"Wizard Richard!" Cyril exclaimed, just looking at everyone knew that Marshall in front of him was no longer a person, and he walked over with a broad sword murderously, even if he had a weapon, he was not an opponent at all, and he lost in momentum.

"Stop screaming." He Shan glanced at Richard, who was sitting calmly in place, "That guy has already run away." ”

He is worthy of being a genius in the illusion department, and when he pronounced the word monster, the calamity on his body fluctuated more violently than Marshall's, leaving a phantom through the voice, and quietly climbed the window and flew away.

Cyril didn't know why, and in the next second there was nothing else in his mind, only fear.

The ironclad knight, who was covered in buckets, got closer and closer, and he stopped thinking completely.

"Can it trigger fear in people's hearts?" He Shan easily suppressed the signs of fear that surged in his heart, for a fighter whose will was comparable to steel and could not pass the security check naked, as long as he did not die and his faith did not collapse, he could completely ignore all negative states.

But to be able to arouse his fear also means that this thing is very high.

Fear is not his spontaneous feeling, but this thing is sent into his heart, if this thing is a monster, then the wizard who can kill and use the monster is probably not as weak as he imagined.

Think about it, too, how can the disaster that destroys the world be weak.

"Snap" He Shan's fingers pinched the broadsword under the split, the target of this iron can is very direct, that is, Cyril, there seem to be some stories in it that can be delved into, or find out the process of the formation of monsters, but he is not interested.

"Enough of the excitement." He Shan said calmly, stretched out his hand as if bullying a child, and flicked it lightly on the head of the tin can.

"Boom!" The aura of calamity above exploded along with the iron skull, and the headless knight slowly dissipated, leaving behind only a rusty broadsword.

"This monster is immortal, Lord Heshan." Richard flew in through the window without changing his face, and the phantom left in the seat was shattered synchronously, "Generally speaking, monsters are pure magic products, and any low magic plane will give birth to these charming cuties when they break through the boundary." ”

"Wizards can capture and use the materials on monsters to process and utilize, or draw the purest magic from them."

"But not including it." He shook his head helplessly, "The scientific name of the tin can just now is the Knight of Judgment, and it will execute betrayers and criminals, and it will not die, it is a special thing, under normal circumstances, only countless coincidences can be pieced together to give birth to such an existence." ”

"So far, of the more than 9,600 known lower demon planes that have broken through the boundary, only five Judgment Knights have been born, and we have only captured and exiled two of them."

"The plane where the remaining three Judgment Knights are located has been quarantined and has become a high-risk plane."

"That's it?" He Shan was a little surprised, although this tin can has something, it is really not strong, it can be killed with a flick of the fingers, and it can also make the wizarding civilization across the plane helpless?

"The Knight of Judgment exists in magic, but also in the scars, and every judgment makes it continue to grow stronger, and as long as there are betrayers and criminals, it will be endless, not so much a monster as a virus, a virus transmitted through magic." Richard said solemnly.

"Magic virus, an interesting adjective." He Shan understands that feelings can't be solved at all, fundamentally speaking, it belongs to the pathological reaction of the scourge of magic, a special magic aggregate born based on a series of coincidences, and judges the enemy through a certain emotion and obtains a buff.

As long as the rules of its magic remain, it can be infinitely reborn and stronger, and only for betrayers and criminals—

Any betrayer and criminal who is defined by thought and emotion without legal restrictions will be so wide that it is unacceptable for anyone.

Maybe if you just spit on you, you will be considered a criminal by the cleanliness addict, and then you will have to be judged, what is the difference between this and indiscriminate killing of innocents?

"I'm sorry, I think our cooperation is going to be cancelled." Richard showed a constipated expression that he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, "Once the Judge Knight appears, the academy detects the abnormal fluctuation of magic, and will immediately withdraw the mentor and teleportation channel, and the entire plane will be sealed by the legendary wizard. ”

"So you're never going back?" He Shan suddenly realized that since the Judgment Knight was a magic virus, it would definitely be able to spread through magic, and it just so happened that wizards were the best transmission carriers, and the magic in their bodies was simply the best regenerative soil for the Judgment Knights.

"It's not just me, it's the entire plane that will be abandoned." Richard let out a sigh of relief.

"Except for you."

……

City of Potdington, the city guard post.

"Lord Baron Campbell, what are you here for?" The knight held the hilt of his sword, blocking Arnold and Fergil's path.

Virgil put his index finger and thumb in his mouth and whistled loudly.

"Boom!" The short-tailed arrow slid into the knight's forehead with precision.

"Kill these knights, take over the entire city, and—" Virgil smiled excitedly, "three days of revelry!" ”

"Long live the Boss!!"

"Master Arnold!!"

The crooked pirates and the former bandits scattered with uneven cheers.

"You don't expect them to take down Potdingston." Virgil asked in a deep voice with a smile after his men were gone.

Don't look at them rushing into the city so simply with weapons, this is because of the convenience provided by Arnold's identity.

Not to mention the city defense army, it is the personal guard raised by other nobles, these crooked melons and cracked dates can't solve it, and they can't solve any problems if they go in and loot.

"It's not that simple." Arnold was silent for a long time, and then smiled peacefully, "While Colin betrayed me, they overlooked a very important matter. ”

"In addition to being Baron Campbell, Andrew's younger brother, I am also an instructor who used to be Campbell's executioner, and the real master of the lower town."

The illegitimate sons of Andrew and Arnold were able to overthrow the rule of the old earl, not by recklessness and assassination.

Rather, he conquered the city in real terms.

Arnold thought that his old subordinates should have been purged by his brother, and even the gangs in the lower city should not recognize him at all.

But the truth is that when he took the initiative to show his ambition and began to find out the news through the Night Raven, a familiar person approached him.

"Mr. Fergill, long time no see." The white-haired, lame old man walked from the side of the street, and dozens of orderly men took all the corpses away and packed up the sentry.

"Old Dunn......" muttered Fergill, the old man, Andrew's White Glove, who had been tasked with assisting Arnold in ruling the Lower Cities.