Chapter 171 170 Feel Honored, Dead, that I Have Brought Back for You What You Have Forgotten

Chapter 171 170. Feel honored, deceased, that I have brought back to you things that you have forgotten.

Natalie led the fifty remaining high-level hunters of the White Oak Chapter along the established route and launched a charge towards the encirclement of the Ring Tower ahead.

Ashamed to say it.

Although she is the highest-ranking Chapter Leader, Natalie's personal strength is basically at the middle-lower level among the fifty people.

Old Eugene, Grandma Marianne, and several other old captains who had choked with her during the previous meeting were all silver-level oak hunters or oak sages.

In fact, they have already qualified to become reserve white knights. If the Church of Avalon had not collapsed, these old hunters should have returned to the Holy Land of Grammor to prepare for their Holy Grail ceremony.

What is even more regrettable is that both the Icon of Avalon and the Holy Grail of Nature have been lost in the church's ten-year chaos. This can basically declare that there is a terrible fault in the high-level professional system of witch hunters.

Under such circumstances, Natalie's mere fact that she carries the big oak sacred blade on her back is enough to make her the undisputed leader of this group of witch-hunting masters!

This sword, which is said to be quite dishonest, is their only remaining sacred object.

"Little Natalie, if you can escape this battle alive, hurry up and seize the time to improve your natural resonance with the holy blade. With your current adaptability to it, you can even have one-tenth of the power of the holy blade. Can’t perform well.”

Old Eugene, the oak hunter who was riding beside Natalie, reminded him in a low voice:

"But this is a long-term thing, so don't rush it. The two knives your father left for you also have a history. Don't insult these two evil slayers."

"Are you planning your funeral? What? Are you saying you don't want to live anymore?"

Aunt Marianne on the other side stretched out her hand to pull on her hunting hat that looked like a cowboy hat, and said something jokingly.

The nearly sixty-year-old woman had a bullet chain hanging diagonally on her chest, two black handguns in holsters on her waist ready to go, and a double-barreled shotgun behind her back. She stared closely at the surroundings, her pupils filled with emerald green at this moment, obviously performing extremely advanced detection techniques.

She and old Eugene knew each other when they were young and are now old, but their habit of quarreling when they meet has stubbornly remained.

At this moment, he sneered mercilessly:

"Come on, don't we understand how harm can last for thousands of years? Anyone can die in this battle, but you, the lunatic, will most likely survive."

The other old hunters let out low laughter, and the young hunters like Natalie couldn't help grinning. The "death" atmosphere in the team dissipated a lot at this moment.

This was unimaginable in the past. After all, the original Witch Hunter Chapter was a very strict military organization with strict superiors and subordinates. The Church of Avalon trained them in a military way. However, the ten years of war destroyed everything, and now they have survived. The witch-hunting warriors no longer restrict themselves by harsh rules. They have learned to seize any time to enjoy themselves in this cruel era.

Many times, losing your goals is more uncomfortable than suffering.

"None of us will die here! No one will die here!"

There was also a smile on Natalie's lips, but soon she said loudly like an oath:

"We will rush out, no matter what lies ahead, we will restart our lives on the strange land ahead! Either we all live together, or we all make our last contribution to the God of Avalon here!"

Everyone in the team was silent for a moment, and then the young people responded loudly. They looked at the oak blade behind Natalie to give them courage.

But at the same time, the old hunters in the team were observing Natalie herself.

They all knew that at the time of the child's birth, the Presbyterian Church of Glamour had made a prophecy that Natalie Finokea Lawson would become a true leader.

It’s hard to see the true direction of that prophecy before tonight, but after tonight, maybe this prophecy will enter the stage of realization.

"You are still a little immature, reckless and stubborn, which is not a good sign."

Old Eugene sighed and said softly.

"Maybe you can put it another way, she has endless potential, courage and determination!"

Aunt Marian pulled out the double-barreled shotgun behind her back and applied a natural psychic spell to the weapon, turning the emerald green light into beautiful natural runes all over the black barrel. She aimed the gun and whispered:

"Isn't this a necessary trait for a legendary outstanding leader? As long as she survives this night, she will be able to light up and shine her own light.

Enemies ahead! Ready to fight! "

Following the warning from the hunter, the witch hunters in the team immediately dispersed based on their excellent riding skills.

With all the sharp blades out of their sheaths and the hunting crossbow in hand, Natalie wanted to pull out the two swords at her waist, but she hesitated, and finally held the silent big oak blade behind her with her backhand and pulled it out of the scabbard.

She imitated the way her father used the sword on horseback, hanging it low to the side of the fiery red horse beneath her.

This pure-blooded elf horse, which bathed in the Oath of the Holy Grail with old Fenok, silently and obediently carried its new rider. Natalie knew that this pure elf shadow-maned war horse had a very nice name, called " Maple Leaf".

"Blade Warden! So good! That's what I came for."

In the air in front of the hunters, the commander Belle, who was hovering in the night sky, was excited when she saw the holy blade. She held the magic book of evocation in one hand and the torch-like punishment in the other hand. Staff, looking down at Natalie in front of the hunter with an indifferent gaze, said:

“White Oak Chapter!

In the name of the Master of Evocation of the Ring Tower, I declare that you are involved in the filth of subspace! Immediately put down your weapons and follow us back to White Cliff for investigation.

If you are innocent, you can be magnanimous;

But if you continue to be stubborn, the power of punishment will be sprinkled on your heads!

Final warning!

lay down"

"boom"

The low sound of gunfire represented the witch hunters' response.

Sister Marianne's bullet flew out and shot the adjutant next to the elite psionic hunter captain who was guarding the psionic masters in the head.

This has exceeded the limit shooting distance of this shotgun. It is obvious that the blessing of natural spiritual energy not only extends the shooting range, but also enhances the power.

With blood splattering everywhere, the sassy huntress reached out expressionlessly to pull up the black veil around her neck, covering her nostrils and mouth, revealing only a pair of old but still sharp eyes like an eagle. Time has indeed taken away her youth, but in exchange it has given her the courage to grow stronger as she grows older and the extraordinary precision of time.

In the past ten years, the ring tower in front of them has commanded them, constantly throwing them into the most brutal war and consuming them.

Perhaps the witch hunters should not blame this cold-bloodedness. After all, without the protection of the Ring Tower ten years ago, the White Oak Chapter would have been guillotined in batches by the angry King Louis like other old sects.

They can endure the hard labor of paying off their sins, but the current act of killing a donkey for obvious relief has exceeded the bottom line of the witch hunter.

The so-called grace of protection can be repaid by the White Oak Chapter's ten years of hard fighting and the burial of the bones of seven thousand companions!

The blood they shed was enough to wash away the sins they did not bear!

What's more, the Tower of Rings has created a system of psychic hunters for themselves by studying witch hunters, which already falls into the category of spying on the power of Avalon. This is intolerable to any sincere person!

Such a decisive and crazy response from the witch hunters caused the battlefield where the two armies were facing each other to fall into a dead silence for a moment. Even the confident Mage Bailey didn't expect that this group of bereaved dogs would be so stubborn?

"White Oak Chapter!"

Natalie held the holy blade in her hand high, tried her best to communicate and resonate with it, and struggled to activate the illusion of large-scale hunting, allowing the power of the forest to escape into the surrounding night.

It's not at all as relaxing as when Old Finock casually opened the hunting illusion that killed 60 midnight hunters.

But at least it has momentum!

For young people who have nothing but their backbone and bottom line

This is enough!

"charge!"

In the roar of the new chapter leader, the obedient and quiet war horse Maple Leaf activated in an instant, carrying his knights towards the front position like a ferocious beast caught in a ray of beating fire.

The witch hunters followed.

They charge in silence.

Although there were only fifty people, the burden of carrying the lives of other companions made their charge full of determination and cruelty that the psychic hunters could not understand.

The first and second captains of the Psychic Hunters at the front of the position looked at each other.

Under the full-coverage cover, both of them could only see each other's eyes, but those eyes were full of complexity and guilt. Yes, they were both test subjects for the Tower of Rings to study the mysteries of the witch hunters. That is to say , they were all witch hunters before!

It's not just them.

At present, all the elite members of the psychic hunters are basically selected from among the witch hunters.

Of course they can claim that this is a good place for a good bird to roost, or they can convince themselves that this is just a temporary compromise. However, the fact is that in this current life-and-death confrontation between the old and the new, they themselves also know the term "traitor". After tonight It will belong to them forever.

They can kneel down in order to survive, so there is no reason to laugh at the courage of others to fight for survival.

"Defensive tactics!"

The first captain yelled.

The psychic shieldmen at the front immediately set up heavy shields to form a shield wall. The spearmen in the second row placed their shimmering psychic spears on the shoulders of the shieldmen in the first row and aimed at the gaps in the shields. When the wave charge arrives, you can launch a deadly counterattack.

Behind them, twelve formal psionic masters and thirty psionic apprentices began to chant spells without the guidance of three high-level spellcasters.

A large range of psychic resonance is emerging, and one psychic gain spell after another is being blessed on the psychic hunters, allowing their aura and individual strength to continue to increase.

These psychic buffs are more effective, last longer, and have fewer side effects on specialized psychic hunters, allowing them to have both numerical and qualitative advantages.

This is what Ring Tower has accomplished!

Their tactics allow psionic masters and psionic hunters to cooperate with each other to achieve an effect of 1+1>2.

In the high air, the three high-level spells of Hell Storm, Arcana Tear and City Wall were ready, and the high-level psionic masters did not even intend to use the more powerful legion-level magic.

It is not only wasteful but also inappropriate to attack the fifty people in front of you with a big magic technique that can affect the trend of a battle. It is just like using an electric fly swatter to fight mosquitoes. It is always better to use an electric fly swatter than a cannon.

The so-called wisdom is to learn to use tools reasonably.

"Bury them!"

Mage Belle gave an order.

Before the invisible psychic energy gathered into a heavy defense and applied it to the shieldman below, the other two companions waved their hands to summon flames and arcane energy to complete the killing.

The witch hunters below had also dispersed to the standard skirmisher charge formation and deployed forest defense to withstand the upcoming psychic attack.

But just as the blood was about to fall and death was roaring, something strange happened!

The abnormal gathering of shadows was followed by a gentle and dignified laugh.

The four layers of shields on the psychic master on the left hand side of Mage Belle were instantly pierced. In the uncontrolled psychic shock, the blood-colored claw blade appeared from behind like a lover's touch and tore the flesh and blood in the next moment, accurately grasping the beating hot heart, and then in a deadly, cold and cool execution, the blood-spattered heartless body was thrown into the desolate night sky.

The psychic master on her right hand was also ignited at the same time.

Like a bomb exploding on the spiritual level, it did not cause any substantial damage to him, but the dizziness caused by the mental blow made him unable to maintain the hovering flying technique. He could only smash into the position below like a bird with broken wings, and was shot by Sister Marianne who took advantage of the opportunity to open his chest without any psychic protection.

In the blood splattering, the deadly hunters completed the perfect cooperation at this moment!

"You arrogant mages will never learn to be vigilant against the things that appear in the shadows. How many years have it been? There is simply no progress."

In the mocking laughter of Madam Shani, the shadows behind the empty psychic hunter position shattered on a large scale.

Count Andre of Baishan led twelve Thorn Night Walkers with an expressionless face and rushed into the position of the protected formal psychic masters and psychic apprentices who were still casting spells leisurely at a position close to zero distance.

Like a tiger pouncing on a sheep.

The next moment, it triggered a crazy slaughter of people and horses.

It was night!

Want to fight a group of fully armed thorn vampires in close combat under this situation? Want to avoid the sharp blades swung by the most deadly night assassins of the seven major vampire clans under the blessing of midnight?

Hiss.

This method of committing death is a bit too advanced, isn't it?

Although he was beaten badly by Murphy before, in this battle, Count Andre, holding the cold tooth blade, just blew lightly, and the freezing power of the winter spirit swordsman was wantonly swung, instantly freezing the five psychic apprentices who couldn't dodge in time.

The next moment when time was frozen, three of them had their heads cut off by the cold blade.

The blood couldn't even be spilled!

It could only turn into a strange thing like blood-red smoothie and fell to the ground, and was trampled everywhere by the horses of the witch hunters who broke through the wall technique later.

As for why Andre, who was robbed of his equipment by Murphy, still had an identical cold tooth blade in his hand

Well, as the queen's younger brother, a legitimate member of the royal family, and was sent to the Thorn Clan as a hostage, isn't it normal for him to collect a few more powerful weapons in order to make up for his sister's guilt?

If Miss Femis is just a small rich woman, then Count Andre is probably a deep-sea crocodile in the field of "wealth" that can scare people at any time.

"Shua"

As the cold blade fell, two psychic hunters who tried to protect the noble fell down diagonally. Count Baishan, wearing a combat mask, challenged the high-level psychic who had just recovered from "emotional burning" in front of him on the chaotic battlefield.

He said in a cold voice:

"Andrei Alexi Torize! Grand Duke White Mountain faction of the Thorn Clan! Descendant of Shani!"

As a high-level psychic, the challenged person certainly knew that this was the eternal duel oath of the vampires, but what made him angry was that how could this black iron-level vampire in front of him have the courage to challenge him, a silver spellcaster?

Even though he had just been ignited by Grand Duke Shani and was shot in the chest by Sister Marianne's bullet, are all vampires so arrogant now?

The Ring Tower has just destroyed a vampire clan!

Asshole!

Show me some respect!

"How dare you be so angry in front of our Thorn Clan?"

Andre said in surprise, and then decisively used the family's specialty again to ignite the emotions of the spellcaster in front of him, causing the latter to grit his teeth and crack his eyes in pain, and staggered and almost fell.

Count White Mountain came up with a sword!

He knew he had to pay a price to kill this enemy who was much stronger than himself.

This was not a good hunting target, but he knew he had to do it!

He had heard about Murphy's rise from those unrestrained little players, and he had also seen with his own eyes the scene of Murphy feeding a silver vampire heart to a dog.

He was not really so eager for a victory over the strong, he just wanted to prove in front of his ancestors that he was no worse than his "peers"!

That's all!

However, Shani had no time to pay attention to her unyielding descendants, she was busy now.

"Puff"

The scarlet fist blade gently brushed against the left arm of the Mage Belle, and the sharp psychic blade accurately cut the tendons of the caster, as graceful and deadly as the moment a scalpel was swung.

The Duke of Thorns didn't care about the struggle of the Ring Tower Psychic in front of him, and regarded it as an "appetizer" for this midnight banquet.

The absolute strength of both sides was too different, so she could enjoy the fear of the loser and humiliate him!

The best thing was that even if the other party wanted to retaliate, they would only retaliate against the Blood Eagle Clan that provoked them head-on.

Tsk tsk, what a lucky night.

Thank you for the gift from the Midnight Mother!

"Two night wars, the massacre of the Blood Fear Clan, the expulsion of the Wolf Poison Clan, and the revenge on the Blood Eagle Clan! You seem to have been winning, letting the pressure of the Ring Tower continue to rise on the heads of the blood clan.

You arrogantly think that the Midnight Clan is nothing more than this, but the tragic fact is."

"Puff"

Five fingers pierced like knives.

In the ghostly offensive, he cut open the waist and neck of Mage Belle, dyed her white robe scarlet with her own blood, and cut off one-third of her tongue in an almost impossible move, making her unable to chant even a single psychic character.

There was not a drop of blood on Madam Shani's long skirt, and as the claw blade in her left hand swung, the scalp of the high-level psychic was completely cut off.

This was not a battle at all, it was an execution-style massacre!

The long skirt of the Grand Duchess of Thorns floated in the night and fluttered. She held down the bloody Mage Belle with one hand. She looked at the other's hateful and angry eyes, and then she showed a gentle smile as dignified as a court lady's wife.

It was like enjoying afternoon tea to enjoy the hatred of the man in front of her.

She whispered:

"The fact is that the vampires at midnight have never been truly defeated by you! Tonight, I am honored to work with the Grand Duke of Blood Eagle and Earl Murphy to bring back what you have forgotten for you. You are afraid

It seems that you have remembered it.

Hey, you beasts should understand your true position in this world! Tonight, welcome back to the bottom of the food chain!"

"Pop"

The spine was broken, and the headless body fell to the ground.

Holding the bloody head, Madam Shani wiped the hot blood from her cheek with her hand, then put it into her mouth and sucked it gently.

"Mmm, blood soaked in fear, always so delicious."