Chapter 170: Blue Sky

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"For the sake of protecting the Kingdom of God and for the mission of thousands of years, the Knights of the Templar are still alive, and they must not let the enemy step into this place for half a step."

One by one, the mighty knights rushed towards the undead god of war, and the feet of this hill-like war giant became so small.

And the more stark contrast is the strength of the two sides.

The Knights of the Templars, also known as the Golden Knights, have more than 100 golden period cultivators.

The undead god of war Sein, a former hero of Noxus, a strong man at the same time as Zhao Xin, the governor of Debang, is almost the same in strength, a real platinum hero.

The difference in rank, the gap between heroes and non-heroes, all this can only be bridged with life and will.

"Kill the strong and trample the weak."

There was a buzzing sound from Theon's mouth, and the blackiron boots alone weighed more than a thousand pounds, and each trampling shook the ground.

The knights were shaken away by the aftermath, and even if they forced their way over, they were trampled into pulp along with their crotch horses.

"I need a massacre!"

Sein roared in the sky, his tomahawk mechanically repeating the chopping motion.

Every blow has the power of opening mountains and cracking stones. The temple was constantly crumbling, and the knights below were dying one after another.

At the same time, the knights could only stab their spears out again and again, trying to break through the defenses of the Darkiron armor, leaving tiny scars on Thane's legs, slowly draining his energy.

These proud knights are playing the role of the humblest cannon fodder at the moment.

A thousand years have passed, and times have changed so many things. War has become a belief only in strength, and will and responsibility seems so ridiculous.

The Knights Templar's thousand-year-old mission is nothing more than a tool used by Holy Kesha, and the knights know it, but they don't want to change anything.

The gods have fallen, and the Knights of the Templar have long been abandoned by the times. But they must die on the battlefield with the mission of inheritance, so that the chivalry can be passed on to the world.

Knights don't die, they just keep renewing. Their lives will awaken some strong men to fight for justice, and those who will become true knights.

Stand up for what is right, and have the power to defend it, this is a knight.

Finally, when more than half of the Knights were killed, Sein's massive body slowly fell.

The Knights regrouped and prepared to launch a final charge against the vast Imperial forces outside.

Lin Feng looked ahead, and suddenly shouted: "Come back, ...... quickly"

Before the words fell, a thicker black aura of death appeared on Theon's body, who had fallen to the ground, and he suddenly stood up again.

[Glory of Death]!

This is the passivity of Sain, and the transformation of this war machine by the Imperials has achieved new results.

"No, I have to do something."

At this moment, only Lin Feng knew how terrifying Sein would be when he got back on his feet, and any life within his attack range would be ruthlessly harvested.

Imperial troops were pouring in through the breach, and Thine suddenly raised his tomahawk and unleashed a stormy attack.

Lin Feng was stunned: "Indiscriminate attack, how can this be?" ”

Irelia thought for a moment and said, "I killed those summoners when the Imperials opened the summoning circle, maybe they haven't been completely successful yet. ”

"I see, chick, you've done a great job."

Lin Feng immediately smiled, it seemed that Sein had no consciousness at all at the moment, only the instinct of fighting remained. So......

Hey.

Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed at it, the summoning technique was activated, and a soul energy shot into Sein's body.

Sein froze in place, turned his head and looked at Lin Feng blankly.

"Haha, Lao Tzu is going to be invincible, don't you want to fight? Okay, then it's a pain. Lin Feng laughed proudly.

He raised his hand slightly, and Theon raised his tomahawk again, and his massive body, which had just been split from mid-air, suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke and dispersed.

"Damn, why is it so useless, so I insisted on it for a while."

Lin Feng was embarrassed for a while, just now he forgot that Sain's passivity could only last for a moment.

Nima, wasting a precious summoning spot in exchange for such an opportunity to pretend to be forced, and actually failed.

Just when Lin Feng was extremely disappointed, a message from the Heavenly Realm System suddenly came from the Sea of Knowledge.

"Summoning the Platinum Stage Hero Spirit Successfully, Summoning Promotion, Summoning Level: Soul Summoning Elementary."

According to the accounts handed down from the Age of the Gods, summoning is divided into several levels: Normal Summoning (Elementary, Intermediate, and Advanced), Soul Summon (Elementary, Intermediate, and Advanced), and Hero Summon (Ultimate Soul Summoning).

After the Age of the Gods, the lineage of the summoners in Valoran has been severed, and only the lowest ordinary summoning skills remain in the world.

Lin Feng always believed that the summoner would one day become the most powerful existence, but his summoning technique had only improved by a short time when he summoned the dragon shark, but he didn't expect that the undead who temporarily summoned Sain this time would actually advance directly.

Blessed from heaven!

Obediently, Lao Tzu is indeed the chosen son.

Lin Feng immediately stinked again, and looked at Irelia with his head held high.

Knock knock.

Joseph's heavy sword slammed down and slammed him into the ground like a stake.

Lin Feng looked up and saw Joseph's eyes, his gaze was pitch black, and a flash of essence flashed intermittently.

"The general's consciousness has not been completely extinguished, is his soul resisting?"

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, his eyes also turned into two black dots, and his spiritual power condensed into a substantial ray into Joseph's eyes.

"In the name of my Lin Feng, the immortal soul of General Joseph, please obey my call, sign a soul contract with me, and fight for justice together."

"Otherwise, fight for world peace, fight for Demacia. For women and money? Hey, don't do it. ”

"Long live Demacia, Ya Butterfly!"

Lin Feng recited a few summoning spells, and cast a primary soul summoning technique for the first time.

Bang.

Joseph's slowly raised heavy sword still smashed down hard, and Lin Feng's eyes were full of gold stars, and he gnawed on a mouthful of mud.

"Damn, pretending to be forced has failed again. Me, is there a chance to do it again? ”

Lin Feng's heart was cold, and he felt that his death was coming, so he simply lay on his stomach in the dirt pit.

……

"Hey, the battle isn't over yet, don't play dead, get up for me like a man."

A voice approached slowly, with some anger and a distinctly trembling tone.

Lin Feng was dragged out of his head by a pair of hands, opened his mouth to inhale, but a puff of dust poured into his throat.

Irelia noticed that he was still reacting, and her voice immediately became cold: "Hmph, you are indeed playing dead, coward. ”

As she spoke, she jerked her hand back.

At this time, Lin Feng couldn't breathe, and was clutching her hand like a drowning person, and his whole body was brought out, and he actually got between Irelia's legs.

Irelia only felt the sensitive part of her thigh being pushed twice, and her whole body froze.

Lin Feng's eyes were full of dirt, so he grabbed a piece of cloth and wiped it on his face.

At the same time, the mouth shouted: "Air, give me air, ah, good fresh air." ”

"Hey, how can there be a fragrance."

Lin Feng took a deep breath, feeling like the first sunny day after the rain, and his breath was slightly moist with a hint of fragrance.

"Well, where am I?"

Lin Feng looked up blankly, his vision hazy.

"Blue, is it the sky? It feels so close, you can touch it when you raise your hand. ”

Lin Feng said, and really raised his hand.

"Hey, no, when did the sky become triangular, and there were bows on both sides. This style seems to have been seen somewhere. ”