"Anson Bach--!!!"

Although he knew it was him, Anson was surprised when he saw Louis Bernard with his own eyes.

What's wrong with this guy?

As Carl Bain said, it took more than ten minutes from the Storm Division to tear apart the defense line and killing here. The commander who was too worried had to refuse to withdraw - he had no deep hatred with him, right?

Well, it can't be considered as none...

Just as he was stunned, a sharp roar swept across his cheek - he couldn't dodge for a moment, and a blood mark was torn on his cheek by lead.

Anson, who was still in shock, opened his eyes wide open. Louis Bernard, who was holding the gun, had already rushed to him fifty steps away, and the left wheel of his right hand was still smoking slightly; Lisa, who screamed, had already rushed forward with Borney holding the bayonet, and rushed forward like an arrow from the string.

"clang!"

The sharp blade of the rifle bayonet passed through the snow-colored blade, and the harsh long roar bloomed in the crackling sparks.

The girl stared in shock at the distance that was stuck in front of her neck only a few centimeters. Her right hand pulled out the revolver of the waist almost at the same time and aimed at the empire knight's eyebrows.

But Louis was faster than her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three lead bullets all missed the top of Louis' head and temples; the Imperial Knight took a step forward and pointed the dark muzzle behind him with his left hand.

The gunshots rang out, and the stragglers who rushed up from behind with a bayonet were tilted back and overturned.

At the same time, the saber in his right hand had already picked Lisa's rifle, and the silver light that pierced him suddenly swept forward.

Lisa, who had not yet stood firm, squatted down suddenly, her petite body suddenly jumped back, and her little hand pulled the bolt off at the same time, pulled the bullet back on, locked the bullet, and then pulled the trigger at the last moment of landing.

"clang!"

The sword flashed, and the girl's eyes wide and round - this thin guy bounced the bullet away with one knife?!

But she didn't have time to be surprised. Almost as she landed, the snow-colored blade approached at the same time; she stabbed straight, slashed horizontally, and slashed... The previous attack had not ended, and the next round of attacks came immediately, as dense as three horizontal volleys... No, faster than that!

Perhaps because she had never fought a faster and more agile enemy than her, Lisa, who could only fight to dodge her desperately, looked very embarrassed. Her big round eyes opened wider because of surprise, almost occupying one-third of her face.

But she didn't know that Louis Bernard opposite was more surprised than her.

Who is this little girl? She has obviously activated her bloodline with all her strength, but she can still keep up with it and is not at a disadvantage at all!

As a talented "Sea Knight" and the most pure bloodline, Louis has absolute confidence in his bloodline power; although it does not have as intuitive changes as other bloodline powers, it is the most comprehensive improvement - speed, power, reaction... which is already a level that ordinary humans cannot reach even if they reach the limit.

Once you give your all your strength, unless you are just the power of your blood to restrain your talent, there should be no enemy in this world who can confront you head-on - tactics don't count!

So who is she?

Louis, who desperately tried to restrain his surprise, made another straight stab, and the girl disappeared a second before the tip of the knife touched her hair.

Lisa, who squatted down and dodged, raised her rifle, and used the bayonet to jamm the gap between the groove and the muzzle to jamm the blade, and made a cat pounce against Louis in front of her.

But what stretched out from her two small hands was not a meat pad, but a revolver.

"Ding--! Ding! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Two of the six lead shots were bounced away by Louis one after another, and the remaining four shots were all empty.

The next moment when the spark burst, the figure of the Imperial Knight had disappeared from the girl's big eyes.

well?!

The messy hair suddenly exploded, Lisa, with a pale face, turned 180 degrees in the air, and aimed her two revolvers behind her hands.

But Louis was faster than her - almost at the same time as he landed, the erected Borney rifle had already appeared in the hands of the Imperial Knight, and the cold bayonet stopped her fleshy nose.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of sharp blades hitting sounded, echoing in the chaotic battlefield.

Louis Bernard, with a blank expression, nodded slightly, his clear blue eyes and the girl's fierce emerald eyes, held Borney's rifle in his left hand, and his snow-colored sword in his right hand, blocking the sharp blade that was attacking behind him.

The knight stood between the battlefield like a marble sculpture. Under the triangular hat hit by stray bullets, the golden short ponytail fluttered slightly.

"Anson!"

"Lisa, go and help Carl!"

Anson quickly called Lisa's action: "Go and follow that guy to capture the command center, don't let him die!"

The girl's eyes struggled for a moment. Anson could see that she didn't want to leave, but she still focused on her head and executed the order.

Looking at the girl's back, Louis let go of the Borney rifle in his right hand, and his clear pupils turned behind him.

"who is she?"

The enemy who killed his brother reflected in his pupils, but Louis Bernard found that he was very calm inside, and even the anger he pretended to at first disappeared without a trace.

"Lisa Bach." Anson said lightly:

"My sister."

"Sister...but you two don't look like each other at all."

"I've been curious about this for a while. Maybe it's because she has the bloodline of my mother and father?" Ansen said seriously.

"Mother and father..." Louis was stunned:

"You mean your grandfather?"

"Yes, yes...this is a different generation of relatives."

On the battlefield filled with smoke, the two people facing each other were chatting like close friends they hadn't seen for many years.

"clang!"

The moment they looked at each other and smiled, the snow-white blade had already pulled out a string of sparks from the blade in Ansen's hand, and the tip of the knife was straight into the door.

In desperation, he could only retreat, but Louis's blade was too fast, and the storm of the slash chased him backwards.

His temple twitched, and Anson, who had just fought, was forced to activate his supernatural powers - Louis's speed of swinging the knife was no longer visible to the naked eye.

"Why are you still here?"

Gritting his teeth and trying desperately to resist Louis's blade, Anson, who had retreated repeatedly, couldn't help but ask: "The Imperial Guards have been defeated, and it's useless even if you don't want to admit it!"

"What's the point of staying here to ambush me? There is also Thunga Clovi's 30,000 troops behind it!"

"Kill you is the greatest meaning!"

Louis Bernard, who had no expression on his face, finally showed murderous intent in his eyes at this moment; a sword light with his chill was pressing against him, calmly like a huge wave.

The blade that was so close that there was no time to react made An Sen unable to dodge. He tore a blood mark on his shoulder, and finally he was not cut off his wrist and stabbed the Imperial Knight's chest with pain.

"Customs!"

Another crisp collision, the sparks of the blades marching like living creatures wandering between two sharp blades.

Anson, who was purely fighting for prediction, could not keep up with Louis's speed. No matter how he dodged, the snow-colored sword always followed his figure, and the sword in his hand kept sliding the blade that had slashed a fatal blow to the other side.

The moment the blade deflected, Louis, who had no time to return to defense or had never considered this, was caught in the gap for the first time; Anson flipped his right hand and a revolver was added like a magic trick.

With a huge caliber and a barrel that is twice as long as an ordinary revolver - Anson, who was retreating, suddenly stepped forward and aimed at Louis's face with his right "dagger".

Then he realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

"Click."

The two people who looked at each other were pressed against each other's neck with their blades tightly pressed against each other's necks, and did not move at all.

Anson lowered his eyes slightly - Louis's pistol in his left hand had already pressed against his right wrist, and the muzzle of the "dagger" had not yet been lifted.

"That...I have an offer."

He slowly withdrew his gaze and twitched his throat, Anson looked at the other party with a smile: "Since we are all knights, why not keep the tradition and use swordsmanship to make a difference?"

Louis, who looked calm, looked flickering and nodded slightly: "Of course."

"I, Louis Bernard, the Knight of the Empire, the heir of the Principality of Adeland, commander of the Isel Guards, accept your challenge in the name of the Ring of Family and Order!"

Anson looked at him, and an admirable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The two raised their guns at the same time and slowly raised them in each other's sight.

"three!"

Anson flipped his wrist and held the barrel of the "dagger".

Louis stood with a knife and spread his pistol openly in his palm: "Two!"

"one!"

"Bang--!!!!"

Two gunfires sounded at the same time!

The screams of tearing the air hit together. Louis, who was slightly moved by his mouth, did not give Anson a second shot. While stepping forward, the blade had already struck like thunder.

Anson, who lamented that people's hearts were not old, even honest people like Louis, had learned badly, took a step back and barely resisted the sword; but this was just the beginning, and the crazy slashes came again.

While the two were fighting, the Storm Division had defeated the Isel elves attacking on the flanks and began to encircle the command headquarters' positions on a large scale.

The less than two thousand Isel elves faced the condescending storm division and fought to the extreme thin position - no shelling cover, no trenches, no fences... only a thin wall of chest.
To be continued...