The Legend of Fatality

When the night owl clenched the ‘spirit’ again, the time seemed to slow down. He saw every detail of the enemy. He saw contempt for his words at King Charles. Those eyes sparkled like wolves, reflecting the Holy Light around him. He saw faintly glowing ancient text on King Charles' sword. He also saw the wind slowly flowing in the air, hitting his enemy's grooved armor.

He saw King Charles looking up at him, and the faces of the knights around him, and the ranks of the forest elves in the distance. What surprised him even more was that he even saw Bai En, the man he had fought side by side against the mentor in the Black Tower. He saw that Bai En was still carrying his scabbard, anxiously waiting at the temporary dock, and kept looking in the direction of his own.

He was crumbling forward, and the storm behind him was the cloak on his shoulder, soaring above the tumbling dark ground. ocean. As he passed by, a tsunami rolled up, the waves smashed, and a white hammer was lifted, waiting to be swept away by his strong wind.

Before he came to a dark continent, he soared upward. Higher and farther. The sea was running behind him, and the vast continent was spread before him, boundless, like a sea of ​​mud and rocks. It was so big, he thought in awe. He didn't know it.

Maybe no one knows. He shook his head and got rid of the illusion. Refocus on your eyes.

The night owl lifted the ‘spirit’ and thrust it at the chest of King Charles at an extraordinary speed. King Charles had no time to raise the Sword of Galamont and wave upward, trying to block it with an elegant circle. The night owl twisted his long sword around the sword of Galamont with minimal wrist twisting, avoiding deflection, and stabbed King Charles in the belly.

The night owl wanted to continue to cause damage to the "spirit", but King Charlie's skill and reaction far exceeded the night owl's ability, and the sword of Galamont turned again, forcing him back.

"Madam, please give me strength." King Charlie knelt down on the ground and prayed to the lady.

At this moment, a bright light crossed the sky. Like a meteor, falling at an amazing speed. The light fell on King Charles, shattering the surrounding rocky ground, and gravel debris splashed in the air. The ground swayed, and the surrounding knights exclaimed in praise of the lady.

Ye Xiao's sword edge turned, Jing Ke watched a man stand up in the light and stretch his limbs. The man was wearing dazzling armor all over his body, holding the sword of Galamont in his hand, and the divine light poured out from him. The armor exudes a peaceful light, but some of the above runes are familiar, some have never been seen before, and each emits a faint halo. The Sword of Galamont fired, and the man's eyes shone.

Ye Xiao knew that he didn't have much time to stay here. He let out a roar of war and rushed towards the enemy again. This time, the opponent's speed and skill even exceeded the night owl's ability, and the blades of both sides flew in front of each other.

King Charles is a combatant like a paladin. He is no longer affected by sorrow and anger, but he is equally dangerous. Each of his blows can destroy the enemies of Burtania. He could feel the lady's power surging in his veins.

"Help me fight!" King Charlie shouted, his voice full of ladies' power.

Night Owl's eyes were full of hatred, but there was also a fear, that is, the light of the goddess from King Charles. Even though these rays did not weaken the night owl's power, but in the face of such a sacred power, the storm power of his body gradually couldn't resist.

"Help me win!" King Charles roared again, waving his sword towards the night owl again. The lightning attack was cut on the "spirit", and the enemy's blade was pressed down. King Charles continued to increase his strength and pressed the Galamont's sword down. The blade fell on the night owl's shoulder The blade of Flame Galamont's Sword flickered, burning Night Owl's shoulder.

Ye Xiao's face was pale, and his hair was like snowflakes, but his expression was arrogant and contemptuous. He raised his left hand and printed his hand on the broken place in the center of King Charles' breastplate, pouring the force of the storm violently into it.

The power of the storm hit King Charles' chest. He was blown out by the sudden power, and a spit of blood spewed out of his mouth. It flew in the air for a while before falling.

Ye Xiao looked at King Charles, who was far away, dressed in a gruff breath. He knew that this blow could not kill the other party. He knew his terrible speed and the amount of brutal violence in his body would not be easily killed. But he also knows his skills, especially speed, are no longer dominant. More importantly, he has little time left, he must find a way to kill this difficult enemy as soon as possible.

King Charles stood up again, wielding the sword of Galamonte, and struck the sword of the night owl to the side. Let his impact force carry him forward so that he can turn his back on his enemies.

"May the lady direct my sword edge." He recited.

His movements were so fast that he could hardly see them. He turned the Sword of Galamont in a circle and held it down like a dagger. With his left hand on the hilt, he spurred backwards and took the Sword of Galamont Stabbed into the owl's chest. The blade stabs deeply until the hilt rests on the night owl's chest.

"It's over," King Charles said softly.

Ye Xiao's mouth was wide open, and he gave the last silent sigh. As he began to age, the power of the storm began to spew out of the wound.

King Charles turned and tried to draw his sword.

"It's over." A voice chanted from the mouth of the aging body.

‘Feng Soul’ slashed from bottom to top. Because King Charles held his sword tightly, his right arm was directly cut off by the blade of the sword. The right arm holding the sword flew up into the sky and sprinkled with blood glowing with holy light. King Charles gave a painful roar, the once legend fell back on the ground full of blood and amputated limbs.

The entire army of Burtania seemed to have been cut off by the night owl's throat, and the battlefield fell into deathly silence. King Charlie's performance just filled them with vitality, and then disappeared with the night owl's blow. Some knights rushed forward to save their king, but Sir Byron Gall stopped them. The code of knights bound them. Even though the elderly knight was full of tears, he still faithfully carried out the king's orders and the rules of the knight. Others were covered in blood, exhausted, and looked around blankly, not knowing that the war was over.

The night owl moved so that his feet were only slightly away from the ground, but in the eyes of those knights who were alive, it looked like he was crossing the floor.

He looked up at the knights around him who tried to kill themselves with eyes, and their faces were filled with expressions of anger and resentment. What makes Ye Xiao strange is that he enjoys this moment very much. Especially the expressions on the faces of the knights who tried to save their king but put them into action made him feel happy from the inside.

Who ever told him that there would be nothing but emptiness after revenge? Why didn't he feel this at all ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The night owl walked through the corpse on the ground and walked towards King Charles, who was lying on the ground, watching King Charles keep bleeding out the wounds with blood He is struggling to stand up again, and trying to find a sword on the ground to continue fighting.

Really a tough enemy, Ye Xiao sighed in his heart.

The night owl jumped forward, pressing himself down with the power of the storm and falling on King Charles. The double weight crushed King Charles ’s other arm, while pressing King Charles on the ground.

The night owl lifted the "spirit" and waved in front of King Charles, laughing wildly surrounded by a startled knight. The knights became more angry because of the night owl's play, and issued various curses.

In the end, the night owl raised the demeanor over his head and looked down at King Charles.

"What's your name?" King Charles asked with a sad expression on his face.

"Death." Ye Xiao said, then pierced the man's face with the tip of the "spirit" downward, and poked deeply into the rock below. Although he took a few steps backwards, he fell to the ground, and the "spirit" in his hand fell to the ground, disappearing in a touch of smoke.