"Is there a god above the stars?"

-- A "heretic"

"No, if Oisinos really comes to Constantine, even William will not be able to guarantee your safety, even if it is the aftermath of the battle. As Furcy expected, when Furcy told Haysom what he thought, he was met with opposition.

"I will discuss this matter with my uncle, and now I should improve my strength, and I believe that he will make arrangements if I disagree. Furcy believed that William would agree with him, but no one knew when the battle would come, and what Hayzen said was not unreasonable, once the battle began, no one could guarantee his safety, and he had to improve his strength as much as possible in this limited time.

Compared to those who study elemental science and occultism, majoring in physique can be said to be smooth and simple. The cultivation method of physique has been modified to perfection under the efforts of countless people, and the divine breath obtained by cultivating physique scholars is constantly tempered, and the divine breath of the first to seventh order is stored in the veins of the whole body to strengthen the body, and what Fursie is doing now is not trying to absorb the divine breath between heaven and earth. No matter how much the breath of the gods is, if the body as a container is not good enough, the future development will also be hindered. Therefore, Felsey has always taken exercising his body as his main cultivation method, and has not deliberately obtained the breath of God. Although he still looks very thin now, he is no longer the weak noble son he was back then.

"Then," a strange twinkle flashed in Haysen's eyes, "come with me." ”

In some dark corner of Constantine, a thin-looking "man" put down the body of a woman who had been sucked dry, wiped the dark red blood from the corner of his mouth, and then glanced at the sunlight projected on the wall in the distance, and turned to dive deeper into the darker alley.

"Do you want to leave when you've eaten clean?!" Just as the "man" was about to be completely engulfed in darkness, a tall man suddenly appeared behind him, wearing a cloak with a red cross on it, and a crown of thorns embroidered with silver silk thread on the chest of the cloak. After the "man" heard this voice, his expression suddenly tightened, as if he had suddenly gained the power of the wind god, and rushed into the depths of the alley without looking back.

"Elemental Bondage of Light. Seeing this, the tall man did not show a panicked look, as if he had expected this scene, his right hand pointed forward, and a shining light immediately erupted from the depths of the alley, and at the same time a heart-rending cry came from the center of the white light. However, the man did not walk towards the fading white light, but silently took out a small silver cross from his wide cloak, and then shot the cross into the stone slab deep in the alley.

"Elemental Soul Purifying Flame. At the same time, the man's mouth had just finished a string of jerky syllables, and the cross in front of him suddenly became huge, and at the same time as the cross became larger, many spells emitting white light surrounded the white light that had not yet dissipated, and the next moment the white flames went straight into the sky, but at the same time as this shocking scene occurred, in an inconspicuous corner, a bat spread its wings and was about to fly.

"Elemental Heavenly Spear. The man in the cloak did not miss this detail, and a spear with a flame of light suddenly condensed behind him, and in the blink of an eye, the bat was nailed to the ground, and only then a mournful cry from the soul came from the man's ears.

"I already have the strength of a baron, but I don't have the baron's combat experience, and it seems that there are a lot of problems in the inheritance of the blood clan now. The man put the cloak upside down on his head, picked up the cross in front of him, and glanced around seemingly casually, before he walked up to the deceased and quietly read a Bible, closing the woman's eyes wide with horror. And such killings and counter-killings have also quietly unfolded in various unknown corners of Constantine City, and the Inquisition, which has learned about the changes of the blood clan, has finally pulled out the weapon in its hand and has become the "sword of Damox" hanging over the head of the blood clan in Constantine City.

It's just that a long time after the tall man in the cloak left, a cloud of blood-colored smoke suddenly rose from the bat that had already been shot through, and these smoke gradually turned into the appearance of a young man with a gloomy face, looking coldly at the surrounding environment.

"It seems that the Inquisition has already sensed my actions, so the plan to forage for food through other low-level blood clans can only be put aside for a while, but next time you will not face such a simple situation, and before I arrive, you will enjoy the great gift I have given you. The blood-colored smoke gradually turned into a blood-colored bat, and flew far away outside the city of Constantine, but in this quiet and uninhabited alley, a chilling cold wind suddenly blew, as if the gates of hell had been opened at this moment.

In a huge room on the third basement floor of the Inquisition, Furcy had no idea what was happening on the ground of the city, and all he had in front of him were a few weapons: a spear forged from dark black metal, a broadsword that reflected the cold light, a large shield with sharp edges, a double-edged axe about his height, and a long-handled scythe stained with blood.

"You now have to learn how to use the necessary weapons and equipment of knights, because knights require that they can still do normal defense in the face of enemies several times their own, so knights have higher requirements for physical strength, strength, and endurance than other professions, and your physical fitness is far from enough for a trainee knight, you must continue to strengthen your body during this time, and be familiar with one of the weapons. Haysom walked up to Furcy and looked down at him slightly. Although Foxy was a noble son before, it did not represent the enough nutrition he had received since he was a child, after all, the nobleman's three meals paid too much attention to etiquette and could not eat too much, and then his family collapsed, and he was also displaced, until he had a fit and chose to embark on the road of knighthood before he began to pay attention to physical exercise. Now he can only be said to be comparable to many young adults, but he still does not meet the conditions of a knight.

"Now, pick up the weapon of your choice. Hayzen's voice was soft, but it was like an irresistible command, influencing Furcy's actions.

Francie walked up to the weapons, which he had never seen in his previous life, and although he had seen swords and other weapons when he was a noble son, most of them were the weapons of the family's guards, or the weapons of the executioner who cut off the heads of his family. Now, if he really took up weapons, he suddenly had some different emotions in his heart, as if if he had picked up these weapons, he would really become a murderer.

"In this world, you can't rely on people completely, and if you are cowardly when you make a move, or if you don't have the courage to take up arms, if you don't have the courage to face the blood you're going to stain, then we won't help you anymore, because you're worthless. Don't think I'm saying it's cruel, when you really face it alone, you will find that many things are far more cruel than you think. You don't think the Bloods are aliens, but when you meet a fellow human infidel, will you raise your weapon?" Haysen's every word struck a blow to Furcy's heart, and Furcy thought of the fall of the family that night, and the battle on the Twilight Strip the other day. He suddenly found that he still retained some of the hesitation and kindness of his previous life, and he had tried his best to be cold, but there was still some cowardice and simplicity in his character. It's not that he's ignorant, it's just that he's seen and faced not enough of it, and he hasn't thought of it enough, and if he can really find his sister in the future, he may face more people and things, so he can't hesitate or waver anymore. Thinking of this, Foxie's eyes once again flashed with determination and coldness, and he exhaled heavily, as if he had made up his mind again, closed his eyes and stretched out his right hand.

"The broadsword, although cumbersome, can be attacked and defended. Francie stroked the broadsword that glowed faintly because of the reflected light, and his mind once again remembered that snowy night in Constantine, the broadsword pointed at his back, the biting cold wind, the cold words. He didn't want to be the one who was pointed at the sword anymore, he wanted to be the one who held the sword.

"That's your choice, are you sure?" Hazen raised his eyebrows slightly, squinting at Furcy, the choice that he didn't expect. He had thought that Felsey would choose the most offensive spear or the most defensive shield, but he just chose a decent broadsword, and this time he couldn't see through the young man's ambitions.

"From the heart, if you choose, you will not change. There was no more vacillation or struggle in Furcy's eyes, and the only thing left was firmness.

"The broadsword, as the most used knightly standard equipment, can be used both offensively and defensively. Instead of talking nonsense, Hazen pulled out an identical broadsword from the weapon rack next to him, "The most basic sword has a total of seven styles - picking, chopping, blocking, stabbing, dancing, chopping, and splitting. However, if you just listen to what I say, it is estimated that it will be difficult to comprehend these sword styles in a short period of time, so we must use some more effective methods. ”

"What's more effective?" Before Furcy could react, a broadsword slashed at his right shoulder.

"Bang-" The two broadswords sparked subtle sparks, and Foxy only felt that his right arm was almost unconscious, and the sword just now came suddenly, and he was also in a hurry, completely defenseless.

"This is the more effective method, and then I will fight you with pure skill, all you have to do is observe the sword I use in the middle of the battle. I'm not a knight, I'm just an assassin, but I can teach you the most basic fighting skills. The sword just now is considered a reminder. Haysom didn't give Furcy much time to rest and think. What he wanted was for Furcy to perceive his own sword moves in the battle with him, and to imprint these basic moves deeply in his soul and become Furcy's subconscious reaction.

Bright lights filled the huge room, and Foxie's hands drooped limply, and now his vision was only a blur, sweat dripping from all over his body like rain. He couldn't remember the first few days of training, and all that was left of his memory was the seven basic sword styles that kept flashing in his mind like totemic symbols.

"This kid really has a heart that yearns for the strong. Hayzen put his hand on the hilt of his broadsword and looked at Furcy who was swaying in front of him. He didn't expect this kid to be so desperate. A week of high-intensity hell training, every sword style can be used no less, a thousand times, even the average Inquisition stalker can only withstand such training three or four times a year, and the training time is not as long as Falsy.

"This is not what I expected, what should I teach him next? Hazen twisted his neck, lifted his broadsword, and strode towards Furcy.

"Block, pick, split, dance. When the figure appeared again in his blurred vision, four basic sword styles instantly appeared in Felsey's mind, and he didn't think much about anything else, he took a deep breath, and clenched the broadsword in his hand to meet the "enemy". At the moment when he rushed out, there was an extra footprint full of sweat on the dry stone floor, as if the sweat had already soaked through the hard stone slab.