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Seeing such an enemy in front of him, even Barrett became a little uneasy: "There are actually black knights?" ”

Although Barrett's previous record included a goblin black warrior. But he never imagined that he would encounter a second similar class in a short period of time - after all, this class called the negative face of the Paladin is so rare.

Most of them were fallen former paladins, and only a few had been trained from a very young age, grinding themselves through pain and trauma to bring themselves closer to the miserable ones who were the embodiment of evil.

Perhaps it is the source of evil and chaos in the multiverse that favors those who betray good and order. Perhaps it is what the evil ones say, only by understanding the darkness that even the light cannot reach, can we find that power impartially. So those who do it deliberately don't have a high chance of success.

The vast majority of paladins often choose to spend months or even years regaining their honor after losing their qualifications, and will never be lost in the irretrievable evil path for too long.

So it's rare for a paladin to turn his back on the light and instead pursue contact with the powers of darkness - there is often an element of temptation or intrigue, but once the deal is made, the "paladin" will find himself on the path of a curse.

It is precisely because of this that holy knights are scarce, and black knights are even rarer. The average adventurer never gets to see it once in his life. And Barrett and his party actually met two in a short period of time, and I really don't know whether to say luck or bad luck.

"Black Samurai!" Clematis in the rear. When Bott heard this, the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly. At the same time, I subconsciously pushed two steps back—during that time of church training. The priests who taught her about the Black Warrior are still fresh in their minds.

Brutal and ignorant of mercy and loyalty, they make a pact with the will of evil, take the lives of innocents, and take personal rights and wealth above all else—as the embodiment of evil, they often lead armies of evil creatures and join forces with other evildoers to destroy sacred sites and abuse the weak.

In that hypnotic teaching. For Clematis. Bot said that the Black Samurai seemed a bit like a monster that parents used to scare their children. In that shadow, the act of running away was almost the pastor's first reaction.

On the contrary, it was Waynes, who was directly slashed by the other party and seriously injured. Kent, after a brief period of self-treatment, had a corona-like glow in his pupils. At the same time, a stream of light flashed above his weapon, and the silver-white celestial light was abundant above.

Faced with this extremely vicious enemy in front of him, Waynes. Kent didn't flinch in the slightest. I don't know if it's an illusion, Barrett even saw from the other party's face the brilliance of a martyr who put life and death on the line.

As a paladin, it is their proud mission to put an end to such a vicious anti-hero at any cost. And the holy warrior who is the god of the sun. Therefore, dying in battle is their supreme glory.

In fact, not only the Holy Warriors, but also the pastors of many churches choose to die when facing the Black Knights. Rather, it's Clematis. Bote's table xiàn. It is an absolute outlier in the openly proselytizing church. It is not for nothing that the goddess of wealth and business and her followers are often despised.

But at this time retreated to Waynes. Barrett, who was beside Kent, stopped the other party who was about to charge: "Leave this guy to me to deal with!" I'm not in the good camp, and that guy's abilities will be greatly diminished on me. ”

"But there is no ability to target. Mr. Boram, what do you say to that guy! "Waynes. Kent was a little hesitant.

Just as the abilities of the Paladins are directed against the forces of evil, the abilities of the Black Warriors are also directed against the good faction. The two fought like a thin-skinned self-propelled gun in close proximity, and often whoever took a fancy to the first knife could decide life and death.

"It's not that you have the ability to deal with the Black Warriors only because of you holy warriors. And I'm in charge of the front, don't forget to give him a hard shot if you have the chance. After saying this, Barrett rushed towards the black warrior in front of him, who pretended to be cold.

'It's unlikely that there will be a paladin among the Sawa Fishmen, which means that this guy in front of him should be a defective product that has been cultivated since childhood. And from just to the Waynes. Judging from the damage caused by Kent, the other party's level is only slightly higher than mine. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with him. As he approached the Black Samurai in front of him, Barrett had already made an assessment of the enemy in his own mind.

Although the covered helmet covers the other party's face, judging from the style of the helmet and the fishy smell of the other party's body. Barrett could already basically tell the race of that guy.

Otherwise, how could Barrett, who is a "coward" in the eyes of some people, change his style of not fighting uncertain battles at that level. Take the initiative to deal with the dangerous enemy in front of you - unless there is something in front of him that makes him move, it will not arouse anyone's adventurous spirit at all.

At the same time in the slashing of Waynes. After Kent, the black warrior in front of him had no intention of taking advantage of the victory to pursue. Instead, he raised his butcher's knife to the side of several sailors.

Broken limbs fluttered above deck. The trampled internal organs were mixed with plasma, like a thick fungus blanket covering the deck. It's right in Barrett and Waynes. Kent said a few words. The guy in black armor in front of him has already completed three kills.

The Fish-Man Black Warrior, who has not experienced the true baptism, has not been able to fully grasp the power of chaos and evil, and he himself is only a slave to power. Under the influence of this power, he is very good at thinking about what battle tactics.

But after paying such a big price, the fish-man black warrior in front of him gained a surprising fighting instinct. Barrett had carefully chosen his route, even using the sailor who was struggling with the Black Katana as visual cover.

But the fish-man black samurai who instinctively felt that something was wrong. But he drew his own machete very decisively. After tossing the sailor man who was already on the verge of death, he met Barrett's attack.

"Sonorous! Sonorous! "The weapons of both sides rubbed together in the darkness of the night, and the fire was dazzling. The sharp wind swept through Barrett's hair. Then a trace of jet-black hair disappeared with the wind.

In the first round of meetings, Barrett didn't just take advantage. Instead, he suffered a small loss: 'Damn it! Because you know that it is a defective product, you completely give up your spell-casting ability and devote all your energy to martial arts training? Looks like the fish-people don't all have stones in their heads! ’

After taking half a step back, Barrett stopped as if he were standing on the ground. Then his heart beat sharply after a spit, and he rose up with divine power, waving the blade in his hand like a rice.

I just felt the power rise from my heels. The elastic muscles and bones of Tong Guò accumulate and strengthen through the legs, waist and shoulders without hindrance. When he makes a move, it's like a reservoir that is about to fill up. The astonishing force poured out.

"Bang!" The fish-man black warrior's broadsword was immediately pressed back under Barrett's earth-shattering blow. In a tooth-sore sound like a nail scraping gangster, the back of the opponent's knife and his own avoidance burst into a dazzling spark.

'Damn it, it still doesn't work!' Gasping for breath, Barrett thought to himself. Originally, after level 5, Barrett thought that he had been able to control the influence of the stone dragon flow. As long as your legs don't leave the support, you can use it freely.

And the appearance when he broke the fishman's net just now seemed to confirm his thoughts, and Barrett was shocked. But he didn't wait for Barrett to be happy for a few minutes, in the battle with the fish-man black warrior in front of him, the giant mountain break, whose power had been greatly reduced, was telling Sù Barrett that it was still a little early for him to fully master the martial arts of this genre.

After ascending the lookout, Mr. Ococken missed his first attack, but it did not affect his determination. Condescendingly, he fired his bow again, and with a "whoosh" of an arrow shot at the fish-man on the deck.

'It must be set up!' Mr. Ococken prayed as the bow and arrow were fired. Unfortunately, although the arrow hit the monster's body, it was bounced off by the opponent's hard armor. And the monster, knowing that it could not threaten Mr. Ococken, scratched a few more people.

"Damn! I'm still fit to be a poet. "Mr. Ococken who said this. Unload your own lute from your back. Then he lost his throat:

"How many ups and downs and setbacks have been experienced,

How many times have you encountered wind, frost, snow and rain......

Do not regret the fall that you had,

But I can't forget the tears of pain......

In suffering. Don't let the flowers of hope wither

Even winter is giving birth to that new hope......"

There are many types of hymns, but they all have the same effect. As Mr. Ococken chanted, the sailors on deck immediately felt their bodies lighter, their limbs stronger, and even their reaction speed became much happier.

This ability to perform is called a "world masterpiece", and it can improve the different abilities of all the allies present according to the type of song. Not all bards are able to master this powerful buff playing, though. It must be obtained at a high price.

Inspired by this song. The crew on deck continued to fight. Under their doping-like onslaught. The fish people in front of them were stumbling for a while, and they were hit several times in a row.

Razor-sharp scimitars and axes don't just break through the armor worn by the fishmen. even chiseled through the other party's hard scales. All of a sudden, blue blood flew around in the sailors' array of swords and axes.

"Crack!" A crossbow arrow pierced through the tough cowhide, piercing the smooth scales and stabbing into the fishman's shoulder. But if you look at it from the opposite direction, you will find that the arrow actually penetrated the shoulder blade of the fish-man and pierced through the other end.

Under such a huge blow, the fish-man was no longer able to wave his arms. Even the rusty knife that had already been cut out became soft and flimpy, and was easily blocked by the sailor on the side, and then lost his life with a backhand.

After wielding a mace to hold the fishman's fork, he slapped the shield in his hand into the opponent's face. Finally, Claudia had a gap. Auditore couldn't help but complain: "Damn! That guy's singing actually overlapped with my 'chivalry' spirit. In the midst of this chaotic environment. The rest isn't very useful! ”

"I've long asked you to learn the words and spirits of the direct injury class!" While speaking, Clematis. Bot slammed his hammer into the stomach of the fishman in front of him.

To Clematis. Claudia posted next to Bot. Auditore gasped: "You think I don't want to!" But at my current level, I can't learn any decent direct words. It would be nice if Rieli could reach level 5 and clear the field with a fireball when the time comes. ”

"I think the violent. Even if you learn the three rings, I'm afraid you won't remember to throw a fireball. "While speaking, Clematis. Bot turned his gaze to Rielly, who was fighting for her life on the right side of the deck.

The current mage has long since lost any of the characteristics of a woman. On the long tail of the whip, a shiny barb whirls along with the dance of the tail. Under the action of inertia and centrifugal force, Rielly's tail hook is like a high-speed spinning meteor hammer, and no one will feel good if they hit it.

It can be said that Rieli, who has incarnated as a raven, officially relies on this skill. One man held a large deck. At the same time, her unusually sharp claws glowed with cold light in the night, and each shot was aimed at the vital parts of the fish-men exposed.

You know, because of the reason for living in the water. The armor of these fish-men is not easy to come by. In addition to the very scarce aquatic armor on their bodies, there are more land armor that I don't know where to get it.

That's because the armor wasn't originally designed for fishmen. So after wearing it, you can feel a very obvious feeling of being out of place. Naturally, there are also many blind spots in the defense.

Sharp claws, with the force of the stone-like muscles, scraped a sharp net beside Rielly's side. The claws from the five-colored dragon queen creation tore the scales of those fishmen lightly. Cut off the fascia under the skin of the other party.

Although each attack is difficult to inflict any lethal damage on those caught fishmen. But as long as Rielly waved her arms, the fish people around her would naturally subconsciously disperse towards the surroundings. It's as if she's trying to dodge Rielly's attack out of fear.

As the other half of the mage, the cat-man warrior monk in the team is now under the dragon wing of Rielly. The division of labor between the two sides has quietly changed after the mage has embarked on the transformed continent.

Now that Rielly has become a big hedgehog on the deck, anyone who wants to solve her must be prepared to be stabbed with a stab. And the nimble cat-man warrior monk, at this time, is using the crow demon incarnated by Rielly as a pillar point, constantly looking for opportunities.

As soon as he caught the gap, the cat would immediately leap away from Rieli's shelter. Jumping out of the mage's defense circle, he only needs a flying kick to accelerate. Add a string of combo punches down, and you can take away the life of the fish man all the time - it's as easy as an old cat catching a fish. Consider Lalu's character ethnicity, and the enemies he's facing. This kind of evaluation seems to be unexpectedly in tune!

And when the fishmen come around, Lalu retreats into Rielly's protective circle. With the tacit understanding of living together for many years, the cooperation between the two can be called seamless - although Rieli's attack is ferocious, the opening and closing movements are extremely flawed. However, the nimble Lalu is like a firefighter, but he quickly makes up for these fatal flaws.

The claws of madness may hide the heavy fists of the catboy, and the empty space of the tail whip may also encounter the sharp claws of the warrior monk. The composition of these two has been the result of one plus one greater than two. It's a pity to complete the coordination between the two. Rielly had to give up the Raven's all-important ability to fly.

But for Rielly, who doesn't know how to dive and attack. In this situation, she chose to take to the skies to fight, I'm afraid it was a stupid decision! Even if you are splashing spells in the sky, facing this kind of battle situation. I'm afraid that just looking for a target will entangle you to death - who made the vast majority of range spells a type of friend and foe!

"Bang dang!" With a bang, the fish-man black warrior's broadsword slashed at Barrett's breastplate. The armor made of pure gold was astonishingly mechanical at this moment. Let that spark fly. There was not the slightest trace left on it.

However, Barrett, who was wrapped in armor, felt like he had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer. At the same time, the breathing became a little unsmooth: 'Damn! This guy is even more difficult to deal with than you think. ’

From the two sides to the present in just a few minutes. Barrett had already fought back and forth with the guy in front of him a few times. The previous contest between the two sides can be said to have won and lost each other, and if you don't look carefully, it's not clear who has the upper hand.

Although under the onslaught of Barrett before him, the Fish-Man Black Knight's deputy drooped as if unconscious. But Barrett himself had a deep wound on his left leg.

'Luckily, I was determined to choose the neutral camp in the first place!' Otherwise, under the other party's ability to break the good or sanction the good, he would have not known where he would have died. Thinking of this, Barrett endured the pain in his left leg, and with a single blow of his right leg, he attacked the stump of the fish-man black knight.

"Drop! Drip! After a sound, several blue or green lines appeared out of thin air on the dark body of the fish-man black warrior. Look at these marks in front of you, which represent the weak link in the armor and even *. Barrett knew that as long as he hit the target, he could easily break through the opponent's defenses.

However, it was obvious that the fish-man in front of him could not let Barrett attack him at will, and he waved his main hand that could still be used. Turning into a sword light, it shrouded Barrett, who was close to him.

"Poof! Burst! Blood spurted out from the wound on his left leg. Barrett didn't care about the worsening wound. A deft delfinch dodged the fish-man Black Warrior's attack. Then, to be on the safe side, Barrett abandoned the thin purple line between the neck guard and the armor, and turned his target to a green line on the lobster armor on the opponent's abdomen.

Then Barrett's blade drilled between armor with a "hiss-" sound of breaking through the air. Under the pull of extraordinary power, the leather in it was torn apart in an instant. Then the armor resembles a lobster handled by a skilled chef. It was easily pulled away—and with the withdrawal of the weapon, a wrist-thick column of blood erupted from its abdomen.

And Barrett's hand quickly retreated, because his intuition told him that this guy's life force was so complete, and it didn't seem like he would die so easily. But at that moment, a golden light passed by Barrett's left side.

Waynes. With an indomitable momentum, Kent's whole person turned into a flaming golden flame and pounced on the fish-man black warrior.

"Is this guy stealing heads?" With such doubts, Barrett only saw that the fish-man was killed by Waynes. The golden flames on Kent's weapons burned from the inside out.

However, the Black Knight's temporary counterattack was not pleasant. 'Ahh There was a violent collision in Kent's chest. The collision of the blade and the armor made the difference between victory and defeat in the blink of an eye. The Paladin, who had been knocked to the ground, had the Black Knight's broadsword stuck in his body. The Black Knight, on the other hand, spat out golden flames from his eyes—which soon turned into green smoke.

Gradually, fewer and fewer monsters climbed onto the ship. Then you can feel the monsters dying one by one. In the end, only a few were left in the stern. It's a pity that many of the crew members stayed here completely.

See the troubadour who has already achieved victory and climb down the watchtower. On deck, there were people who began to take care of the wounded, someone checked the damaged ship, and someone investigated the monster corpse.

The crew fainted on deck, despite the simple treatment of their wounds by the medical staff. But if they are to wake up, it seems that they can only look forward to God's providence.

Unfortunately, Barrett can't use God's power to heal others like a pastor, and it doesn't seem to be of much help here. So he could only turn his gaze to Clematis. Bot.

The pastor, who had managed to catch his breath, immediately got busy. She selectively singled out the most critically wounded. Press your hand against the other person's wound. Bursts of warm golden energy poured into his body.

Soon, the other party's bleeding stopped, and the painful expression on his face gradually faded. Pour in Clematis. Bot in his arms. That shallow smile. Breathing evenly like a child, I fell asleep. (To be continued)