Chapter 281 Holy Sun Iris

The screaming doctor's skin, visible to the naked eye, shriveled, and the flesh sunk out of the bones below it.

The old knight, who was hungry and sucking blood, was also changing his body at the same time. The wounds wrapped around the bandage gradually healed. The scars on his face for many years disappeared visible to the naked eye, and even his skin gradually returned to youth, becoming tight and smooth.

The other physicians ran away to the corner in horror.

Seeing the drastic changes, Harvey turned sideways in shock, waved his wand with his right hand, and shouted and cursed.

The hot red light immediately wrapped around the staff and gathered to the top, spraying a burst of elemental fire at the mutated Baron Balf.

The old knight with sharp teeth threw down the mummy in his hand with incredible agility, and his burly and tall body rushed to the wall like the wind.

The fire that shot in the air hit the Chinese medicine practitioner's mummy and banged.

As soon as Harvey controlled the demon flame to escape from the mummy, he asked the flame to chase Balff on the wall again, and the other party jumped, and the sharp claws extended from his five fingers were approaching in less than half a second.

The young warlock master had a cold interruption spell behind him, and raised his wand to resist the sharp claws that were slashed on his head.

However, he was still slapped backward by the martial knight who had a much stronger power than before his death.

Bang! The warlock hit the door heavily, and the door was smashed into pieces. Harvey, who fell into the corridor, hit the wall hard before falling back to the ground.

Feeling all internal organs displaced, Harvey, who was suffering from severe pain all over his body, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and complaining in his heart.

He is only fifty years old. As a newly recognized high-level warlock, he spent most of his life studying magic in the academy and never learned close combat at all. Facing a powerful martial arts knight, In such a small and small environment, Harvey knew that his chances of winning were very low.

Then the sound of wind leaping in his ears came, and Harvey grabbed his wand and stabbed it forward.

(Lorelit)

"——The name of the wind, retreat!!"

The ancient spell that the warlock roared hard from his mouth, and with great magic power, drove the rushing Baron Balf back into the house.

He dared not entangle with the old knight who mutated into a blood-sucking monster anymore, Harvey took the opportunity to draw a magic seal and hang his staff blade, and impose the formed enhanced spell "Wind Boots" on his feet.

The body floated slightly, and the warlock lit up the spirit-protecting sacred lamp on his waist, turned around and plunged into the depths of the corridor with the light.

Compared to Balff, he was more anxious about whether he had been perceived by the extremely dangerous blood-colored magic power.

As if he was afraid of something, Harvey, who was running on the floating wind, suddenly stopped.

The light of the Spirit-Protecting Holy Light illuminates a bright red blood mist that seems to be there or not in front of you.

Without any hesitation, he kicked open a door beside him as fast as possible and fled into it.

After breaking into the hall that suddenly became clear, the warlock was delighted. He remembered that this was a restaurant in the fortress, and directly opposite was the open-air balcony facing outside the fortress!

But the next second, the thick bloody atmosphere around him penetrated into his nose.

The spirit-protecting holy lamp illuminated the bodies of Kantar soldiers who were placed on the tables like food.

Torn plate armor, broken limbs everywhere, broken corpses

"The Orlanders who are with the Kantadals"

There were waves of ghostly accents in his ears, and Harvey was not surprised that he actually spoke Feru rather than Uria.

His keen magical perception made him notice the resentful souls and blood-sucking monsters wandering invisibly in the seemingly unmanned hall.

".Betrayal"

Hearing the sound of resentment getting closer and closer, the warlock suddenly took off the lantern and injected magic power desperately, shaking the light of the holy light according to the secret technique of Master Leon.

The bursting sun suddenly burst out with Harvey as the center.

Countless harsh screams filled with anger echoed in an instant, and a hazy figure in the shadows disappeared angrily.

I can't imagine how many blood-sucking monsters I have gotten surrounded by. The warlock master rushed to swear spells and danced his staff spear, and took the opportunity to summon more powerful attack magic to sweep away the dangers around him.

The strong wind of magic gathered, and as he saw a few spells were about to chant to the end, suddenly, the sharp blade of the spear with magic patterns on his side was controlled by a hand covered with bright red armor.

The wand seemed to be solidified in it, and no matter how desperate Harvey fought, it would not move at all.

".Silent, wizard."

The low and hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, with scarlet high-crowned helmet, hideous ornate armor, and a pair of blood-colored eyes.

Looking at the scarlet figure that did not exist in front of him in the last second, Harvey's blood was frozen by the fear from the soul.

Crack, it seemed like the dead branches were crushed, and the spear blade forged by the enchanted steel was instantly crushed by the blood-armored knight's palm.

A blood-like red mist rushed into the unformed manic elements of the magical pose.

——Boom! ! !

The violent explosion pushed the rolling flames and impacts, and the debris and corpses in the tables, chairs, and corpses in the entire restaurant were blown away, burning all over the flame storm.

The corridor columns of the partition hall were blown into splashing gravel.

A dark figure was lifted high from the hall by the shock wave, flew over the fortress terrace and fell from mid-air, and fell to the ground with a click.

The hair on his face disappeared. Harvey was in pain, his hands tremblingly stretched out the sleeves of the robe and raised his terrible burnt face with difficulty.

His eyes were blind, his eyelids and lips disappeared, leaving only the charred and twisted wounds, like a dead warlock, crawling forward desperately in fear with his instinct to survive.

As soon as I climbed out for a while, I heard a series of vague steps coming from the front.

The warlock who suffered heavy damage and spell backlash was desperate.

In front of the team following the explosion, Azerien, who held up the torch, recognized the miserable magic consultant from the warlock robe that still flashed with magic patterns and streamers: "Master Harvey!"

Teams of bloody knights surrounded one after another.

Earl Earl quickly walked through the crowd, stepped forward and held his sword and lowered his body, looking at the originally young and handsome Northern Warlock, now in a tragic situation.

Harvey was in the darkness that could not be seen, and his severely damaged hearing was vaguely aware of the sound of the living person and the magic of the spirit-protecting lamp, and his desperate heart was relaxed.

But then, he opened his charred lipsless teeth and shouted a warning voice with difficulty in pronunciation.

".Hurry.Run!"

——Boom!

A loud howling sound came from the heads of everyone.

A tornado-like red blood mist fell into the square in the air.

A large area of ​​smoke and dust swept across the ground with the wind.

The Thorn Flower Family and the Kantadal knights immediately raised their weapons and formed a formation with postures, alerting to the sudden arrival of bright red fog.

The swirling red mist gradually revealed the scarlet armor figure.

An ominous blade entangled with blood exuded a chilling breath, and her long brown hair rose like tentacles behind the scarlet battle helmet.

His blood swept across the living person in front of him, and he made a hoarse and gloomy voice:

".You have nowhere to escape."

Felu? Eliver stood up in shock and frowned, questioning the ominous existence who could speak: "What kind of monster are you?"

monster? Chewing on this word, Shallerman could only hear hundreds of thousands of hatreds in his mind, roaring at himself densely.

Under the helmet, the pale face trembled.

“.Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.”

The dry laughter gradually became high-pitched and wild, and the blood-armored knight raised the magic sword and burst into laughter with trembling all over.

The laughter even caused storms, and the harsh sound waves were as shaking as substance, like countless men and women crying at the same time.

"Gods!" The knights instinctively retreated and cursed, enduring the headaches and tinnitus that hit their brains.

But they could not hear their voices in this monstrous laughter.

The strong-willed warriors gritted their teeth and persevered, but more warriors struggled in pain and threw away their helmets, desperately trying to cover their ears, and blood spilled out from their mouth, ears, eyes and noses.

The inhuman laughter suddenly subsided, and the Blood Armored Knight slowly lowered his sword blade.

Countless hatred bit his soul, longing to see the accomplices in front of him who blocked revenge suffered the same torture.

The cold wind blew according to the orders, and the blood mist hovered around the knights' formation, with the seemingly non-existent echoes of death lingering in the ears of the soldiers who had contracted the formation.

Between the towers, under the corridors, and in front of the street windows, a graceful and strange naked body floats like a ghost.

Blood Armor's figure was tilted, his eyes fixed on the General Orland who was guarded by all the knights.

Rows of blood mist fell to the side of the blood-armored knights, and undead knights holding sharp swords condensed.

boom!

A strong figure fell from the terrace, barefoot feet almost crushing the floor below.

Balff, with fangs, pulled out sharp claws from the two mummies in his hand, and his hungry and creeping blood eyes looked at the former lord.

Eliver's pupils shrank slightly.

He can still recognize his old friend who is beyond recognition.

The rage burst out from the heart of the Lord of Thorn Flowers.

".Whatever you are. You have to pay the price tonight for blaspheming my knight!"

The roar of the Count of Thorn Flower is like an order to declare a fight.

The knights cried wildly, and accompanied Eliver, who was charging, rushed towards the undead enemy who appeared in front of him.

Countless steel boots rumbled on the stone slabs in the square. The thorny flower knights guarded the sides of the lord and rushed straight to the head of the enemy in front. Knight Ron led the warriors of the Chateau Griffon on the left wing, and the other Kantadal The nobles led the soldiers on the right wing.

A whole row of strange undead knights turned into a ball of blood mist and penetrated into the battle formation ahead.

With the sword light and the shadows of swords, a piece of soldiers instantly sprinkled blood on the spot in the killing feast of the strange enemy.

Azerian used a long spear to stab the enemy's armor in front of him, but he only penetrated the red mist and hit the air.

The blood and energy flew over his side. He heard the cold wind coming. He immediately twisted his body and stepped out of the cat swirl, turned around and threw the gun, and opened the sharp sword that suddenly appeared behind him.

During the Jin Ming symphony, he waved his spear and opened the long sword that was attacking. He seized the opportunity to dodge and stab the spear into the gap between the opponent's armor.

Not surprisingly, the undead enemy in armor ignored the damage, leaned his hand sideways, raised his sword and stabbed Azerion's helmet armor.

He had to raise his shoulders and leaned against his shoulder armor to block the blade. Azerion bent over and exerted force to push the opponent into a tilt.

"Go to die, monster!" The knight attendant who was waiting for an opportunity immediately swung his battle axe and smashed it hard on the helmet of the undead knight, and worked with his master to knock him to the ground.

Azerien then shot the undead knight on the ground. As he saw that the attendant's battle axe was about to fight, he felt that his hand loosened and the monster turned into a ball of blood mist.

The axe blade slashed to the ground, making the servant's hands numb. Azerien quickly turned around and leaned on his back to prevent the strange back thrust from scoring twice.

In just a moment, the army's combat formation was chaotic by the swift undead monsters. The blood mist knights that appeared and disappeared were passing through the shadows, and the banshees who were invisible dragged the soldiers down. On the ground.

Only the light of the holy light that constantly bursts out in the center of the formation can barely dispel the nightmare ghost like the undead.

Screams were eroding the will of the soldiers, and people kept falling down in bloody battles.

Azerien saw that in the critical battle formation, the martial knights of the Thorn Flower family waved their weapons and surrounded Lord Eliver, step by step towards the towering blood-armored knight.

He immediately threw down his missing enemy and called on his attendant and the two Avalon knights to try to break through the obstacle and follow.

At the front - Eliver swung his sword with a brave and young neat sword, slashing the head of the enemy whose helmet was smashed by Baron Croche's warhammer.

He picked up the undead who fell to the ground with one hand, and the family sword slashed in from the enemy's lower legs. A cold light flashed. The unstoppable dwarf steel sword cut open the bones and dismembered the bloody body.

Throwing down the broken leg in his hand, Eliver stepped forward in anger.

Until the familiar and unfamiliar face blocked the way.

"Forgive me, Balff." Eliver clenched the hilt of the sword, and pain oozed in his eyes.

The vassals of Thorn Flower couldn't help but lower their weapons, and their distorted expressions almost smashed their teeth.

The old knight who followed the order roared silently at the former lord, and a moment of struggle appeared on his face, but the next second, his bloodthirsty instinct occupied all consciousness.

The burly body rushed over, as if it had no ability to transform mist. Balff just attacked Earl Ellift with his body.

But the body without armor was unable to resist the sharp blades of the martial knights.

The cloak flew, and the sword of thorns that had been twitched, smoothly cutting through the old friend's neck in Eliver's hand.

The heavy headless body fell to the ground behind the Lord of Thorn Flowers, and Baron Tygas stabbed the halberd blade into the back of his old friend's back and penetrated his heart.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Unwilling to turn back and witness the struggle of the headless corpse, Eliver roared and charged, leading the vassals to finally come to the front of the damn Blood Armor Knight.

The Wuxun Knights besieged, but no ghost in the dark came forward to block it.

His pain is not as good as yours. If you give him the real torture, the soul-stimulating whisper echoes in his heart. Shallerman lifts up the magic sword that holds his hand beside him and takes steps happily.

The body suddenly dissipated, leaving behind an illusory blood mist track.

Blood light suddenly appeared in the eyes of Baron Tygas, who was guarding the Lord's rear.

This brave knight who had been riding on the battlefield for more than ten years lost his thinking forever in an instant.

The long halberd that turned around to resist the blade broke from the middle, and the bloodline emerged from the top of Tygas' helmet.

With the man and his armor, his burly body was flat and divided into two.

The magic sword drew a trajectory, and the bright red figure that disappeared again swept across the waist of the knight who was holding the war hammer on one side.

Croche wrapped her upper body with her breastplate and slowly left her lower limbs.

Shallerman slowed down his body, as if he was enjoying the surging hatred that had slightly calmed down in his heart. The extraordinary perception made everything around him as slow as if it was frozen.

With a pair of blood, he admired the angry mood of Lord Orland who turned slowly, and set aside his gaze, he saw another knight stabbing at the left with a gun.

Smelling the breath of the Kantar people in the blood, the anger made the red fog flash again, and the curled scarlet shadow harvested life like a god of death.

When Eliver looked back, everything seemed to be much quieter.

The ground seemed to be covered with a bright red carpet, and the corpses of warriors were dotted on it.

Countless familiar figures could no longer stand up.

".When I come here, you are dead."

The whisper behind him made Eliver, who had no expression under his face, turn around and stab.

And a crisp sound was made, two sharp blades penetrated the flesh and blood.

Not only did the sword of thorns penetrate through Charleman's lower ribs, the cold magic sword also pierced into the chest of Count Thorns Flower.

Take a step back and let Eliver's body fall down, losing his strength.

Shallerman pulled out the dwarf sword that penetrated his chest and lungs and threw it on the ground.

"No! No!--!" A heart-wrenching roar came from a distance.

David, who was guarding the warlock of Harvey, fell into despair and rage. He hit the enemy in front of him with a hammer and tried to run towards him.

However, more blood knights surrounded him.

Shallerman's eyes flashed over the angry knight, and his left hand raised his iron fingers like dragon claws slightly towards the corpse on the ground.

".I won't. Give you a simple death."

The Lord of the Thorn Flower, who had lost his vitality, was lifted up by the bloody mist, and Challerman's hand armor faded away like melting.

Pulling off the other party's helmet, he embedded his sharp five fingers into Eliver's neck.

"Become a slave to blood."

Blood flowed backwards, and the empty eyes of the Lord of the Thorn Flower were gradually filled with bright red.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp sword wind came from above, and the long sword with green light shone through Shallerman's left wrist as the figure descended from the sky swung.

The broken hand fell down, and Eliver's body fell back to the ground.

——Clang!

The magic sword that faced the side met with the second blue light, and the two sharp blades opposed it.

The moment the contact was touched, the green light broke.

Agatha, who succeeded in a sneak attack, gave up the pursuit and thrust the ground and flew away quickly.

The soles of the boots were rubbing against the stone bricks. The female knight stepped aside and stopped her body. Yu Guang looked at the enchanted sword that had been cut off in her hand.

The sword made by the best sword-caster and sorcerer in the Kingdom was defeated by the terrible evil blade for a moment.

Looking at the blood-armored monster turning around in the distance, she couldn't help but stare at her eyes wide.

The broken hand that fell turned into backward blood and flew back to the guy's wrist.

A left hand, which was as intact as before, raised it again and gently stroked the blood stained on the magic sword. After the high-crowned helmet, his cold red eyes stared at him.

Agatha's heart was left with chills.

After escorting the messenger to the secret passage and escaped from the fortress, he saw the fierce battle in front of the main fort halfway, and waited for the opportunity. With such a great sacrifice, the enemy's instant flaw was brought to an instant, but it did not hurt the monster at all.

She was still thinking about countermeasures in her mind. In just a blink of an eye, she once again saw the monster turning into blood mist and disappearing.

With his footsteps back, his left hand instinctively pulled out the short sword, crossing the broken long sword against the lower side.

——Click!

The two top-level steel blades lasted for less than a second and turned into splashing fragments.

The slash of the magic sword was replaced with a flat blade in front of the female knight.

This is Serien's Seacze swordsmanship!

The speed is too fast, but the level is average.

Decades of experience in death battle flashed through my mind. The sword wound I suffered once urged Agatha's body to take action first before the instructions of consciousness were issued.

Facing the direct attack from the stab, the female knight advanced instead of retreating, rolling on the spot without any image, sticking to the ground like a ridiculous iron ball, quickly passing the other side.

With one blow, Shaleman was stunned slightly, turned sideways, and wanted to assassinate the lower left again with his right sword blade. The speed was obviously several times faster than the opponent, but in response that he was several beats slower, he rubbed the woman's The figure stuck to the ground.

--boom!

The magic sword penetrated the ground, and the blood-red cracks spreading from the huge magic power seemed to be a bit ridiculous.

The anger of countless souls penetrated into his heart, and Shallerman lost the mood to torture the other party.

".I'm going to kill you! Woman!"

Looking at the female knight who was bounced up at strange pace, kicking and turning, she flew backwards, and Shallerman burst into pieces like smoke, and the red mist in the sky chased after him.

The unarmed Agatha was anxious.

"Catch it!!!"

An anxious shout came from the side.

Unable to pay attention to the lord who was ignorant of life and death beside him, Azerien held the blade of thorns like a javelin and threw it hard at the female knight flying in mid-air.

They have played such a "game" more than once with Olivia. The noble boy believed that the princess, the queen guard with extraordinary martial arts, could do it.

Without letting down his hopes, Agatha just turned around and held the thrown sword.

But in a moment, the figure condensed by the Blood Armor Knight had already slashed the magic sword down in a simple and unpretentious way.

With a slanted sword as if he was left to fate, Agatha only hoped that the long sword in her hand would create a chance for him to dodge for one second.

With a crisp sound, the magic sword hit the blade of thorns, and the sword was bent with an exaggerated concave curve.

The blade glowed with a purple luster, but unexpectedly it was not broken.

However, the blood-armored knight's power was like a mountain pressing down on the top, making Agatha's body still fly out like a cannonball.

Boom! ! !

The air exploded like a shock, and the strong female knight smashed heavily into the ground, raising the stone fragments all over the sky.

The chains and straps that bound the ornate armor behind him all broke, and Agatha spurted blood from her mouth and nose.

Feeling the right hand joint that was facing the power on the front was also broken. The female knight gritted her teeth and turned over, stood up half-kneel, and forced her twisted right arm to make a click.

With his feet landing, Shallerman's eyes stayed on the woman's hand, and the purple light appeared on the sword, and then moved to the young knight who threw the sword not far away.

Bloody eyes ignored the darkness under the moonlight and looked at it with murderous intentions. The Ostfeather Helmet Knight, who was guarded by several warriors.

until

I saw the heraldic burqa of the holy sun iris on his body.

The noisy and boiling hatred in my mind broke down for a moment.

Shallerman could no longer move his attention for a second.

".Who are you!"

A hoarse sound rolled in.

The blood baron turned into red all over the sky.

Ignoring the knight guarding him like thick smoke, and with the fishy wind, he took his neck armor and grabbed it into the sky.

With his feet light and nothing, he took the other party to the fortress terrace. Challerman kicked and roared again without any struggle:

".Who are you! Who allows you to dare to use this herald! "

Azerien suffered the pain of squeezing and deforming the neck armor. He pulled out the dagger from his waist with his backhand and stabbed it into the gap in the blood-armored monster's helmet.

Shallerman held the dagger, pulled it away with force, and waved his claws tore open the young knight's armor.

The nail shaft is split.

The pretty face that was choked and slightly twisted was revealed.

"Too. Go and die. I will wait for you in the Dead Sea!" Azerion refused to answer, spat out a mouthful of blood at the enemy's face armor.