Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe endless black iron rider is like a beast that has broken free from its cage, wantonly destroying and destroying everything in front of it and what it sees, and the exquisite buildings, reliefs, and books and beautiful pictures that have been created by human civilization for thousands of years are all powerless in the face of this power, highlighting the paleness and powerlessness......

Fortified castles have been conquered, cities and villages have been razed to the ground on which countless people depend, noble lords who were once high and high have been abused to death by their enemies like the lowest pigs and dogs, and brave knights can only let out an unwilling roar at the end of their lives......

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Unconsciously, Leo's clenched ten fingers turned pale, and after a long march, some sharp fingertips pierced deep into his palms, and he shook his head vigorously, and he seemed to break free from those memories

Strange to say, Leo had never been in contact with demons at all except in the game, but the memories that suddenly came to him as if they were real filled his mind in an instant, like ...... It's like he's been through it himself......

Muttered in a low voice

"Yes, Black Knife, Dark Night...... This is a ...... A disgusting, but full of devil fruit-like temptation, a mysterious weapon that seems to have existed forever since the birth of the Pande Continent, a true artifact that the Pande gods cannot completely destroy, but can only be expelled and sealed! ”

Closing his eyes and looking up, the noise of the surrounding battlefield seemed to have completely stopped for a moment, and even Keith's cry of the Marcel crisis once again became a little distant and ethereal

Slow thinking seemed to have gone through a century, Leo slowly raised his head, his somewhat confused eyes regained firmness, first nodded apologetically to the somewhat impatient Keith, he turned his head to face the worried Al Andergrimes and said calmly

"My marshal, the command of the back will be handed over to you, and in the final battle, I will be with my knights!"

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"Excuse me? I probably don't understand what you mean, sir? ”

Al's face was a little rough because of the exertion, and he had a stunned expression, and while speaking, he subconsciously pulled the war horse under the reins and crotch forward, and at the same time faintly blocked the front of Leo

Taking the helmet from the hands of the guards who had not concealed his reverence, Leo lowered his head and gently blew the non-existent dust on the bright surface, and then, as on the night when he first came into this world when he met the messenger for help, he slowly but firmly buckled his slightly heavy helmet with his hands

"You heard my marshal right, my friend! I must take part in this battle, stand with my knights, with my soldiers, as I have done, and I will make it clear to all people who they are fighting for, and for whom they are shedding blood and dying! ”

"But my lord...... Putting oneself in danger should never be a ...... And...... Don't you believe Lord Finn? ”

Waving his hand to the Grand Master of the Punishment Knights, who was about to speak, Leo put his hands heavily on Al's shoulders

"On the contrary, I have never doubted your loyalty, ability, and strong will, but you need to understand that my friend, I am not as skilled as you in commanding a wide range of battlefields, I am inferior to Finn in knightly skirmishes, and I am not even as good as the unruly Tyr and the somewhat lazy Aldaryan in training soldiers......"

With a slight sigh, Leo continued

"In the same way, Edward, including Tedamir, and all these friends who have followed me, have merit that I cannot match, and praise the gods for their generosity and luck in having you as a ...... Friend! Brothers! ”

Retracting his arm, Leo's gaze swept over all the followers around him in turn, but his voice suddenly increased

"Just as I trust you so much, I ask you, my friends to trust my decisions as well, I am not the kind of reckless man who puts himself in danger when he is hot-headed, I know our aspirations and ideals, but! But this does not mean that the golden throne that represents power and status that I will sit on in the future is made of you, the flesh and blood of these soldiers, and their bones. ”

"Phew!"

Amid the frantic shouts of the Knights, the three Fein bowed their heads deeply in front of Leo on behalf of everyone

"Praise you, my lord, for your bravery and fearlessness, and even if the demons still hold that evil magic, I believe that destruction will never befall this continent!"

Forehead, patting Al Andgristes, whose face was still complicated, Leo rode to the front of the remaining knights led by the Knights of Punishment, he pulled down his armor heavily, and the blood-red cloak behind him hunted in the wind

With a few hammers of his right arm and the shield that had been slammed into his left arm, Leo took the straight spear that Fain handed him and raised it desperately into the air like the oldest and most traditional knight, letting the tip of the spear glisten in the sunlight

"In my name, for the sake of humanity, the Knights charge!"

"Honor!"

The roar of madness resounded through the sky, the earth trembled, the clouds were dispersed, and tens of thousands of horses' hooves under the dense spears stepped out at the same time, with determination, with indomitability, with a killing frenzy, towards the chaotic Dark Knights, towards the demon formation, towards the unrivaled leader!

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Pain...... Marcel, who once thought that he would be able to endure all the pain of this world after his hellish training, just wanted to open his mouth and roar

It was as if it was no longer a torture from the flesh and nerves, but seeping into the bone marrow, seeping into the trembling that came from the soul of every cell, with a black coldness, with a maddening restlessness

The blood seemed to have coagulated, and not a single trace of blood dripped from even the strange black knife that came out of the chest......

Barely raising his head, just this slight movement almost made Marcel feel painful, biting his blue-haired lips to death, he stared at the demon leader holding the black knife through the air he was lifting, his eyebrows raised upward, as if he wanted to show a graceful smile like usual

The arm that hung down weakly trembled and slowly stretched out to his waist, and the shriveled flask a few inches away from his fingers still conveyed a rich floral fragrance......

"I gave you a chance to be human! But it seems to give you some kind of delusion, making you think that it is possible to defeat me? ”

A low mocking sound came from the mouth of the demon leader, and the black knife was raised horizontally with one hand, and the weight of more than a hundred pounds of Massel, who was on the verge of death, did not make his arm tremble even slightly

Squinting his eyes at the stupid human assassin's shattered left arm and the twisted and deformed Hidden Blade on the ground, one of the remaining terrifying knights beside the demon leader snorted coldly and bowed slightly

"Honorable Lord, this inconsiderate ant has offended your majesty, and I may allow me to end his humble life by the most cruel means of my own hands, in order to undo the wrongs of our guards......"

After a few seconds of silence, the demon leader tilted his head slightly, and was just about to nod in agreement, but at this moment, Marcel's eyes, which seemed to have long lost their brilliance, suddenly shot out a terrifying light

At the same time, the ten-fingered butterfly of the intact right hand, which seemed to be touching the wine jug on his waist, flicked wildly like a flower, and it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the dagger that had shocked Leo and others, almost transparent with a faint earthy yellow color, appeared between the index and middle fingers out of thin air

The dagger that had seriously injured Lord Noldor Ardarian, the dagger that Massel regarded as a treasure called the [Illusory Blade] and the dagger that carried the Assassin's Creed and Legacy did not pause in the slightest, so fast that the light could not catch its traces, so fast that it left only a thin crack in the air

With the last of Marcel's strength, he crossed the space and flashed to the demon leader's throat in an instant......

"Ahem...... Idiot, don't forget...... Remember, call...... I...... I...... is a ...... An assassin...... We work hard with ...... With darkness, but ...... But occasionally...... Also...... It also serves the light...... Stab...... Ke's Creed...... Henggu ...... Not ......"

The darkness completely overwhelmed Marcel's soul, the body that had lost its last trace of vitality quickly dried up and shrunk in the greedy sucking of the black knife, the handsome and elegant face was as old as an ancient corpse that had lasted for thousands of years, and only the dry and empty right hand was still stubbornly pointed at his target with a terrible obsession......