There was silence in the field, Diderot struggled to get up, looking at the figure standing in the middle of the valley, he was a little stunned for a while, who is this knight with amazing strength, why did he come to help him?

Diana had withdrawn the Guardian Enchantment, the three Light Priests had blessed each of the guards, and the guards with holy light gathered around the carriage, warily watching the still-restless orcs.

"Kill. Without the slightest hesitation, Stewart spat out the word, his sword pointed at the carriage, and the orcs pounced on the guards again, the sound of blades striking once again through the silent valley.

Stewart walked towards the carriage with his sword on his face, and unsurprisingly, the knight with the spear stopped in front of him.

"I don't know who you are, but you can't stop us tonight. Stewart said, a line-like black qi condensed on the blade of the sword, and the black sword qi undulated like a wave.

The Unknown Knight raised his gun in response.

The body of the gun was wrapped in a layer of crimson flames, and the flames were wrapped around the front of the gun, like a red silk fluttering in the wind.

The treasonous Grand Knight took a strong offensive posture, countless sword qi turned into black tides, tearing the air and surging, and the sound of the air explosion even made the eardrums of the orcs and guards who were fighting dozens of meters away feel pain. And the knight standing at the forefront was instantly overwhelmed by the black tide.

The Unknown Knight threw out a shot, and the flames submerged into the black tide composed of sword qi, and suddenly swelled, stretching into two banners, splitting the black tide in two, and the scattered sword qi opened many irregular cracks on the ground under the feet of the unknown knight, none of which could hit his armor.

The tide slowly disappeared, and Stewart's figure appeared in the black sword shadow in the sky, with a cold expression, the black two-handed sword slashed down, and the crimson spear kept colliding, red and black two tones were mixed together, and the hot flame tongue accompanied by the fragments of sword qi churned around Stewart, illuminating his vicissitudes of life.

Diderot watched the battle in amazement, the previous bitter confrontation had made him realize how powerful Stewart's swordsmanship was, so he was ready to warn the knight, but now he was shocked by the fact that the crimson spear completely suppressed the deadly black tide.

The flames were overflowing, and every swing of the crimson spear would set off a storm of flames, building impenetrable walls around the attacker, and the black sword tide would exponentially pay for each tear of the flames, while the red spear could launch a sharp thrust without any worries.

This disadvantage was exacerbated by the length of the weapons, and the only way Stewart could turn the tide was to narrow the combat distance to a range that would make it difficult for the spear to turn. However, the knight he fought against seemed to be well aware of his fighting style, avoiding all inducing moves and controlling the pace of the battle with a terrifying calmness and precision, stabbing the spear in his hand only when the two-handed sword whip was out of reach, coldly squeezing Stewart's offensive and defensive leeway.

It's like a poisonous snake that patiently plays with its prey, forcing it into a dead corner before striking a fatal blow.

Although he regarded Stewart as an enemy, the other party fought with him as a knight and in a way after all, so Diderot lost without complaint, but when he experienced the ruthless style of the unknown knight, Diderot shuddered.

This is not the style of knights at all!

The flames had completely obscured the dim sword aura, and Stewart struggled to maintain his defense, his expression still indifferent, but anyone with a discerning eye could already see that the traitorous knight had fallen into extreme passivity, and the scorched black marks left by the flames on his armor were clearly visible.

The pupils shone in the field of vision, and for a moment, the memories of the traitorous knights were ignited by the flames in front of them: on the fiery battlefield, the sound of metal hitting and colliding drowned out the whistling wind, the mage's fireballs swept overhead from time to time, and dense explosions and screams sounded behind them, and the young knights silently held their shields and stepped on the charred corpses of their comrades, and little by little they approached the rear of the enemy, the figure holding a staff high and wearing a red robe.

They succeeded, and the crown-level archmage from the Dragonlance Dynasty was finally drained of the last bit of magic under the fierce onslaught of him and his comrades, ending the confrontation with a suicidal "corona", a high elemental magic that not only took the lives of the last of his comrades who had been with him day and night, but also turned the mage himself into ashes.

After the battle, Stewart sat on the corpse of a dragon lancer soldier, with a torn shield beside him, and held his sword, watching the red sun sink in the distance, and was silent for a long time.

An inexplicable flame rose in Stewart's eyes, and with a heavy slash tore open the tongue of fire that surrounded him, and then strode out, the condensed sword light turning into a black arrow that stabbed into the knight's chest.

Crimson flames erupted from the tip of the spear again, splashing in front of Stewart, the flying flames ignited the hair of the heretic knight, and a scorching smell came from Mirante's armor, but the flames in the eyes of the middle-aged knight burned hotter than the magic fire on the alchemical spear.

He had completely abandoned his defenses.

In the eyes of many people, this was undoubtedly an extremely stupid move, but the unknown knight took the initiative to extinguish the flame of the tip of the spear the moment the sword light was handed out, and the tip of the spear met the tip of the sword.

This is the way a knight does it! Diderot, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but think of this.

Giving up the advantage in weapons, the next step is a contest of strength and swordsmanship, a contest in the realm of pure knighthood.

A long, relentless crash resounded through the night sky of the valley, and those who were in the midst of a fierce battle, whether it was the orcs wielding the giant weapon Growler, the warriors with the blessings on their bodies, and even the priests and arcanists who were holding the spell all subconsciously paused, as if the sound had fallen into the depths of their souls.

And at this moment, Her Excellency the Imperial Princess, who had been standing on the roof of the carriage, as if ignored by everyone, was softly singing an unknown language, and on her forehead, the golden mark was shining.

"The Flame of Sin"

Once again, golden flames appeared, but this time, they did not fall from the sky, but erupted from under the feet of each orc without warning.

The heretics struggled for less than a second before they were ignited by an inch of skin by a scorching flame that emitted majesty, sacredness, and sublimity, and the light and heat erupted from all over their bodies, like tall humanoid torches.

At the same time, the sword in Stewart's hand shattered, and the spear provoked a flash of crimson light into the chest of the traitorous knight, and warm blood flowed from the wound.

"This gun... What's your name?" Stewart looked at the knight who was close at hand, his expression strangely calm.

"Crimson Flowing Fire. The Unknown Knight's voice came from under the mask, and his voice was low and unexpectedly beautiful.

"Very good gun, I'm afraid it's already a legendary-level weapon, I did miscalculate. Stewart shook his head, "Still, it seems that even without your presence, I still don't have any chance of winning." ”

As he said this, his eyes looked at the carriage in the distance.

"Of course, the Divine Favor cannot be killed casually. "Besides, she's my employer, so she can't die." ”

Stewart coughed heavily, "You're not her knight?

"I'm not interested in chivalry or anything, I'm a bounty hunter, and for me, only dead enemies are good enemies. The hunter's tone was indifferent, "If I had used the Drift Fire just now, I'm afraid I'd be in trouble, and as a hunter, I know what you've been through." ”

"Give your employer a message, even if she returns to the imperial capital, she won't be proud for long, there are too many people in the empire who want her to die, maybe one day, you will change your mind and aim this gun at her. Stewart said calmly. "But what I don't understand is why Daedalus and Borherz didn't come at this point?"

"They're probably out of their way now, and the people who are targeted by that guy usually don't end well. The Unknown Knight shrugged, "Do you have any last words?"

"Maybe tonight, it would be the right decision to let her live. "If there's a chance, let her tell the old guys in the church that I'm waiting for them in hell." ”

"As you wish. The Nameless Knight, or Mordred, clenched his gun, and the flames spread to Stewart's limbs, melting his body.

Everything happened so fast that when the flames were extinguished, the guards in the field had not yet fully reacted.

What's going on?

"Failed. Daedalus shook his head, a transparent ball of light floating in front of him, clearly reflecting the situation in the field, and he withdrew his Eagle Eye after witnessing dozens of orcs being consumed by the Cleansing Flame.

Borhetz on the side had a gloomy face.

Constantine sheathed Dawn, "As far as the current situation is concerned, this is indeed the case, honorable alchemist, although the large piece you made is indeed amazing, I am afraid that you will not be able to recover it this time." ”

The Marquis of the Blood Clan stared coldly at Constantine, and the murderous aura exuded from his eyes was as clear as a sword, as if he wanted to see the young man's delicate face bleeding, but he couldn't make a move after all, because he found that he couldn't see through this guy, although the young man just stood in place as usual, but he couldn't find a flaw in his body.

"We can make a deal, though. Constantine suddenly said in an extremely sincere tone. "As long as you promise to do me a favor when I need it, I may be able to try to get that alchemy golem back for you later. ”

"Deal?" the alchemist narrowed his eyes, "a young shepherd of the church?

"One more friend is better than one more enemy, isn't it?" Constantine stroked the wrinkles on his black monk's robes, "and while it doesn't seem difficult for me to kill you now, I don't want to. He had a harmless expression on his face, a gentle voice, and a sincere demeanor, a typical diplomat's face.

"If you want to find me, you can use this. Constantine threw out a ring.

"It's... Emblem of the Hunter's Guild. Borherz's eyes widened when he recognized the pattern on the ring.

Hearing this term, even Daedalus couldn't help but tremble, the Hunters' Guild, the most well-known killer organization in the Icadia continent for three hundred years, is a behemoth that even the three major empires and the Holy See have to face upon. Legend has it that the power of the Hunter Guild has penetrated all corners of the continent and secretly controls the lifeblood of several small countries, and those bounty hunters at the top of the guild can even enjoy the treatment of a prince in many principalities on the mainland.

For hundreds of years, this organization has played an indispensable role in the history of the continent, and its tentacles have extended to the politics, military, and commerce of various countries, and many historians have firmly believed that the conspiracy, coup d'état, and wars staged between various small countries for 300 years have the shadow of the power represented by this pattern on the ring.

"For as long as you pay enough, we can hunt a continent for you. These are the words of the first president of this guild, the legendary hunter Ulysses, codenamed "The Emperor".