Chapter 20: A Concerto of Light and Darkness

"Boom! Boom! ”

The long sword blocked by the axe handle did not stop castrating, but crossed a trajectory, with a silver light, and bypassed the gap, but this time the battle axe did not have time to block this sword, good opportunity! Seiber's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly, intending to use this sword to divide the victory. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Bell!"

The sword that passed through the gap made a crisp sound, and Seber watched in amazement as the stout knight in front of him blocked the sword in an almost unbelievable position, his name was Albuquerque, and he was also the Earl's queen, and he had a good relationship with him.

No sooner had Sabor turned these thoughts than he heard Albuquerque speak in his deep voice

"Very well, Seber, I thought you were so obsessed with boring interactions that you had forgotten that a strong self was fundamental, but now it seems that you haven't forgotten."

Then the muscles of the stout knight bulged and let out a loud shout, and while Seber was dazzled by the shock, he lifted him away, and once again clenched his long-handled battle axe with both hands, and his eyes lit up like a real fire

"Then let me see how much you've grown!"

Seibel was lifted away by Albuquerque's hand, and he stepped back four or five steps, he cursed the strength of this brute on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was also ready to meet Albuquerque's attack, watching Albuquerque pick up the long-handled axe, sweeping out a half-moon-shaped arc, and when he planned to give full play to the advantages of the long weapon, he was not to be outdone, and clenched the long sword

It was just a roll, quickly out of Albuquerque's attack range, and before he could turn around, the long sword slammed into his wrist

"Don't think you're the only one who can improve!"

He poured all his strength into it, and swept a sword towards Albuquerque's right hand holding the handle of the axe, and at the same time, Seibel also knew that it was impossible to cause substantial damage to Albuquerque with such an attack, but he still had a back hand-

Sure enough, Albuquerque withdrew his right hand, and then bent down, using the inertia carried by the long-handled axe, and only used his left hand to hold the handle of the axe and swung it towards Seber, and at this time, Seber's upper body had already entered the attack range of the long-handled axe, and if he didn't retreat, he would only be cut in half.

"You're on—dang!"

But Seibel screamed, he leaned down, suddenly let go of his right hand, gave up his long sword, and then grabbed Albuquerque's shirt with his left hand, which was on the same level, and then pulled hard to get closer to Albuquerque.

Before Albuquerque could react at this time, this guy suddenly abandoned his sword, and Seibel had already bullied forward, and then smashed Albuquerque in the face with a hard punch, then let go of his left hand, and let his body fall to the ground with inertia, and began to laugh.

"Hahaha or I earned it!"

Albuquerque also held the long-handled axe again with both hands, and stopped with a "bang" on the ground, and then he looked at Seibel who was lying on the ground laughing, and then looked at his saber lying next to him, and also understood Seber's thoughts, this guy didn't plan to win himself at all, so try to "earn" a punch before admitting defeat.

"That's it! Seibel Genatan automatically threw away his weapon and conceded defeat, and the winner was Albuquerque Tanasan! ”

The instructor, who was also the referee at this time, shouted out the result, and then stood on the stage to look at Seibel and Albuquerque, saying that the winner and the loser had been divided, and there should be no more fights between the two.

"Hahaha, how about Albuquerque!"

Although Seiber looked embarrassed because he was rolling on the ground and his clothes were covered with dust, his expression was full of joy, and he walked side by side with Albuquerque, who was a head and a half taller than him, not like a loser, but with the expression of a winner.

"Yes, in the face of a strong enemy who thinks he is invincible, he does not admit defeat, nor does he rush up with his head covered to die, but he tries his best to gain an advantage and then preserves himself, which is a smart and correct thing to do on the battlefield."

These words did not come from Albuquerque, who was beside Seber, but from Villas, who came to the two of them at some point, and the old man's face was calm, but before Seber could say anything, Velas continued

"However, this is not a battlefield, but a sword-folding square, which symbolizes the inheritance of the Knight Inruta, and it is not a life-saving war, but a certification ceremony to demonstrate chivalry and faith."

The old man's face was still calm, but this time Seber's expression suddenly fell, he had already expected what Velas would say later, Seber thought to himself, and after he went back, he copied the ninth chapter of the way of knighthood 20 times......

At the same time, Vilas also opened his mouth to speak

"After you go back, copy the ninth chapter of the way of knighthood 50 times and give it to Instructor Yarama for review, this is a punishment for you for easily throwing away the knight's faith and your weapon."

Sebo lamented in his heart that it had more than doubled than he expected...... He was about to say a few tough words to Albuquerque when he saw Villas speak again after a pause

"By the way, Genatan, this shouldn't be your fight, right? I think you should have played with Begley in the sixteenth game. ”

Was it really discovered, Seber's heart tightened, and he was about to say something like he wanted to challenge his ability to try to fool the past, but Vilas just said lightly and then made Seber dispel this idea, the old man said

"Where's Brech?"

It seemed that it couldn't be hidden, and the expression on Seber's face fell a little further, and he put on a bitter face the facts he knew with Vilas, and just said that Sim had gotten the news of Barlow and chased him out, when he saw a figure rushing towards this side, with long golden hair dancing in the air

"Seber! You're so bold! You're no match for Tanasan at all! Luckily, you're throwing in the towel, and Tanassan didn't take you seriously! Ay?! Grandpa Vilas, you're here too?! Oh, and the Chims! Isn't this his fight!? ”

Sebo watched in amazement as Liliania uttered such a long list of questions in one breath, and then asked dumbfounded

"Lily, you, aren't you missing?"

Liliania said as white as he did

"I'm with Her Royal Highness the Princess, when did I disappear!"

Sebo opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Vilas forcibly interrupted him, looking serious

"Now the question is, where exactly did Shimkovin Brecch go?!"

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"The world originated from twilight, and it must belong to twilight, but"

On a three-tiered altar, black, bright red, the color is not as good as this once white altar, and even the beautiful angel statues cast around the altar have been deliberately ruined, and the original delicate statues have been processed, those wide robes have been removed, and they have been carved into a bold style that exposes the intimate organs of women, and then their bodies are painted with a layer of black, so that they exude a strange atmosphere of ugliness and sensuality.

Standing on top of this filthy altar is a man in a close-fitting robe and a robe with open plackets, holding a thick book with red stripes on a black background in one hand, and the cover of which is drawn a writhing whirlpool, the man is obsessively explaining his understanding of the doctrine, and then the whirlpool on the cover of the book still emits a twisted and desperate wail from time to time, and under this scene, the man's explanation is particularly convincing.

"Mortals are foolish! They always feel like they have their destiny in their hands! They don't dare to be disrespectful to the gods! But they are the real makers of the world, Twilight! ”

The man's tone became ferocious, and his hatred overflowed

"But wantonly slander it! Insult it! Reject it! Think about it, if a child not only does not have any gratitude to his parents, but even scolds and blames his parents arbitrarily! ”

As he became emotional, the sound of the book he held high in his hand became sharp and piercing, but everyone in the audience he faced, from the sixteen or seventeen-year-old street boy with a black face to the old man with silver hair and cloudy eyes, did not feel it, they just felt the resentment from the heart!

Seeing that the people below had moved with his emotions, the man on the stage looked more and more excited, holding high the thick book that kept making a screeching sound, and his mouth was foaming at the mouth

"You can feel it too! So—"

He was interrupted by a loud noise, and at the same time, the door that had shielded them from the outside light also collapsed, and the whole door was spread on the ground, and the blinding sunlight shone in from outside, and everyone turned in in unison, and then narrowed their eyes at the fierce bright light, but a vague figure could be seen walking in through the light.

"Tsk, it's been a long time since I cleaned up you guys, I forgot that you all brought your own BGM (background music)."

The visitor drew a shiny long sword from the scabbard at his waist, then tilted his head and asked the man on the stage

"How? Looks like I'm bothering you with a bunch of people square dancing behind closed doors? ”

didn't wait for anyone to continue talking, although the man on the stage couldn't understand what this guy was saying, but he would definitely not be a believer at dusk, and the guy who was not a believer during this critical period would have to die! His eyes flashed sharply, and he exclaimed

"Him! He is the one who turns his back on the twilight! Our enemies! him! ”

However, in the next moment, the man flashed by, and the ordinary people who had gathered had already jumped over him without even seeing his appearance, and the man was so frightened that he threw the thick book in his hand out, and then shook his shoulders, and was about to take off his cardigan and flee from the altar.

"Poof!"

The longsword, which shimmered slightly, pierced through the thick paper, and the thick book made an even more piercing sound, and the whole book began to deform

"Hiss, click! ――”

Sim shook the steel teeth in his hand, and the thick book flew out of the sword, and at the same time, he couldn't maintain the form of the book, and began to drip viscous, black liquid down like silt, he looked at this thing with disgust, and reached for his waist bag with his left hand, and took out two glass bottles that emitted a faint white light.

He lifted his hand and removed the cork, and then threw it forward, and the white liquid in the bottle fell into the sludge without dropping

"Hiss, babble! ――”

The sludge made that piercing shrill sound again, and then, like boiling water, snorted so much that it smoked and did not move, and Sim did not wait for this time.

He took the man's life with a drop of his sword, looked at his dim yellow pupils that were still bright even after he died, then pulled out his steel teeth, frowned at the remnants of the lump of mud after it had an evaporating effect, a pile of yellow-brown ashes, and muttered to himself

"Lower-level believers, fortunately, they didn't give him time to transform the molten demon, and the embers of dusk, did this thing already appear at this time?"

He put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, and didn't care about the peripheral believers who were bewitched by the lower-level believers, and the civilians who were still excited just now also watched him leave in a daze, these peripheral believers were just spiritually guided by the lower-level believers with the embers of dusk, and there was no threat in the current situation.

After he had dealt with Bamanf and Adelaide in the morning, he searched in Bamanf's house, and although he found the expected treasure chest, he also saw the news that Bamanf had saved, and he was shocked that the Twilight Courtyard was really crazy to this extent, as if Romandand was not one of the best forces on the continent, but just a small village in the wilderness.

At the same time, he hurriedly left the Central Knight Academy, using the resources in his hands to start acting, he never believed that Romandand really didn't know anything about this, and even the eloquent Inruta VII was likely to be a plan, wanting to root up the power of the Twilight Courtyard in Inruta and wipe it out, but he also believed that Romandand definitely underestimated the action of the Twilight Courtyard.

Or even he remembered some mysteries in his previous life, and only then did he slowly straighten out the context of the whole thing, so that he could discover the true purpose of the Twilight Courtyard.

The large city-wide sacrifices were a gimmick, especially the fake altars that were like smoke bombs, to attract the targets of the Wandering Forces in Inrutana.

Shimla pulled down his mask and walked briskly down the street, which was filled with a festive atmosphere, but there was also a mysterious atmosphere, such as the faint smell of blood in the air and the empty streets.

Secondly, the use of various large-scale sacrifices to form field enchantments and send corresponding powerhouses is only used to trap a few gold-rank powerhouses on the surface of Inruta, and to create a twilight courtyard for Inruta is to forcibly attack the fortification.

The stomp of his boots echoed on the ground, and Chim's maroon eyes burned with a kind of flame, and the cloak behind him was picked up by the wind that swept through the streets, swaying slightly in the wind like his loose hair.

Even in the end, the suicide attack on Her Royal Highness Princess Sylvia is also fake, and even the blow to the prestige of Rolmand and Inruta's royal family is still secondary, and their real purpose is very simple, very direct, and incomprehensible.

Sim's footsteps stopped, and in front of him was a low wall of about 3 meters, which was reserved for the memory of the square of the folding sword and the thirty-four knights, although it has been repaired several times, but the stubborn people of Inruta still retain the original appearance of the wall.

It's just to kill the would-be knights in this issue, that's all.