At the moment when everyone was stunned, Ferdinand's roar rolled across the square: "Kill the assassins, and the knights will give each of them two gold bricks!"

The Viscount of the First Rank! Only one step away from the Count of the Third Class! The Grand Master's arrogant and gorgeous helmet, in the eyes of the Knights, has not only become a hereditary glory, but also seems to be at his fingertips, as long as it is cut off. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two knights roared and rushed towards the Grand Master.

The old king turned his head to look at Ferdinand, who was overseeing the war, frowned, and said, "If one person is rewarded with two gold bricks, it will add up to a ton of gold." You're so generous. ”

"They don't live a few, so the expenses are not high. Ferdinand frowned and watched the battle, "Killing St. Peter will be like a broken arm for the Brandenburg command." It's time to put out that arrogant flame. ”

Ferdinand had already thought that if the Knights didn't give their lives, he wouldn't be able to escape even if he ran a 100-meter race. So whether he survives depends on whether the Knights sacrifice their lives to snipe, not his own speed of escape.

In other words, he stood on the palace steps to supervise the battle, and the survival rate was higher than that of turning around and fleeing for his life. So he stood condescendingly at the gate of the palace, standing still on the cusp of the storm, so that all the knights who had sacrificed their lives knew that Prince Ferdinand was watching their backs, and when the deed was done, there would be an overwhelming amount of gold to reward the loyal warriors!

Ferdinand had always been clear about rewards and punishments, and he did what he said, so when he needed to spur his loyal servants to die, a glance was enough.

The Grand Master suddenly found that the knights besieging him had become gamblers who exchanged their lives for glory, only to see countless black shadows like iron towers rushing up, like locusts piled up into a pitch black mass, and the flaming swords slashed at him overwhelmingly, and the Grand Master had no choice but to fight his way out of the siege.

Because he is also a human being, and the glowing blood is the source of his strength, he will also bleed to death. When two supreme wills collide, only the brave wins!

The two knights, one black and one white, slashed at the shoulders of the Grand Master on the left and the right, and the severed shoulder armor flew into the air, but the heavy steel plate still shook the two knights' mouths numbly-they were horrified to find that part of the Teutonic Knights' armor seemed to be made of 35 mm steel plates, so the two swords that were certain to kill could only cut off the shoulder armor, not only did not remove the arms of the Grand Master, but instead numbed their arms.

In the midst of life and death, the two knights realized that they had made a fatal mistake: they neglected the paladin's weight-bearing capacity in order to take the lead. They were paralyzed by St. Peter's ability to move at high speeds, and they didn't even carefully estimate the thickness of St. Peter's armor!

If you think about it, every time St. Peter advances, he will step on the floor tiles. Even the marble floor tiles could not withstand that impulse, indicating that St. Peter's armor was definitely not light, at least 600 pounds, and the thickness was naturally incomparable.

The pupils of the two knights suddenly narrowed into slits, and they immediately let go of the hilt of their swords and fell backwards in an attempt to escape for their lives.

If one blow does not kill you, it is a serious strategic mistake, and whether you can save your life depends on the will of God.

But in the next moment, the Grand Master was like a crocodile leaping out of the water, clutching the blade on his left shoulder, taking a lightning step forward, stretching out his arms horizontally, and the buzzing black cross "drill" easily pierced through the dreadnought knight.

The series of movements was as fast as a deep-sea fish, and his movements could not be seen with the naked eye, and at last he could only see the pitch-black knight being pierced by a giant sword—no, pierced by a giant drill, and his limbs hanging down in mid-air.

And the "drill bit" and the steel armor are rubbing harshly, and the sparks are not only sprayed like a grinding wheel cutting steel plates, but also sprinkled into a circle gorgeously, shining dazzlingly in the night.

And the "drill bit" is constantly destroying the abdominal armor and expanding the hole, causing the knight to slide down the "drill bit" at a uniform speed, and the viscous paste tissue is mixed with the thin sparks, and it is sprinkled all over the sky like a dog's hair.

Because of the rotational moment, the rotation direction of the seven blades was diametrically opposed, so when the corpse slid along the "drill" to the hilt, it sometimes rotated to the left with the drill, and as soon as it turned its limbs to fly, it suddenly slowed down and turned to the right.

He was like a windmill strung on a drill bit, turning and stopping, sliding lower and lower, spraying sparks and goo into the night, and sliding to the hilt of the sword in only two seconds.

It took only two seconds. When the conical drill bit is against the heart guard, it spins out four locks of steel wire like a sprout, and then like a drill bit sinking into the wood, it easily gouges out a hole, digging deeper and deeper, blasting out a splash of red, and when the hole is constantly expanding, it scrapes out sky-high sparks, which are gorgeous and dazzling in the night. But the process was as fast as a beautiful firework, and it only lasted two seconds.

The corpse's chest armor was polished into a large hole with a silky edge, the corpse was hollow and transparent, hanging on the Grand Master's arm to gasp, the helmet was crooked on the Grand Master's armguard, and it was still making a breathless sound, and the arm hanging by his side suddenly flicked from time to time.

And the black cross sword in the hand of the Grand Master was still black and bright, and he shook off all the filth on it, leaving no trace of blood.

Grand Master maintained this posture for two seconds, allowing the Black Cross Sword to fully bathe the victim's body, saturating its power axis to absorb the fire element in the blood, which served as a source of perpetual energy.

Everyone else was dumbfounded. They have heard that the power sword needs to be fed regularly by the owner, and the sword speed is infinitely fast when the person is strong.

The technique left by the Knights Templar was to feed their own swords, which was acceptable to everyone, and the treasure left by the Teutonic Knights was actually fed with swords by others, and everyone was immediately at risk.

Everyone has been arrogant at the top of the food chain for all these years, and basically they don't want to be eaten, let alone eaten in a funny way that is going around around. Yes, no one wants to.

Grand Master stood on the red carpet with a spear crossed, and his mood was stirring. The Teutonic Knights' rigid adherence to the rules was intended so that their commanders would neither become addicted to nor shunned when wielding the Black Cross.

However, now that the Teutonic Knights have fallen, it is only natural to take revenge with the hereditary sword.

The Grand Master took a deep breath, fed the sword in his hand, shook off the human-shaped flesh ring hanging from his wrist, roared "Ferdinand!", and stepped on the floor like an electric swordfish, piercing through the resistive air and stabbing straight like Ferdinand in the palace.

Ferdinand's eyes widened, but his hands stood still. As long as he does not move, the Grand Master's charge trajectory is a predictable straight line, and all knights can attack with a clear target.

The tragic death of being pierced by the cross sword had been completely forgotten by Ferdinand, for if he wanted to survive, he would have to die. For him, there is no misery, only death or life.

If St. Peter were to kill you, this way of thinking was the only way you could live. (To be continued.) )