Chapter 70: Svein, please give her to me

"From the heir of the Laurent family, I admire your loyalty to the Empire, but what does your loyalty to the Empire get in exchange? A ruthless betrayal. Svein smiled at Fiona, the heir of the Laurent family, whom he was very satisfied with, and he believed that there would be few people as good as Fiona in the entire empire.

Fiona's fierce eyes softened slightly, but the decisive arrogance in her eyes did not slow down, Svein could even see a desperate resoluteness and fanaticism in the beautiful peach blossom eyes of this woman, Svein who had gone through the baptism of time and years of experience naturally understood that it was the resoluteness of death, and in Svein, a person who gave up his life was always the most terrible existence in the world.

"Thank you very much, General Svein, for your affirmation of the Laurent family. For the Laurent family, there is no repentance to speak of, and there is no atonement to speak of. Fiona fights for the Laurent family, not for the Empire! A soft, yet resolute voice rang out in the hall.

At this moment, whether it was the contempt and ridicule of the heir of the Laurent family before, or the young man who looked at this woman with jealousy and awe later, he couldn't help but maintain a strong respect for the woman in front of him.

Perhaps this woman of the Laurent family is not a member of the Holy See in the traditional sense, but it is undeniable that this woman has a very strong and devout faith! Svein glanced at Fiona's chest with the cross-sword badge that was no longer bright, and muttered, "Is this your faith, Fiona, the great woman of the Laurent family!" ”

Heins Konstantin looked at the old man in front of him with a smile, but who had always stood at the pinnacle of the empire's power, and laughed softly: "He really deserves to be his disciple." Anyone who also respects talent but is a threat to the empire will be strangled in the cradle with an iron fist and recklessly. ”

With his right hand, he gently tapped the ground with a golden cane, and a very majestic momentum suddenly stretched out towards the hall from the center of Everyne, and everyone in the hall felt a very heavy pressure in an instant.

Because of the heavy blow, Barton, who was sitting directly on the ground, widened his eyes. His eyes shone brightly, and he muttered, "Is this your strength, Lord Svein?" It's as terrible as the rumors! ”

In the same way, the young commoners or nobles in the lower hall were all overwhelmed by the sudden burst of strength of the old man on crutches in front of him. Rommel stared at Svein in front of him with wide eyes, his eyes were equally shining, but a meaningful sentence came out of his mouth: "Teacher, is this the strength of General Svein, whom you have been an opponent all your life?" ”

"It's disrespectful to the Laurent family to hide their strength in front of the future head of the Laurent family, come on, Fiona. Prove to you Laurent family that you are the greatest dueling family in Valoran! "Unlike his usual humility and peace, Svein's body at this moment is full of rage and death aura, and anyone can feel a strong coercion from him.

Some of the young nobles who were accustomed to Svein's breezy but esoteric and wise way of speaking were shocked and a little unaccustomed to looking at the man in front of them who was high-spirited and existed like a demon god. They may have forgotten that before Svein entered the imperial arena, this man on crutches was comparable to the current Imperial Spirit, General Du Kekao. Otherwise, how could he be revered by the fierce, arrogant, and conceited Fourth Knight of the Empire, Darius?

An elegant aristocrat who lingers at aristocratic banquets and round tables must never utter such a calm but domineering remark as Svein: the Imperial Army will never allow the shadow of politicians, and the military is insulated from politics!

At this time. Many people seem to remember that this elegant and noble core figure of imperial power was an iron-blooded general who had slaughtered the lives of nearly 200,000 soldiers in the empire such as Demacia and Ionia more than ten years ago.

Fiona was as calm as a cheetah waiting for an opportunity to move, staring at the most honorable old man in the hall in front of her, who looked weaker in Fiona's eyes than any opponent he had ever faced before.

"Toughness doesn't show the surface. They will only show a domineering side leak at a critical moment, and turn a blind eye to everything's terrible arrogance. This is what Fiona's father, the former head of the Laurent family, has repeatedly repeated to her, and although the myth of her father Brand has been completely destroyed with the poisoning incident that caused Laurent's greatest disaster in a thousand years, Fiona's words are firmly remembered.

"Father, is this what you call a force that is strong enough to ignore everything? You really didn't cheat this time! Fiona calmly looked at Svein, who showed all her momentum without any reservations, and she knew that she had chosen the wrong opponent. Even if the old man on crutches didn't have a swarm of weak creatures like ants around him, Svein alone would have had no chance of having his head removed.

Death? When I walked into the banquet hall of the Constantine family, was it possible for me to go out? The corners of Fiona's mouth hooked up a cold smile, and a pair of originally cold and cool eyes were even more resolute and indifferent at this moment, according to the custom of the Laurent family's duels. Fiona made a duelist's etiquette to the strong man in front of her, who was like a giant and could only look up to him.

Then he pulled out the Western sword at his waist.

Pull out, point at Svein, charge!

Fiona did all this very calmly, there was no sound in the hall, and everyone standing in the banquet hall at this moment felt a solemn and even sacred aura permeating every corner of the hall.

Everyone looked at the duelist of the enemy country, and there was no contempt or contempt in their eyes, only respect. It doesn't just take courage to challenge an opponent who is tougher than you.

"The fate of death has been decided, and I cannot change it! But I can choose the power of the way my life passes, whether I leave in humiliation like dust or as majestic as a flame, how can the people of the Laurent family choose the former? ”

Looking at the resolute woman in front of him, Svein couldn't help but think of General Burnham's wife, Irett, when she faced the coercion and coercion of the Darkwell family, why wasn't she so resolute?

Svein sighed softly, Svein, who had already passed the age of emotion, naturally couldn't let go of this woman who was a potential threat to the empire, took a deep breath, and a slightly helpless voice sounded in the hall: "Dear heir of the Laurent family, let me send you the last layer!" “

As soon as the voice fell, an obscure aura immediately permeated the hall.

At this time, almost everyone looked at Svein with wide eyes, and it was naturally impossible for them not to know that this was the prelude to the chant of magic. Oh my God, this leader of the Empire is not only a knight of noble status, but also a magician of great strength!

An obscure incantation sounded in the hall, and immediately a blazing flame appeared all over Svein's body out of thin air, and soon turned into a fireball with a radius of nearly one meter, and the scorching temperature of the huge fireball made people who were even five or six meters away from Svein feel a burning heat like touching the sun.

From chanting spells to fireball formation, Ben didn't take long!

Based on this time, many people deduced that this knight's unfathomable strength Lord Svein at least had the strength of a great magician!

Knight and magic are two completely different professions in themselves, and no magician can waste his time exploring the knight's path while practicing magic, and no knight can make time-consuming and laborious research on the path of magic while struggling to make progress on the knight's path.

There has always been a definite theory on the mainland: "Anyone who spends his life's talent and time exploring one of the two powers, magic and fighting spirit, often never reaches the end!" At the same time, the person who cultivates the power of the company is either a madman or an idiot! “

Is Svein an idiot? Apparently not!

"It's a pity that this woman is as beautiful and noble as Miss Caterina, maybe she didn't meet Lord Svein, she would have become a great woman who was worshiped by the mainland!"

Fireball, the basic magic that a mage must master. Any fire-based magic is the basic magic of the fireball technique, which seems simple, but in fact it is all the advanced magic and even the forbidden spell along with the fire-based magic. This is just like a mage who cultivates wind magic must be proficient in the basic wind magic of the wind blade.

There is even such a strange statement in the Magic Guild, but in the eyes of many magic sages, it is very reasonable: the most basic magic may be able to crack the obscure world of magic!

No fool would have wasted such a spirit to create such a huge fireball, and such a spirit and the natural weight of a mage would have been able to summon such a strange and terrifying magical creature as the flame giant Willik.

Death? Looking at the huge fireball that was rushing towards her, Fiona already felt the scorching and destructive aura on the huge fireball, and she didn't want to destroy it, and Fiona swung her last sword hard, wanting to smash the huge magic ball in front of her.

The most basic but also the most practical way for a knight to deal with magic is to upset the balance of magic with a fighting spirit or a blade, and only then will the mysterious magical substance disappear.

However, the more powerful the mage, the more difficult it is to break the balance of the magic created. Just like Svein in front of her, Fiona could not disrupt the balance of the huge fireball in front of her, even if she tried her best.

Everyone present was in silent mourning for this woman who was fighting even at the last second before her death! It is conceivable that when the fireball crashes into this beautiful woman, this beautiful woman will become a burned body!

A white sword sliced through the void like lightning, slicing the huge fireball in half with unparalleled force!

"Svein, please give her to me!"

With this impudent and arrogant voice, a young man with a giant sword appeared in front of the broken door, and walked calmly thinking about Svein walking down the hall. (To be continued.) )