Celt's face was indescribable, his brown eyes rolled in his sockets, and he didn't think that in order to inflict a single blow on two silver warriors, he would have to be at least a golden archmage himself.

If this is the case, even if there are other silver warriors around, Zhou Han can easily counter him and even kill him.

Celtic's sword was thin and long, and the gauntlet wrapped the fist holding the sword, and he stabbed at Zhou Han quickly, I have to say that the silver warrior has some strength.

The servants around saw a silver-white streamer rushing towards them, and they screamed in fright and fled.

Celtic swung towards Zhou Han's figure, and his fighting spirit turned into a sword, like a giant fan sweeping towards Zhou Han.

Zhou Han's afterimage disappeared in an instant, and the sword shot into the house, disturbing the decoration of the house upside down.

No matter how fast Celtic was, it was impossible to exceed the speed of light, and Catherine caught his trajectory, and then changed the surrounding gravitational field divisions, moving Zhou Han into mid-air.

All of Catherine's actions are based on a few basic directives, such as that the AI must not actively harm its owner in any way, and that the AI must not remain indifferent to the threat to its owner.

Zhou Han called it absolute defense, a defense mechanism that can be executed at a speed of microseconds, with an error rate of less than one in 100 billion, and can be repeated infinitely without emotion until Catherine's energy is exhausted.

"Aren't you going to say a word, at least let my maid's death be explained. Zhou Han looked at Carter indifferently.

"Lowly bastard, I don't care who you are, I don't care where you come from, you have ruined the reputation of the Duru family, you have tarnished my fiancée, and your life is not enough to make up for it. Celtic pointed his sword at Zhou Han.

Zhou Han remembered that he seemed to have heard that Hilda had a fiancé, a duke, who was the person in front of him with shadowy eyes.

"What are you suspicious of, fool? You're so angry because you've never trusted anyone. Zhou Han showed no mercy.

"You have no right to talk to me and kill him. The fighting energy around Celtic's body burned like flames, and the light surged like waves on his face.

He raised his sword and raised his arms with a long roar, and the cracks on the ground under his boots spread like spider webs in all directions, and the ground collapsed suddenly, and Celt raised his sword like a flying arrow and rushed towards Zhou Han.

When the remaining eight silver warriors heard the order, they also drew their long swords, and clusters of fighting energy bloomed on the grass like flowers.

These eight people were well-trained, and they quickly jumped to eight directions and stabbed at Zhou Han from different angles.

Nine silvery-white rays of light attacked Zhou Han from all directions, and Zhou Han had no way to retreat.

Zhou Han's unfolded palm clenched suddenly.

"Collect", Zhou Han gave instructions to Catherine, and he had already prepared countermeasures.

With Zhou Han as the center, an earthy yellow spherical light shield gradually took shape, and before the blades of the silver warriors touched the light shield, it had condensed into a solid shield made up of countless hexagons.

Celtic is like splitting a steel plate, but his sword is blessed by fighting energy, not to mention steel, even diamonds can be crushed, and at this moment, this unsightly earth shield blocked all attacks, and there was not even a trace left on the surface of the earth shield!

All the force recoiled back and acted on the sword of the Nine.

The long sword in the hands of the nine people suddenly turned into countless fragments and shot out in all directions.

The silver fighting qi was torn apart by the fragments of the remnant sword, diffused from the warriors' bodies, and disappeared without a trace.

The surroundings are also a mess, no grass can be left alone, the earth seems to have been plowed over again, the smell of earth is everywhere, the lake in the distance is rippling, and the remnants of the aftermath are still there.

Celt and his guards lay in the scorched earth, covered in wounds and wailing.

The earth shield gradually turned into gravel, trickling from mid-air, Zhou Han's figure completely emerged, the mound of earth under him was like a small mountain, it was hard to imagine that such a small earth shield was made of so much gravel.

Unlike ordinary defensive magic, it simply gathers matter together to resist the invasion of foreign objects. Catherine's condensed earth shield is atomic, and the gaps between the particles have been infinitely compressed, and the terrifying density brought by this has also given this earth shield a strong hardness and defensive power.

Zhou Han slowly floated to the top of Celtic's head, and an ice pick had condensed and was hanging above Celtic's head.

Celtic had blood dripping from the corners of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the ice pick facing his head, the sunlight shining back through the clouds, and Celt saw a circle of colorful light around the ice pick, and death was so gorgeous.

Zhou Han glanced around, there was a big pit in front of the main tower, the three-story main tower had been dumped in half, looking down from a height, the lawn of the entire manor had been destroyed by half, and the turbid water spread from the edge of the lake to the center of the lake.

What if he slaughtered this bullshit duke here, and then fled away from a foreign country, who could do anything to himself, even if it was just a momentary pleasure, Zhou Han was happy to do so. For this kind of person, who thinks that he controls the fate of others, decides the life and death of others, is noble, and carries the ignorance and decay of feudal society, Zhou Han has no sympathy.

Zhou Han stopped talking nonsense, his fingertips pointed at the center of Celtic's eyebrows, and the ice pick roared and shot towards the center of Celtic's eyebrows.

"No, please stop, Lord Stephen," Old Butler Oude jumped out of nowhere, he knelt down in front of Zhou Han, and said with sincere fear, "Your Excellency Stephen may not know the power of the Duru family when he first comes to the Shelley Empire, the Duke of Celtic is the only lineage of the Duru family, even His Majesty does not dare to touch him in the slightest, please think twice." ”

"Senior butler, do you think I look like someone who is afraid of the power of the Duru family?"

"Dear Lord Stephen, even if you are not afraid of the power of the Duru family, but the old slave still begs Your Excellency to spare Lord Celtic for the sake of our servants serving you, if Lord Celtic dies here, it is not only you who bear the wrath of the Duru family, but also us slaves, although we are of humble status, but there are still families in the capital, and the Duru family will definitely be angry with them. Oude said with a shudder.

With Old Oude for so long, Zhou Han had never heard him say such a long sentence, Old Oude was really afraid, he was even more afraid than the dying Celtic, and he was also afraid of the servants who knelt down and pleaded behind Zhou Han.

The humility of the humble lies in the fact that they identify with their own lowliness.

Old Oude is already a gray-haired age, and Zhou Han is also very good to him on weekdays, except for occasionally coveting his violin skills, he has never made excessive demands on him.

But now he is desperately pleading for the person who wants to kill him, in the face of such an old man, Zhou Han has no choice but to retreat, he clenched his fists, and those thorns rebounded into his heart, he suddenly understood that what he was fighting against was not the Celtic family, not the Duru family, but the shackles of this era.

"For Hilda's sake, for old Ode's sake, get out of here, brute, you can take revenge, I'll show you my means, and if you dare to provoke me, I'll let you disappear from the world without hesitation, you can try. ”

Zhou Han fell into the dirt, and he left angrily with his hands behind his back, disappearing into the dark holes of the tower.

Celtic lingered for a moment, and with the help of a group of people, he fled on horseback, already in a state of embarrassment.

Zhou Han stood on the top floor of the tower, watching Celt and his retinue flee on horseback on the forest path outside the manor, what happened to Old Oude made him very unhappy, in the end he gave in, he let go of the mad dog, although he knew that the mad dog would bite him in the future.

Moreover, Catherine's energy was lost by another hundredth, just to deal with these few miscellaneous pieces.

If one day Catherine is really gone, I am afraid that she will be torn to pieces by this group of people in an instant, and even if he has supreme wisdom, he will become a joke under the sword and the wand.

He is going to start practicing Dou Qi and magic like this group of barbarians, that is his only capital in the future, of course, he has his own unique cultivation methods, starting from cells, mastering the origin of Dou Qi, starting from neurons, to touch the soul of magic.

He firmly believes that thinking and exploration are important means of understanding the power of laws, and they are also a shortcut to ingeniousness.

Allah said that there should be light, so there was light in the world, and Zhou Han said that the truth should not be foolish, so he became the Lord of Mystery.

Harry hurried to Celtic shortly after his departure, and after learning that the ten Silver Warriors had been repelled by Zhou Han, Harry admired the "Mr. Undead" even more.

After Harry had found out the news, he went back to Hilda.

Zhou Han asked Harry to pass the word that when he got better, he would still go to the palace to teach her occultism.

Hilda has never respected a person so much, and the ups and downs of this world seem like a game to her Lord Stephen, who stands on the outside, facing everything from the perspective of a third person, always so unfazed.

Hilda asked Harry to bring a large sum of gold coins to Zhou Han as compensation.

Zhou Han hired a large number of craftsmen, and it only took half a day to restore the manor as before, and it was not his money anyway.

Celtic won't let him go, Zhou Han knows that it's like a dog can't change eating, if it weren't for the heart-wrenching lesson, he wouldn't have realized what kind of ruthless character he had provoked.