Constantine kept smiling and standing in place, with his sword behind him, as if he didn't care that in the next second, he would be split to pieces by a dozen long swords that came at him, but stared at Daedalus' every move with interest.

It wasn't until the eyelashes at the corners of his eyes fluttered slightly, signaling that a storm was coming, that Constantine slowly opened his left hand, which had been retracted into a fist, and with a sharp shake, something was bounced into the air, glittering in the bright moonlight.

A silver coin.

Borherz was puzzled, what did he want to do? Expecting the red gloves who had lost their minds to suddenly see the money and run over to pick it up?

As the silver coins rose into the air, and the swords of the Red Gloves had not yet fallen, Constantine reached out and pointed in the air, reciting a short, incantation: "Illumination." ”

Bloodline's pupils shrank.

A scorching flower of light suddenly bloomed in the night sky, and the light was reflected in all directions by the silver coin, stung the crimson eyes and caused damage to their retinas that could not be ignored.

The vampires' proud night vision became a burden to them under this dazzling light, and even Borherz, who has a certain resistance to sunlight, felt a long-lost pain in his eyes, and the half-vampires roared in pain, instinctively closed their eyes, and fled at high speed towards the area where the light could not reach, and the storm suddenly collapsed.

However, there was a figure that was faster than them.

As the Red Gloves retreated, the young monk's body moved like a ghost, shuttling and speeding in the light like the wind, shaking his wrist as quickly as a painter fiddling with a paintbrush in his hand. The crystal sword "Dawn" danced with it, drawing countless dazzling lines in the light.

With a "snap", the body of a red-gloved body with a crystallized body fell to the ground, shattering like a sculpture made of soft wax.

A myriad of subtle but terrifying sounds followed

A night watchman's left arm is broken.

A night watchman's nose fell,

One of the night watchman's right wrist shattered.

One of the Night's Watchman's legs crystallized, and his ankles turned into debris as he sprinted.

One of the Night's Watch fell to the ground, his head rolling off like a ball, and slammed into a tree.

.......

Heart-pounding images continue to play out in the forest.

After swimming around, the painter retreated silently like the wind, with his sword behind him, as if he had not moved at all, and even his standing posture was exactly the same as before.

The only difference is that the teenager's eyes are closed.

Slowly opening his eyes, ignoring the expression of the Marquis of the Blood Clan, who was difficult to see, the young monk looked at the crystal fragments all over the ground, and said to himself: "A little more than six seconds, well, I haven't used my sword for two years, and I'm a little rusty." ”

It was only at this time that the silver coin fell from the night sky more than ten meters high and returned steadily to its owner's palm.

"How is that possible?" The body of the Marquis of the Blood Clan trembled with shock, in his long life, there were no more than five opponents who could bring him this feeling, all of them were the strongest people in each race, but in front of him was just an ordinary teenager, for the first time in his life, he even doubted his eyes, but the mess in front of him reminded him that this was a real scene.

"The sword seems to have the ability to crystallize the surface of all matter, but this is only a appearance, not an essence. Daedalus on the side didn't have such a big reaction, but from his more hoarse tone than before, it could be inferred that the shock he felt was definitely not small, "High-level elemental magic, such as Ice Storm, can also do it, but it definitely can't do this kind of fineness, and I can't feel the slightest change in temperature just now, it's just... It's unbelievable that even Hilbert would never have built such a terrible weapon. ”

"Do you want to go on? I forgot to mention that I used to dissect a few vampires when I was a kid. Constantine said nonchalantly, completely ignoring the reaction of the two, the battle in front of him was nothing compared to his countless dark experiences in the previous ten years.

The vampire and heretic alchemist fall into an embarrassing silence at the mercy of an unknown teenager that is hard for the proud Lucifer members to accept, but many times, dignity must give way to survival.

It's just that the focus of the two is different, as an alchemist, Daedalus sees more of the power of [Dawn] itself, while Borkhz, who has been walking in the dark for countless years, notices the strength of the boy himself.

He had seen more powerful weapons, but they did not frighten him, he knew that no matter how powerful a magic weapon was, if there was no suitable person to use it, it was not much different from a piece of scrap metal, and for him, the real horror of Constantine was not the sword in his hand, but some of the qualities that he had unconsciously revealed when he had struck before. What made the Marquis of the Blood Clan have to admit was that even without Dawn, the young man in front of him was not an opponent that he could easily defeat.

From a hunter to a prey, the feeling is not pleasant.

"Don't be too complacent, little one, that Your Highness won't survive tonight, and it's foolish that you didn't choose to stay by her side and come here!" said Daedalus. "You won the battle, but tonight's battle is ours. ”

Constantine had a smiling expression on his face: "I don't think so. ”

......

A few minutes ago.

The Alchemy Golem stopped, no longer spewing flames from its chest, and stood quietly in place like a statue. The orcs also stopped the pace of attacking, standing on the periphery of the "Holy Guardian" enchantment, the atmosphere in the field was extremely depressing, the guards clenched the swords in their hands, their hearts beat violently, staring at the orcs who kept circling outside the light shield, they did not dare to relax at all, they knew that the vicious battle was not over.

However, there is one battlefield where the winner has already been decided.

Diderot's sword was cut in two, and on the magic armor, dozens of criss-crossing sword marks were shocking, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, panting, and blood beads continued to seep out of the cracks in the armor.

"Suffer death. Stewart's tall figure approached, his two-handed sword raised in the air.

Diderot exhaled a cloudy breath, knowing that this would probably be the last swing of his knighthood, and he straightened up, like a knight who was new to swordsmanship, with a broken sword in his hand, and a defensive posture, fearlessly facing the arrival of death.

Swart's blade swirled with black gas, and the two-handed knight's sword slashed out a deep black sword, and the sword rushed like a beast that chose to devour people, swallowing everything in the path ahead into darkness.

Seeing this scene, a haze of despair appeared in the eyes of the knights who were within the divine shield.

Diana, who was on the roof of the carriage, moved slightly, raised her hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly put it down.

The black sword aura had already arrived in front of Diderot, and it only took a few more meters to slash him.

Diderot had closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "The light is above." ”

With a loud bang, countless sand and gravel flew on the ground, and the sword qi suddenly overflowed, and Diderot's body was pushed out by a huge force and slammed into the ground.

Everyone let out an exclamation, not in amazement at the power of the sword, but because of the figure that suddenly descended.

A knight in armor stood in front of Diderot with a spear, his face covered by the mask of his helmet, revealing his age.

The spear he was holding in his hand, the tip of the spear was decorated with sparks, and the front half of the spear was red, like red-hot iron, and he had used this gun to shatter the sword aura emitted by Stewart.

"Alchemy weapons. Stewart glanced at the spear, and based on his experience, he judged that this was at least a [transcendental] level magic weapon, and no matter who this level of weapon fell into, it could not be ignored.

He snapped his fingers, and the three orcs on the side approached the knight, two werewolves and a lizardman, each holding a weapon, forming a triangle, trapping the knight in the middle, and then attacking from different directions.

Normally, such a combination was obviously far from something that ordinary people could handle, not to mention, the effectiveness of the bloodthirsty spell had not yet completely faded, and the three orcs roared furiously, with the same thought wandering in their chests: to tear all visible humans apart.

The first to attack was a lizardman, with a scimitar in his hand and a flash of silver, slashing at the back of the knight's head, while one of the werewolves grinned and smashed his sword with one hand, which was taller than the knight himself, and the last werewolf with a steel hammer ran slower than his two companions, gripping the handle of the hammer with both hands and lifting it high.

The lizardman was the fastest, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the side of the unknown knight, and the bend that had harvested the lives of no less than ten guards was stained with purple-black blood clots, and before the knife arrived, a fishy smell had already arrived in the wind.

Then, the lizardman's eyes flashed, the scimitar was inexplicably slashed into the air, although the nameless knight was wearing armor, but his agility seemed to be better than that of the lizardman, who was known for his agility, he easily conceded the blow, clamped the opponent's arm under his armpit, and then a beautiful hand knife fell, and slashed at the lizardman's knife-wielding hand with the momentum of splitting wood, and actually cut off the lizardman's wrist, the latter's throat let out a creepy roar, and he rolled backwards violently, and his slender tail wrapped around the knight's leg like a snake, ready to hang the damn human。

However, the next moment, the scales of his whole body stood up, because he felt a burning heat sweep through his tail in an unstoppable motion, and in the severe pain, he saw that the demonic knight was half-crouched on the ground, as if he was looking at him coldly through the mask, holding the gun in one hand, the crimson tip of the spear was nailed to his tail, and under the heat, blisters appeared on the cold skin of the lizardman.

The knight then stood up, tore his tail off his master with both hands, and moved his body in a whirlwind, just avoiding the werewolf's sword, and went around the opponent's back, the tip of the spear diagonally against the werewolf's back. The two-meter-tall werewolf fell to the ground like a funny clown.

The other werewolf stared, his veins bulging from his forehead, and it was evident that he had exerted the greatest strength, and the hammer slammed down on the knight.

Boom! The hammer was embedded in the place where the knight had been standing, smashing the small piece of flat ground to pieces, and countless dust sprayed into the air, but when the smoke cleared, the knight himself remained unscathed and stood firmly on the hammer.

Before the werewolf could let go, the crimson blade pierced out, piercing through the werewolf's throat, and the moment the tip of the gun sank into the werewolf's throat, one of the knight's feet had already been raised, and he kicked on the werewolf's broad chest, and with the help of force, he flipped backwards, pulled out the spear, pulled out a slender blood arrow, and finally landed lightly on the ground.