"What? Not doing your best? ”

The low voice of the Silver Armor Knight shook the surroundings, and it was obvious that he was extremely angry: "You are insulting my honor!" Your Majesty! The Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre is not afraid of death, but lives only for the mission! ”

"I'm sorry that my words hurt you, I can fight with all my might, but this way, your life may not be saved."

Her playful tone completely angered the other party, "Your Majesty, even if you make a move, I will not show mercy!" Come on! ”

With that, the Silver-Armored Knight strode forward and slashed with the weapon in his hand.

But this time, it was as if the black-armored knight had changed, her speed had almost doubled, she easily avoided the mace's attack, and clenched her last weapon, the fist with the iron hand armor.

"Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, take care of it!" The black steel armor fist was wrapped in a huge force and struck out.

"Boom!" The duke's first punch slammed into the opponent's hand holding the weapon, and the armor on the back of the hand was distorted, and the huge palm had to open due to severe pain, and the mace fell to the mud.

(What?) This speed and power...... The silver-armored knight, who had lost his weapon, shuddered and hurriedly withdrew his hand to defend himself.

The black-armored knight poked her toes under the handle of the mace, and with a clever flick, the mace on the ground flew vertically, and she swiped it with her right hand, holding it firmly in her palm.

"I've got this weapon!"

"Boom!" The mace dodged the defense of the arm and struck the underside of the silver breastplate, the plate armor of the abdomen was dented in, and the sharp fragments of chain mail were embedded in the flesh, and the knight in the silver armor resisted the sharp pain with amazing perseverance, and immediately protected his abdomen with the arm armor.

But the black-armored knight was too fast, not at all like the speed of wearing full-body plate armor, she flexibly turned her wrist, and then turned to attack the opponent's knee.

"Dang!" The knee pads were beaten out of shape.

"It's dangerous!" The knight in silver armor marveled, glad he had escaped. (Fortunately, the armor in this area is thick enough, otherwise the patella would have shattered.) ）

With the duke's quick movements, those iron-gray hairs fluttered in the air, and the silver-armored knight stretched out a huge palm, wanting to grab those beautiful long hairs, but the other party suddenly squatted down, causing him to grab the air and lose his balance, "Dang!" "Another blow to the side of the knee.

There were no heavy knee pads to stand in the way, and the spikes on the mace easily pierced through the chain mail at the joints and dug deep into the flesh.

He could no longer support his heavy body, and the stout Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre fell to his knees, his right arm propped up on the ground, allowing the Black-Armored Knight to reach his head without jumping.

Seeing that the silver giant helmet in front of her was defenseless, the Duke raised the mace in his right hand high, and wanted to use all his strength for this blow, but she glanced distractedly and saw the anxious expressions of Baron Jason's family.

His little grandson was weeping over his grandfather's defeat, when the boy broke free from the adult's hand and rushed desperately to the jousting arena, where he was soon stopped and forcibly picked up by a soldier, who kicked and beat him in the soldier's arms, crying and shouting in a childish voice: "Please! Spare my grandfather! ”

Seeing the child's sad eyes, she immediately thought of her newborn child, thought of her father, and at that time she was just like this boy, desperate and unable to save the lives of her loved ones, she knew the feeling of frustration that she was powerless, and knew how painful it was to lose her loved ones.

"Hey!" The Duke sighed lightly, his heart softened, and the strength in his hand plummeted by half.

"Boom!" The spikes of the mace struck one of the rivets of the silver helmet, and the visor lost its grip and flew away, revealing Baron Jason's terrified face.

The black-armored female knight smiled, and then stomped at the silver breastplate, and the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre suddenly lost his balance and fell to a cloud of mud, facing the clear blue sky, unable to do anything but breathe.

He heard shouts from all directions, excited and angry: "Win! Long live His Majesty the Duke! Chop off that old guy's head! ”

A shadow blocked the sky, and a beautiful face appeared in view, and he looked at the sharp silver-gray eyes, which faintly radiated light.

(This is the true strength of the Duchess of Valstad, the Midknight family and the Star Mystic Sect, the result of the convergence of these two divine bloodlines, is really as powerful as the Valkyrie Minerva......

It's all over, she has passed the test, and I have completed my family mission, goodbye, dear family, may you be happy. He prayed in his heart and silently waited for his fate.

Duke Salantos Midknight threw away the mace in her hand, and she picked up the knight's half-sword on the ground, pointing the tip of her sword stained with horse blood in the other's eyes.

"Baron Jason Stronghowd, are you satisfied with my performance? Am I a worthy heir? Do you have the right to step into the tombs of my ancestors? ”

"Ahem...... You have passed the test of your ancestors, Your Majesty, there is no doubt that you have the blood of Emperor Salolière in your veins, I have fulfilled my mission as the guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, now you can execute me, and my family will take you to the entrance of the mausoleum. ”

"Why not throw in the towel? You should know, Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, I have the heart to spare your life. ”

"Your Majesty, I want to make a perfect end to my knightly career, I'm old, I don't want to die on the sickbed in ten or twenty years, and I have to bother my family to serve me, the battlefield and the martial arts field are the best graves for knights, let's do it."

"Don't prevaricate me with these high-sounding words! I know what you're thinking in your old bastard's mind, it's better to die than to lose to an untrained knight, to a woman! Yes and no? ”

Baron Jason pursed his lips and silently acknowledged. Suddenly, he felt droplets of water drip onto his face.

"You don't have to cry for me...... Your Majesty, this is my mission. ”

"I'm not crying for you! Turn your stupid head sideways, Baron Jason, and look at your family and their desperate expressions! For you, your little grandson dares to attack my soldiers! Say that! Surrender to me! ”

Even if he is as resolute as the guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, he can't help but be moved to tears, "I can't bear to look at it...... I know they love me, but my sense of honor ...... I can't ......."

"Is that all your damned, macho self-esteem so important? Fuck the oath! Fuck the honors! Don't give up on life casually! Your family needs you! Even if you're sick in bed! It's all about being alive! The Duke sobbed and cursed.

(She's been wounded, deep down in her heart.) Baron Jason choked up.

"You're right...... Your Majesty, fuck the pride!

I, Jason Stronghowd, Keeper of the Holy Sepulchre, accept the fact that I have been defeated!

I give up! Please spare my life! ”