As soon as the Silver Knight's movements stopped, Roger suddenly spat out a pool of blood, dyeing the placket of the clothes that he had just worn not long ago red.

"You're disgusting when you poke me in the stomach, bastard!" the boy's head was slightly lowered, and the Pandora in his hand transformed directly into a bazooka, and pulled the trigger against the helmet of the armor.

The Silver Knight's nimble one-handed shield shielded himself behind him. The rocket slammed into the shield and flipped it to the side, although it did not cause substantial damage, but the impact of the huge explosion made it impossible for the knight to stand firmly, and the arm holding the spear was loosened, and his body shook for a while, and he staggered back a few steps.

Roger ignored the thick cavalry gun still stuck in his body, followed by Pandora, who took two steps forward, and Pandora, who was still in the form of a three-barreled bazooka, directly slammed it into his head.

"Dang!" There was a crisp sound, and the silver knight, who was still in a state of vertigo, was directly beaten upside down and flew out, fell to the ground and dragged him out.

Changing Pandora back into the suitcase form and covering the outside of Comrade Lao Fu, Roger's free right hand pulled out the cavalry gun in his chest in three or two strokes.

The Silver Knight, who was lying on the ground, had recovered, and was rising straight from the ground by relying on the fumaroles in his shoulder blades.

Before the Silver Knight could stand firmly, the boy picked up his riding spear and clamped the long hilt under his armpit, and opened the third gear under his feet, just as the Silver Knight had just done to him, and quickly sent the spear into its chest.

The Silver Knight's splendid armor pierced like papier-mâché under the sharp tip of the rifle, and Roger hung on it at his feet to push forward, and finally pressed down on his wrist and pinned him to the ground.

But the vitality of this armor demon is obviously very tenacious, and the hole in the breastplate still does not affect its movement, and the hole in the shoulder blade behind it shoots outward, trying to lift Roger's muscular arm and stand up from the ground.

However, Roger was not prepared to spend time here with a man in armor with little intelligence, and the sound of the rubbing of the armor as it moved around made the boy hear that four more silver knights were approaching. And such a big movement must have alarmed the rest of the demons in the vicinity, and staying here any longer would make it uncomfortable for oneself.

Just because he can't die doesn't mean he can protect the 'big-headed boy' he is carrying.

Pulling out the lance from the ground, the silver armor holding the spear in both hands was also pulled out, Roger bared his teeth in disgust, and the spear swept to try to shake the heavy thing off, but the effect was not ideal, the spear in front of him on the right obviously slashed at another silver knight, and the spear stopped trembling after a "dang". Then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

It seemed that the armor had arrived, and Roger didn't bother with the one hanging from the riding spear, which was racing in the direction of the castle as soon as the spear was in hand.

At first, it was okay, the density between the demons was not large, except for a silver knight hanging on the spear, most of them were pushed open by the spear or jumped through the gap.

However, as the distance to the castle got closer, the number of demons grew, and it was no longer a type of demon in silver armor, but a variety of demons.

Except for the scarecrow with a large base, most of the other types of demons gathered together in small groups according to different races, and when the number of demons around Roger was so large that he could see it at a glance, he had to be forced to stop his sudden advance...

The first silver knight to be pierced had already been pushed to the hilt, and he was stretching his arms forward to reach Roger with his teeth and claws, if the handle of the gun wasn't long enough, he might have been slapped several times by a pair of armor.

As soon as the boy's movements stopped, the surrounding demons immediately surrounded him, and swords, guns, swords, shields, ice, fire, thunder and lightning swept towards this side.

Ignoring the sprinkling attacks, Roger took the time to glance at the baby Voldemort in his left hand, and found that his face was deformed by Pandora's box, so he shook his gun in relief, exhaled, and said, "Drink!!"

The swift and outrageous movements of the circle are a little outrageous, and there are still a bunch of demon skewers hanging on the nearly two-and-a-half-meter-long riding spear, not to mention Roger's tiger and tiger, and the demons who can't dodge within the attack range are also swept out of the waist, and there is no demon within a radius of two meters after a few circles, and even the 'meat skewers' that are lying on the wall are thrown out by centrifugal force.

After a few more turns, Roger stopped, the tip of the gun was stuck diagonally into the ground, and he held on to the handle of the gun and shook his head a few times in confusion... It's a little dizzy...

You must know that the brute force on the body alone can't turn the power, and the main thing is the magic application of the explosion spell. Ever since he came up with the idea of self-destructing, Roger has thought of applying the skill of blocking to all parts of his body.

For example, when slapping someone's mouth, hang a third gear on the back of the hand, and the power will definitely rise more than one step under the strong reaction force. The action of swinging the stick in a circle, and it is really good to use the gear to add a boost.

Now it seems that the effect is also quite significant, but it is not good to brake the car after use, and it will also have negative states such as dizziness, nausea, and inability to distinguish the direction.

Pulling out the spear and holding it up, before the demons could surround him, Roger rushed straight ahead in third gear, and at the same time took Pandora and Lao Fu's left hand and pulled the compass out of his trouser pocket, and after so many turns, he couldn't tell which direction the castle was in.

With difficulty, rubbing his chin against the lid of the compass, the boy's path drew a large circle to the left and behind.

I can't help it, I ran the other way around...

Just like that, he stopped and turned a few laps in the last section, and then stopped and turned a few laps in a few laps, Roger's route was like abstract art drawn on the ground by a drunken man holding a telephone pole, and occasionally going back to the previous section.

But fortunately, there is an artifact called the compass to correct the direction, and in general, the thing is still moving slowly and unswervingly towards the castle.

As for why you don't cover yourself with a super strong iron armor charm... That's because not everyone is as hanging as Lao Deng, listening to the turtle shell cover can still move...

Not only did Roger regret it a little, but he would have thought more about the magic changes of protective spells in his spare time... I'm not afraid of death, but there will always be people who are afraid...