differences in the details.

And each of them said different things, or they were calling him by his name, or calling him a La Rochelle man, but the meaning of their words was similar, they were all praising him...

"These...couldn't they all correspond to the bishops of various churches who were killed by the real Bishop Nichols!"

Cyril suddenly had such an idea. Looking at these kind faces, he was more and more able to conclude his conjecture——

Countless bishops of churches died at the hands of Nicole, they were summoned in various ways to St. Helcointe, came to this square, and then their souls were taken away by Nicole, and they died here ...

What exactly is Nicole trying to do by collecting the souls of these bishops?Just to make a puppet?No, obviously it can't be that superficial...

Or, in order to enshrine it as a sacrifice?

Cyril's thoughts extended like lightning and flint. He looked around again, and then noticed that the square he was standing in was by no means a normal square for gatherings.The pillars around it are evenly arranged, and there are iron chains hanging on each pillar, and there are bloodstains on them...

This is a sacrificial place!
"Senhuang Realm!"

He immediately exploded his strength, and the Senhuang Realm rolled over like a wave. Under the power of nature, the bodies of these bishops of Nicole couldn't hold on for even a second, and they were destroyed in an instant.

Even the entire square was washed by the force of nature.The remaining filth was swept away by the wind and clouds, and the square was washed clean in an instant, and it could even be called the cleanest square.

But even with such a carpet-like coverage, Cyril still failed to find any clues—the body of Bishop Nichols, the utensils used by Bishop Nichols, and the objects he worshiped, none of these appeared.

But he is clearly in this area, this is the place where the darkness is the thickest, and this should also be the place where the filth originated...

Wait a moment.

Cyril suddenly understood something.

He raised his head and looked at the darkness in the sky.

The black cloud is condensed like an upside-down cone, the tip of which almost touches the peak of the Kuleranfen Mountain.The black mist of filth continued to condense there, and it looked like the entire mountain and the entire city were continuously producing filth to supply the conquest of filth.

They have long been used to the sky being blackened by filth, and the sky filled with black mist. It seems that all these are taken for granted in a polluted environment.

But...is this really the case?

"Deep insight."

He opened his eyes wide and looked up at the sky filled with blackness.

Dirt, the negative emotion of God, represents the "dark side".

[Deep Insight]: This ability to listen deeply will give you the ability to directly see the dark side of the world.When the dark side comes, it will warn you.

The world that has always been filled with filth has caused the deep insight to lose its sensitivity, and has not given the "warning" that Cyril's copywriting should have.

But when Cyril looked up and looked directly at the black cloud.

He clearly saw the world hidden in the black cloud.

The conical cloud is no longer a cloud, but a mountain peak exactly the same as that of Kuole Lanfen Mountain. In other words, this upside-down conical cloud body is not a cloud at all. Kolleran Fen, the same mountain—

It was an upside-down mountain.

There is the real source of filth.

Cyril's eyes fell on the mountainside of the mountain, which corresponds to where he is standing now.

There, an old man dressed in a luxurious bishop's uniform was "stand upside down", responding to him with a scheming look, and made a mouth shape in Austrian St. Emma's language:
"you lose."

"Nicole—!"

Cyril roared, and the Holy White Alliance Eagle Walker in his hand erupted with unprecedented brilliance, and swung it fiercely towards the mountain hanging upside down in the sky. The broad sword blade seemed to be able to level the mountains and seas , Rolling mightily into the air.

But this sword blade was still too slow. The old man standing on the upside-down mountain was reaching out to take off the luxurious bishop's robe he was wearing. Behind him was a big dark hole in the center of the square.

He quickly stripped naked, not caring that there were still people staring at him, and then he jumped backwards and fell directly into the big black hole.

At this time, the sword light that Cyril swung belatedly crashed into the upside-down mountain. The vast and wanton magic power flattened the hillside and cut off the top of the mountain, but when it reached the square on the mountainside, it was about to be cut into the big hole At that moment, the whole upside-down mountain suddenly "buzzed" and shook.

The sword light stopped in mid-air.

Time and space seem to have stopped at this moment. Cyril raised his head stiffly and looked at the big hole in the center of the square. A slender white and slender hand stretched out and gently touched Jianguang's face. central.

Then, this sword light shattered with a bang, turning into a rain of swords that fell across the city.

Caroline, who had been sitting there on the city wall in the distance, finally stood up at this moment, staring directly at the black cloud in the distance with her scarlet eyes, and murmured:
"It's here, it's finally here..."

"The joy of treachery, the tormented soul of the pious."

"Sincere pain, the loyal body of the retrograde."

"And a whole country as nourishment, bred..."

"Danya's filth."

And amidst her whispers, the body of that hand finally crawled out of the big hole.

He stood on the square, raised his head, and stared at the completely stunned young man below.

The long white hair fell down because of this action, but he didn't care, just let out a chuckle.

"Danya, is this your trump card?"

(End of this chapter)