"Didn't you hear? She said no. ”

Anthea's screams with all her strength still echoed in her ears, slowly placing Mr. Caesar, who was barely hanging for her life, on the ground, Nagi raised her head and said coldly to the man in the air who thought he was superior.

"So what?" Pulling Ancia into his arms and tapping his magic finger on the girl's temple, Barack lowered his head and rose from Nagi, looking around at the people scattered around the room, his disdainful gaze slid over Joan, Joan, Chersugan and the others, and then raised his head slightly, "Do you guys have any grievances?"

In this not very spacious living room, there are strong people from all over the pan-continent gathered at this moment, and any one of them is a one-in-a-million existence, and in their respective groups, they are all among the best. However, now these proud sons of the sky, who have rarely tasted the setbacks of failure, are now falling to the ground one by one, facing the arrogant Barack, experiencing only the frustration of powerlessness.

"In the name of God, sanction—"

Standing up from the humanoid hole in the wall with his hands on the banner, Joan of Arc, who tried to charge at Belak again, was knocked out by a spell thrown out by Berak before he could even stand firmly, and even though the Heroic Spirit's recovery power was amazing, if the disparity in strength reached such a terrifying level, it seemed that no matter how many attempts were in vain.

"It's unreasonable! How strong is this, this guy!"

The dagger slipped quietly from her hand to the wooden floor, and she sat on her knees tremblingly, Joan looked at the powerful being above her head like a god, in her opinion, both Baldwin and Joan of Arc were invincible powerhouses who could easily suppress themselves. However, even they seemed to be as vulnerable to Belak as a three-year-old child fighting a wrestler, and although she was not seriously injured, her will to fight had already been extinguished, and if it weren't for the dignity of being a knight of punishment to restrain her, Joan felt that she would have used her abilities to escape like a coward by now.

"It's ridiculous, is this what you claim to be chivalry, and the evil magician can kill this imp with the slightest flick of a finger?"

In the living room now, except for Nagi and Dewen, even Victoria, who had never made a move, squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, but as if she was very dissatisfied, Berak snorted coldly through her nostrils and asked loudly.

Baldwin, who knelt on one knee with his leprosy-infested body in support of his sword, looked up to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he was dumb and unable to utter a word. In the face of the existence that could easily beat himself into serious injuries, Baldwin found that he had nothing to say, he doubted that he could take a blow from Barack now, of course, he was told that he was infected with an incurable disease when he was a child, and he was not afraid of death that could come at any time, but even if he spoke out to refute something, in the face of the huge difference in strength, he was extremely powerless. As a king, Baldwin could die honorably for his people, for the holy city he had sworn to defend, and he could not die in such a deserted place for the sake of bravery.

Lowering his head again, Baldwin finally chose to remain silent, he didn't have any meaningless obligation to give his life for a girl he didn't know, he had done his best, and no one would criticize him for not saving him - though, for some reason, Baldwin always felt like he had done something bad and couldn't settle down.

Whoever it is, say something for me, even if it is in vain, say something for this girl named Anthea, tell that arrogant fellow what the real hero is—Baldwin thought to himself.

"Is that your choice?"

The long silence lasted for a long time, until Barack's voice echoed through the room again, and still no one stood up to defend themselves, and everyone chose the smartest thing to do - silence, no one wanted to be the first bird to be shot.

"Mingzhe, well, you have done a good job!" Obviously no one resisted him, but Barack's face was dark and terrifying, he showed a demonic smile, and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "This is the knights who can sacrifice everything to the gods in order to cut out the evil, this is the knights who once swore under the sword of canonizing you that they are willing to sacrifice their lives to save women and children and the weak!"

Somewhat nervously raising his head nearly fifty degrees, Barack gazed at the empty ceiling with an affectionate gaze, his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, and he saw the millennium of time from the overthrow of the magicians to the reign of the knights today.

"How righteous, how noble, how great, my dear knights. ”

"Your sword is wielded by the weak, and the point of your sword is where God is. ”

"You will never be confused about the decapitation of evil magicians. ”

"Because you are righteous, justice will not fail, will it?"

Falling into a state of madness, seeing the ridiculous face of Barack, who was constantly refreshing the new trends in the art world, Nagi could not feel the slightest smile, and Barack's troubadour-like words seemed to praise the knights of noble character, but for everyone present, it was undoubtedly a great mockery. Nagi can understand Barac's feelings, and the reason why she has endured until now is because she wants to prove herself to these knights who were knocked down in battle, and prove that she is an existence that adheres to the creed of knights and will never compromise with the enemy in spirit.

"It's not your fault......"

However, when Nagi lowered her head and saw Caesar still in a coma due to serious injuries, she felt that she couldn't be angry with the knights who chose to be silent, if everyone was so stupid as Caesar that they didn't even value their own lives for the sake of faith, the knight would have been extinct in this world of survival of the fittest.

"Stand up, stand up and fight, if you don't fight, I'm going to kill this little imp!" Pressing his fingers against Anthea's temple with a finger that could burst out at any moment, Belak roared at a silent knight, "Or do you want to see her taken away by me, and then made into a vessel for séance alone in despair and helplessness?"

Is it this the same weak guy who overthrew the rule of the noble magician a thousand years ago, and left his fellow citizens to suffer for a long time? Barack would never want to admit the fact that he never minded playing the role of a villain, and all he wanted was to be worthy of the rival he was competing with.