The golden dragon spear accompanied by a plain riding shadow, still charging unhurriedly. Until he came to the one-armed man, the shadow only stabbed straight at the point without any tricks, and it was still unremarkable. If it weren't for the fact that the golden dragon lance was too strange and outstanding, I am afraid that most of the people watching the battle would have thought that it was a trainee knight who was making a move.

However, in the face of such a bland stabbing blow, the one-armed man became more solemn than ever.

In an instant, the aura of flame under the one-armed man's feet boiled violently as if it had been injected with a strong catalyst. The overwhelming heat wave swept across in a blink of an eye, and even Moriati and the others, who were standing dozens of meters away, immediately felt a wave of heat hit their faces, making people breathless for a while. At the same time, a ray of red-golden light swirled rapidly on the black long sword. In the blink of an eye, the originally blazing Zhang Xu Red Flame on the sword actually trembled and shrank inward, condensing, and turned into a red-gold sword-shaped blade of light that seemed to be nothing.

"Kill!"

The one-armed man who had already burst out with all his combat power roared and brandished the red golden light blade and slashed at the golden dragon spear!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, two rays of light, golden and crimson, dazzled at the same time, illuminating the entire village of Beni as if it were day.

"The Knights of the Round Table live up to their reputation! That man, it's a pity. Just as Moriarty was blinded by the blinding light, Hamilton's low sigh of admiration rang out from the side.

"Yes, that man is indeed very good, he can actually condense a pseudo-lightsaber, it is really a half-step high-level. It's just that I'm facing the Knights of the Round Table..."At this time, Viscount Salk on the other side also said quietly.

After a few moments, the light faded and the village of Beni returned to night. Moriarty looked intently, only to see the one-armed man half-kneeling in front of the riding figure, covered in blood, holding on to the hilt of his sword with his left hand, refusing to fall. It's just that the red flame on the black long sword has dissipated without a trace, and it will no longer be the mighty appearance of Fang Fang. And the golden dragon spear in the hand of the riding shadow was dotted in the heart of the one-armed man. With just one send, you can immediately stab the other party in the heart.

"Centurion!"

Suddenly, a shout rang out from the village behind him, and a figure sprung up from a rooftop, and a halo like the wings of a falcon lit up at the figure's feet.

"Wow!"

At the sound of the bowstring, a cone-shaped crossbow arrow burst out of the air with a dignified murderous aura. In less than a second, the arrow blade had already come to the front of the shadow, and the fierce determination was aimed directly at the shadow of the shadow's eyes.

In the face of such an arrow attack, the riding shadow was still unfazed. With a slight flick of his wrist, the tip of the golden dragon lance hit the cone of the incoming arrow with incredible precision.

"Smack."

A crisp popping sound sounded, and the conical crossbow arrow shattered into powder and dust directly in midair.

"There's even a mid-rank divine crossbowman?" Viscount Salk looked at White in the distance, who was surrounded by noble soldiers in an instant because of his whereabouts, and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that it is really from the army." ”

On the roof, in the face of a series of stabbing halberds, White kept dodging. At the same time, the crossbow machine in his hand continued to fire, killing the soldiers who were trying to climb up one by one.

And just as this stalemate was at a standoff, a little silver light suddenly flashed from the direction of the village entrance. Before White could react, a brilliant arrow had already shot into his chest. Then, the energy of the magic exploded. White immediately spurted blood from his mouth and fell directly from under the roof, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Magic arrows? Ha! Moriarty, you've surprised us again. Seeing that the crossbowman was instantly knocked down by Moriarty's spell, the old man couldn't help but grin. …,

"It's just a little bit of effort, after all, the Ensberg family hasn't really contributed anything since the attack." Moriarty, who had finished casting the spell, gently lowered his hands, exhaled, and replied.

"Magic, it's a magical thing! It takes a little longer to prepare, but it's very powerful. The Viscount's comment was in one sentence.

Although with the help of the Crystal Spell Book, Moriarty's strength far surpassed that of other mage apprentices of the same generation, mid-to-high-end spell skills such as Silent Hair, Extended Hair, and even Instant Hair were still not something he could master now. Among them, not only the support of mana and spiritual strength is required, but also a deep understanding of magic, and there is no shortcut to this.

"Okay, it looks like the big picture is decided." Viscount Salk looked at the battle in the village, which had already begun to end, and then turned his gaze back to the one-armed man, and said loudly: "Soldier, your rank and name?" ”

The half-kneeling one-armed man raised his head with great difficulty, looking at Viscount Salk with a complicated look in his eyes, but stubbornly pursed his bloody lips and did not answer.

"I am not asking you now as a viscount, but as a retired brigadier general of the Southeast Army of the Kingdom: soldier, your rank and name?" The old man looked at the one-armed man calmly and asked again in a loud voice.

"Kingdom Dawn Fortress, Red Baron Cavalry Wing, Hellfire Squadron, Centurion, Lawrence!" I don't know where the strength came from, hearing the Viscount's words, the one-armed man actually propped up his body, trembled and slowly straightened up, and then faced the old man in a standard military posture, with a resolute and calm expression.

At this time, the golden dragon spear that had always been on his chest was also slowly retracted.

"It's you, the defected Chief Centurion, the 'Hellfire Lawrence' of Fortress of Dawn!?" Hearing the one-armed man report his identity, Viscount Salk couldn't help but be surprised, and his eyes immediately softened, with a certain complication: "I've heard about you. If it weren't for that accident, you would now be the lieutenant of the Red Baron United. ”

"Accidents? It is also an accident to take the lead and kill innocents indiscriminately!? Hearing this, the one-armed man's eyes once again burst into a fierce rage.

"Isn't that the end of the matter? The military judge who had breached the law was executed, and the main culprit was also tried. Why don't you stop? The Viscount said.

"Trial? Your Excellency, do you mean to put yourself home and sleep at the time of judgment? At the same time, can you still get a dry salary? Hmph, that's what the nobility calls fairness!? The one-armed man roared, his expression hideous.

"So you killed him?"

"Yes." The one-armed man calmed down, lowered his head, and his dark and thin face fell into a shadow.

"But then, after all, it was a violation of military law." The viscount sighed softly.

"It is not military law, but only the evil of the aristocracy enslaving the people. Law, why should I obey it? The one-armed man shook his head, his words full of disdain.

"So, what else do you want to say now?"

Speaking from the heart, for the one-armed man in front of him, Viscount Salk was three points of anger and seven points of regret. Having also served in the ranks for many years, the old man hated the moths who broke the kingdom's military discipline no less than Lawrence. It's just that people are in the rivers and lakes, and at some times, even if the viscount is a brigadier general of the legion, he still has to compromise, retreat, and "maintain the overall situation". After all, in addition to being a soldier, he was also a nobleman.

"No, to be able to die at the hands of a knight of the Round Table is already an excellent home." Lawrence looked up at the shadow in front of him, but saw that the other party also nodded slightly to him.

"Yes, you and I get it. You have broken military law, killed your colleagues, joined the thieves, attacked the nobles, these are the most heinous crimes, and there is only one way to put you to death. However, if you can deliver Sir Royanta safely, I can fulfill your last wish. It's my personal compensation for your years of service in Fortress of the Dawn. At this point, Viscount Salk could only hide the feelings in his heart and said coldly. …,

"This..."

Lawrence was not unaware of the kindness and pity that the old man had hidden behind his cold words. Although the other party is also one of the nobles of the kingdom that he hates, he is also an upright soldier, but there is a natural sympathy between the two. Even, Lawrence believed that if he had served under the old man instead of going to Fortress of Dawn, then his military career would have been countless times better than it is now. It's a pity that fate didn't let Lawrence meet a trustworthy Shangguan.

After thinking for a moment, Lawrence slowly knelt down and said to Viscount Salk for the first time as a junior officer: "Your Excellency, the soldiers who died in battle have no right to defend themselves. But, as a centurion, I have to plead with you for my soldier to give him a truly just trial and a chance to live. ”

"The crossbowman?" Viscount Salk looked at Lawrence, who was covered in blood, supported by one arm, and prostrated himself on the ground, sighed heavily, and said lightly: "I, I know." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency." At the last moment of his life, he received the promise of the other party, Lawrence's spirit relaxed, and a gray dead air soon filled the man's face: "As for the nobleman who was arrested, he..."

Just as Lawrence was about to fulfill his obligation and tell the whereabouts of the Tower, suddenly, in a thick shadow less than ten meters away from Moriarty, a blade as blue as a wash and bent like a full moon slashed out, like a mad saloon, roaring through the barrier formed by the swordsmen in an instant, and falling mercilessly towards Moriarty's head and neck

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