Sure enough, seeing Prince Ferdinand standing tall and supervising the battle, not moving at all, all the fearless knights had their brains ringing, forgetting life and death in an instant, and roared reflexively: "Protect the Prince!" immediately raised the blazing sword, and rushed towards the blurred Grand Master with all his might, using the power of heartbeat to predict the time, accurately charging over, slashing the air in front of Ferdinand, trying to complete the "mutual destruction" blow between the lightning and flint. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fearless knights swarmed away, and the King's Guard was also greatly inspired, and they all wanted to show themselves, and suddenly the black and white armor mixed together, and rushed towards the Grand Master.

The Grand Master shot straight at Ferdinand like a looming meteor trail, and the Black and White Knight was like a swarm of swarms that suddenly converged, and the black pressure gathered in the path of the meteor.

Hundreds of knights charged, some slashed into the air with a sword, some slashed the armor of the Grand Master, and some were pressed into the blender, and in an instant their bodies were shattered to the ground, leaving only an unrecognizable shape of their bodies, and they fell to the ground with a sway.

In this thrilling second, 100 knights proved their loyalty, and the red carpet was littered with corpses, as if they had been crushed by a stone mill.

But the Grand Master who charged straight was so easy to lock on, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed through more than 30 knights who had died like a can, but he had been stabbed more than a dozen times, and more than sixty had already slashed into the air in front of him, waiting for him, and Ferdinand was still some distance away from him, and if he continued to rush over, he would only be cut into pulp in 0.5 seconds.

Ferdinand had trained the Fearless Knight to great skill, and the tactic of "slashing the trajectory" was effective, causing the Grand Master to suffer serious injuries. With an average Divine Power of 260, the Dreadnought Knight's Guard is enough to kill the Grand Master, making them a destructive force to be reckoned with.

The Grand Master changed his tactics in the flash of light, suddenly twisted the brakes, slowed down from a blurred light to the silhouette of a person, shouted furiously and raised the captured flaming sword, firmly blocked the top of his head, and held up the criss-crossing four blades, and then swept wildly with his right arm, the Black Cross drill was as indestructible as a logging chainsaw, and when it touched the armor like a red-hot knife touching butter, it cut into it without resistance, spraying sparks, and easily dividing the four knights in mid-air into eight sections.

And when the Grand Master stood with his legs split, his armor had been cut to pieces, his cry was hoarse, and the coronal wheel on his helmet had been cut off in half, like an elk with its right horn broken. As he killed four knights in an instant, he kept letting out a monosyllabic roar, like a victorious beast roaring on the top of a mountain.

Ferdinand shouted: "His speed has slowed down significantly, he is bleeding! Rush forward, the battle will tear his scars and make him weaker and weaker, and you will get stronger and stronger!"

Because the Grand Master stopped abruptly in the charge, the remaining sixty or so swords were slashed to the ground with a "clang". Then all the knights turned their heads, and saw the bloodied Grand Master blocking and counter-killing with bows on the left and right, and immediately understood the intention of the Grand Master to stop the charge: he could no longer withstand the sixty swords from behind.

This made the knights excited, and they pounced on the Grand Master who was tired of parrying.

The Grand Master stabbed a knight to death, slashing his armor with two or three swords in a defensive vacuum, and with each swords he blocked, more enemies would swarm and slash at his waistcoat, thighs, and shoulders that he could not defend. The attack was raindrops, and he stood in the pouring rain.

The shoulder tags on his shoulders had been cut off, and the skin of his shoulder blades was peeled, and when he roared and dismembered the black-armored knight, he was like rain, and he could no longer distinguish whether the blood on his body was heavenly or his own. His armor was already in rags, and he had hundreds of wounds scattered all over his body, and even if he used steely muscle fibers to squeeze and stop the bleeding, the action of the battle would cause the clotted blood scab to burst back open.

White mist erupted from the Teutonic knight's helmet, and the lone wolf was already panting.

Ferdinand finally began to walk, pacing up and down the highest staircase with his hands behind his back, and always turning his head to stare at the besieged Grand Master, his eyes filled with contempt and triumph.

As soon as the "invisible charge" is cracked by well-trained tactics, St. Peter will sink into this positional battle and go to a dead end of no return.

The conclusion has probably been reached: even the paladin Peter, wielding the hereditary sword of the Teutonic Knights, cannot be a hundred.

But the Grand Master would not accept defeat, and he suddenly gave up his defenses, and was slashed in the back by four swords, and the precious arterial blood spurted into the sky with a luminous brilliance like molten steel, but he stabbed a knight with his spear in his hand, and rushed at Ferdinand, shouting hoarsely: "Ferdinand, I am willing to shed my last drop of blood to send you to hell!"

The whirling black cross drill struck the knights behind him one after another, piercing them into sugar gourds one after another, and then being shattered into three or four pieces with different hands and feet by the whirling drill, and flew into the sky one after another;

More knights swarmed up and slashed the Grand Master's knee, but the man, like a persevering weightlifter, stood up with a trembling knee and roared back with a blow, brutally shattering the enemy within two meters into sparks and minced meat.

In the night, the sharp sound of the grinding wheel cutting the steel plate was heard one after another around the Grand Master, and the vigorous and bright sparks exploded one after another.

And the hereditary sword, which was full of fire elements, gradually entered a state of full power rotation, and became a sharp weapon for processing steel, and the knight's armor was as soft as paraffin in front of it, and the blocker was invincible!

Ferdinand waved his hand and shouted: "The assassin's back armor has been broken, the forbidden army has stepped forward and opened fire!"

The old king stood on the second floor of the palace, looking at Ferdinand's back like a monster, amazed at how cruel he could give orders without guilt.

The guns crackled like thin drums, and the buckshot rained off the heavy armor of the knights, and the Grand Master was always shuddered when it hit him on the back.

Grand Master is like trekking through a blizzard, killing several people for every step forward on the red carpet.

The red carpet has been dyed black by oxidized blood.

But the hereditary sword became more and more ferocious, turning into a pitch-black cone, the outline was almost transparent, and the naked eye could only see the ripples wriggling on the drill, as if it was slowly rippling and dancing.

Ferdinand exclaimed: "It is indeed a technology left over from ancient civilizations, worthy of being the second-ranked imperial soldier, and even better than the ideal messenger." (To be continued.) )