As soon as Sinloth walked through the door, Bismalko drew his sword. And with his movements, not only the knights of Desmond, but even the knights of Dublin, who were originally guarding Dublin Castle in the distance, also surrounded him.

Hearing only the sound of metal rubbing, the knights of the two nobles had already merged together, and the knights of Ormond and Connaught, who were already wary of him, naturally drew their weapons accordingly. The situation is unclear now, and it would undoubtedly be unwise to go to war with the Earl of Dublin on Dublin soil.

It was only at this time that some remorse rose in the hearts of the two earls' knights, why did they agree to negotiate with their own earls to dispose of their land. Although Madame Butterfly is a woman, her wrists are definitely not weak, otherwise even the Habsburgs would not be able to protect her in Ireland.

However, Bismal did not rush directly as they imagined, but used the gloves with iron gauntlets to caress the mottled long sword in his hand. The magic sword forged by Ao Jin was so sharp that even the gauntlet made of alloy had a sword mark on the touch, but Bismal didn't seem to feel it, and just continued to do so.

The knights looked at each other a little, not knowing what this knight leader of Desmond had planned. But at this moment, they did not receive orders from the counts, and they did not dare to act rashly, but only under the guidance of their own leaders. A defensive position was formed. Count Connaught was cautious in nature, and brought quite a few people with him this time. And Madame Butterfly because the autumn harvest festival is approaching. But to maintain the place, it is impossible to gather all the manpower. One plus one subtracted. The difference in strength between the two sides is not large. In this way, he retreated, which was not what the knight chief wanted.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, Bismalko's behavior is so bizarre. But only the knights of Desmond knew that the chief knight was actually communicating with the magic sword in his hand. Although in daily sparring, Bismal never let the magic sword out of its sheath. But as robes, they vaguely knew how terrifying this unremarkable magic sword was.

It is worthy of the weapon of the ancient heroes of the Fanzhuo family that has been passed down from generation to generation, but which hero would hold such a terrifying and crazy weapon?

Bismalk's dark eyes stared at the magic sword in his hand, silently communicating with her. In his eyes. This sword is made from the condensation of countless cold, evil, blood, and souls.

In terms of raw materials, the materials used for the magic sword are all strong and easy to depict the magic circle, and there are no too dangerous substances in it. What's really crazy is the circle carved on it by Nanoka.

From the very beginning, the magic array simply and straightforwardly expressed the desire for blood and life, no, not longing. It's a pursuit. Whether it is a god or a mortal, they will look higher, better, and farther away. See more things. Get stronger power, and so on. In this constant pursuit, desires will continue to accumulate. In the end, due to the lack of personal equipment, it was finally tilted and deteriorated. Collapse. The resulting evil and blasphemy are precisely the breath that this sword contains. It is also the foundation of her strength.

It is not so much the sword that is evil, but the person who is killed by this sword. Although this thing has a zero record at the moment.

"Anyway, it's your fault that my record is zero. My goal is to become the world's No. 1 magic sword, so you give me the effort. ”

"Got it, Aruhasato." Bismal took a deep breath. The magic sword had received a portion of his memories from the beginning, and even more so when Sinloth had connected them together in an unknown way. Even in a sense, Aruhasato is his half-body, exactly who he was when he was young.

Bismal gripped the magic sword in both hands, holding him straight to his chest. As many years ago, a vow of victory was made.

"Honor is my life!"

With a bang, the anger of three colors, ice blue, dark green, and bright red, ignited on him one after another. It's summer, and it's the time when the vegetation is in full bloom. It's just that when the ice blue flame ignited on the knight's body, the green grass under his feet seemed to have entered a harsh winter, and it was a little crystalline. Immediately after that, the bright red breath overflowed, and the verdant life suddenly turned yellow again, and when the dark green breath ignited, these originally vigorous little lives directly turned into ashes.

Frost, blood, evil!

Because of the zero record at the moment, the power of the magic sword naturally cannot be compared with the magic sword expected by Nanoka, but such a power has already made the knights tremble. If we talk about the intensity of anger alone, the three types of anger are not strong at the moment. What is powerful is the breath that she naturally exudes, leading all things to eternal sleep. Just as the first dead have returned to the earth, the people of the sun can't help but want to stay away from this source of danger.

Looking at the slight retreat on the faces of the robes, Bismal smiled bitterly in his heart, but this was the path he chose, and he did not regret it. At this moment, a warm current surged from behind and poured into Bismalko's body. The warm current is not powerful, and it is a world of difference compared to the power of the magic sword, but it is this not powerful power that unexpectedly makes people feel at ease. It seems that even if there is a big difficulty in front of us, with the help of this kind of power, it can be overcome smoothly.

"Bismalko, what the hell are you doing? What's going on with this sword, why is it so fierce? I thought you were going to become the kind of demon king in the story who was tempted by the magic sword and fell. Roland reluctantly joked, Bismal was in a terrible state just now. Luckily, though, as weird as it looked, Bismal hadn't lost his mind.

Roland propped himself on Bismarck's back with one hand, though his anger was strangely colorless and difficult to feel. But the Knight Chief knew that it was he who was constantly pouring his anger into him. And that domineering three-color rage. He didn't even reject the injection of Roland's anger.

"Damn, it's cold. It's crazy, it's not good. Hurry up and help. "It's not that the magic sword is actively eroding Roland, but just as the torch will naturally emit heat and light when it burns, the essence of the magic sword is like this. Roland's anger was too special, and when he wanted to use his anger to calm down the knight chief, the power of the magic sword naturally entered Roland's body. And this qiē was originally borne by the knight chief alone.

Seeing this, the knights of Desmond hurriedly rushed forward, put their palms on Roland's body, and let out their anger. Above the grass. I saw a burst of brilliance, and it became extremely beautiful in an instant. The strange situation on Desmond's side was naturally seen by the knights of the other counties, but their current situation was so strange that even the experienced leader could not judge what was going on, and the cautious leader still chose to stand still.

Ormond's chief knight glanced at one of his knights, and motioned for him to go into the hall to take a look. What the hell is going on on the other side, just now it looks like he wants to do it, but now no matter what, Dublin can't continue to stay. Now we must take the Count away.

The sword in the hands of that middle-aged knight was terrifying.

Blood red, dark green, gray, and gold flashed continuously. Under the influence of colorless anger, it was slowly injected into the body of the knight chief. And the indifference that obliterates all things has also entered the consciousness of the knights.

"Hiss"

"Humph!"

"Bismarck. Is that what you want to take on alone? "I don't know why, Arian Hurd seems to be unusually angry." What do you think of us?! ”

"Sorry, Arian Hurd"

I wanted to bear it alone. Now that all the robes have been ripped in, Bismal has mixed feelings in his heart. I am glad that I can still have such excellent comrades-in-arms in this life, but I am worried

"I, a knight, naturally have to share weal and woe, and it's not okay to run away alone."

Mariana's words were the best footnote to the knights, and a smile appeared on Bismal's stern face as he looked at the firm, concerned gazes of the robes. He's already, not alone.

And when the knight chief let go of a certain shackle in his heart, his anger began to change. The original colorful anger, but under some colorless power, began to merge into a cloud of gray color. It's not the weak gray of the Starry Knight, but the chaos that seems to contain endless hope when the heavens and the earth first opened.

"Roland, you're hiding it so deeply." With the active sharing of all the robes, the influence of the magic sword power on the knight chief was greatly reduced, and the knight commander, who was light in his heart, finally showed a heartfelt smile: "It turned out to be an anger linkage, why didn't you use it before?" ”

"Linkage, you know"

Anger is a mixture of everyone's will and energy, and the so-called anger linkage is naturally a mixture of the anger of several knights. Not only can the knights achieve simple heart-to-heart communication, but the anger of several people can be used together, which is powerful enough to make the knights invincible. The power of anger linkage is strong, but let's not talk about how rare anger is that it is inherently affinitive, and can mix all kinds of heterogeneous energy. The influence of the volitional level alone is also quite large.

When anger is mixed, the most significant effect is that the closer the strength, the easier it is to confuse the self. Only when the knights know each other for a certain amount of time, and can always ensure that their hearts are not eroded, can this influence be reduced or even avoided.

Feeling the concern of his comrades in the midst of the combined anger, Bismal just smiled. To get this comrade-in-arms in this life, what does he want.

Thinking of this, Bismal didn't speak, but just took the lead and rushed towards the group of knights who had already lined up. In the gray light, Bismal was so conspicuous. Without words, with Bismal as an arrow, the knights of Desmond followed closely behind the chief knight and lined up in a line of arrows to meet their enemies.

The first time the magic sword drank blood, it had already slashed the knight leader who was burning like water and moonlight.

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