While! Dangdang!

The crisp sound of sword strikes resounded on the battlefield.

Continuous, tight and loud.

Hundreds of militiamen stopped the battle in a daze, looking at the young man, who was fighting bloodily with one enemy and ten.

There were sixteen people surrounding the boy, Lord Baron Miller and fifteen knights under his command!

However, the morale of the militia contingent, which was obviously inferior in numbers, was high, shouting:

"Lord Neil will win!"

"Lucius of the Black Horn, brave and fearless!"

Miller looked around at the rebel militia with an ugly face.

Neil, the kid, actually caught up with him with the team, and the Coru and the four knights who had led the team disappeared without a trace, and the result can be imagined.

Miller couldn't imagine how Neil had hidden his strength for two years under his nose, and how the other party could carry a cross sword and fight a dozen knights without falling behind.

The other party's thumb was obviously cut off by his own hands!

Miller was incredulous.

He looked up and saw that in the distance, two people were facing each other.

The two sides are his friend, Baron Karl, the lord of Libo, and Baron Shabaitai, who is the lord of Yadan.

"Damn it!"

Miller couldn't help but curse.

The failure of his sneak attack plan is obviously the ghost of his nephew!

"Get out of the way!"

Miller snorted in indignation.

Heavily armed, he drew the Lion Sword at his waist and joined the fray, attacking his nephew Neil with great vigour.

While!!

Miller slashed his sword and slashed at Neil's crosssword.

His inverted bucket-like helmet approached, and beneath the pores, came his suppressed roar:

"You damn bastard! Say! Where did you get your strength? I don't believe you can secretly train such a skill in just two years! ”

Although Neil is already an extraordinary person, he has a weak foundation after all, and he is slightly inferior to his battle-experienced uncle in the competition of strength.

He held the sword in both hands, and he couldn't help but be pressed back.

But Neil's face was not alarmed, but instead showed a sinister smile.

"Miller Dutt, you're scared, I feel you're scared! Hahaha! ”

"Bastard!"

Miller increased his strength and kicked out in a rage.

Boom!

Neil's knees bent at a strange angle against his uncle's shins, and in an instant, his body swirled and danced, and the cross sword kept and quickly exchanged with the lion's sword.

Jingle Bell!!

The more he fought, the more horrified Miller's heart became.

He could see that Neil not only mastered extremely superb swordsmanship, but also possessed extraordinary physical flexibility and agility.

"It's the dance of the flames! You learned mystical powers from a Jordanian priest?! That's impossible! You didn't officially join the church, and that guy wouldn't dare to teach you even if he cared about the old feelings! ”

Miller's tone was strange, mixed with anger and jealousy.

"Thomas, Singh, you guys go together! This bastard must be captured! I'm going to interrogate him! ”

He shouted at the rest of the knights.

Suddenly, a full fifteen sword-wielding knights in heavy armor besieged them.

Neil felt the pressure like never before.

But at this moment, he seemed to have forgotten life and death, and there was only Miller in his eyes, and the cross sword in his hand danced wildly, and his moves pointed at the weak point and Achilles heel of the opponent's armor.

Dangdang! Dangdang!!

The sparks were everywhere, and the sound was terrifying.

The surrounding militia shouted in surprise and retreated.

A few bangs.

After Neal set up Miller's lion sword, he used the flexibility of his body to bend backwards to an inhuman degree, and through inertia deflected several swords, but the number of cross swords that came from all directions was too large, and the leather armor on his shoulders, back, and legs was sliced open, leaving deep sword marks.

Blood flowed, and he fought bloodily.

Even the more you fight, the more courageous you are.

Neil turned into a battlefield beast at this moment, staring at his uncle Miller, overloaded.

The high-intensity battle lasted several minutes later.

Miller, stunned, looked down at the cross-sword full of gaps, which had already pierced his own chain neck guard and stabbed his neck in half.

Blood flowed down the blade of the sword and onto Neil's hand.

And the other party was covered in blood and his face was hideous.

Even on his face, a huge hole was cut, and the bones were visible.

But even so, Neil's bloodshot eyes were still staring at him, and there seemed to be a terrible fire burning in his eyes.

The flame contains hatred and hatred, to devour itself.

"Aren't you wondering, where does my strength come from?"

Neil said in a deep voice.

"It's not the work of the Jordanian pastor, it's the ......"

He stepped forward, almost in front of Miller's helmet, and said in an extremely small voice:

"I give my soul and flesh to the demons!"

Miller's pupils shrank.

"You...... How could you?! ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell straight to the back.

Burst!

Neil also let out the breath that had been stiff at this moment, plopped, and knelt down on one knee, he wanted to support his body with the cross sword, but he heard a soft sound, and the already broken cross sword broke in response.

He fell to the ground, his cheek pressed against the ground and gasping for breath, blood pouring all over the ground.

"Whoop, whoop......"

The crowd was shocked by this scene.

The young man actually carried more than a dozen knights to besiege and brazenly killed Lord Baron Miller!

No one will believe such a deed.

Instead of rushing forward to avenge the lord, Thomas and Singh took off their helmets, looked at the boy on the ground with awe, and respectfully bowed a knightly salute.

The hand armor tapped the breastplate with a clattering sound.

"We admire your courage and strength, Your Excellency Neil Lucius."

Thomas Knight, who was originally Neil's sword instructor, said loudly.

He stepped forward with his cross sword in his hand, his face solemn.

"Rest assured, you will not be humiliated and you will not feel pain."

As he spoke, he raised his knight's sword and prepared to behead Neil.

The rising sun illuminated the battlefield, and the sword reflected the light in a dazzling sheen.

Hundreds of militiamen watched with bated breath, shocked or unbearable.

However.

To everyone's surprise-

Neil actually got back on his feet!

Not only that, but he also picked up his uncle Miller's lion sword, and stood upright, scanning the fifteen knights and the rest of the militia with a fearless expression.

Neil's injuries healed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Including the sword wound on his face, which was deep and bone-seeing!

"Extraordinary power!"

"Miracles?!"

"Incredible! It's incredible! ”

"No...... Wrong! This is not the power of fire! ”

An atmosphere of awe, even fear, is spreading.

The fifteen knights, led by Thomas, took a step back, their expressions of shock and incredulity, staring at the young man.

"Thank you, Lord Snake."

Neil muttered to himself, and opened his eyes.

He burst out:

"Kill!!"

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The war did not last long.

After Neil killed five more knights one after another, the remaining ten knights, including Thomas and Singh, surrendered and expressed their willingness to serve them.

Not to mention the hundreds of militia under his command, who were originally forced by Miller, and now they are back under the rule of the heirs of the Lucius family of the Black Horn Lord, purely in good faith.

Neil simply took this group of people and joined the confrontation between Libo and Yadan on the spot, and under a burst of instigation, he united with Baron Shabaitai, the lord of Yadan, to attack the side of Miller's old friend Baron Carl.

The fight lasted until late in the evening.

Baron Karl was stabbed through the heart by Neil's sword and was killed on the spot, and his knights and militia were scattered.

Neil officially became the Lord of the Black Horn to the cheers of countless people.

Before parting, Baron Shabeth also gave a sterling silver token, solemnly thanking Neil for his warning, if he hadn't sent the old butler Rolf to remind him, he might have been successfully attacked by Miller and Carl.

Gaining the friendship of Baron Sabotay, Neil returned to Pointe-Noire Castle with a great victory.

Late at night.

The lobby of the main building is brightly lit.

Because the original servants were all killed by Neil, Rolf's butler temporarily recruited a dozen young maids from nearby villages to cook a sumptuous table.

Neil sat alone at the table, enjoying the most delicious food in more than two years.

Half a day.

He drank red wine and leaned back in his chair.

Looking around, looking at this house that I have never left since I was a child, I am full of emotion.

"Butler Rolf, you didn't disappoint me."

He spoke softly.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, lord...... This place should have belonged to you, but the Dutt family is like a bandit and has taken over this place. ”

The old housekeeper touched the scene and shed tears.

Neil knew that this guy was half true and half acting, but he didn't expose it, just sighed with emotion.

He finally got his revenge, but for some reason, he felt empty.

Before encountering supernatural powers, Neil may be happy to live in the Black Horn Lord, enjoying the status and power of the lord.

But now, his ambitions don't stop there.

Neil wants to get out and see, wants to climb higher mountains.

And in this process, he could not do without the help of the Great Being.

"Thank you, Lord Serpent, praise you for making me successful in my revenge...... I will also fulfill my vow to serve you all my life! ”

Neil put down the dishes, folded his hands, closed his eyes and bowed his head.

Pray earnestly in your heart.

"It seems that you are not willing to stay in this poor country."

Chen Lun said lightly.

Although Neil was surprised that the other party saw through what he was thinking, he did not make a fuss, but responded sincerely:

"Yes, Lord Snake...... I want to continue on the path of transcendence until I reach the top, and I implore your help! ”

"Harvest requires effort, and I think you should understand that."

"Of course I do!"

Neil said firmly in his heart.

"The humble Neallucius will be your pious servant, driven by your will, even if it is at all costs!"

"Good."

The serpent's calm voice came, and the conversation immediately changed:

"But before you can do that, you need to deal with the ...... of the Church of Redemption"

"Huh?"

Neil couldn't help but look surprised.

And yet in the next second.

The door to the main building of Fort Noire opened with a bang.

Syllable!

Four blue-robed missionaries strode in with Bibles in hand.

They each held a candle in their hands, and at the back, a gray-haired Jordanian priest followed, his brow slightly furrowed, and his eyes looked at Neil at the table with a slightly worried look.

"I'm sorry, Neil, it's all for your own good."

The Jordanian pastor said in a deep voice.

Another pastor at the head said indifferently in a businesslike tone:

"Neallucius, we suspect that you have been demonically possessed, and that you must now be tested by the Church of Redemption, and you must not resist or flee without permission...... Otherwise, we will have no choice but to take coercive measures! ”

(End of chapter)