The knight will never give up the fight!

In the face of things that you can't control, keep your mood calm, keep your inner peace, and then, do your best, do your best, and do your best, so that no matter whether you win or lose, no matter if you win or lose, you don't have any regrets.

David Silva, who has experienced the journey to the Trick World, not only became a knight, but at the same time, his own spiritual will seems to have been sublimated, no longer the hot-blooded and kind boy he used to be, the young man's blood still exists, but he has some more perseverance, facing difficulties and dangers, no longer apprehensive, no longer afraid, but has a firm heart and a brave heart.

The breath of pain swept in, and at that moment, David only felt the sky shake for a while.

His spiritual world is shaking, but his inner core is immovable, and his strong will is not succumbed to this pain, just like a light boat in a storm, whether it is thrown into the air by the waves, or sunk by the huge waves, it can still shuttle through the storm and waves, seemingly dangerous, but it will never sink.

In the dantian, seven-colored petals bloom.

Fighting spirit, the essence is like jade.

This is not only the physical solidification, but also the spiritual and mental solidification, just like the boulder in the stream, even if it is submerged by the water, it can still lie there silently, as if it is eternally motionless.

"Kill, kill them all!"

Lord Fontaine's roar echoed in David's ears.

David Silva turned his head, and a white light flashed before his eyes, like lightning, striking a knight beside him, who was shrouded in black air, tears and pain.

This is a guy who has been controlled by the breath of pain.

This knight, during this time and David are very familiar.

This is the Templar Protector, the reason why he is inseparable from him, of course, is because he can return from the mysterious world alive, and those big names in the Templar are interested in him, and now, just because of the time relationship, because of the urgency of the matter, he has not used too much manpower and material resources to target him, but there must be necessary surveillance, and it is impossible for him to get out of sight casually.

This Guardian Knight is also the Watcher.

During his brief journey, this one always stared at him with a very uncomfortable gaze, which carried a kind of innate arrogance and stubbornness to doubt everything.

It's not much of a pleasure to get along with!

Now, this knight cathar has no way to resist the onslaught of pain.

Although he was wearing a cross with holy light, however, this meager white light only flickered slightly like a bubble on the water surface disappeared, and the knight himself did not have a firm faith, so he could not fight against pain, and as soon as he came into contact, he was knocked out!

Then, he was struck by white light.

The white light was initially directed at David Silva, but halfway through, changed direction.

In the crowd, in the ranks, there were countless white lights shuttling, all of which were split into those who were dominated by pain and could not extricate themselves from the pain, and the owner of these white lights was Lord Fontaine.

At this time, his eyes were closed, and the top hat he wore floated on his head, twisting like a monster, changing shape, emitting a piercing scream, and speaking a strange language that people could not understand.

Lord Fontaine has two things that never leave him.

One is a top hat, and the other is a cane in his hand.

However, the top hat is actually two, one virtual and one real, each other is the inside and the outside, which can be freely converted regardless of spatial distance, whenever Fontaine goes out, there is always one to accompany him, and one to stay somewhere.

There was only one cane.

At this time, the cane flew in mid-air, turning into countless white lights, shuttling through the crowd.

People who are not attacked by the breath of pain will not be bothered by the white light at all, they are like automatic cruise guides...... The bullet will only fall on the person who is controlled by pain, and once it is hit, those people will all burn, like a humanoid torch that burns one by one.

Fontaine was shaky, his face pale without blood.

His lips moved quickly, and he kept chanting the divine script, without the slightest intention of stopping.

"Hurry, hurry, hahaha......"

The top hat is laughing wildly, his language can only be understood by Fontaine, the spirits of the two are intertwined, like fate can not be shaken off, this guy has been suppressed by Fontaine, like a prisoner, but if Fontaine's spiritual sea continues to shrink like now, and his spiritual power keeps disappearing, reaching a certain limit, he will have a chance to escape from the cage.

At that time, he will be able to connect with that one.

At that time, he will be anti-guest!

......

Reims City, Avenue de Goran, Black Bat Apartments.

In the basement of the ground floor, in a closed room, the candle flame flickered slightly, rippling with blood-red light, and these lights diffused in all directions like starlight, and the light seemed to be attracted by something, and automatically cast itself into the middle of the room, and landed on the altar.

On the cold bluestone altar, a bush of thorns is placed.

A bush is an approximate statement, to be precise, these are eight thorns.

They are not ordinary thorns, they have no roots, or their roots are not in the real world, but in the endless void, and the tail of the thorn is just a phantom, poking into the void, nowhere to be found.

There was a man kneeling in front of the altar.

A shirtless young man, he knelt with his head bowed, and his face could not be seen clearly, but by the shape of his skin and muscles, it was certain that this was a young man who had been exercising for a long time and had strength.

He was praying in a low voice, in a language of unknown origin.

This language is of the same line as the divine language, but it is very different.

After I don't know how long, when the prayer ended, he stood up, picked up a black jar from his side, took a step forward, and turned the black jar upside down in the air, and suddenly, the smell of blood floated in the sealed room, and red blood flowed out of the mouth and poured on the thorns.

Then the thorns swung like serpents, writhing and sucking up all the blood, leaving not a drop left.

On the altar, there was an apparition of thorns, but it was too weak, too small compared to its companions, and it writhed and whispered wildly.

The young man could understand the whispers.

"Blood!"

They need blood, and they need more blood that contains pain!

Going to succeed?

Hahaha!

Just as the young man grinned, in the void, a strong will suddenly descended on the altar, and those thorns broke apart one by one, turning into shadows and falling on the young man, like chains.

The candles in the chamber were extinguished.

It's dark.

In the darkness, there was a long sigh.

"It's painful!"