Alien Knights

　　 late at night.

　　 South of Watch Fort, Raven Forest.

　　 The man with a heavy wooden box on his back, ran under the quiet night sky, drilled sideways through the gap of the boulder, jumped over the low bushes, and his figure was like a shadow traveling through the darkness.

　　 looked back at him from time to time, but did not notice that the sweat had already wetted the skirt of his back.

　　 As you go south, the trees become denser, the roads become steeper and steeper, and the solid ground is gradually replaced by soft wetlands.

　　 The man looked up at the direction of the moon and turned to listen to the surrounding movement. The sound of wind blowing through leaves and the sound of trees hitting stones made him clenched his fists nervously.

　　 used both hands and feet to climb up the mound beside him, just about to jump off the **** on the other side.

　　 The sound of the crossbow breaking the wind suddenly exploded.

　　 A silver crossbow arrow shot at his ankle.

　　 is almost an instinctive reaction of the body, the man leaned to one side, his feet exerted force forward, and the attack could not be avoided.

　　 slowly climbed up from the ground, he placed the wooden box behind him on the ground, and shouted towards the deserted forest: "Come out! The running dog of the church!"

　　瓮The sound of the urn resounded among the trees.

　　 "The dirty mouse in the sewer always makes such a harsh cry before death."

　　 Three men and one woman walked slowly from the shadows into the moonlight.

　　 The tall man at the forefront, wearing Anglo chain armor. Under the full iron mask, a pair of emotionless eyes stared at the wooden box placed on the ground.

The pudgy man with the crossbow carried the weapon on his shoulders, and looked at the guarded escaper in front of him with joking eyes, his voice was as low and rough as ever: "Marcus Byrne, we have been following you for a long time. It’s too long for you to imagine."

　　 Quietly drew the dagger from his waist, Marcos adjusted his breathing and cut through the skin with the blade. The blood flowed across the metal surface of the weapon, instead of dripping into the soil as expected, instead it was adsorbed on the surface of the sword body like grease.

　　 When the blood covered the entire blade, Marcos tore the hem of his clothes with his teeth, used the torn strip of cloth as a bandage, and bandaged the wound.

　　 "Let the horse come here."

He swung the blade into the air, and the violent friction under the vigorous swing ignited the entire dagger. The color of the flame was not ordinary red and yellow, but a hint of purple and black. .

　　 The short and fat man's eyes narrowed slightly, he placed the crossbow machine on his chest again, took a dark crossbow from his back, and whispered, "The alien species of the sun..."

　　 The man wearing an iron mask shook his entire chain armor and took a step forward.

　　 The woman who was covered in the church's white robe said: "Boss, you don't have to do it yourself..."

　　 The leader slowly pulled out the two-handed sword behind his back, and plunged into the ground in front of him with a bang, expressing his command clearly and unambiguously. The other three players no longer objected, and silently stepped back.

　　 Marcos placed the lighted dagger on his chest diagonally, looking at the man who was as motionless as a mountain not far away. The opponent's weapon was still stuck in the soil, and his figure did not move at all, but the cold sweat slowly flowed along Marcos's face.

Stepping on the toes of your right foot forcefully into the soil, a black flame that resembles rising in **** rolled forward. The air and dust instantly became anxious due to the high temperature, and the tip of Marcos' sword instantly appeared in front of the leader's face. .

The man with his face completely covered in iron armor moved. His foot slammed against the big sword in the soil. The huge force brought up the soil and fallen leaves, and hit Marcos's body, forcing the opponent's body to sluggish. For a moment.

　　 The two-handed sword was picked from the lower left to the upper right.

　　 The swords collided with each other, and the flames splashed everywhere.

　　 The master of the dagger was hit by the force of this attack, and he staggered back a few steps.

　　 The Iron Masked man re-inserted his weapon into the ground, overlapping his hands on the hilt of the sword, did not take advantage of the victory to chase, nor opened his mouth to mock, just waiting...waiting quietly.

　　 Marcos knelt on one knee, grabbed the trunk behind him in one hand, and plunged the dagger in the other hand into a piece of stagnant water. There was no trace of fear or frustration in his eyes, only a burning intent to fight.

　　 The eyes behind the iron face changed mood for the first time, nodded slightly, the two-handed sword was pulled up from the soil, and the leader raised his weapon for the first time and assumed a combat posture.

　　 once again the sword strikes.

　　 The deafening sound started the roar of animals deep in the dense forest.

　　 The short sword is still barely held in Marcos's hand, but the **** tiger's mouth and the embarrassing footsteps show that this warrior is struggling.

　　 The two sides fought for a few more rounds.

　　 Taking advantage of a flaw in the opponent, the Iron Masked man inverted the hilt and directly hit the opponent's abdomen, forcing Marcos to let out a dull growl and kneel to the ground.

"Dead or Alive?"

　　 The sharp blade of the big sword pointed at the chest of the feller, and the leader of the team stopped the other three with one hand, and said with the other hand holding the hilt of the sword.

　　 Marcos knelt on his knees, trembling all over, dropped his jagged dagger with his right hand, and fell to the ground.

　　 Seeing this scene, the other three in the team breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 The chunky man put down the crossbow machine in his hand, and said disdainfully: "The mouse is the mouse..."

　　 The voice did not fall.

At first it was a low chuckle, and then a wild laugh later, Marcos suddenly stretched out his hands and firmly grasped the iron masked man’s big sword, his body leaped forward with all his strength, the blade from his chest to his back. Through the body. A large amount of blood sputtered out, not a drop of it spilled to the ground, but like a "shroud", it was like a "shroud" that tightly wrapped the iron mask man's sword and armor.

　　 spit out blood, the alien with blood-red eyes, staring at the eyes behind the steel, said word by word: "Living to death!"

　　 Boom!

　　 The blood that flowed out instantly burned, and the black and purple fire was blazing, and the purgatory-like flame cage swallowed the two of them.

　　 "...Do you have any children?"

　　 Marcos, who hugged the Iron Masked man, suddenly heard such a word in his ear when the flames burned his whole body.

　　 He thought it was a auditory hallucination, and with the last of his strength, he raised his head and looked at the opponent in the fire of karma.

　　 "Do you have any children?"

　　 After reconfirming, Marcos understood that this sentence was indeed spoken from the opponent's mouth.

　　 Marcos, who has not yet married his wife, shook his head subconsciously, but a vivid black figure appeared in his mind.

　　 As if not caring about the black and purple flames all over his body, the iron-faced man nodded lightly.

"That's good…"

　　 The two-handed swords were drawn and cut in one go.

　　 Marcos separated his head, the last thing he saw was...

　　 The iron-faced man burning all over, stretched the palm of his right hand to his chest, and the sky-like flame was sucked into his body in an instant, only bursts of blue smoke slowly rose from the armor.

　　The battle is over.

　　 The chunky man put away his weapon, put on his gloves, and picked up Marcos' head.

　　 Looking at the remains burnt out of shape by the flames in his hands, he shouted towards the leader in the distance: "Boss, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, this alien species of "Sun", how much should it be labeled?"

　　 The iron-faced man picked up the wooden box on the ground, crushed the wood on the top of the box with one hand, looked at the filled stones, and said without turning his head: "Five."

　　 After hearing the words, the short fat man took out a delicate small iron box from his suitcase and opened the lid. It was filled with iron stamps, divided into two rows.

There are 22 seals in the upper row, which are engraved in Latin with the words "Chariot", "Tower", and "Judgment"; the lower row has 12 seals, each engraved from "Ⅰ" to "Ⅻ" number.

　　 first found the seal with the word "Sun" in the upper row, and then the seal with the word "Ⅴ" in the bottom row. Then, the pudgy man turned on the charcoal stove he carried, and roasted the seal on the red-burning coal for a while, and finally pressed it down on the forehead of Marcos's head.

　　 ""Sun Ⅴ"..." The short fat man put the skull of the deceased with the engraved seal into the cloth bag, put it in the bag, and whispered from his mouth: "It's only five, I thought it would be higher."

　　 Throwing away the wooden box in his hand, the man with the iron mask looked at the scattered stones and remained silent for a long time.

　　 In the night sky, an owl fluttered its wings and landed on the arm of the white-robed woman.

The woman teased the little messenger’s face, and from its ankle, she untied a log tube, took out the note inside, and read the contents in front of the leader: "Lost Star Mountain Range and Moon Creek Plain. The village where I was, the burnt hut, the corpses of two wanted by the church, the writings left in the cellar... "Nascentes_morimur"."

　　 The man with the iron mask backed his great sword back to his back, looked at the western plains, and said softly: "Relief Society..."