"Puff"

Marshall drew the blade of his sword and covered the earl's son's mouth and nose, admiring the knight who had previously defied him as he fell to the ground with a look of disbelief.

In the sound of the throat snorting and leaking, he gradually became excited, and that's it, as long as he kills it, he can prove his loyalty, his nobility, and his own ......

Waiting until the knight in front of him died completely, Marshall's head calmed down a little, he didn't expect his luck to be so good, he happened to meet the earl's son returning from outside, pretended to talk, and stepped forward to wipe the guard knight's neck with a sword.

"Now I just need to kill Cyril, I can still escape with this little as a hostage" Marshall looked down, a little stunned, because he was too nervous, he kept squeezing hard, completely ignoring the child's struggle, and now he was already a corpse in his arms.

"What can I do about this......

Marshall's tone was a little flustered, but the corners of his mouth were quietly curled.

This time happened to be the hollow period of the City Lord's Mansion, Marshall had been going back and forth in the City Lord's Mansion for a long time, too familiar with the terrain and the time and route of the guard shift, after quickly disposing of the two corpses, one large and one small, he estimated the time difference, calmly passed through several lines of defense, and touched the castle without attracting anyone's attention.

No one would believe that he, the son of a groom, would assassinate the Count.

"Marshall, what are you here for?" Outside the restaurant, the impatient guard asked in a low voice, and the sound of knives and forks colliding with the plates inside was faintly visible.

Marshall was about to enter the dining room on the grounds that he had something to report to the Count, but when he heard a familiar voice in the dining room, his brain was congested, and his anger burned what little sanity he had left.

"I ......"

"Whatever you come" Marshall's hoarse voice and the sudden pause made the guards a little dissatisfied, in order not to displease the earl who was dining inside, he strode in front of Marshall's side, and as soon as he spoke, a dagger silently stabbed him in the throat.

"Uh~ah" The voice was not very loud, Marshall covered his mouth, and with a hard stroke, the throat was broken, and only a thin layer of skin was still attached to his neck.

"Whew~" Marshall stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on his face and chest indiscriminately, but the more he wiped it, the more impatient he became, he pulled out the water bag, poured it from his head, and suddenly relaxed a lot.

"Knight Chief, this traitor." He muttered to himself, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

"Peng!" The door to the dining room was kicked open, and Marshall, who was wet and bloodied, appeared in front of everyone.

"Marshall, what are you here for?" Knight Colin shouted a shout.

"I'm sorry, Lord Richard, Lord Heshan, for making you laugh." Cyril's face sank and he sincerely apologized.

On the occasion of entertaining distinguished guests, letting an embarrassed son of a groom break in is simply a slap in the face.

Marshall looked around, and he saw the Knight of Collin, the foreigner, and the wizard......

"You traitors!" His voice was low, with an eerie smell.

"Damn bitch!" The chief Knight of Colin was furious, he managed to gain the trust of the Earl, and attended such an important lunch, but this scumbag, the son of a groom, whom he had ignored from beginning to end, actually ran out disgustingly.

He consciously put down his knife and got up and walked towards Marshall.

"Get out!"

"Poof" Colin didn't see exactly when Marshall's sword was released, only the sound of the broadsword breaking through the air and entering the flesh, his head rose into the air, and the remaining consciousness finally saw countless black ominous breaths sweeping over him.

"Monster ......" Richard's face became extremely ugly, and he couldn't help but whisper it.

He Shan put down the knife and fork in his hand, and the Marshall knight opposite him had been wrapped in a strong aura of calamity, even the naked eyes of mortals could see countless black smoke flowing out of his seven orifices, lingering around him, and his entire face turned blank after being cleaned by black gas, and a complete set of dark iron armor slowly took shape.

In just a few seconds, a pair of scarlet eyes opened, and a hollow and mechanical voice sounded:

"Traitors, they all have to die!"

Meanwhile, Potdingston City, Uptown, somewhere mansion.

"Priest, when are we going to do it?" The one-eyed scaly man knelt on the ground and asked softly.

"The prophesied Knights of Judgment have arrived, and our opportunity is approaching." Demi, the scaly man who was rescued by He Shan, reverently placed her hands on the scales of her shoulder blades and said in an almost murmuring voice.

"The port of Potdingston will surely capsize, and when the Lord of Death comes, the Sage will lead us to reclaim everything."

"Just ......"

There was some hesitation in Demi's eyes, she was not talking to the scaly man behind her, but she was strengthening her faith.

It is her destiny to sacrifice herself to create the prophesied Knight of Judgment and the Lord of Death, and she is the victim of the pre-dawn in the prophecy, but ......

All the prophecies came true, only this one, she actually survived, which made the scale people full of suspicion about her, she was supposed to be resurrected as the Holy Spirit by the Holy One after everything was over, she actually returned to the clan alive, and was subjected to countless suspicions, and many people suspected that she had done other things that she should not have done in order to survive.

After a series of criticisms, she lost all her high status and went to Pordingston Harbor with the King's orders, responsible for ensuring the correct operation of the prophecy and turning Pordingston Harbor into ruins, thus giving birth to the superior monster of the Judgment Knights, the Death Lord.

Once the Death Lord is born, everything is different.

Demi was born as a sacrificer, because she was the Holy Spirit chosen by the prophecy, and every step of the first half of her life was in accordance with the prophecy, but one day the prophecy was suddenly broken, and she felt extremely confused.

Especially when she was with that alien, the terrifying strength that the other party occasionally showed the tip of the iceberg made her heart tremble.

What's wrong with the prophecy? Why did she survive? What if everything doesn't go according to prophecy? What is she paying for in her life?

The look in Demi's eyes became more and more confused, and the sudden foreigner broke the prophecy, what will be the end of the future of Port Potdingston?

She didn't know, but she could only believe in prophecy, in the Holy One, in ......

"Redeem me, a sinner, O great saint."

Demi no longer hesitated, slowly peeled off her clothes, the jade-like scales slowly dyed a wisp of black, she reached out and cut the artery in her wrist, and translucent blood belonging to the scaly man gushed out.