But there was chaos all around, slashing and screaming, but most of them were made by the believers, and the soldiers of the Capetian family were silent from beginning to end, without much to say.

Raise your weapon and chop it down.

The cavalry repeated this simple action, as if it were an imprint engraved in their bones.

This silence represents the strongest self-confidence.

They didn't let their guard down because the other side was an unorganized enemy, and they didn't waste their energy for the sake of venting abuse, looking for the enemy's lethal point every time they attacked, seeking to kill the enemy with minimal attrition.

An army with such an excellent fighting style is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

The white-clothed priest thought about it, and probably only the top crusader team of the Holy See could compare with it.

The Capet family is indeed the most unstable factor in the Holy See's unification of the continent.

The paladin, who had withstood the frontal impact of more than a dozen cavalrymen, was not unharmed, more than a dozen spears pierced his body, but he could only barely break through the epidermis, and with the sound of gold and iron fighting, the cavalrymen suddenly felt a violent shock from the spears in their hands, like stabbing on the hard steel.

Although he couldn't pierce the paladin's body, the powerful impact still forced the paladin to retreat a few meters, but his right foot quickly bent and lifted on the way back, and he stepped backwards with the momentum, and the bluestone under his feet suddenly cracked, as if he couldn't withstand this huge force, with the paladin's body as the center, the range of three meters was covered with cracks like spider webs.

"This guy's skin is really hard. One of the cavalrymen couldn't help but sigh, the spear in his hand was slightly deformed, and the blade rolled up.

This is a weapon forged from the hardest channel steel, and it can't pierce the opponent's body.

......

"It's time for us to go......" In the attic of the church, a pale-faced man pulled his companion standing by the window: "The paladin can't last long, that kind of overdrawn vitality combat method is like fireworks, it will end quickly after it explodes, we have to escape from the encirclement before then!"

"I said earlier, Ron Capet is not so easy to kill!" the companion turned his head in anger, and it was a young girl, dressed in the most common coarse linen coat of the inhabitants of Maran, her palms were covered with calluses and cracks, like the marks of long-term labor, her skin was dark, and the bridge of her nose was dotted with small freckles, and her whole body revealed an ordinary atmosphere.

As a killer, of course, the less noticeable the safer, the better, and the best is the kind that you throw into the pile of people and can't find it in the blink of an eye.

Obviously, the girl did just that.

"I've made several suggestions to that adult, but he won't listen to him, and you can see the consequences of going his own way!" the girl sneered, removing the short dagger hanging from the wall and carefully smearing the venom on the blade, "What a price we paid for his flawed plan!"

"The painstakingly run church was besieged, and it was quickly burned to ashes, and the community of believers that had developed with great difficulty would be completely cleansed, I really don't understand, what are the heads of the upper classes going on?" the girl inserted the dagger into the sheath, stuffed it into her boots, and veiled it: "I'm going to run for my life!"

"Wait, gotta take him. The man called out to his companion and pointed to a shivering young man hiding in the corner, "Your Excellency's order is to take him out safely no matter what." ”

The girl glanced contemptuously at the guy hiding in the corner, and was no stranger to him.

The adult had alluded to the importance of this guy, the most important part of the plan, but judging from the days of contact, this guy did not have any outstanding performance, his skills were poor, his vigilance was not as good as that of a child, and he would only hide in the corner and tremble when something happened.

What is the use of such a timid burden?

"It's okay to take him, but you have to tell me, what the hell is this guy doing?" the girl raised her eyebrows and said slowly, "All the plans revolve around him, but we are all kept in the dark, and this feeling makes me very unhappy. ”

"We don't have time to talk about these ...... now," the man said impatiently.

"Then I'll leave on my own. The girl turned her head and pushed open the attic window, very crisply.

The man's head suddenly grew for a while, but at this time there was a disagreement, if it wasn't for the need for the girl to act as a bodyguard on the way to escape, the man really wanted this stinky woman to roll as far as he could.

"Wait!" the man gritted his teeth and called out to the girl who was about to leave, as if he had compromised, and gasped and said, "Since you want to know so much, then I'll tell you." ”

"But this matter must be kept secret, if it is leaked out......"

"Okay, okay! I'm a killer, I don't need you to teach me professionalism!" the girl interrupted impatiently.

The man sighed helplessly and beckoned to the young man hiding in the corner: "Dorne, come here." Show Miss Vina what you're capable of. ”

The young man named Dorne came over with some fear, bowed his head and did not dare to look at the domineering Vena, glanced at the man tentatively, and after receiving a positive reply, he stretched out his hands and said to Miss Vena, "Yes...... Offended. ”

"Pretending to be a ghost. Vina frowned.

......

Yazov was outside the battle circle, and watched as the believers fell one by one under the iron hooves of the cavalry, but the paladin was still like an unbeatable cockroach, covered in blood, but most of it was flesh wounded.

Instead, more than a dozen cavalrymen were hit by him and fell to the ground.

It would be too embarrassing to continue fighting like this.

Yazov thought so, and he gently pinched the horse's belly, and slowly pulled the Vadia steel sword from his waist, the blade of which emitted a faint cold light was a blue color, apparently coated with extremely strong poison.

The purpose of weapons is to kill and injure the enemy, and poisoning is only a means.

As for meanness and violation of knightly creed, Yazov never cared about that.

He's not a pedantic fool who throws a white glove at his enemies before a duel, and no one on the battlefield will respect you for something like that.

As long as you can kill the enemy, you can use any means.

Sneak attack on the genitals and prick the anus, these indiscriminate tricks Yazov has long since used it I don't know how many times.

Even a paladin must have his own weaknesses.

What's more, I still have a helping hand.

As Yazov's horses began to gallop, several black shadows disappeared from the side of the street like a grim reaper.

Shadow Regiment.

Finally, its mysterious mask was unveiled in front of the world.