There are as many knights as ants under their feet, armor rubbing armor, spears hitting swords, and all kinds of noisy and piercing sounds converge into a piece, like the grim laughter of death, which makes people tremble with fear. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, in this noisy and tense environment, old Vernon, who fell in mid-air, looked down at the ants under his feet, and suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, oh, remembered, seven years ago, when his count was not dead, didn't he encounter such a situation? The shaman and countless ugly orcs were under siege, and it would not have been easy to leave calmly with the Earl, who was more intellectually focused and had almost zero force value, but then he still led his Count out of the siege, and even saved the Bishop of Mass, who was only a priest of the Holy See at the time, so if he could escape safely from a more dangerous and difficult situation than today, how could these ants stop him?

Could it be that they are even more difficult than the core three races of the Lich Court?

Or is his strength different from what it used to be, and what he needs to do now is not only to leave, but also to kill everyone at his feet?

But these are just problems that can be solved with more effort and time.

Is it difficult?

Old Vernon tugged at the corners of his lips, his meticulous white silver hair embellished him with disdain for him who was always indifferent in mid-air, he rarely had this kind of normal human emotion, not that he was not human, in fact, Old Vernon always knew that he was not essentially different from normal humans, and he would also age and bleed. The point is that he walks so fast that few people can keep up with him, so that he is getting farther and farther away from humanity, and not only is it human, but even the Titan, who is closest to God, and the shaman, who is said to be God's closest servant, has serious doubts about whether he is really human or not.

What did the shamanic high priest Alasto, who had to unleash imprisoning magic even if he ended up paying for his life, to prevent him from recovering from his injuries?

Tanato?

One of the gods of the North?

Old Vernon's eyes, which had always been dim, suddenly sharpened, finally realized why he suddenly remembered these boring old things.

Then, just do what you did back then.

......

At least 10 or so spears suddenly stood up, blocking all the space for old Vernon to land, and it was simply an attempt to make old Vernon pay the price of blood first, but this method wanted to besiege a sword saint naturally could only be infinitely close to whimsy, almost violating the law of strength, there was no point of borrowing force in mid-air, and the old Vernon, who was originally facing down, was at the same time as the knight raised the spear, his old body twisted in mid-air at an almost unbelievable angle, and suddenly turned into two hands down, and his white-gloved palm suddenly held the tip of one of the spears, and then suddenly exerted force, and the spear bent, The knight holding the spear was suddenly directly bounced up by a powerful force, and finally inevitably lost control of the spear in his hand, and his entire body wearing armor was also thrown up fiercely, smashing down on the knights around him, and the violent impact of armor and armor was not only him, but even several knights who were hit by him were also bright red in their mouths and noses, fell to the ground, and completely lost their breath of life.

And that's not all.

Just grabbed a spear, and just had a space to stand on the ground, completely ignoring the howling and charging of the knights around him, old Vernon immediately locked on Count Clark and others who were standing in front of the door of Earl Clark's mansion, and then, the spear containing domineering power suddenly took off his hand and flew straight to the throat of the burly Earl Clark, the momentum was strong, even if Count Clark's strength was definitely the first sequence in the imperial capital, but he still didn't dare to use the giant sword in his hand to resist this brilliant spear like a meteor, so he could only dodge, allowing the spear to penetrate the chest of a knight behind him who had no time to react, and with the knight's corpse, he was nailed to the gate of the Earl's Palace, the tip of the gun still trembled violently.

It turned out to be the tail of the gun penetrating the armor penetrating the knight?

Earl Clark, who was not embarrassed, looked particularly gloomy.

Is this the power of Juggernaut?

Compared to Count Rodrian, who was still able to control the horror beside Clark, Viscount Atlante was simply horrified, and he didn't dare to imagine that if the target of this spear was him, he would end up a little more dignified than that of Clark's knight.

In the field.

It seemed to be just a shock, old Vernon obviously had no intention of capturing the thief and the king, threw out the spear, he turned to face the many knights on the right side of his body, and took a step forward from the gap between a spear and a big sword with peak agility, his white gloves suddenly appeared in the throat of a knight, and before the sound of the throat bone shattering was permeated, he turned around again, and indifferently hit the chest of another knight, as the lines on the knight's bright armor gradually spread, he was soon surrounded by corpses, and in this series of processes, old Vernon never seized any spear or big sword, as before, he always trusts only his fists and his palms, which leads to the fact that even if he is surrounded by corpses, there is hardly a conspicuous scene of blood in his hands or on the ground.

But sometimes, the silent killing is far more terrible than the bloody killing.

And then it may have been the desperation caused by this white terror, and the knights around him were also quickly hysterical with fear.

The knight howled and charged.

But although the number shows no signs of decreasing at all, Old Vernon is still easy to slaughter, with ease, this is the inevitable result of the disparity in strength, you must not think that as long as you are a knight of the empire, you must be strong, you must have at least level 6 or above the strength of the fighting spirit, in fact, the strength of the family subordinate knights is absolutely proportional to the strength of all aspects of the family, just like the Viscount Atlante, who has not been in the Stamford District for a long time, it is unrealistic to expect him to be able to raise a group of powerful knights; Not long ago, more than 20 elite knights from Counts' Rowrien Palace died at the feet of old Vernon, so there are indeed a lot of knights here, but there are really not many truly powerful knights.

Of course, the more important reason why old Vernon is relaxed is still in Count Clark, which can also be seen from the eyes of the iron-faced Rodrian, who looked at Clark beside him from time to time.

Count Clark and his elite knights remained indifferent and did not go to battle.

The nobles of the empire, especially the nobles of the empire in peacetime, can only be best at having great friendships on the surface, and secretly stabbing the knife and trying their best to kill the black hand, so although the entire Stamford district seems to be united in the same hatred at the moment, in some details, the operation must still not hesitate, for example, at this time, since the first choice of this terrible old man from the wasteland is the knights on both sides of him, anyway, if he wants to kill this terrible sword master through the accumulation of corpses, why sacrifice his elite knights? Wouldn't it be better to have a knight from another family act as cannon fodder?

Besides, he and his elite knights are going to play a decisive role, and this is far from the end of the day.

Therefore, Count Clark, who was always gloomy, simply ignored Rodrian's hatred and Atlante's hatred, and just fixed his eyes firmly on the terrible old man in the field, carefully observing his movements, looking for a fatal opportunity, and waiting for the final ending.

And during this period, the more Clark looked, the more shocked he became.

He himself has a strong level 9 fighting power, and he must have a deeper feeling for the strength of this old man than Rodrian and others, so looking at the fact that almost every time the old man swings his fist, he can take away the life of a knight, he gradually realizes that this old man's control and use of power has reached a terrible level, for example, the same power and the same goal, maybe he needs two punches to kill a knight, but for this old man, he will always only need one punch, what does this mean, in addition to means that the old man's understanding of strength can be called against the sky, it also means that the old man's body structure of human beings is extremely clear, because he can always find the deadliest and most vulnerable parts of human beings, such as the throat, heart, neck, etc., which is simply terrifying to the point of suffocation.

Earl Clark's gloomy face finally grew frightened and puzzled.

It was already quite unbelievable that a sword master should come out of that sinful and barren place in the wasteland, and now, no matter how you look at it, this terrible sword master seems to exist entirely for killing, and it is even more inexplicable - what kind of secrets are there in the wasteland, why is there such a terrible old man, and is this old man's loyal object Alfred really just a guilty family exiled?

For the first time, Clark felt so strongly that the Empire absolutely needed to reopen its face to the abandoned prison of the wasteland.

Old Vernon still kills.

Randomly choked the throat of a knight in front of him, he didn't look back, but like a pair of eyes behind him, the spear hadn't had a chance to touch his tuxedo, and his arm was twisted at an incredible angle, clenched into a fist, as if waiting for the knight behind him to take the initiative to bump over, and it directly exuded a powerful force and instantly shattered the latter's heart, as simple and crisp as ever, and as always, no one could get close to his body, until the end, although he never used the blade, but the blood from his mouth and nose on the ground due to the fragmentation of internal organs had already spread, and the corpse in that place almost made his feet have no place to land。

From left to right, he is always in a fixed range, slaughtering and harvesting the lives of knights, and wherever he appears, there is hell.

What was particularly terrifying was that his movements were always so indifferent and concise, his breathing was always smooth and steady, and there was no sign of exhaustion at all.

Therefore, because of simplicity, it is cruel, and because it is stable, it is unbreakable.

Finally, as he dragged a spear and the knight in front of him, easily crushing the opponent's throat bone, and a knight in the knight group completely collapsed, almost crying out the word 'demon', panic and fear inevitably spread completely.

The knights do have the consciousness to give their lives for their faith, but in the face of such an endless slaughter, an invincible demon, no one will feel that there is any point in them charging like this, and then dying.

Under the shadow of fear, they are nothing more than human beings.

......

No one dared to come near his side anymore.

Stepping on the corpse and looking around, the old man who stood indifferently was still meticulous with silver hair.

This year, the old man from the abandoned wasteland easily subverted this huge and flashy imperial capital.

On this day, the old man from the abandoned wasteland made the imperial capital, and even the entire Holy Empire, the entire continent once again remember how powerful the Sword Saint was who had not appeared on the stage of the continent for a long time.

At this moment, the entire Stanford district looked at the old man who was stepping on the corpse and blood, and no one dared to make any sound.

Like gods, like demons. (To be continued.) )