"Bell!"

The knight Dusk in Charles' hand struck hard with Niccolò Ponte's staff, and his wrist flew backwards and away.

"The evil method is really not authentic, this power is worse than that night oracle!"

The retreat did not discourage Charles, but he felt at ease, because the strength of this strength was within the range he expected, although he was indeed strong, it was not the kind he could not resist.

"What kind of talent are you, and you can have a proverb skill?"

Nicro Ponte shouted in surprise when he saw Charles's fierce sword momentum, which was obviously not affected by his manic spirit language, and also interrupted the release of his spirit language.

"I've always had a way to deal with evil things!" Charles pretended lightly.

However, Charles is telling the truth, if it is only about the resistance to spiritual attack spells, Charles can definitely boast of the top level in the world.

So when Niccolò Ponte recited the strange and obscure spiritual words, he was not greatly affected. Compared to Her Majesty's mental ravage, this little gadget is not even a drizzle.

And after Xia Er was promoted to the middle rank, there were some more mid-level skills in his mind, and one of them happened to be able to deal with the current scene.

Interrupt: The Righteous Knight's innate skill, using the most upright soul power, shouts the voice of justice, and can interrupt the temptation and intrusion of the evildoer.

Since Charles's promotion, he has been wondering what the voice of the soul is and what is the cry of justice, but when he heard the chant of Niccolò Ponte, Charles's mind automatically appeared with the consciousness of counterattack, and subconsciously let out a loud cry in his first native language, which immediately achieved immediate results.

"The deepest obsession in my heart is the cry of justice!"

Charles faintly has some feelings, it turns out that as long as there is a strong obsession in your heart, then the voice that you identify with most in your heart is the most righteous, the memory of your past life is the most different place between yourself and others, and the understanding and definition of justice in civilized society has been deeply imprinted in your soul.

In this transcendent world, good and evil obsessions correspond to special mysterious powers, justice is power, evil is also power, like Niccolò Ponte, an ascetic masochist, who firmly believes that strength comes from human suffering, so he can get strange power from suffering.

"Why is this power so familiar?Is the evil that has been tempting the transcendent to fall also a special power?"

However, these thoughts only flashed in Charles's mind, and the long sword in his hand did not stop at all, and he held his waist with both hands, and fought the ascetic without fear.

The dual talents of hunter and warrior alternately change, the sword is light and heavy, the body is fast and slow, sometimes dignified like a mountain, sometimes light and fluttering like the wind, and for a while, he is on par with the ascetic who is two ranks higher than himself.

Niccolò Ponte continued to adjust his mouth and wanted to chant the spirit language again, but was interrupted by several "strange interruptions" from the charr, and the two hundred heavily armored warriors outside were no longer disturbed by the manic spirit language, and slowly returned to normal.

"My lord, let's teach him a lesson!"

"Your Excellency the Marquis, let's do it! let this despicable creature know how powerful the Lorrainians are!"

Two hundred strong men gathered around the two of them angrily, ready to rush up and fight Nicolo Ponte.

"Foolish pariahs, servants of the gods are not to be offended, and you need to repent in your pain!"

The violent spiritual power in Nichiro Ponte's body shook wildly, and a blazing and violent light suddenly appeared on his staff, and all the warriors within a radius of tens of meters were dazzled and fell into a temporary blindness.

"I can't see it! ...... bastard"

"Don't mess up the fight, lean on each other, put up shields to defend, push forward and pile him to death......"

Although the heavily armored warriors around him were out of sight, several experienced captains quickly got rid of their panic and calmly gave orders.

"Defend in place, wait for orders!" Charr's clear voice rang out, and the warriors around him became more composed.

He would not be affected by this light, and he even had some disgust with the mixed and chaotic light.

"Ridiculous, do you want to play melee mage?

Charles turned slightly, dodging Niccolò Ponte's sneak attack, and slashed at him with a backhand.

It was the first time Nicolo Ponte had been injured tonight, and it wasn't serious compared to the injuries he had suffered in the past few days, but it was the first time he had been shocked.

"You can fit ......."

Niccolò Ponte did not continue, he could not understand why Charles could ignore the "power of the gods", which he had only touched after more than ten years of penance, and the reason why the abbey of Abess had been able to become famous in the light world for thousands of years was also related to the search for ways to master this power.

"Fifty meters back, he can hold on for two minutes at most!"

Charles moved his body quickly to avoid Nicro Ponte's pursuit, and calmly commanded the panicked warriors around him to retreat, his spiritual vision clearly showed that the spiritual power stored in Nichol Ponte's body was rapidly depleting, and he judged that this guy was a two-minute man.

"Two minutes...... Guess how many people I can kill?"

Nickroy Ponte couldn't keep up with Charles' circle, and a cruel smile suddenly appeared on his withered face.

Charles's heart sank, and he immediately flew to pounce on Nicolo Ponte, but he had already turned and rushed into the crowd around him.

"Ahhh......h

"Push hard, don't be afraid to ........ death"

"Is the Marquis still inside.......?

Blood began to spurt, and people continued to fall, and the soldiers blindly squeezed and collided, and the heavy armor collided with the heavy armor to make a tooth-sore sound.

The intensive tactics of the heavy armor warriors were originally a tactical killing move against the transcendentals, but Niccolò Ponte's "illumination technique" was too powerful, and hundreds of warriors had no strong armor blades but could not use them, and they wanted to use their lives to replace a wound on the ascetic's body but could not get it.

Charles bypassed a bloodied warrior, squeezed away a few who couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe, approached the frenzied Nichol Ponte, and stabbed him with a fierce sword.

Then, the sharp knight twilight was grabbed by the hand of the ascetic who suddenly turned around, and looking at the smirk on the corner of Nicro Ponte's mouth, Charles suddenly knew that this was the moment he was waiting for.

The crowd of heavily armored soldiers limited the range of movement of the two men, allowing Nicelo Ponte to catch Charles and get a chance to fight it out.

Charles drew his sword hard, but the blade was tightly clamped by Niccolau's fingerbones, making a screaky "creaking" sound.

Nicolo Ponte swung his staff and struck him, but Charles was one step ahead of him, and a headbutt slammed into the bridge of his nose, breaking the bridge of his nose in an instant.

Nicolo Ponte laughed harder, his mouth cracked wider, and blood and snot flowed, making his smile look so eerie.

His strength is greater than Charles, his ability to endure pain is stronger than Charles, as long as he holds Charles's sword tightly, the two collide with each other, and it seems that he can only stand in the end.

Charles had a staff on his shoulder, and the sound of bones straining was so pleasant to Niccolò Ponte's ears.

He raised his staff and prepared to strike it again, this time aiming at Charles's skull.

Charles' empty left fist swung and slammed into Nicolo Ponte's lower abdomen, but the ascetic didn't care, Charles's punch couldn't kill him, as long as he didn't die, it was Charr who died.

"Poof!"

The staff in Nicro Ponte's hand was raised high, but in the end it did not fall, and his movements suddenly stopped.

The blazing light vanished suddenly, and the ascetic lowered his head in a daze, unable to understand what was going on, as he watched a spear of cold light pierce his lower abdomen.

Didn't Charles just pound his fist? Why did it suddenly turn into a spear, and this spear ....... Why is it so wrong.

The Spear of Ancoral, the bearer of depravity and madness, has always been a taboo alternative weapon for the light world, and it seems to be a perfect match for the mad ascetic.

A mad, depraved aura poured into the ascetic's body, rushing into his heart and mind, testing the firm will of a servant of light.

Charles had long known from the young hunter Nelly that the ascetic's fighting characteristic was that he didn't take his body seriously, so how could he not be wary of him playing the trick of exchanging injuries for his life?

You think I'm bare-handed, but I'm actually going to make something out of nothing! If it weren't for your calculations against me, I would really be unable to fight back!

"Whew"

The ascetic who took his body seriously let out an inhuman howl, and his resistance to the will was far less than his resistance to pain.

"It's all out of the way, he's going to make a big move......"

Charles shouted loudly, and the chaotic warriors suddenly had a backbone, and they retreated into the distance, looking at the trembling Niccol Ponte vigilantly, for fear that he would make another moth.

Charles also took out a bottle of healing and recovery potion and drank it, relieving the pain in his body, as for the recovery of the injury, it was naturally completed by the hidden light power in the body, which was much stronger than the recovery power of any ascetic.

Niccolò Ponte slowly fell to his knees, grasped a tomahawk that had fallen to the ground, and suddenly swung it violently, slashing at his bare feet.

"Drink, drink, drink......"

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the sharp pain gave Nicholo Ponte a brief moment of strength, and he grabbed the spear with both hands and pulled it out with all his might.

"Poof!"

Large swaths of blood and debris of the five organs were brought out.

The ascetic looked up at Charles viciously, then turned and rushed out.

"Don't stop him, he won't live long!"

Charles looked at Nichol Ponte's back in the distance, and glanced at the little tiger cat in the shadows, and the little one quietly chased after the blood.

"Stay vigilant, I'll rest for a while, and don't come in without my orders. ”

Charles stopped Brut and Nelly from approaching, and walked into his tent alone, surrounded by warriors who wanted to make up for the poor performance of the night with their loyalty.

It's just that what they don't know is that Charles just went in and went around, then switched his assassin talent and dived into the darkness, quietly bypassing these loyal warriors, and chasing in the direction of the little tiger cat.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, the ascetic Nikolo Ponte was in a very bad state after several days of fighting, scarred and confused, and now he was severely damaged by the spear of Ancoral, which was the most favorable time for the Charles.

If Niccolò Ponte had been in his prime, Charles might not have been willing to take the risk!

..........

..........

In the muddy darkness, the ascetic of the light, Nikelo Ponte, walked with difficulty, and he now longed for warmth to dispel the cold, both physically and mentally.

A damned war had cost him everything a man, and his former lover had snubbed him, and in a fit of rage, he left all his possessions, domains, and titles to the boy who was nominally his nephew, and he resolutely entered the monastery of Abes, seeking greater strength and the dignity of a man.

After more than ten years of cruel practice, the madness of his companions and the suicide of suicide, Nicolo Ponte gritted his teeth and persevered, and found the powerful power given by the legendary gods.

His former family was proud of him again, and the boy grew into a strong young man, and under his own protection, he became a deacon monk in the church, and his sister-in-law visited him in the convent every year, and everything seemed to be restored to its best old days.

But this beauty was ruined by a lowly woman and an idiot marquis, and when the news of his nephew's death reached the abbey of Abes, Nicolò Ponte vowed to kill all the members of the Chevalier family and bury his son.

However, two successive letters reached the abbey of Abes, but they wanted to stop Niccolò Ponte's revenge.

A letter was written by Crawford, the deacon bishop of the Sacred Heart Cathedral of Nacel, in which he explained in detail all the events of the "Daisy Affair" and pointed out the seriousness of the incident, exhorting Nicolo Ponte to swallow his breath and stop causing trouble.

If your nephew is gone, don't you still have a son, why bother with King Rousseff and Cardinal Glaria for the death of a nephew?

"Is my son my son? He's dead!"

Niccolò Ponte tore the letter to shreds at that time, and his cruel self-cultivation gained great power, was it to swallow this breath?

Nichiro didn't care about the royal family of Florence and the Church of Twilight, and the Monastery of Abes was not afraid of King Florence and Greria.

However, the second letter caused the Abbey of Abess to change its attitude and make it clear that it did not support Nicro Ponte's revenge.

The wife of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Prussia and a high-ranking transcendent saint, Her Majesty Adele wrote only one sentence in the letter.

"Silence or die!"

Nicolo Ponte chose to die.

Dragging the Chevalier family to die together.