Like a plow, the Grand Master turned over the soil and forced it towards the palace, accumulating two rows of hills of mud beside the red carpet. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The figures besieging the Grand Master grew thinner and thinner, from a dense few dozen to a dozen scattered figures, and when the Grand Master stepped up the first steps of the palace with certainty, only a few fearless knights were left staring at the Grand Master breathlessly.

Behind Grand Master, on both sides of the red carpet, hands and feet have been piled up like two low walls, making the straight red carpet look like a newly dug grave.

Late summer flies have begun to drop on the corpses. The stench was so stinking that even the forbidden army vomited.

The flames of the flaming sword were all extinguished.

The Grand Master's armor had been stripped to pieces, and his left arm had been cut off, hanging like a soft cotton strip on his body, and he could no longer grasp the blade of his sword with his hands. He was panting and spewing white mist, his flaming eyes as miserable as oil lamps about to end, but still humming and whirling "spears" sideways, he moved up the stairs with murderous vigour, approaching Ferdinand, his pace as slow as that of a centenarian.

When the forbidden army ran out of gunpowder, they drew their swords and gathered around the palace like a tide. The sound of killing shook the sky.

The horses' hooves thundered on the Avenue of Heroes, and the roar of the Habsburg dragoons shook the hundreds. The Empire's most elite soldiers have finally arrived.

The three dreadnought knights were panting and repeatedly fighting their thoughts: his teammates had determined that the Grand Master had lost more than two-fifths of his blood, and that he had already run out of oil, and that he could go up and make up for it. Wanting to make a meritorious service before the dragoons, they rushed forward one after another, slashing the Grand Master in desperation, and then being crushed one after another.

The three remaining fearless knights have been delayed so far, and finally they feel that the Grand Master is already angry, and this time it is absolutely right, and he will definitely be able to win it in one fell swoop. They looked at each other and decided to make a difference.

Then they swarmed up.

The slow-paced Grand Master suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering roar, and suddenly returned to the light, as agile as a saber-toothed tiger, his body floated to the left, dodging a sword that passed by, so he staggered shoulder-to-shoulder with the No. 1 Dreadnought Knight, and immediately raised his elbow with a horizontal spear, and smashed the No. 1 Knight with an elbow, and the drill was just aimed at the No. 2 Knight, so he stabbed through the waist of No. 2 with a flying shot.

Number 2 suddenly felt his body flutter, his heart and stomach swaying in the air, and he fell down heavily, and then the heavy sword he was holding slashed hard at the Grand Master's left shoulder. Because he was cut in half, his arm had no strength, and he only wanted the habit of the heavy sword to slash the collarbone of the Grand Master, and it was better to cut his artery.

However, the Grand Master twisted his body cunningly, and coldly used his crippled left arm to cushion the sword.

Knight No. 2 was defeated, unwillingly losing consciousness and falling to the ground with a bang.

Grand Master's left arm was even more badly wasted, and the blood was dripping down his five fingers. And the right arm of the Grand Master also soured into the bone marrow. He has been wielding a two-meter-long heavy sword with one hand, and he has not stopped for a moment, causing a large amount of metabolic waste to accumulate in the cells, which cannot be digested, and the muscle fibers in his right arm are extremely overdrawn.

But he controlled himself like an ascetic, still rose to strength, roared and swept with his sword, and the whirling sword body smashed on the helmet of Knight No. 3, which suddenly made Knight No. 3's helmet tremble, and sparks soared into the sky, Knight No. 3 seemed to be pressed on a lathe and grinded, and his head was worn out in the blink of an eye, leaving only a smooth cavity, creating a spectacular picture of an active volcano spewing magma, and then staggered two steps and fell down with a bang, and the rapid current that erupted from the neck cavity muddied the layered serum on the ground one by one.

The last knight died, and the black Knights of the Dreadnought and the white King's Guard were wiped out, leaving no survivors. Ferdinand saved 1 ton of gold because there was no bounty payout.

The Grand Master stood on the steps with his waist bowed, carrying a whirling sword, his chest rising and falling violently, and white mist spewing out of his miserable helmet. Then, the mutilated Teutonic helmet suddenly lifted, and two uncertain eyes stared at Ferdinand, spewing out a feasting rage, and the hatred under the visor was revealed with a heavy wheezing:

Ferdinand...... Go to hell and lick my brothers' ass. ”

The Grand Master staggered to his feet, and then he took his greatsword and climbed the stairs with determination.

Ferdinand stood on the highest staircase, overlooking the Grand Master, calmly stretched out his right hand and spread it.

His clerk unsheathed his slender ornamental sword and respectfully handed it to Ferdinand.

"Both of the King's Knights of the Guards are dead in front of the temple - you still want to challenge me?" the Grand Master gasped and sneered, and then with the last of his remaining strength, he steadied his horse, twisted his waist and gathered his strength, and sent a fierce spear like a bamboo, pushing the whirling drill into Ferdinand's left heart!

Ferdinand stood calmly with his hands in his hands, and said to himself casually: "Who told you that I am not a general?" raised his head and drew his sword, and then quickly twisted to one side, letting the drill fly by his belly, and then Ferdinand's footsteps spun, and in an instant he approached the Grand Master's face, staring at the Grand Master's eyes through the blood-stained visor: "I waited for you to rush over so that you could die at my hands." Paladin, Peter. ”

There was a "poof" sound, and when Ferdinand was in his footsteps, the rapier had already stabbed into the broken armor of the Grand Master, piercing under the sternum and stabbing out from under the shoulder blades, like a pin piercing through an insect specimen.

In the deep and bleak night, on the steps of light and darkness, in front of a mountain of corpses, the invincible lone wolf and the cunning fox were glued together, breathing and spitting, and the picture was frozen into a tragic silhouette, because the tip of a sword trembled on the back of the Grand Master.

The charging Praetorian Army gradually stopped. They knew that the assassin had been stabbed through by the Prince.

The clerk looked at all this indifferently. He had long known that Prince Ferdinand possessed a hidden swordsmanship. Like Frederick who hid his combat power and killed the Sith, Ferdinand kept it a secret, making the outside world think that he was powerless except for his clever tongue.

"Take St. Peter alive, and I will move the sea as the sun rises. Thank you for sending me such a prestigious name. Prince Ferdinand glared at the stiff St. Peter and said gently. Then he let go of the hilt of his sword and took a step back.

The golden moon-arc hilt was embedded in the Grand Master's chest, like a superfluous growth.

Then Ferdinand lifted his foot and put it on the hilt of his sword. The Grand Master fell down the stairs from the sky, sliding all the way down like a dinghy, rushing into a pool of blood on the red carpet before stopping. The rapier had long since broken off on his back. Then the Grand Master lay down in the middle of the mountain of corpses, sleeping in a pool of blood, as if in a puddle of water, for the layers of serum rippled in his ears.

There were too many dead, and the mountains of corpses on both sides not only blocked the way for blood to be diverted, but also oozed out in large quantities, making the pools of blood thicker and thicker. In addition, the red carpet absorbs water, causing the blood pool to accumulate into a small pool, and even precipitate out of the upper and lower layers.

The sight was not far from a bloody pestle. (To be continued.) )