Although Lin Qiu's body was covered with dense wounds, his linen robe had also become fragmented, and every time he swung the long sword in his hand, there was a pervasive pain that followed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But he still gritted his teeth, trying to do even the slightest physical damage to the "Grim Reaper".

He felt that as long as his consciousness remained, his body would involuntarily rush towards the other party.

In fact, he is just a time-traveler, and he has little friendship with King Ryan. Everyone he met thought he had a bright future ahead of him, and he couldn't afford to fight for his life here.

But another voice told him that if he took a step back here, he would never come back.

In addition to the church, knights, seals, and wars, there is also something called faith in this world, which is a symbol of knighthood that has been with the identity of knights since the first knights appeared.

Lin Qiu once scoffed at Grandpa Tyr's words, because before the crossing, he was not a person of faith at all.

At that time, he only believed in things that could be seen and touched, and he felt relieved to see the number in his bank card rising every day.

But now it seems that the young man named Tyre Cyrus has not only left him an inscription, but even the unique qualities of the knight have been left in this body.

Lin Qiu's body froze, and he appeared straight above the "Grim Reaper". Then he came down quickly - it was already difficult for him to adapt to this level of fighting, and he had to keep his head clear at all times.

Because this time he faced an opponent who was beyond his reach in terms of speed and strength.

If he relied on his previous speed and brute strength brought by the engraving, he wouldn't even be able to touch the corners of the opponent's clothes!

In the face of the seemingly powerful blow, the "Grim Reaper" only raised the scythe in his hand lightly.

"Bump—"

There was another crashing sound that resounded through the sky.

And the long sword in Lin Qiu's hand could no longer withstand such an impact, several cracks cracked, and the scythe in the hand of the "Grim Reaper" struck upward, and the blade broke in response.

This time, "Death" finally raised his left hand, which had been idle.

Lin Qiu only felt that everything in his eyes suddenly turned around, and when the sharp pain from his abdomen pulled him back to reality, he was lying on his back in the main hall, the top of the main hall was smashed out of a large hole by his body, and the delicate stone floor was completely dented.

Under the bright moon, the "Grim Reaper" still maintains the movement of punching.

This punch also looked like it was just a casual blow from the opponent.

"Mr. Tyr!"

Leah's exclamation rang in his ear.

In addition to the pain in the wound, he felt as if his internal organs had been twisted together by the other party's punch, and no matter how hard he tried, his right hand spread on the ground could not be lifted again.

He still clutched the broken hilt of his sword in his hand.

Only in his heart, he could still feel a warm current that seemed to go out at any time.

"At a young age, he awakened the Mark, and he has an amazing comprehension of battle...... I didn't expect to meet a jade like you in such a small country. ”

The "Grim Reaper" let go of his fist and stood under the moon, staring at him condescendingly.

There seemed to be a flash of red light in the black hole-like eyes of the skull mask.

"With your qualifications, it is possible that you will become a Templar in time, or even surpass it...... But unfortunately, I can't let your hidden danger continue to grow. ”

As he spoke, the "Grim Reaper" raised the scythe in his hand, and for a while, the unparalleled pressure was overwhelmingly pressed, and the blade of the scythe in his hand was also wrapped in pitch-black light.

The scythe held high obscured the moon, and the faint moonlight was swallowed up by the black light. The picture in Lin Qiu's eyes was like an arbitration from the real "Grim Reaper".

In this situation, Lin Qiu's grandfather's words flashed in his mind.

Grandpa said that as long as the knight's heart beats for a second, the mark will never fade.

Even if he didn't need any strength at the moment, he could still sense the presence of the mark. Lin Qiu desperately urged that force, not caring at all about the possibility of exhaustion. And thanks to his efforts, all the blades scattered in the castle seemed to hear some kind of call, and in an instant they sped away into the sky.

Almost at the same time, the "Grim Reaper" swung his scythe, and the black light slanted down like a flame.

"Boom-"

Under the impact of two completely different forces, the stone pillars of the main hall also let out a mournful roar, and the once splendid palace was completely destroyed, and the falling stones and rising smoke screens shrouded the palace in it. Even the earth shook violently.

This blow exhausted all the power of the engraving in Lin Qiu's body, and he tried his best to stand up, leaning weakly on the stone pillar.

He had run out of oil - both physically and imprinted.

The dust was stained with his broken hair, and after the collision, the shadow of the "Grim Reaper" was no longer in the sky, and the entire castle was filled with the sound of weapons falling to the ground.

Even if he survives this time, I'm afraid no one will be able to reimburse him for expensive medical expenses.

When the mountains and rivers were exhausted, Lin Qiu could only make fun of himself.

Then, the space in front of his eyes seemed to twist together, and in the blink of an eye, the "Grim Reaper" appeared directly in front of him. It was the first time I had looked at each other so closely—the real Grim Reaper suit, and the red glow that seemed to come from the end of hell from the eyes of the Skull Mask.

He never hoped to defeat "Death" with that blow.

"I should add that I also have a lot of experience in engraving development. Boy, what's your name. ”

The flickering red light locked on Lin Qiu.

"Why do you ask?"

Lin Qiu used his last strength to swing the broken sword in his hand and stabbed at the skeleton mask.

However, without the power of the mark, the blow became weak.

The next moment, the scythe swung and the tip nailed Lin Qiu's right hand to the stone pillar. However, he had long been numb to the pain, and he only turned his face slightly and glanced at his right hand, which was splashed with blood.

"People like you deserve to be on my list. ”

"Tsk, I didn't expect you to have this hobby. ”

"It's respect for the dead. ”

The "Grim Reaper" replied with all seriousness—"Now, it's time to tell me your name." ”

"Tyre Cyrius. ”

I'm sorry, the original owner of this body.

If it weren't for his appearance, Tyr would have been studying at the highest school in the Imperial Capital by now, and with his talent, becoming a Templar would be just around the corner.

After wandering around the kingdom of Tarun for a year, not only did he not make the name famous all over the world, but instead made it appear on a perverted list.

"Tyre-Cyrus? ”

The "Grim Reaper" drew his scythe cleanly, and another blood splattered up.

"Don't worry, it's over in an instant. ”

The "Grim Reaper" was still staring at Lin Qiu, as if he really wanted to imprint him in his memory.

Lin Qiu's right hand hung down weakly, although he was unwilling, he couldn't squeeze out even a trace of strength anymore.

The shadow of the knife flashed, and the stone pillar was filled with crimson liquid.