196. Death or Life (4)

Follow the layers of holes in the wall like a passage, and the final killing move arrives. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The knight's sword in Duke Gaslonia's hand pointed at Duke Almac, who was protected by silver in his arms.

In terms of speed, on the contrary, Silver is slightly superior to this paladin, but if you add the burden in your arms, it will fall into inferiority.

Coupled with the bonus of the raid, Duke Gaslonia has every chance to hit Van .

If there is no obstacle.

"That's it!!"

Just as the group of old guys in the command post were about to start the operation, an unexpected character appeared.

Wearing a white mask with traditional Xibai craftsmanship on his face and a pure black cloak, it seems that the character's positioning overlaps with that of the silver is attacking the Duke of Gaslonia from the side.

Her sword was invisible, and it seemed that she was just trying to force the other party back, but there was no doubt that it was a paladin-level sword, a sword that even the Paladin-level Duke Gaslonia had to treat with caution.

"I am a Kamen Paladin, and I swear that I will protect Duke Almac!!"

Duke Gaslonia blocked the opponent's attack with a pale face, was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Knight Sephilia, you want to ...... Hindering me?"

"I'm not a Sephilia, I'm a Kamen Paladin. The paladin, who could not tell his gender under the cover of his cloak and armor, said calmly: "Entrusted by someone to protect the safety of Duke Almac. ”

"Sephilia GJ!, worthy of my harem, well done!!"

Van gave a thumbs up to the Guardian in front of him.

"Please respect yourself, Duke Almac, I have never been a member of your harem!!"

“......”

“......”

“......”

"Hey, it's ~~~~~~ stuffed," Fan said with a grin, "Isabella calculates me, so I have to calculate her once, so it will probably take her a long time to deal with the messed up relationships." Hehe, I'm really bad. ”

"I see. Duke Gaslonia's words were tinged with sadness: "It seems that we are useless, is Her Majesty determined to abandon us soldiers who are fighting at the forefront?"

"The brilliance of Xibai, the brilliance of the knight, is about to be subverted by dirty politics, as a knight, don't you feel heartache?"

"I'm ...... Kamen Paladin!!" squeezed out this sentence stiffly, and the paladin poured all his feelings into his long sword, and slashed at the other party with all his might.

Even a half-baked paladin is still a paladin, originally with excellent bloodlines and talents, relying on the longing for a certain senior, the masquerade paladin masquerade who advanced to a paladin in one breath blocked all the attacks of the Duke of Gaslonia.

At this point, the raid in Sibai was completely bankrupt, and the scene fell into a delicate stalemate.

Everyone in the room understood that this was only a brief stalemate, and that it only took a small opportunity to completely unbalance the forces at both ends of the scale.

And that opportunity is clearly coming.

On the seafront side outside the makeshift command post, Balzac was crushing Bass, who was wounded in his hand and desperately stalling for time.

But the real opportunity is not here, but on the other side of the inland.

There, Dihar Ann Hart was covered in blood.

Throwing off the arm that was tightly wrapped around him, the arm that had lost contact with his body fell to the ground like garbage.

In front of him was Alfonso, a mad cow who had been slashed from his club.

His arms had long since detached from his body, and there was no one left intact on his body, and he had turned into a bloody man, and he still pestered the old paladin.

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you!!Absolutely kill you!!"

Roaring like that, Alfonso lowered his head and slammed into the old knight in front of him.

The handsome old man silently swung the long sword in his hand diagonally upward.

The next moment, Alfonso's body was cut diagonally and turned into two.

His lower body relied on inertia and took a few steps forward before falling, while his upper body had already fallen to the ground with a thud.

Even so, the paladin's strong vitality still supports him, allowing him to continue to live.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

Resting his chin on the ground, writhing on the ground like a worm, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose and severed places as if infinite, Alfonso still approached the handsome old man of the Leon family little by little.

Expressionless, Dihar stepped forward and stabbed his sword downwards into Alfonso's heart.

Trembling all over, the last of his strength gradually dissipated as his heart was destroyed, and the incredibly tenacious paladin finally stopped all his movements.

After a chivalric salute of respect to the corpse on the ground, Dihar leaped to his feet and rushed like an arrow to the makeshift command post.

Inside the makeshift command post, Philippe Capet was in the middle of the battle.

[What am I fighting here for?]

In order to gain something, to protect something, to change something, so that he had to fight with his weapon in his hand, this is what Philippe Capet learned in the jihad.

But at this moment, Philip had doubts.

Why should I protect the Duke of Almac, why should I, as a prince, as the commander of the whole army, protect a person with a lower status than myself?

Because...... She's Nagi's younger brother?

Thinking of this, Philip's heart throbbed for a while, and the movements in his hands subconsciously slowed down.

If his opponent is a person of the same level as him, then this moment of hesitation will not cause any consequences at all, even if the opponent is a paladin, if it is a strength type or a defensive paladin, he may not be able to seize the moment when the flaw is exposed.

However, his opponent is Reinhardt, a seasoned paladin who prides himself on his speed.

It only takes a moment to suffice, Reinhardt's goal is not to eliminate the prince in front of him, or if he accidentally kills him, Reinhardt will feel even more headache, he does not want to form a mortal enmity with the royal family of a country.

From the very beginning, Reinhardt's goal was only van.

With the help of this flaw, Reinhardt instantly rushed towards Philip.

The next moment, as if turning into smoke, the silver-white hero forcibly twisted through the interception of His Royal Highness the Prince.

At this moment, Philip still has a chance, if he risks his life and exchanges his life for his life, he may be able to stop Reinhardt's surprise attack.

However, at this moment, he hesitated again.

The faint aching feeling in his heart, as well as a certain madly bred suspicion and resentment of betrayal, slowed his movements.

[It's a matter of course to be unable to stop a paladin, and no one will say anything about it......]

This moment of hesitation made the result doomed.

Reinhardt managed to break through the barriers, and the fragile balance was first upset here.

Nagi was up against the shield knight who was the worst for her, and she was a little out of touch against an enemy as strong as a wall, and she could only watch Reinhardt's breakthrough when she was blocked from the perimeter.

Nagi knew Philip as well as he knew her, and the years of fighting together had given her a full understanding of the limits of Philippe Capet's companion.

Therefore, she was the only one who saw through Philip's hesitation and hesitation.

"Hmph!!" the Duke of Pons de Toulouse, who had always shown himself to be sickly, was an old man with sharp eyes but hunched over, as if he had been injected with vitality all at once, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.

It was the power of the paladin.

No one could have imagined that this old man, who had always seemed extremely weak and even needed the help of others to move around, was also a dignified paladin.

He gently pushed away the daughter who was holding him beside him, and drew the bayonet sword hidden in the crutches.

However, at this moment, fate played a bad joke on him, and he suddenly coughed violently, trembling up and down, as if he were going to cough out his lungs as well, which made his movements stop abruptly.

Mortal's godfather, Duke Raymond, although this old man is burly, he is not a paladin after all, because of his age, he has degraded to the extent that he is not even as good as Philip, and can only watch Philip turn into smoke and twist past him at the speed of light.

After that, there was no obstacle in sight, and at the end of a smooth road, the Assassin of the Duke of Almac in his arms.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and luck was still on Reinhardt's side, and the handsome old Dyhar was back inside the building through the big hole that Alfonso had hit, but he was on the other side of the room, not the side where Silver and Fan were.

At this moment, even if Dihar wanted to help, he was already powerless.

"Silver, you're ready to flash, when it comes to familiarity with the city, you're far above that guy!!"

Listening to the words of the man in her arms, Silver quickly made a decision, and she tried to rush out through the series of large holes in the wall.

Even if she was dragged down by Fan, Silver was still quite confident in her speed, and she believed that as long as she could dodge the paladin's initial attack, she would be able to rely on her proud speed and Bol's complex terrain to maneuver around the opponent.

However, Reinhardt did not give Miss Assassin such a chance.

The silver-white hero snapped his fingers, causing the bayonet sword in his hand to shoot out.

The bayonet turned into a thin line and shot forward at a speed like light.

The light penetrates everything that stands in its way.

Van der Almac had a tiny, barely visible red dot on his forehead.

The small red dot gradually spread, and a slight line of blood flowed from it.

Fan's smart eyes gradually became cloudy, and he seemed dazed, whether he was innocent, cunning, self-righteous, stupid, cute with a sweet smile, or coquettish to those close to him, all expressions disappeared from his face at that moment.

His head hung limply, strangely tilted to the side......

The senior sister sent a congratulatory telegram, saying that the head was just a useless ornament...... (To be continued.) )