The knight's neck was not cut off.

Instead, he was stabbed through the middle by a sharp and strong spear head, and finally the flesh that was still adherent on both sides was torn off by the force of the stabbing force, and the head fell off.

This is the efficiency of [Dragon Hunt] Onstein against the Knights of Battle.

This legendary knight, who has enjoyed a great reputation since the time of the Ancient Dragon War, is only entangled with the knight for a moment.

After a moment, see the flaw clearly, and the blow is fatal.

The sound of Ongstein's boots coming from the corner.

The dragon lance was lifted diagonally, and blood was still dripping from the head of the spear.

Shalivan looked up at the knight above.

A mind that is disturbed by ambition is fine with careful and bold layouts, but after a setback, it is difficult to calm down.

A crisp crash of steel sounded.

The Yu'er Shika next to him frowned when he heard Shalivan despise his brother so nakedly, even on his face, which was always expressionless.

A warrior like Onstein, who has been through too many battles and is therefore unfazed, is the type that Shalivan considers the most tricky.

The beast he had transformed with a priesthood was stabbed to death.

The elegant and noble steed had its head up, and the knight on the horse had just lowered his left hand.

Leonard was the first to react, and the staff he was casting magic put away, and pulled out the crescent sword at his waist.

But under the papal crown, Shaliwan's cold eyes did not look at Gwendrin next to Lan.

On the way, he saw the defeat of his men.

He had never seen the power of heroes and legends who were active in the age of fire.

Anyway, it must be a bunch of powerful magic bombarding indiscriminately.

The Darkmoon Pope, who was already alone, could only maintain his phantom body while hiding in the dead corners of the building, trying to escape from here.

The gap between the status and the status quo made Shaliwan feel that his heart was about to burn.

Ongstein's breathing rate was steady, which showed that he was not tired, or even impatient.

It was supposed to be part of Shalivan's shoulder bone.

Shalivan said coldly, and the god of the dark moon was choked, almost as if he was about to vomit out a mouthful of blood.

It was the rooftop of an Irushir building, and the brick surface that had been sprayed by the dragon flame was still scorched and steaming.

And then Shaliwan had time to look towards the place where the projectile had been launched.

Combined with his extraordinary height and the length of the Greatsword of Sinful Karma, even standing underneath can threaten the demon hunters above.

Although the death of the soul body does not make the main body die synchronously, the damage is also very large, and even if it dies continuously in a short period of time, the main body will most likely die.

It's a chilling pose.

The twin swords curled up around Sullivan into a chakra of fire and magic!

The Dark Moon Pope swept around, and these soul bodies that suddenly appeared must not have come to help for no reason.

This was followed by a series of 'stabs' sword draws, and it was the silver knights around Yuer Shika who reacted.

What kind of small characters are these?

It only took a turn to break under the building where Lan En was.

Even Eldridge, who colluded with him, was nothing more than a 'dregs' who had been burned and then woken up.

The gorgeously dressed Darkmoon Pope suddenly appeared in the midst of a group of people.

Shalivan could only watch his works being cleared one by one.

Shalivan held his twin swords and stepped back cautiously.

Because just now, in front of Shalivan, Onstein was less than half a second after he put on this assault posture.

"Needless to say, I will not spare you! Rebel against God! ”

He himself spent time and energy just to unite Eldridge and the bishops in the secluded church, starting from a hundred years ago!

Why?

Is it just the ridiculous behavior of the god of the dark moon who only hurts the portraits of the ancient times?!

Sure enough, in the next moment, Shalivan's eyes widened because of Onstein's posture.

But it was unexpected

"Whew!"

It was an ignorant and cold figure standing in the middle of the silver knight, dressed in a white gauze skirt.

Princess Yu'er Shika!

"All I care about now is who made my plan go wrong, but I certainly won't be him. Because he is gullible, weak, and foolish. Although he is called the king of gods, he is nothing more than that. ”

A wisp of hot breath wafted from the corner of the golden lion's visor and mouth.

Cleared by people he wouldn't normally even look at.

If it weren't for the speed of the crescent moon curved sword, and the fact that his soul power was not consumed much just now, he might have been cut in half on the spot!

Hazel was blindsided by the sudden change in the enemy, and it was Kirk who pulled her to the side so that she was not swept up in the whirlwind.

Onstein had already brought the dragon lance to his waist, and the head of the spear was pointed at Shalivan on the opposite side.

Under the golden lion's mask, the eyes were as cold as this snowy night.

However, the Shadow Sun, which has always paid attention to grace and majesty, did not say much at this time.

Shalivan's eyes rolled around, trying to find a way to survive.

What the hell is going on?!

Why did the Protoss suddenly pop up with these characters?!

And now, even Onstein is not the most threatening person in the city.

The feel of the gun head is wrong.

A supersonic projectile hit him directly at the next foothold!

In the circle of people who surrounded it, Leonard was the first to be slashed out by the powerful Shalivan!

The sword of sinful karma ignites the fire of sinful karma, and the greatsword of punishment lights up with a deep glow of magic.

He barely stood up, his pale hand reaching out in Shalivan's direction.

Sure enough, Shalivan, whose shoulder was lifted by the blade of the gun on the opposite side, quickly dissipated like green smoke.

After all, he was too young, and although he was known as the youngest and most accomplished magician, he was born in this declining world after all.

A cold question came from under the lion's helmet.

If there is no one to thread the needle and thread these forces, why should they all appear in Ilusil at this critical time and tear their plans to pieces?!

The judging Pope re-raised his twin swords, his tall figure condescendingly observing the enemies around him.

"We really haven't seen it. You didn't show up in Irusir, or I wouldn't have remembered. ”

An apprentice in a yellow-clad researcher's hat, a knight covered in thorns, a scimitar warrior who can do magic with both hands at best, and a female knight in the Land of Twilight.

The chaotic combination can only be regarded as an eye-catching combat effectiveness.

And a tall steed appeared on it carrying two people and a cat.

"It's weird." Lan on horseback smiled kindly, and he didn't respond to Shalivan's question.

It was a long time before the first sentence was spoken.

But when he glanced back, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The Silver Knights are still rigidly guarding the meaningless mansion, but the Souls can lure equally rigid enemies through.

"With all due respect, I don't need forgiveness from such a weak waste as you."

"So, that's all there is to it? Rebels? ”

"Wow~!"

And in this chaotic and declining world, it is not easy to gather the summoning emblems of such a group of warriors.

But now, he has become a lost dog.

But he's only just taken two steps.

"Bang!"

"Hello for the first time, Your Excellency."

"Huh?"

The head of the dragon lance grazed against Shalivan's shoulder, bringing up a fist-sized mixture of flesh and bone.

His eyes rolled wildly, and when he confirmed that there was chaos around him and no one was noticing, Shalivan quietly changed his direction.

"Didn't the Pope greet the gods he worshipped first?"

Any one of them, Shaliwan is confident that he can solve them in a few minutes, and most of the jewelry on his hands will not be messed up.

The dragon lance pierced through the flesh with ease, and then the golden thunder erupted from the spear, destroying all of the beast's biological activity in an instant.

But after a shot was stabbed, Onstein suddenly pulled away, and then the lion's helmet made his rounds.

Originally, Lan En thought that the Pope, who was well-known as a genius magician, looked fierce with the two swords in his hand, but they should be just catalysts such as 'magic swords'.

What's more, there is also the huge flying dragon, as well as the legendary knights of the god generation, and the unnamed descendants of the god clan!

And even in this state of movement with a very changing center of gravity, his steps are still stable and accurate, showing his super high attainments in swordsmanship.

Many of the people present were similar to him, but Onstein was different.

Even when passing by these little people, they have to try to keep their pace and breathing down to maintain their transfiguration magic.

This group of souls must have been summoned by someone.

The sin karmic sword in Shaliwan's hand was very reluctantly raised, and it was difficult to block the thrust that Onstein was so fast that he couldn't react a little.

But the witcher didn't seem to care at all about the powerful 'magician' who had already slashed his twin swords to his side.

The souls that came out of nowhere are working with the Silver Knights to eradicate rebellion.

Shalivan spun in circles with two swords in his hand, his steps steady but wide.

He had even fought the Elder Dragons under the projection of King Gwyn's Spear of Sunshine.

Shaliwan's already highly tense body, with a reflex twitch, the magic of the phantom body also failed.

It's not magic, and two swords aren't magic swords! It's a serious weapon!

Ordinary people just carried a huge long sword with great difficulty, and Shaliwan swung it like a wheel in one hand!

Just now, the mountain behind Arnoor Lund was blown up with a blow!

An attack that inflicts geological changes, even under the control of the Nameless King, caused a small earthquake to occur in Irushir.

He was already in poor shape.

Even a thoughtful person like Shalivan couldn't help but be shocked by that movement.

Although Shalivan was really outstanding as a magician, the difference in the feel between the phantom fake body and the real flesh and blood body still made Onstein immediately distinguish.

He patted the flannel ball on the unicorn's head and pointed in the direction.

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