Freud was delayed by something, and it was a strange fate to say it. After easily taking out the demons that surrounded them, these things are nothing more than a bunch of cannon fodder, and one is no different from a gang. What really gave Freud a headache was someone he met on the road ahead, Lancelot, a man known as the King's Shield.

Although this guard was originally introduced by his own appreciation, in a sense, he was also Freud's most proud junior, and he had undoubted strength. At the beginning, Freud had a very good relationship with Lancelot, who had no owner, living together, fighting together, and never abandoning even when his life was at stake, whether it was Freud's cheats or Lancelot's growth, they knew each other the most.

He was supposed to arrive at the border of the kingdom in the early afternoon, but just after leaving the narrow passage in the forest, he saw such a rival, and Freud only found this former friend alone. Out of politeness and the need to make a notification, the captain of the guard usually greets first: "Isn't this Lancelot, are you the kind of person who runs around and leaves your master?" ”

Lancelot didn't speak, and after the two of them got closer to each other, the younger guard said as if he had spotted the person opposite: "Of course, before I explain my intentions, I hope to at least be able to repay your kindness, treat me like a brother, and I don't want to let you be unclear because of the master's orders~" Lancelot said as he spoke, but very formally opened the magic storage space from his back waist, pinned to his waist and the invisible spear weapon appeared.

However, in a few seconds, Lancelot still slowly took out his weapon, symbolizing the spear that pierced through a qiē, and the round shield with the title of the shield of the eternal kingdom.

No need to explain. Freud certainly understood where things were going, if what Bai Cixi said was correct. In front of this guard the master of the Worf. Duck had reached some kind of agreement with Richard so that it would be impossible for Floyd to go back with the intel, and to use the people who knew Freud best against himself, which really had Richard's style.

"My dear brother, how unwilling to admit it, I really don't want to fight you," Freud opened his stance, the blade of the bayonet hidden in the gap between time and space was completely impossible to observe with the naked eye, and it looked like the hilt of the sword had been drawn from the outsider. "You and I, each of us, just follow each other's faith. Come on, don't talk about those useless ones, let's fight each other!! ”

The cry of the latter sentence was fully doubled, and a gust of wind blew in the forest behind them, completely pouring the winter cold on the two of them. Both of them knew in their hearts that since there were factions between nobles and ordinary professors, the guards would also fight with their former companions depending on the situation. There are so many things like this happening that there is no way to stop them, if you have to say anything. The system that creates such a divided society is dominant. They've said hello beforehand, and the rest of the place is just a life-and-death gamble.

It was Lancelot who chose to take the initiative to attack, just like against Bai Cixi, the young guard had extremely high mobility and ability. And in most cases, the enemy could not react, so he obediently handed over all his life. The battle officially erupted after they were close to each other, and the spear stabbed forward with the spikes of magic, only to be immediately distracted by Freud's bayonet. The invisible blade exploded in mid-air with the tip of the spear.

The firelight illuminates the path at the end of the forest, and not many people choose to cross this gloomy path on a normal day, because no one wants to lose their life by copying the path. The failure of the first blow was immediately cleverly turned into a sweep by Lancelot. The sweep of the spear will have a large amplitude and great force after the violent force in the hand, which is not something that a thin stabbing sword can deal with, let alone the blade of the stabbing sword is hidden for some reason.

Sure enough, the blow immediately made the swordsman feel the oppression, and Freud jumped back excitedly, letting go of the space for the spear to swing through, and then his figure seemed to disappear for a moment, reaching Lancelot's back from the sliding arc of the spear. The turn forced Lancelot to turn his back on the dangerous bayonet, and the lightning and flint of the sword immediately exploded with power, roaring like a rushing beast and rushing towards his opponent's waist.

There was absolutely no way to successfully deal with a surprise attack from the rear corner, and Freud knew this, and Lancelot certainly knew it. He had long known the order in which Floyd would make his moves, and he knew where this opponent would be next. Instead of wielding the spear for an impractical rescue, the young guard lowered the strength of his right hand and spun around to throw out the round shield in his left hand.

The shield, which was given magic slightly larger than the lid of the pot, turned into a tall rectangular shield after the owner raised his head, the length of the shield exceeded the height of Lancelot's sitting, and it slammed into the ground in the direction of Lancelot's back, splashing dust and releasing impactful spiritual pressure.

The bayonet in the spindle slammed into the iron wall of the rectangular shield, like a biscuit hitting steel and was almost ground into powder, its blade emitted a golden thunderous flash, and in this cheering sound, Freud jumped again and leaped backwards without giving Lancelot a breath, and after standing up straight, he gave up and immediately raised his hand to attack.

"You're in trouble with the strongest shield against a qiē magic" After stating the superiority of the opponent's weapon, the battle became hopeless, and if Freud didn't show his real skills, he might have lost. "I won't fail like this, the kid's offense and defense have become quite skilled, but what a shield can resist is just magic."

This time it was the turn of the older Floyd to rush over, and the relatively passive Lancelot seemed to have become less agile after freeing the shield in its true form. Facing Lancelot, who was on a shield, Floyd rushed over but jumped to his feet, uncharacteristically using flying kicks. The kick hit the shield itself, and although it caused a certain impact, it was unceremonious to say that it did not move at all.

Of course, Freud knew this, but he immediately raised his foot up and put it on the upper edge of the shield, a somewhat foul move that Lancelot had expected. The arm holding the shield was not prepared to hold the shield at all, and Freud, who was dexterous with his boots, was able to easily scrape the edge of the shield with his boots, and after opening a little passage, he immediately lowered his leg and thrust forward.

The thrust driven by the right hand made the invisible blade of the bayonet unusually close to Lancelot's chest, and the key to saving or accepting fate in this moment of breaking the shield was still in Lancelot's hand. Without pause, without thinking, Lancelot instinctively threw away the shield spirit suit in his hand, which looked like throwing down the big shield, but in fact, for some reason, his body was thrown back more than five meters.

After landing easily, Lancelot held his spear in both hands and stabbed at the blade of the magic attack sword directly in front of him, the tip of the spear and the tip of the bayonet sword rubbed against each other, and something terrible happened after the lightning and thunder. The blade that was originally hidden in the gap in time and space revealed its form, and the slender blade also had a streamlined light and shadow effect, and after being hit by a blow from a spear that also broke magic, the spear actually repelled the blade and continued to advance forward.

Freud had a hunch that things would turn out like this, but he didn't know that this guy had improved so much. Caught off guard, he withdrew his arm but let out a helpless exclamation, and when he was out of the spear's range, he found that his arm had long been numb and could not handle the hilt of the sword.

It seems that he will not be able to hold the sword with his right hand for a short time, so the situation will be even worse, and at this time, Lancelot resummons the shield spirit suit, which makes Freud wonder why he didn't realize that this spear is also one of the spirit clothes earlier. He summed it up correctly and asked uncomfortably, "My thrust was dodged by you, this shouldn't be a human physical technique, I seem to have guessed your technique." The ability of the shield called against a qiē magic should be a reaction force to the magic, in other words, it is also the blade that knocks me back, and you just seemed to gather magic and kicked the shield hard, the shield standing there has long been no support from your arm, and it is regarded as an invisible wall, and it spontaneously bounces you into a dodge, right? And your spear is exactly the trouble, it is rumored that you are cold enough to break through the spiritual armor of a qiē magic defense, and you are already invincible in a sense with the strongest shield and the strongest spear. ”

Lancelot nodded expressionlessly, obviously happy with the current advantage, but at the same time somewhat agreeing with his opponent's reasoning, which was basically correct.

"Your spells are related to time, I have always regarded you as a brother, using the passage of time to cause teleportation at different locations in time, this technique has always made me dream, but you can't break through my absolute defense after all, now that you have lost your right hand, the lightning enchantment of my spear will paralyze your body for a while, let me end your mission here." These words were so absolute that Freud felt as if the world had truly lost hope.

However, Freud smiled helplessly, feeling that the farce was coming to an end. Forcibly moving his arm against the meaning of thunder and lightning paralysis, he switched his left hand to grasp the bayonet sword to ensure that the weapon did not fall, but weakly pulled his right hand: "Time cannot be stopped, loopholes are everywhere for me." Do you know why I can still move, I used to be very used to fighting, very used to the feeling of slashing people in my hands, I knew where the blade should be pierced, but now it is obviously not possible, because ah, I have been deliberately suppressing the idea of cutting people, and every time the battle starts, I give the hilt to the palm that I am most uncomfortable with, you don't know, I'm left-handed" (to be continued......