Chapter 684: Ink Afterglow IV (Page 1/1)

Terrible enemy!

The adjutant struggled not to tremble, and in fact his heart was already on the verge of collapse.

If everything he guessed in his heart was true, then Long Huiling, that guy named Xiu Neumann was really terrifying!

"My lord, please leave quickly!"

The adjutant shouted almost hoarsely, but Martial couldn't hear it, his spear pointing straight ahead.

"Forward, warriors of the Empire, forward!"

It wasn't until the guards around Martial fell one by one, and finally when he saw the figure of the adjutant who had been by his side for nearly ten years, helping him to take care of military affairs for nearly ten years, slowly crawling on the ground, Martial finally stopped dancing his spear.

The glow gradually faded, and the battlefield seemed to be quiet, except for the constant wails from the mouths of the wounded soldiers and the neighing of the horses, Martial could no longer hear the sound of the battle formation marching in unison, nor could he hear the shouts and roars of the guards.

He looked around to the left and right, or rather, there was no left or right......

The corpses of men and horses were strewn everywhere, and behind Martial stood the warriors of the Dragon Radiance Leader.

Anthony glanced at the warrior behind him, his eyes flushed.

"What's your name?"

The voice no longer has a strong momentum, but it makes Chris feel oppressive that he has to answer.

"Captain of the Long Hui Clan, Chris. ”

It was brief, but it made Anthony nod and then shake his head as he turned his head.

"Among the barbarians, there are warriors like you......"

"But you haven't improved the Starlight Empire, barbarians are barbarians, and they don't know what glory is at all......"

As Martial groaned, his gaze slowly fell on the man in front of him.

It's a teenager.

There is red hair, but there is also a lot of gray hair in between.

Only one eye shimmered with a formidable glint of wisdom.

Anthony Martial was defeated, at the hands of this young man.

"My family will be ridiculed by future generations for a thousand years!"

The dignified Imperial Paladin was defeated at the hands of a southern barbarian lord, which was the biggest joke made by the goddess of wisdom, and it was actually in the hinterland of the empire.

Anthony gripped the spear tightly in his hand, and if he could, he really wanted to crush the weapon made of cold iron from the northern arctic ice fields.

It was anger at the boy in front of him.

"Sein Neumann, even if you defeat me, it is impossible to take the imperial capital, hundreds of thousands of people, you are here, just waiting to perish, Rubic the Great, will also break all you southern barbarians into pieces!"

"And you-"

Anthony Martial's spear was pointed at Xiuin, his eyes were already red and swollen, and the glow of his body that had been dim suddenly lit up again.

It's hatred, it's for glory.

Anthony Martial's spear was never defeated, from the knights' schools of the Empire, from the barracks of the soldiers of the Empire, from the jousting of the Rubik the Great.

The yellow glow was like a burning flame, but the light of the flame was too dazzling.

"Verdict...... Guns!"

The paladin's soul energy all poured into the spear, and the paladin's realm control of elemental power was already equivalent to the level of a magister, and a large number of rock attribute elements converged on the spear, and the strength of the spear was infinitely enhanced at this moment.

Anthony Martial, as his nickname suggests, is the steel tooth of ink.

Even a spear made of cold iron seemed to be about to melt at this moment.

In Xiuin's eyes, it was an incomparably standard spear-throwing motion.

Anthony hurled the iron spear in his hand at Xiuin like a yellow bolt of lightning.

Hans, who was closest to Xiuin, even if he discovered Martial's attempt, but the next moment when the shadow of the gun flashed, before the sound of breaking the sky came, the tip of the spear was only a few steps away from Xiuin!

"Collar ......"

Hans didn't have time to react, and even if he did, his words weren't as fast as the light and shadow of the spear.

Sou!

The sound of breaking through the air didn't erupt until the spear was only a few steps away from Xiuin.

"Whew, whew—"

Anthony Martial's sweat kept dripping on the ground, and a few mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he couldn't support his body anymore after exhausting his strength, and his knees knelt directly on the dirt.

However, the next moment, all the bruises on Martial's face burst out, and he wanted to scream angrily, but he no longer had enough strength.

He wanted to scream, but his mouth was full of blood oozing from his gums.

"No, no, no......"

Blood flowed from his mouth as he murmured, and finally, he exploded.

"No !!"

The cold iron spear that flashed with a glow had clearly pierced Neumann's body.

But, with the strength of the Martial Paladin, he saw that what he pierced was nothing more than an afterimage.

Why is it an afterimage?

Anthony Martial saw it clearly, too.

When the tip of the spear was about to completely penetrate Xiuyin, Xiuyin moved, or rather, the gun was slow for a moment, and at this moment, Xiuyin's upper body dodged to the side.

The spear of judgment, Martial's blow with all his might, was dodged like this.

Despite this, Xiuin was carried backwards by the powerful power contained in the spear.

Rumble!

The spear pierced into the ground not far behind Xiuin, and two-thirds of the spear sank into the dirt.

"Lord!"

Hans hurriedly hugged Xiuin.

"Ahem!"

Xiu Yin stood up with Hans's support, if it weren't for the ring on his hand that affected the time and space not far from Xiu Yin's body, Martial's hand really made Xiu Yin unexpected, but fortunately, there was a timely reminder from Alice.

Seeing that the leather armor on the shoulder had cracked, and the arm facing the spear still had a dull pain, he knew how strong this blow was.

"Marquis Martial, give up. ”

Xiuin looked at Anthony who was already alone and out of strength, and there was still some pity for him.

Anthony struggled to shake his body a few times, but was unable to get back to his feet.

"Xiu Yin, huh...... Xiuyin, whew... Repair ......"

Anthony felt his vision begin to blur, but he could see his spear.

"Empire, the ...... of Empire"

Anthony scrambled forward, but his movements grew slower and slower, as if he was forever out of reach of the spear.

Xiu Yin nodded to Irvin beside him.

Irwin turned and drew the spear that had been plunged deep into the ground, only to pull it out when his soul flashed with all his might.

With a bang, Irwin threw his spear in front of Martial.

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