"Stop, what are you going to do to Her Majesty the Queen?" the old Marquis of Minsk shouted as he looked at the priest in front of him. Just now, Rodhart's words about revealing this person's identity had already made everyone's hearts rise to their throats. But now he has already
He walked to the queen's bed, stretched out the hand that had just knocked Rodhart flying out, and pressed it on the queen who couldn't move.
"Of course I'll let her explain to you what's going on." The man replied calmly, took a deep breath, and then the hand on the queen's body lit up with magic light. It was pitch black.
, like a mist-like magic wave rising from ink, this black aura instantly spread over the queen's body and slowly seeped into her body.
Everyone felt that with the emergence of this magic wave, there seemed to be a gloomy corpse smell in the entire dormitory space. Even if the people here had never seen this kind of magic, they could guess what it was.
What.
"Necromantic magic?" All the ministers exclaimed, and their already frightened expressions became even more panicked. Minister Jensen, Marquis of Minsk and General Thomas rushed forward at the same time, even though they knew they were
This person who could defeat Roland's direct disciples in one fell swoop might have looked like an insect in front of him, but he didn't hesitate at all. Because the one above was Her Majesty the Queen. Even though she had become a vampire, she was still the one they had been protecting all their lives.
The most beloved person of the emperor of the empire.
But a man stood in front of them. His body, which was very thin compared to theirs, was knocked several steps forward by the three of them. However, he tried his best to block the three of them with all his strength. This man
Jisheng loudly said to the three of them: "Don't go, trust him."
"You want us to believe him? That seems to be the murderer who killed Bishop Ronis and the Duke. Can't you see that it's necromancy?" General Thomas roared and tried to pull this man away.
But this man desperately pushed the general's huge body, raised his head and looked at the three old ministers with unusually clear and firm eyes, and said in a solemn voice: "If you don't believe him, then you can just believe me."
Everyone here couldn't help but stop. If it were anyone else, such blocking and talking would never have any effect, but this person is the prime minister of the empire and the queen's biological sister. Logically speaking, she is the person who cares about the queen the most here.
, so she is qualified to say this.
At this time, the queen's body on the bed was completely invisible. The black magic wave coming from the man's hand had turned the bed into a small black quagmire exuding a strong smell of death. Sweat flowed from the priest in front of the bed.
The blood seeped out from his forehead, collected on his chin and dripped down one by one. He seemed to be struggling.
The three old ministers were stopped by the prime minister and looked at the scene in front of them in shock. The other ministers were also at a loss. Only Rodhart, who flew upside down and lay on the ground, barely supported his body. He first squirted a small mouthful of blood and used it up.
Maybe a loud voice shouted outside: "All the Holy Knights obey the order. Stop this person quickly and kill him without mercy."
In fact, he said that the three swordsmen he summoned just now had entered the bedroom, drew their swords and rushed towards the man in front of the bed. The prime minister wanted to move to stop him, but these three swordsmen
Her skills were very good, and she had already passed by her in a flash. Hundreds of meters away from the dormitory, hundreds of members of the Holy Knights also began to pour in.
The man in front of the bed still pressed his hand on the queen's body and did not take it back. The black magic wave was thicker, darker, and more lifeless. There was more and more sweat on his head. But at this time, the three swordsmen's hands were still on the queen's body.
The sword has already struck in front of Zai. Although these three swords are comparable to Rodhart's torrent-like sword power and killing intent just now, they are by no means a trickle that can be easily dealt with. Anyone in the Holy Knights
Any swordsman can definitely be called a "master".
This man did not move his body or let go of the queen. He just raised the other hand that had just received Rodhart's sword and was now full of blood. The scars in the palm were deep enough to show the bones, the wounds caused by the sword energy.
It's definitely ten times more serious than it seems on the surface. No one can easily take down the full-strength sword of Captain Roland's disciple. And now the magic wave in this man's other hand is so strong that even the people in the dormitory can't stop it.
Ministers who cannot use magic can feel that, in contrast, the white fighting spirit light on his hand is so weak that it is almost invisible.
Three swords, with three dazzling brilliance, god-stealing momentum and life-threatening murderous aura, were already in front of him, one stabbed at his head, one stabbed at his chest, and the other stabbed at his abdomen.
, even if no one gave any orders or reminders, the tacit understanding between the swordsmen of the Holy Knights still maximized the offensive effect. There were three attacks from different directions, and there were three different angles in between.
With a slight time difference, this is ten times more difficult to resist than three swords attacking from the same direction at the same time.
This man's hand accurately placed on the sword that was heading towards his face. With a press and a slap, the sword broke from it. However, the sound of the metal breaking was also accompanied by the sound of bones rubbing against the peak of the sword.
With the sound of teeth grinding, the swordsman twisted and changed the direction of the sword at the moment it broke, almost cutting off half of his palm. The little finger flew up directly, and the ring finger bone was completely broken, leaving only
The muscles on one side were connected to the skin. Blood immediately spurted out of the wound. Rodhart's sword just now had actually broken off at least half of the blood vessels in this palm.
After the sword was broken, the swordsman's forward body also tilted, and then the man's elbow hit the swordsman's chin. The swordsman's face instantly deformed, spraying blood and teeth fell down. Broken
The half of the sword flew down and hit the long sword that was stabbing his abdomen. The sword tilted again. The man's foot also took advantage of the gap to kick the swordsman.
On his shoulder, with the sound of broken bones, the swordsman was also thrown backward.
The power in this hand is actually not that great, and is even worse than the lethality of any swordsman's sword. But the timing, strength, direction, and method of the attack are all extremely precise and clever, and this time it is enough to kill him.
The two swordsmen's attacks were completely defeated.
But these two swordsmen are just paving the way. His hands have been used for entertainment, his hands have been waved out, and his feet have been kicked out. He can't even maintain the balance of his body at this time, but the sword on his chest has already arrived.
He can no longer block or hide...
At this time, the man still did not let go of the hand holding the queen, but used his standing foot as a pivot to twist his waist with all his strength.
Jian Feng had already torn open his clothes and entered, and as he twisted his waist, a nearly inch-deep scar was pulled out on his chest. Blood splashed out as Jian Feng pulled him over.
If the sword peak was half an inch deeper, it would definitely be able to pass through the gap between the ribs and open his chest. But the swordsman would not be able to penetrate his sword any further. The muscles in front of the sword peak are becoming more elastic and resistant.
.And the speed and direction in which this man twisted his waist and chest almost completely eliminated the force of his forward thrust. Finally, the sword penetrated from the center of the chest, and after opening a scar, it slipped out from the side of the chest.
The distance between the swordsman and this person has also been very close, so close that he can attack without using his hands and feet.
While twisting his waist and chest, he also shook his head. There was a muffled sound, and his forehead hit the swordsman's face. The bridge of the swordsman's nose was completely sunken into his face. There was blood all over the place.
The swordsman flipped over and fell out. His face was not flat, it was sunken.
Waving his hands, kicking his legs, twisting his waist, twisting his chest, and shaking his head, this one spun around in an almost dancing posture before standing firm again. The three swordsmen of the Holy Knights had fallen to the ground, and his hands were not there at all.
Never left the Queen's body.
Except for the hand pressing on the queen's body, the rest of his body was soaked with blood. His palm that had received the two swords was already somewhat disfigured, and blood kept flowing down the mutilated palm.
, the blood that emerged from the nearly grave-deep wound on his chest also soaked his clothes. On his forehead, a layer of skin peeled off from the hair and was hanging down. The blood on his face was unknown to the swordsman.
It was still his own, and against the background of the increasingly thick and rolling black magic waves next to him, he looked like an evil ghost emerging from hell.
The man took a deep breath. The dark magic wave became thicker and more ferocious, and it began to spread to other places in the dormitory. Those ministers who had no martial arts skills and no resistance were already starting to retreat.
The layer of skin hanging down from his forehead was blocking his eyes. He seemed to find it inconvenient, so he grabbed it with his bloody injured hand and tore it apart. The mask was torn off, revealing another micro-display underneath.
Thin and chiseled face.
Although they had already been mentally prepared for this person's identity, when they saw the most famous, most famous, most ferocious and terrifying face in the entire continent, all the ministers exclaimed in unison,
Some of them still screamed.
Only the Prime Minister did not exclaim or scream. Her eyes when she looked at him were full of joy and relief.
The black magic waves that had begun to spread suddenly shrank, and all of them were attached to the Queen's body. The Queen's figure was completely invisible, and became an object wrapped in black mist. And he finally let go of his hand,
Although he looked very tired, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the Prime Minister who was watching him.
Outside the temple, the swordsmen of the Holy Knights were already approaching. But this was only close. After all, Rodhart and Bishop Javi told them to stand too far away. Although their movements were also very fast, they seemed to be a little
Too late.
Rodhart struggled to stand up on the ground, but it was very difficult to even stand like this, let alone do anything.
Finally, all the black fluctuations were automatically withdrawn and infiltrated into the queen's body. However, the man's face suddenly condensed and he raised his head to look outside the palace.
At the same time, a strange roar came from outside the dormitory.
Almost all the ministers turned to look outside the dormitory. It was not that they did not care about the queen, but because the voice was too strong, too exciting, too murderous and imposing. Just hearing the voice almost gave rise to the illusion that they were being torn apart, so
Their subconscious reaction was to look away.
What made this sound was a sword, a sword that the members of the Holy Knights were holding in the air and stabbing at the man in the dormitory.
It was not a sword, a river, a sea, or a lightning. Everyone who saw it had inexplicable illusions.
It was obviously a sword in mid-air, but it was as vast and violent as the endless ocean, as fast as the Yangtze River, and as fast and stunning as lightning. So everyone looked at the sword, but no one saw the cardinal holding the sword.
.
Bishop Javi's figure was almost completely submerged in the brilliance and momentum brought by the sword, and it was impossible to tell whether he was holding the sword or the sword was carrying him.
It was almost just a strange impression like a river, a sea, and electricity, and then what everyone saw was a piece of snow-white bright white light that crossed time and space directly from outside the temple to the inside, and the tip of this light was aimed at
The man standing in front of the queen's bed. Only a few people with good eyesight can see that in the trajectory of the light, the swordsman of the Holy Knights who was kicked out and just managed to stand up, looks like a
The clay doll that was barely made out of mud was turned into pieces and flew away like a stick.
No matter what it is, it will turn into a broken clay doll at the top of this light. No matter who sees the sword light of Bishop Javi, this should be the feeling. And now this person is standing in front of the top of the light.
What about the people?
When the person saw the sword in the air, he pulled out a knife from behind. The knife was dark in color and simple in shape. There was nothing surprising about it, but he used this knife to slash at this person.
The piece of light seems to be able to stab anything to pieces.
No one heard the sound, at least no one in the dormitory heard it, because they were thrown out by the sudden airflow before they heard it. But the swordsmen of the Holy Knights outside heard it and saw it.
I saw the fierce sword light hitting the rock-like knife, and then the loud noise lifted up the people around him and the bed next to him, and threw them flying.
The bright sword light has been shattered. The long sword turned into fragments and scattered from Bishop Javi's hands, and Bishop Javi's tiger's mouth has also been broken. The body that seemed to be omnipotent just like the light also staggered.
He fell back to the ground, his face flushed for a while, then faded to paper-like paleness, and a trace of purple-red blood spilled from his mouth.