"It's not good, look at this posture, Her Royal Highness Clara has already begun to guide Li Ling's awakening!" Aemon shouted.

"Aemon, just like you did just now, use your soul power to keep these guys under control!" Bren drew his sword as he ran.

"I'll try, but after this time, I'm afraid my strength will be exhausted!" Emmonn said, and when he was still more than ten feet away from the black-armored knight, he stopped early. He didn't need to get close to the menacing knights to be able to control them.

The men in black under Emonon overcame Emon's figure and rushed first, meeting the black-armored knights who rushed up. The men in black are all soldiers with soul power, and in addition to a small number of elites brought by Clara, most of the black-armored knights here are ordinary warriors who have not been guided by Clara or other knights.

Therefore, although the black-clothed Rao were few in number, they firmly formed a line of defense, protecting their master Aemon behind the line. Once someone broke through this line of defense, several invisible forces immediately imprisoned their hands and feet. And the end of being unable to move is to be pierced by the sword of the enemy next to you, or to be cut in half by a broadsword.

Emon was ready to protect Li Ling from Clara's contamination, even if he sacrificed himself and all the men in black. Ever since he was guided by Queen Mia, it seems that it has become the meaning of his existence to do Mia's will.

He urged his remaining strength to envelop each of the knights who rushed forward. Just like the other Highnesses, Aemon possessed more power than these black-armored knights, as his awakening was done under the guidance of Queen Mia.

"Come out, soul lurking within me, lend me your power." Aemon raised his palm and muttered silently. His mantras did not come from Mia, nor from some kind of legend or mystical revelation, but only from his own unintentional words. Later, this phrase became Emmon's mantra for urging his soul power. Of course, he didn't think that this was some martial arts secret that he had created, but simply regarded it as a psychological suggestion.

But the effect, as always, was beyond Aammon's expectations. As before, all the black-armored knights who rushed to Eamon's vicinity slowed down, and everyone struggled as if they were stuck in a quagmire, but to no avail.

The man in black hesitated slightly. Brun had already rushed to the front, killing one of the black-armored knights with his sword, and then pointed ahead and shouted, "Hurry up, your master Aemon won't last long!" ”

The men in black did not hesitate any longer, raised their swords and killed the knights beside them, and continued to rush forward with Brun.

The knights by the pool were still in a large group, and once again they had divided into a similar number of knights and rushed towards Brun.

When Bren looked back, he saw that Aemon had returned to his usual appearance, staggering forward with the help of the two men in black, looking exhausted. Especially the old and unbearable face, like a piece of decayed dead wood.

"Don't be distracted, Bren! Now is the time for us to show our real strength. Aemon shouted a reminder when he saw Bren looking at him, and raised his cane to block a sword that suddenly stabbed him in the cheek. The man in black on his right immediately stepped forward and stabbed the attacking enemy with the spear in his hand.

Seeing that Aemon had his subordinates to protect him, Bren relaxed a little and stretched his swordsmanship to his heart's content. Gradually, Brun's face and body were splattered with blood, and it slipped down her cheeks and neck, sticky and disgusting.

But Bren didn't care anymore, anyway, her body was already infected with this filthy blood, so she simply reveled in the blood completely. This gave Buren an inexplicable pleasure, as if her killing was redemption for these Rao.

"What a daughter of Maine! Killing people is also merciless! Emmon looked at the delicate figure that was nimble in the crowd, and couldn't help but sigh, and said to the black-clothed man guarding beside him: "Quick, don't protect me, go over and protect His Highness Bren." ”

The man in black took the order, dodging the constant attacks as he leaned towards Bren's side.

Bren's swordsmanship became more and more powerful, and her body became more and more forward, and gradually, she had rushed into the black-armored knight's encirclement of Zheng alone

By the time she came to her senses, the retreat behind her had been cut off.

"His Highness Bren! If you take another half step, I'll have to kill you by order!" A gruff voice rang out behind Bren.

When Bren turned around, he saw a warrior dressed as a knight chief standing behind him, staring at her viciously.

"On orders? Looks like Clara already knows I'm coming. Is there something she is doing in front of her? Why are you so afraid of me approaching you? ”

"I can't say that outright. Now there are only two ways to go, first, put down the weapon in your hand and turn away. Second, die! The knight finished and took two steps towards Brun.

Brun looked at the tall figure in front of him, and his heart was slightly panicked. But then, a warm current rose from her heart, making her mind strong and calm again.

Brun calmly wiped the uncoagulated blood from the longsword and sneered, "You think I'm going to be afraid of you guys? I am the heir of Queen Mia, the princess of the royal city, and the same person as your master, Her Highness Clara. ”

"No matter who you are, even Queen Mia, you won't let me disobey Her Highness Clara, now, make a choice, otherwise I will think that you have given up your right to choose, let me decide your life and death!" The knight gave a long sigh and took two steps forward.

"Then come on!" Without fear, Bren raised his sword and stabbed at the knight.

A sneer tugged at the corner of the black-armored knight's mouth, and he jerked out and grabbed Bren's sword clutch here

Brun was taken aback, and drew it several times, but the sword remained as if it had been stuck in a stone.

"Kill!" The knight's eyes were cold, and he gave an order to the people around him.

The knights around Bren received the order and agreed. But they didn't rush forward with their swords like the young knights before them. Instead, they frowned and held out a palm towards Bren, as if trying to subdue her out of thin air.

Brun felt a cool breath pass through his body, like a cold wind blowing through a burning candle, and wanted to extinguish himself in this cold breath, but then, more warm breath rose from her chest, from her heart.