Chapter 1158

"Are you... The oath Knight of the church?"

Stunned, lanmalos watched Eugen split in two under the blade of the "Knight", and the broken bones were scattered in the scorched soil. It took a few seconds to react: "no, eboden has no church. How can you have power?!"

The impassive oath Knight glanced sideways. He closed his mouth and decided to speak:

"I'm... Different from them."

"Ah?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." the one armed oath Knight hastily ended the conversation and looked around as if he was looking for something anxiously: "Loren Turin... I mean your Duke Byrne. Where is he now?"

"Duke, I don't know." lanmalos scratched his head. "Er... I only know that the Duke has something else. The world, the Earl of red blood castle, who now commands the army, acter."

"You don't know?"

The oath Knight's face flashed an inexplicable expression, and then suddenly realized something: "wait! You mean... Loren Turin, he's not here or on the battlefield now?!"

"Uh... Probably. Who knows where the Duke is."

Lanmalos shrugged deliberately and vaguely - although he knew it was impossible to tell a sudden stranger.

Even if the other party is his own savior.

Vigilant lanmalos lowered his eyes and looked at the "one armed Knight" in front of him. Intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes fell on the long sword in each other's hands, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

Although the body of the sword was broken, the unique pattern of the secret silver weapon, as well as the grain and counterweight decoration on the handle of the sword, made him recognize the weapon at a glance.

This... The bright star sword of "sage" Brandon I is in this man's hand?!

Who the hell is he?!

Suddenly, lanmalos finally remembered where he had seen this man - it was in the siege camp of silver helmet mountain several years ago when he was collecting the great green sea Centaur!

He clearly remembered that the guy in front of him was sent out of the camp by Lucian and received a weapon he gave!

Lanmalos could not have known more about the position of Lucerne in the Duke's mind; When the Duke was still injured at that time, the people who could let him send him would never be ordinary people.

What does this man... Have to do with the Duke?!

Just as lanmalos was full of question marks and swore that the knight was very anxious and was ready to leave, the scattered Eugen's body suddenly moved.

Lanmallos, who was once a fool, was the first to react, cold hair handstand!

"Wait, that long ear is still alive!"

Almost at the same time as he spoke, the oath knight had knocked him away and stabbed the "bright star" straight into Ogan's body.

"Boom --!!"

The burst fire devoured the oath knight in an instant.

Lanmalos, who flew backward, stared at the figure swallowed up by the fire and turned into ashes.

But in the next second, the figure appeared in the sea of fire again, still holding the sword edge in his hand and waving to Ou Gen.

"Dang --!"

At the moment when the sharp blades hit each other, the gushing flame dissipated like smoke and dust.

Although the swore knight who stood with his sword had only one hand, he blocked the irrational Ogan with both hands holding a knife with his extraordinary strength and a certain degree of strength.

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The suppressed Ogan was so angry that his ferocious face was distorted to the point of being a fierce beast. The flame gushing from the blade was divided into two by the "bright star" and wiped from the side of the oath knight.

Under the hot heat wave, the robes, even hair and skin of the oath Knight were burning; But even though the fire burned his eyebrows, he did not move and kept the beast like Ogan in place.

Seeing that Ogan was suppressed, the surrounding demon hunters pulled out sharp blades and swords and rushed up.

"Don't come!"

Aware of the movement around, the knight immediately began to scold and stopped them: "I haven't suppressed him!"

The suspicious demon hunters were in a dilemma.

"He is an oath Knight of the church and a friend of the Duke. Do as he says!"

Lanmallos, who survived the second time and got up from the ground in a panic, did not have a good face, but still called the demon Hunters: "open the siege and don't let this scum rush out again! Flag officer, where is the flag officer of the phalanx corps?"

"Yes! Yes!"

The battlefield full of smoke and dust can't see people at all, but lanmalos doesn't care about this: "blow in the bugle, take the phalanx army to continue the attack, and press back the long ears!"

"Yes!"

The trumpet sounded and the flag was raised - the scattered phalanx Legion quickly gathered in the direction of the bugle sounded, gave up the team establishment and formed a large-scale phalanx of long guns.

"Byrne, line up!"

"Boom ---! Boom ---! Boom ---! Boom ---!"

The messy footsteps gradually became neat and began to move forward in one round after another.

The war situation reversed and achieved immediate results.

In the face of the reunited and unified Byrne legion, the scattered Elven warriors simply fought for a time - they could easily kill the square soldiers in the front row, but someone in the back row soon made up for it, which was of no help at all.

After several attempts to break through without success, the warrior leaders of the Azores began to assemble their troops, gradually retreat backward, disperse the front and move to the two wings, trying to surround the advancing square array and reduce casualties.

The soldiers with cold faces, stepping on the charred bones of their robes, stepping through the battlefield burned by fire, did not dodge the arrows and blades of the Elven warrior, and stabbed the enemy's chest with the last trace of strength.

They all saw with their own eyes how the robes and infantry Knights standing in the front row disappeared "without a trace" in the sea of fire without fighting back;

They also saw with their own eyes how angert, the Earl of the mountain rock castle, who fought with the elf monster to protect them, fought until the last minute and the God died;

Now it's their turn.

"Who are we?!"

A roar with a crying voice suddenly sounded from the square array. No one knew where it came from.

Everyone is responding to him.

"Byrne --! Byrne --! Byrne --!"

"Why are we fighting?!"

"Byrne --! Byrne --! Byrne --!"

"Then kill him!"

Among the ten thousand troops, a battle flag fell under the rain of Elven warriors' arrows, and shouted this last sentence before he died.

"Byrne, move forward!"

Step on the fallen bones with neat and uniform steps and push forward.

"Dong --!"

Eugene's chest sank, his broken ribs tore open his chest, and blood gushed out with the flying figure.

But the oath Knight also felt bad... The arm holding the sword was almost completely turned into coke, half of the ragged smock was burned, and there was almost no intact place for the exposed skin and flesh.

The knight raised his arm flat and shook it with force. The coke covering his arm and body immediately cracked, revealing the intact skin below.

The golden red flame burst at almost the same time. The reborn Ogan roared and rushed at the oath knight. The embers rolled up behind him rose like a cloak in the wind and rolled up the rolling heat wave.

The long knife collided with the sharp blade and blew out a harsh sound, and the scattered sparks flew around like essence.

Cross attack, collision, sword raising, chop.

No Dodge, no return, no retreat... Pure, undisguised hard hitting!

The stunned demon hunters were silent and stared at the scene that shocked them.

"Boom --!"

A fire burst, but it was Ogan who was rushed out by the explosion... The long irrational Elf Warrior roared, twisted his arm against his body's will, nailed the blade into the soil and stopped forcibly.

The scarred oath Knight bathed in fire and waved the "bright star" to Ogan.

"Dang --!"

The spark burst, and the sharp blade hit sent out a cry at the same time. Ou gen, who lost his blade, had no time to fight back. He was kicked over by the oath knight and trampled under his feet.

Click!

The sound of fragmentation sounded. The falling iron boots crushed Ogan's neck and clavicle, as well as some ribs. Uncontrolled blood gushed from Ogan's mouth.

"You, Loren's Knight!"

"Oh, call me?"

Lanmalos, who had been watching from the beginning, was stunned. He didn't expect the other party to call himself.

"Is there any way to kill him completely?"

"Yes!"

Lanmalos nodded heavily and hurriedly said, "but before that, we must find a way to control his action and buy time!"

"Stop his action... I see!"

The oath Knight frowned slightly. The next second, the "bright star" long sword held back and stabbed Ogan's chest.

"Boom --!!"

The flames of the explosion instantly swallowed up the two figures and turned them into ashes, and the "bright star sword" fell down.

The next second, the knight of the oath of "resurrection from the dead" opened his palm and held the handle of the sword again.

"Poof!"

The sword light flashed, the hand holding the sword separated from the oath knight, and fell into the distance with the blade smashed by Ogan.

Unexpected amazement flashed through the oath Knight's calm face.

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The roaring Ogan threw down the oath Knight here and beheaded him with a knife!

Another knife penetrates into the chest, and the hot blade turns the beating heart into ashes.

"Boom --!"

Flames rose from the wound of the oath knight, turning the convulsing body into burnt coke.

The stunned lanmalos had no time to respond, and the oath knight who had just fought with Ogan had disappeared; All over the body, only the palm holding the sword is still intact.

No, no, he... The oath Knight... Really... Dead?

Before he recovered from the shock in front of him, lanmalos felt as if he had been stared at by something; Up and down, cold hair handstand!

Looking up again, the dead and reborn Ogan has turned his eyes to himself.

All over, lanmalos rushed to the "bright star" sword that fell to the ground without hesitation.

Almost as he jumped up, the sharp blade shaped fire swept through the place where he had just stood, and lanmalos, who fell to the ground, rolled awkwardly, almost running with both hands and feet.

Eugen, who wielded a long knife, turned into a dark shadow, "bang!" broke the flame and rushed to the fleeing lanmalos.

"Don't come near me!"

Hurriedly shouted the demon hunter who wanted to rush up to rescue. The gnashing lanmalos was like a drowning hyena chased by a fierce beast. He ran away desperate and brushed past the deadly hot long knife again and again.

He doesn't know how long he can hold on like this, but as long as he makes a mistake, he will die!

Damn it

Is this what happened to him? He was killed by his long ears like a hyena?

If so, it's better not to hide... Like the old thing angert, stand and die in glory. His name will be heard in the middle of the lake city for 500 years, and maybe he can stand side by side with several other ancestors.

Whether it can succeed or not, it must be 1000 times stronger than now, 10000 times stronger!

"Pa!"

At the moment of falling to the ground, lanmalos felt as if his right hand held something; Over the years, the instinct of the body told him that it was the handle of a long sword.

Excitement and ecstasy flowed into his body along the right hand holding the sword. Without thinking about it, lanmalos raised the blade and waved it behind him.

"Dang --!"

The Mithril long sword full of gaps stopped the blade the moment before he was about to be divided into two.

"Ah ah --!"

The roaring Eugen pressed lanmalos under his body, and the hot long knife approached him slowly from top to bottom.

The blade emitting the temperature of death glows red.

At the moment of life and death, the red faced lanmalos gasped violently, and the long sword in his hand was pushed away bit by bit.

Are you... Going to die like this?

No, no, this is not my way of death, this is not the way of Byrne knight, Byrne Knight... Can't die like this.

You can't... Just be worthless... Die!

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The roar of heart and lung burst out.

This time, it's lanmallos.

The moment the blade cut into his chest, the blade of the "bright star" sword also pierced Ogan's heart.

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The angry lanmalos suddenly got up, kicked Ogan down, pressed him under his body, and nailed the sword edge that pierced his heart directly to the ground!

Lanmalos, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, stared with big eyes. The long sword in his hand was slowly "pushed" out by the flame surging from Ogan's chest.

"Hold on!"

Anxious cries came from behind one after another. The surviving demon hunters rushed into the sea of fire and launched a magic array around lanmalos.

High level magic spell, silent dream.

The roaring Ogan noticed the changes around him and tried his best to struggle; Flames from the wound turned lanmalos' arms into coke and ignited his hair and eyebrows.

Pop!

The charred arm was no longer overwhelmed and was broken.

Is it over?

I... lanmalos... Count of Lake City... Still lost?

Like that bastard bosival?

"Hold on!"

Another voice sounded in his ear. Lanmalos, whose eyes were lit, could not see, but could hear his voice - the voice of the oath knight.

He's still alive!

"Holy Cross,

May the light shine on the earth, penetrate the darkness and shadows, and let the unbelievers embrace and cry;

Save... Humble us! "

At that moment, the white light beam falling from the sky shrouded the earth and darkness.

Annihilate everything.