The captain's throat shook with explosive syllables, and the force reached its maximum at that moment!

The bloody broad blade split open Xi Ziyue's defense, and the dagger was blown away like a baseball and nailed to the roof of the corridor!

Before the second knife came, Xi Ziyue deftly folded his knees forward, flew at low altitude and came behind the captain, and pulled the trigger several times!

Dangdangdang——

All the bullets were bounced off by the broad blade. The captain had predicted the moment before and blocked the broad blade behind him. Frigga's bullets exploded into a stream of blood mist above.

The pungent smell penetrated Xi Ziyue's nostrils, as if she had inhaled chili oil through her nose.

This is the taste of Frigga bomb. No wonder its color is red. It turns out to mean "abnormally spicy".

In Kassel's tactical manual, the use of Frigga bullets at close range is somewhat taboo because the smell has a narcotic effect.

Her consciousness began to feel numb, but fortunately, she was surrounded by a layer of luck, and the numbness could not invade her brain.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat!

After luck is turned on, her heartbeat is always at a calm frequency, like a regular clock.

But just now, something went wrong with the clock, and there was a slight noise in the gears, which seemed to be a precursor to disintegration.

Fortunately, it's almost time.

It ended much sooner than she expected.

In her consciousness, the black sea is gradually returning to calm, the branches of the trees are beginning to shrink, everything is returning to normal, Long Wen is about to disappear, and its power is passing away bit by bit.

A drop of cold sweat fell on Xi Ziyue's forehead.

She exerted all her strength and kicked the wall. Using the force in the opposite direction, she quickly stood up and ran towards the other side of the corridor!

The captain paused for a while before catching up.

The reason why he paused was because he thought the other party was planning a counterattack, but now looking at her back, it seemed that she was really running away.

The girl's aura like an agent killer disappeared. Although he didn't know the reason, this was undoubtedly the best time to kill her!

Xi Ziyue flew down the handrail of the steps. If the teaching director saw this scene, she would be so angry that she would vomit blood on the spot.

Speaking of which, on this night, she had unprecedented freedom. No matter whether she was running wildly in the corridor or gnawing pig knuckles in the wine cellar, no one would blame her and everyone fell asleep.

But at this moment, there was a bright and bloody knife chasing her behind, which was a bit sad.

She continued to chatter in her heart, like singing to cheer her up while walking through the dark corridors, diluting the scary atmosphere with a comedy atmosphere.

The lucky time is almost running out, just like Cinderella's glass slipper is about to lose its magic and she has to find an excuse to run away from the ball.

The only way now is to quickly find a place to hide and wait for the rescue team Elizabeth said to arrive.

Xi Ziyue rushed into the basement of the teaching building and locked the door with her backhand——

A broad blade broke open the door! Then there was a storm of slashes!

The quality of this door was exceptional, but it could not withstand such wild chopping. The broad blade tore it apart ruthlessly, and had already torn a large gap in it. Through the gap, Xi Ziyue could even

Make eye contact with the other person.

The burning red-gold eyes, although the gold color is very light, are terrifying in their majesty.

This is the world of hybrids, the battlefield of the dark side of history.

I...maybe I shouldn't have entered this battlefield in the first place.

Suddenly, the words Elizabeth once said rang in her memory——

[The key is your speech spirit. This is your ability and your power. With the key, any door in the world will be open to you, whether it is a visible door or an invisible door. 】

The key is her ability...and power.

She turned around and looked at this underground corridor. Fortunately, her night vision ability was still there, so she could see clearly here.

This was her first time coming to this place, but looking at the chalky brick walls around it, she basically knew that this place was part of an ancient building.

The teaching staff didn't like to have activities in this place. They thought it was too gloomy, so they only installed a few electric lights here and left it alone.

Xi Ziyue immediately gave up her plan of lying down and begging for peace, and instead picked up her legs and ran towards the depths of the corridor.

Maybe there is a so-called strange door here, and there are things like speech spirits hidden inside!

Not long after she ran out, the door was broken open by the captain with brute force, and he galloped over like a leopard!

Found it! Weird door!

Xi Ziyue stopped in front of a door that was filled with stone bricks, with only a door frame sticking abruptly to the wall.

A bad premonition came from this door, as if something shady was sealed inside.

Xi Ziyue extended her finger forward without hesitation, as if giving an oracle.

The golden holy tide flooded her eyes, the "key" was accurately inserted into the invisible keyhole, and with a twist, the door filled with stone bricks collapsed!

Xi Ziyue jumped into the dark room without thinking, and the smoke and dust that had accumulated for a hundred years dispersed.

The scene inside is shocking.

In the very center of the room... there was a coffin, which was so heart-stopping.

In an interior of less than fifteen square meters, a sarcophagus was placed on a chalky stone platform. In front of the sarcophagus stood a pure white cross, covered with ancient dust.

This scene should have appeared in a quiet cemetery or on a towering sea cliff, but at this moment it appeared in a sealed basement. Only the devil knows what is buried inside, and it is worthy of the living to dig it up.

Where is the layer locked in?

In any case, it is best not to open the coffin board or release the contents inside.

But if you think about it carefully, the brother with the knife in the back is obviously more terrifying.

Xi Ziyue started profiling, and the light in her eyes quickly dimmed, leaving only golden flames burning in the hollow.

The lines of light and shadow begin to beat, and the colors rotate like a kaleidoscope, as if entering a world that is constantly regenerated and reorganized.

Dust rolled up from the ground, and the dust suspended in the air continued to sink, condensing together into several figures.

Several kerosene lamps were lit, the walls of the tomb were covered with dim firelight, and several solemn figures were reflected on the ground.

Guards in silver-white armor were half-kneeling in front of the coffin, holding a flag with red background and white stripes, which is the symbol of the Knights of Malta, also known as the octagonal cross.

The cardinal stood on the other side of the coffin, leaning down to kiss the person lying in the coffin, with kindness and sadness.

The person lying in the coffin was a young and handsome knight. He was dressed in the most magnificent attire and his chest was covered with medals... But he was dying and his face was dying.

The scary thing is that his cheeks are covered with gray-black scales, as sharp as arrowheads, and his golden pupils are like miner's lamps, bursting with vitality that doesn't match his complexion.

"tuitio fidei et obsequium pauperum." read the knight, with piety in every syllable.

This is Latin, which translates to "defend the faith and aid the suffering". This is the slogan and purpose of the Knights of Malta.

The bishop placed a cross inlaid with golden patterns into the knight's hands.

"God will take you far."

This is the final farewell, the coffin boards are closed, and the knight holds the cross tightly to his chest——

The profiling is over.

Xi Ziyue opened her eyes suddenly, as if waking up from a dark story, her head covered with sweat.

This happened more than 400 years ago, hundreds of years before Napoleon's time.

This happened in the era of the Knights of Malta. The leader of the Knights, who had made great achievements in battle, turned into a dragon. He began to lose his mind and had a strong aggressiveness and will to kill.

In order not to harm their own knights, the knights chose to drink mercury poison for a long time, lay down in the coffin, end their lives, and ordered the room to be filled to death, and they would die forever.

Now Xi Ziyue is maintaining the same movements as the head of the Knights, lying in the coffin and placing the cross on his chest... There is actually nothing in the coffin, only this cross, Xi Ziyue puts the coffin

After opening the board, I discovered it.

No one knows where the leader of the Knights who should have been lying here went, and how he got out without destroying the four walls... In short, it's a good thing he's not here, otherwise Xiziyue would have ended

After profiling, you will look at a skull.

Well... the current situation may not be better than staring at a skull.

Because the captain had already arrived in front of the sarcophagus, and the broad blade with dried blood could be swung down at any time, Xi Ziyue was looking at him.

"Die!" the captain shouted.

Just when he was about to swing his sword, a brand new dragon text echoed out from the sarcophagus, accompanied by a dazzling red gold color!

Xi Ziyue stared above calmly, with an inviolable chill in her expression, like a queen waking up from the ice after sleeping for a thousand years!

Serial number 91, Yan Ling·King Quan.

This is the spirit of speech that Xi Ziyue obtained through the profile just now, and it is continuously delivering power to her through the cross in her hand.

A fluorescent blue field expanded rapidly with Xi Ziyue as the center!

The captain's sword was frozen in mid-air, solidifying into an immovable mural.

He could no longer lift the knife up half an inch. It was as if a floodgate had opened in the sky and thousands of tons of water were released. The weight made him unable to lift his head.

10 times...

20 times......

30 times......

40 times!

With a thud, he knelt down hard, his knees hitting the ground so hard that his bones were almost broken.

His heart beat violently, and the sweat beads all over his body seemed to have become dozens of times heavier, falling to the ground and turning into a light rain.

Yanling·Kingquan, serial number 91, is another Yanling that transcends the scope of human understanding.

Unless the liberator allows it, no one will be able to gain upright power in the realm of kingship, and those in the realm will bear ten or even hundreds of times the weight of the pressure.

Under such high pressure, only by kneeling on the ground and assuming a prostration posture can the blood circulation of the brain be ensured and violent death avoided.

This is the meaning of kingship. The releaser stands in the center of the circle like a scepter in his hand, and all life kneels to the king in the center of the circle.

["Kneel down forever! Until the king appeases his anger!"] - The great alchemist teacher, Nicholas Flamel, once described this word spirit like this.

A small leather shoe wearing lace white stockings poked out from the sarcophagus, as calmly as walking from the Maybach car to the red carpet of the Avenue of Stars.

Xi Ziyue slowly stood up from the sarcophagus and jumped down gently, like a weightless swallow.

She walked towards the captain who was lying on the ground and came to where he was kneeling in front of him. The captain could only see a corner of her shoe.

"Don't...don't kill me..." A trembling voice came out of the captain's mouth. The man who was so energetic just a moment ago suddenly started to tremble like Kang Si.

What was happening in front of him was far beyond his cognition, and he suddenly realized that he was fighting something like the God of Death.

Xi Ziyue squeezed the cross and ppk in her hands, her frozen expression slightly touched.

She recalled the scene where the captain executed the young deserter. The bloody knife penetrated his chest, and the young man's desperate and sad face fell into the moonlight.

Of course Xi Ziyue didn't know him and had no intention of making friends with him, but that face was unforgettable.

Xi Ziyue changed the magazine. The previous magazine was empty, and the current magazine was about to be reloaded... This scene was like an execution in ancient times. The executioner wiped the knife with wine.

The tortured man shivered.

The sound of changing the magazine made the captain tremble again. He didn't know that the function of Frigga's bullets was to anesthetize him. He only knew that the body of the person hit by her bullets was covered with blood.

"You can obviously take away other people's lives so easily, but are you so afraid of having your own life taken away?" Xi Ziyue said in a trembling voice.

The fear in the captain's heart was about to burst.

As soon as she finished speaking, gunfire broke out seven times in a row, and she poured out the entire magazine in one breath.

Although the Frigga bullet is a tranquilizer bullet, its impact is still very strong, and every shot on the back is as painful as running fire.

Compared with the pain, the sound of gunshots stimulated the captain more... He was already frightened, not to mention that the bowstring was drawn seven times in a row.

The king's power ended, the realm faded, and the captain fell to the ground, his eyes rolled white... It was more like he was stunned by the gunshot than Frigga's tranquilizer bomb was effective.

Xi Ziyue breathed a long sigh of relief and lay down on the coffin board with relief, her chest rising and falling with her breathing.

The golden flame dimmed in her eyes, revealing black ice-like pupils.
Chapter completed!