"Stop, what are you going to do to Her Majesty?" the old Marquis of Minsk shouted as he looked at the priest in front of him. The words of Rodhart just now to reveal this person's identity have already made everyone's hearts rise to their throats. And now he had walked to the queen's bed, and stretched out the hand that had just knocked Rodhart out and pressed it against the queen, who was immobile.

"Naturally, let her explain to you what is going on. The man replied lightly, taking a deep breath, and then the hand that had been placed on the queen lit up with a magical glow. It was a jet-black, mist of rising ink, and this black aura instantly spread over the queen's body, slowly seeping into her body.

I felt that with the emergence of this magic fluctuation, everyone could seem to have a gloomy corpse aura in the entire space of the dormitory. Even if the people here had never seen this kind of magic, they could guess what it was.

"Necromancy?" all the ministers exclaimed, their already horrified expressions even more panicked. Chancellor Jensen, the Marquis of Minsk, and General Thomas rushed forward at the same time, even though they knew that they might be like a worm in front of this person who could defeat Roland's own disciple in one fell swoop, but they did not hesitate at all. Because above is Her Majesty the Queen. Even though they have become vampires, they are still the most beloved of the emperor of the empire they have guarded all their lives.

But one person stopped in front of them, and his body, which looked thin compared to them, was knocked several steps forward by the three of them. But he desperately blocked the three of them with the greatest strength. The man hurriedly said to the three of them, "Don't go, trust him." ”

"Do you want us to believe him? It seems to be the murderer of Bishop Ronis and Lord Duke, can't you see that it is necromancy?" General Thomas roared to pull the man away.

But this man desperately pushed the general's huge body, looked up at the three old ministers with unusually clear and firm eyes, and said in a condensed voice: "If you don't believe him, then you can trust me." ”

People can't help but stand still, if it were someone else, such blocking and speaking would definitely not have any effect, but this person is the most imperial prime minister, and she is the queen's own sister, and it stands to reason that she is the person who cares about the queen the most here, so she is qualified to say so.

At this time, the body of the queen on the bed was completely invisible, and the black magic fluctuations from the man's hand had transformed the bed into a small black mire that exuded a strong smell of death. Sweat oozed from the pastor's forehead at the bedside and dripped down his chin one by one, and he seemed to be struggling too.

The three old ministers were stopped by the prime minister and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, while the other ministers were also at a loss, only Rodhart, who flew out upside down and lay on the ground, barely supported his body. First squirted a small mouthful of blood, and shouted to the outside in as loud a voice as possible: "All Holy Knights obey orders." Stop this man and kill him. ”

In fact, he said that the three swordsmen he had summoned just now had entered the dormitory at this time, drew their swords and rushed towards the person in front of the bed. The Prime Minister wanted to move to stop her, but the three swordsmen were very good, and they had already passed her in a flash. And a hundred meters away from the dormitory, hundreds of members of the Holy Knights also began to pour towards this side.

The hand of the man in front of the bed was still pressed on the queen's body and did not retract, the black magic fluctuations were thicker, darker, and more lifeless, and the sweat on his head was getting more and more. But at this time, the three swords of the three swordsmen had already attacked in front of the boy. Although these three swords are compared to the sword momentum and killing intent of Rodhardt just now, they are by no means trickle streams that can be easily dealt with, and any swordsman in the Holy Knights can definitely take on the word "master".

The man didn't move his body, he didn't let go of the queen, he just raised the other hand that had just taken Rodhart's sword, and was now covered in blood. The wound in the palm of his hand was deep and could be seen in the bone, and the injury caused by the sword qi was definitely ten times more serious than it seemed on the surface, and it was impossible for anyone to easily take the full strength of the disciple of the head of Roland. And now the magic fluctuation on this person's other hand is so strong that even the ministers in the dormitory who don't know how to use magic can feel it, and on the other hand, the white fighting energy light on his current hand is so faint that it is almost invisible.

Three swords, with three dazzling brilliance and murderous aura were already in front of him, one stabbed at his head, one stabbed at his chest, and one stabbed at his abdomen, even if no one gave orders and reminders, the swordsmen of the Holy Knights had already cooperated with each other and still exerted the offensive to the greatest effect. There was a slight time difference between the three attacks from different directions, and there was a slight time difference between them, which was ten times more difficult to resist than three sword rows attacking from the same direction at the same time.

The man's hand was unmistakably resting on the sword that was running towards his face, and with a single press and a slap, the long sword broke off from it. But the cracking sound of the metal breaking also carried the tooth-aching sound of bones grinding against the sword peak, and the swordsman's twisting and changing direction at the moment of the long sword breaking almost cut off half of his small palm, and the little finger flew up directly to the roots, and the ring finger bone was also completely broken, leaving only one side of the muscle and skin connected. Blood immediately shot out of the wound in a spray, and Rodhardt's sword had actually broken at least half of the blood vessels in the palm of the hand.

After the sword broke, the swordsman's figure was also crooked, and then the man's elbow hit the swordsman's chin. The swordsman's face was instantly deformed, spraying blood and teeth falling. The severed half of the sword flew downward, just hitting the long sword that stabbed him in the abdomen, and the sword momentum of the long sword was crooked again. The man's foot also kicked the swordsman's shoulder through the crooked gap, and the swordsman threw backwards with the sound of bones shattering.

The power in this hand is actually not great, and it is even inferior to the lethality of any swordsman's sword. But the timing, strength, direction, and method of the attack were all precise and ingenious to the extreme, and the attacks of the two swordsmen were completely crushed in one fell swoop.

But these two swordsmen are just foreshadowing, prefixes. His hands had been used for recreation, his hands had been swung out, his feet had been kicked out, and even the balance of his body could not be maintained at this time, but the sword in his chest had arrived, and he could no longer block or dodge.

At this time, this person still did not let go of the hand that pressed the queen, but used the standing foot as the axis and twisted his waist with all his might.

Jian Feng had already torn open his clothes and entered, and as this twisted his waist, he also pulled a wound nearly an inch deep on his chest, and blood splattered out as Jian Feng pulled it.

If Jian Feng was half an inch deeper, he could definitely pull his ribcage apart through the gap between his ribs. But the swordsman had no way to plunge his sword a little more. The muscles in front of the sword peak are full of elasticity and resistance. And the speed and direction of this man's twisting waist and chest almost completely dissipated the power of his forward stab. Eventually, the sword stabbed through the middle of the chest, sliding out of the side of the chest after pulling open a scar. And the distance between the swordsman and the man has been so close that they can attack without using their hands and feet.

At the same time as twisting his waist and twisting his chest, he had already shook his head, and with a muffled sound, his forehead hit the swordsman's face, and the bridge of the swordsman's nose was directly sunken into his face. The swordsman fell upside down and fell out as blood splattered, his face not flat, but sunken.

Waving his hands, kicking and twisting his waist, twisting his chest and shaking his head, this one spun around in place in an almost dancing posture and stood firm again. The three swordsmen of the Holy Knights had fallen to the ground, and his hands had never left the queen's body.

With the exception of the hand that was pressed against the queen, the rest of his body was soaked in blood. The palm of his hand that had taken the two swords was already a little out of shape, and the blood kept flowing down the mutilated palm, and the blood from the wound on his chest that was close to the grave soaked his clothes. On his forehead, a layer of skin peeled away from his hair and hung down, and the blood on his face was unknown whether it was the swordsman's or his own, and against the background of the black magic fluctuations that were getting thicker and thicker and tumbling next to him, it looked like a demon emerging from hell.

The man took a deep breath, and the dark magic fluctuations became stronger and more ferocious, and had begun to permeate the rest of the dormitory, and those ministers who had no martial arts and resistance were already beginning to retreat.

The layer of skin that had fallen from his forehead was in his view, and he seemed to be in the way, and with that bloody wounded hand, he grabbed and tore at it, and a mask was torn off, revealing the other, slightly thin, chiseled face below.

Although they had already been mentally prepared for the identity of this person, when they saw the most famous, the most famous, the most fierce and terrifying face in the entire continent, all the ministers let out an exclamation in unison, and a few of them still screamed in shock.

Only the Prime Minister did not exclaim or scream, and her eyes were full of joy and relief when she looked at him.

The black magic fluctuations that had begun to permeate suddenly contracted, and all of them were attached to the queen's body. The Queen's figure was completely invisible, and became an object wrapped in black mist. And he finally let go of his hand, and although he looked tired, he breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at the prime minister who was watching him.

Outside the hall, the swordsmen of the Holy Knights had approached. But it was only close, after all, Rodhart and Bishop Javi told them to stand too far away, and although they were both moving quickly, it seemed to be a little late.

Rodhart on the ground struggled to his feet, but even that was hard to stand, let alone do anything.

Finally, all the black fluctuations automatically retracted and immersed in the queen's body, but this person's face suddenly froze, and he looked up at the outside of the hall.

At the same time, a strange whistling came from outside the dormitory.

Almost all the ministers were sent to look out of the dormitory. It's not that they don't care about the queen, but because this voice is too strong, too intense, too murderous and imposing, just hearing this voice almost has the illusion that they are being torn apart, so they all turn to look at it out of their knee-jerk reaction.

The sound was made by a sword, a sword that stabbed the members of the Paladins in mid-air towards the man in the dormitory.

It wasn't a sword, a river, a sea, a bolt of lightning. All who saw it had an inexplicable delusion.

It was obviously a sword in mid-air, but it was as fast and amazing as the Yangtze River, which flowed endlessly, and the sea was as fast and furious as lightning. So much so that everyone went to look at the sword, but no one saw the cardinal with the sword.

Bishop Javi's figure was almost entirely submerged in the splendor and momentum of the sword, and it was impossible to tell whether he was holding the sword or the sword stabbing at him.

It was almost just a strange impression that looked like a river, a sea, and electricity, and then all everyone saw a snow-white and brilliant white light that crossed time and space and went directly from the outside of the hall to the palace, and the tip of this light was aimed at the person standing in front of the queen's bed. Only a few people with good eyesight could see that on the trail of this light, the swordsman of the Holy Knights, who had just barely stood up after being kicked out, had turned into a piece of debris and flew away like a mud doll barely made of mud that had been beaten with a stick.

Whatever it is, at the top of this light, it will become the clay doll that is shattered. Whoever sees Bishop Javi's sword light should feel like this. And what about the man who stands at the top of the light now?

When the man saw the sword in mid-air, the man drew a knife from behind him, this knife was pitch black in color and ancient in shape, and there was nothing strange about it, but he used it to slash at this light that seemed to stab anything to pieces.

No one heard the sound, at least not in the dormitory, for they had been thrown away by the sudden flow of air before they heard it. But the swordsmen of the Holy Knights outside heard it and saw it. I saw that incomparable sword light collide with the rock-like knife, and then the loud bang lifted the people around and the bed next to the person and threw it into the air.

That brilliant sword light had shattered. The sword was shattered from Bishop Javi's hand, and Bishop Javi's jaw had cracked, and his seemingly omnipotent body, which had been as indomitable as the light, staggered back, his face flushed at first, then faded to a paper-like pale, and a trace of purple-red blood spilled from his mouth.