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"I don't remember ever knowing a guy as good as you."[
There was a refreshing sound of being unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the young man who looked like an enemy but not a friend. The knight's intuition was rumbling with "danger" alarms in his body, stronger than ever before.
The knight who was proficient in sword skills put on a flawless posture and glared at the young man in front of him, hostility constantly pouring out of his body.
"I don't remember knowing any pointy-eared or unidentified monsters."
"At this moment, we are in the state of [first meeting]. It is normal for us not to have known each other before."
The black-haired boy curved his lips, showing a look of pleasure.
"It's true that [first meeting] plus [hostile attitude] will cause communication difficulties, but it is necessary etiquette to express gratitude."
After bowing, the tutor nodded politely and expressed his appreciation in a measured tone.
"Underestimating the low quality of the recruits and rashly using powerful attack techniques was a mistake made by poor calculations. When the whole group fell into chaos or even collapsed, it was difficult to achieve the original combat goal. There was nothing to do except wipe out all the rebels.
He thought. Fortunately, Mr. Knight showed up."
Sincere compliments, polite explanations, paused for a moment, and then continued with lively tunes.
"With Mr. Knight's active activity, you managed to avoid the worst situation? He is such an outstanding talent. It would be rude and regretful not to express my gratitude."
call out--
The crossbow made a dull sound from the > shape, followed by the scream of dozens of arrows tearing the air, and the space of sharp arrows was so tight that even the oak leaves flying by could not escape.
The figure is fixed in the eyes of the shooter, and the sharp sight is more murderous than the arrows shot, as if it can shoot several holes in the young man.
The so-called acknowledgment - no matter whether the person concerned is genuine or fake, in the ears of the livid human beings, all they hear is a bunch of vicious and arrogant ridicule.
The arrogant and wanton monster heretic is right in front of him. Letting the bow and arrow fly into the enemy's chatty mouth before he releases his magic is probably the best answer.
"Isn't the response too unfriendly?"
The idle face holding his chin was like the most terrifying nightmare coming true, and even experienced knights could not help but gasp at the strange sight.
bow and arrow;
——All still in mid-air.
Maintaining their respective postures of gliding in the atmosphere, the iron arrows pointed directly at the black hair motionless.[
A certain fragment of the torrent of time is cleverly peeled off, and the frozen abnormal posture erodes the audience's understanding of the world.
"What a strong and convenient hair."
The praise was mixed with a tone of disgust. Chevalier Pierre's basic attitude towards showing off his power and fooling others rudely shook off Li Lin's thanks and praise. His eyes carefully stared at the small hair that trapped the sharp arrow like a spider web.
Array.
His attitude may be polite and courteous, like that of a noble scholar with a rich family background, but his actions reveal the evil quality of treating others as fools.
"No one is willing to use inconvenient weapons. For example, Mr. Knight's sword is inefficient and inconvenient to me. Of course, these are also."
Shaking his head teasingly, the crossbow arrows fixed in the air turned into a large number of flat and smooth fragments and fell to the ground. The clear and crisp sound like a clear spring outlined a thrilling note in human ears.
The eyelids that had been narrowed into arc-shaped slits slowly opened, and the red pupils as clear as rubies scanned the depressed, fearful, or vigilant crowd.
Disguise and concealment had no effect in front of those eyes. When the eyes that completely saw people from the inside out stared at him, even an experienced knight like Pierre Chevalier shuddered.
[What are you doing...that look.]
A layer of purple appeared on Locke's lips, and he swallowed the cold saliva solemnly.
The excessive [heterogeneity] broke directly into Locke's consciousness and strongly impacted the waiter's understanding of the world.
"I like convenience and efficiency, and I have the same headache for the inefficiency and procrastination on the other side of the coin as I do for the former. The chaotic troops running around, the defeated troops - chasing - annihilating - gathering - persuading them to surrender are a waste of time and energy, and it's a waste of time and energy for you all
It would be a waste of power to wipe this area of forest from the world."
The crescent-shaped curved cracks send out an inhuman smile, and the gentle tone sounds exactly like the communication and chat in daily contact, which can almost be said to be something special.
But after being rendered with red eyes that penetrate the deepest secrets of people's hearts, language is given tremendous pressure.
"It never took more than 5 seconds from the beginning of the attack until the last member of the expedition was reduced to ashes. What troubles me is the subsequent handling."
Not like humans, not like orcs, not like dwarves, not like intelligent species, not even like living things... Frozen gaze.
"Your relatives will cry, they will hate me, they will seek revenge for you who died unjustly - this is very reasonable, as long as there are no particularly serious problems in your interpersonal relationships, as long as your family's emotional world is rich and normal,
These are all actions that are bound to happen. They have reasons and rights to prepare and implement various revenge plans, and no one else can say anything about it. However, it is really troublesome for me."
"You guy...!!!!!"
"To deal with the endless stream of suicide volunteers - even a saint would be tired of this stupid waste of time. Such a precious labor force should be used more effectively. You should also agree with this."
The strongly deviant theoretical logic was thrown out in a brightly colored and reasonable package. The knights and soldiers were stunned by the extra-dimensional theory that was forcibly translated into human language.
A few people, including Chevalier Pierre, had anger on their faces and glanced at every corner where murderous intent was building up.
What we are facing is an extremely twisted heresy, and there is no need to communicate with it at all.[
——Only to obliterate and crush it.
If normal attacks can't do this, then add magic attacks.
Ground attacks are not enough, it is enough to add aerial power.
"Go find your audience in hell!!!"
An angry roar burst out and the trigger of the fierce attack was pulled. Spells, bows, arrows, stones, and spears left their respective masters, drawing a road that connected in one place and crisscrossed the battlefield.
Thunder and lightning are raging, flames are roaring, metal, stones, ice arrows, and wind blades are exploding with such momentum that they can chop everything in their path into a large amount of debris measured in millimeters.
Locke looked at the ferocious and wasteful attack that was completely excessive and wasteful for the purpose of destroying a life, and the waiter felt a little incredible in his heart.
Hundreds of people.
Besiege an opponent.
From ordinary soldiers to knights, to magician sergeants.
Everyone tried their best, and every bit of murderous intent actually crossed the skin of their cheeks, gathering into a torrent and rushing towards a target.
From the perspective of a bystander, one would come to the derogatory conclusion that this is a despicable and shameful act that has nothing to do with oneself.
Locke is not a spectator, and cannot make a light comment from the rational, calm and very safe audience. He is a member of the crusade team and one of the enemies of the black-haired heretic boy.
Although he did not shoot out the bow and arrow, nor did he rush forward to thrust out the spear in his hand, the fact that he was on the side of the minority would not change in any way.
The same is true for opponents who are so powerful that they must be overwhelmed with intensive attacks like landslides and tsunamis.
[Mother Goddess, Almighty Mother Goddess. That monster is dead, right? Even the dragon should be dead... Oh, what am I thinking? Damn it! What a shame!]
Clenching his lower lip and adding some strength, Locke joined the shouting ranks - regardless of class, he kept cheering for the strong team that destroyed the enemy.
He cheered for his colleagues selflessly until he was hoarse and his face flushed.
Only in this way can the unpleasant feeling of shame be covered up, and——
The terrifying thought that [the black-haired humanoid monster is still alive].
In Locke's eyes, the attack, which even the dragon could not withstand, lasted for more than 20 minutes. He could not lift his arm to draw the bow, and the staff that condensed the mana hung down. Everyone became tired and relaxed, feeling that they had been fighting for a whole day.
Fighting, high excitement and fatigue are waging a tug-of-war in the body.
There was a relaxed smile on the tired face dripping with sweat. From the commander to the soldiers, no one doubted the death of the black-haired heretic.
After the smoke and dust cleared, the smile froze on the pale face, and the joy was replaced by the sound of crows.
"Didn't I say that? Dealing with suicide volunteers is a very troublesome thing."
Like a bitter smile, like ridicule, like contempt, like contempt.
“I won’t listen to what others have to say, I won’t think carefully, I will blindly seek death, and keep causing trouble for others.”
Holding his cheek, the black-haired boy stood in the center of the messy collapsed land, and his mean sneer swept over the humans whose thinking circuits were unable to function normally.
The smile that affects the rational nerve exudes the stench of hell, does not regard human beings as equal beings, tastes with interest like gourmet food, and plays with it endlessly like toys.
That's right, it's the same indifference towards objects, a completely cold look down on it.
The spear whipped up sharp wind and stabbed the frivolous boy. The ferocious face wearing a helmet not only contained frenzied killing intent, but also contained madness twisted by deep fear.
He has no time to think about more tactics and movements, driving the war horse under his crotch to spread his hooves and run wildly. The speed of the war horse, the strength of the whole body, and all the killing intent are poured into the spear pointing at the delicate neck that can be broken by hand.
What the stormy attack in front of them couldn't do, it was also impossible for two spears to accomplish this feat.
It never got on the corners of my clothes.
After slaughtering the warrior's chest, the gleaming iron spear, which had been cared for and sharpened by its master, met the snow-white flash of light vertically from the tip.
Along the line of sight, the neat cut that sucks in thoughts, the iron gun is divided into two parts on the left and right, and the motionless expression of the gun-wielding sergeant is also bounded by the bridge of the nose, with a thin vertical red line drawn from the forehead to the lower end.
The corpse pieces that became a whole again slid to the ground together with the war horse that was also perfectly cut in half. The body fluids of various colors contained in the body slowed down for a beat and then spewed into the air. The proud war horses, weapons, and martial arts,
Glory was neatly cut in two.
The knight's dignity and fighting spirit were shattered, trampled and trampled into the dust without even seeing clearly the opponent's moves.
After the scene of blood splattering, the black-haired boy and two pieces of silver-white blade-shaped metal were smiling with fangs.
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Brunhil: I originally thought it was Dragon X Tian, but it turned out to be a bizarre incident.
Li Lin: There's nothing we can do about it. I'm just acting in self-defense.
Brunhil: If this work is made into a comic in the future, will this kind of scene pass the review?
Li Lin: Didn’t you see that the fantasy blockbuster "The Anti-Japanese Heroes" also showed the bizarre scene of someone tearing a Japanese soldier in half?
Brunhil: (╯‘□′)╯(┴－┴Okay! Directors of anti-war entertainment blockbusters! You win...