Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 781 The Great Emperor
"Ho...ho...ho..."

In the palace, the panting of Emperor Uriel I was as heavy as a bellows.

His right hand held up his heart, that strong and powerful heart was tightly bound by purple-black phantom chains, deeply strangling into the atrium.In the hole dug out of his chest, black blood washed over the gap like a waterfall, soaking the ground under his feet black in large swaths.

"This is... this is my country!"

He suddenly roared again, and then the hand holding the heart exerted force, the powerful heart couldn't bear his grip, and together with the purple-black imaginary chain, it was pinched and exploded in his hand .

After doing all this, his legs could no longer support his body, his knees gave way, and he fell forward.But before he fell to his knees, the great emperor gritted his teeth hard, and forced his knees to fall to one knee, putting half of his body on the other leg that was still upright.

He was still panting, but Cyril could clearly feel that his panting was gradually calming down, the filthy breath on his body was gradually dissipating, and his newly born eyes gradually became clearer.

He squeezed his own heart with his own hands, but this didn't seem to represent the end of his life; on the contrary, the aura on his body was climbing rapidly, and soon it had grown to the natural disaster level strength that Cyril was familiar with level.

"Is there any special life-saving treasure?" Cyril secretly guessed, theoretically speaking, there should be no treasure that can withstand Danya's filth and erosion, but if it is the emperor of Ossa Emma, ​​maybe he can How about getting a special treasure linked to a god?
"you……"

Emperor Uriel I finally regained his strength. He looked up at the upright young man in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Which province are you a warrior from?"

"Province?" Cyril smiled, "I'm from La Rochelle."

"The people of La Rochelle..." The pupils of Emperor Uriel I shrank obviously, but then he showed a helpless smile, "The people of La Rochelle... Okay, okay, I didn't expect it to be a La Rochelle People, wake me up in the country of St. Emma. The family hates the country, I didn't expect the people of La Rochelle to be so generous..."

"Generous? Don't make a mistake." Cyril sneered, "Your son Pelagius Heris died at my hands."

Uriel I staggered, but then stabilized his figure, and Cyril had already continued:

"Ulster Emma is dead in name only, Uriel Herris." Cyril called his name directly, "The filth has swallowed up the entire territory of Ulster Emma, ​​and the land you are so proud of has been completely destroyed For the wasteland."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand. Natural power continuously spread out from his palm, trying to heal the wounds of Emperor Uriel I. "We have a common enemy...huh?"

He was surprised to find that there was no trace of healing at the wound, but the torso around the wound he healed gradually showed signs of cracking.

"I'm already dead." Emperor Uriel I shook his head, "I still have the last two hours, this is the effect of the Returning Soul Orb."

He pushed away Cyril's hand, straightened up, and said slowly:
"You are right, we have a common enemy... Bishop Nicole, I never thought it would be him..."

"Perhaps the worst thing I have ever done in my life was to let the development of the Primordial Church, he planted foundations everywhere in St. The city devours, San Hercoente is taken over by filth in an instant..."

"Shame, it's an absolute shame!"

Emperor Uriel I's face became more and more gloomy, and his emotions were like a brewing volcano: "Ao San Emma can't just be destroyed by my hands, at least in the last two hours..."

"Do you know where Nicole is?" Cyril asked quickly.

"He? Of course it's on Crowleranfin."

"Kole Lanfen Mountain?" Cyril remembered that this mountain with an awkward name was located behind the Palace of St. Emma, ​​and it was one of the holy places of the Primordial Church.

"A few months ago... No, it's already 1443. About a year and a half ago, a fire broke out on Mount Koleranfen, and the original churches in the whole city showed visions." Uriel Emperor I recalled, "Nicole told me that this is the great Danya's response to the world, and it is a pious recognition of Ossa Emma."

"Big fire..." Cyril couldn't help clenching his fists.

Of course he knew which fire it was.

That fire was bought at the cost of Photios' life.

"Did he... mention the ceremony, or anything related to the ceremony?" Cyril asked after thinking for a moment.

"Ceremony? Ceremony? Oh, on the eve of the outbreak of filth, he once talked to me, saying that he was going to hold a grand Primordial Ceremony...Damn it!"

"I don't have much time. In the remaining time, I will tear up that rebel—" Emperor Uriel I roared, and then turned around, facing the back of the palace.

He took three steps at a time, stepped forward and grabbed his own throne, the heavy throne was easily lifted by his hands, and then thrown forward viciously by those powerful arms!
"boom!"

The throne smashed through the thick wall behind the palace, turned into a burning meteor, and smashed towards the direction of the Kuolelanfen Mountain.

Cyril was still thinking about why the emperor was so reckless, and what was the use of throwing a throne. At the end of the falling meteor, a bright red cloud suddenly turned up, and the flames were burning fiercely. The mountains are set on fire.

And Emperor Uriel I kept walking, and he began to run forward with big strides. Every time he took a step, his body grew a bit bigger. When he smashed through the beams of the palace and rushed out of the palace, his height It has reached more than ten meters, and the legs are so thick that five Cyrils need to hug them.

"Nickel!!!"

His voice was like a storm in the raging sea, blowing the pervading black mist backwards, his eyes were burning with thousands of rages, he turned around abruptly, and grabbed the entire palace , and then broke it into two with both hands, and threw it violently with both left and right hands at the same time!
"Boom boom boom!"

The two parts of the palace were like two halves of a puzzle in his hands. They were lightly thrown, collided with each other fiercely in the air, and finally exploded with a bang. The broken buildings turned into burning flying stars and landed on the ground. In the black mist, it fell in the city that was soaked in filth.

Those flames were not extinguished because of the fall, but continued to burn blazingly, and even the filth that surged couldn't swallow them.

And Emperor Uriel I slapped his chest vigorously with both hands, roaring like thunder from the sky:
"This is my country, this is my Ost Emma!"

"Who allowed you to act like this in my country—"

"I will personally sentence you to death!!"

Amidst his roar, the surging black cloud also gave a corresponding response, but he saw groups of black clouds rushing towards the place where he was standing, and they turned into tall, formed by the moment they were about to hit the ground. A colossus made up of Ulstaemma soldiers, intent on grappling with him.

But Emperor Uriel I punched straight forward, knocking the heads of the filthy giant closest to him away with one punch, and then tore off its arm with the other hand, treating it like a giant club, and violently knocked over On the other side was a tall giant who rushed towards him.Those giants screamed in pain, they were pushed to the ground by him, and one foot was broken from the middle of the waist. Then, just like the palace he threw out before, they threw them all out with their left hand and right hand!
Gorgeous flames continued to bloom over the city, like the cruelest fireworks show.The emperor fought frantically against the seemingly endless black cloud, and his cries never ceased, and even one was louder than the other——

Cyril stood behind him, in the ruins of the palace, watching the battle that belonged to Emperor Uriel I.

From the beginning to the end, Nichol did not reveal his existence, he just manipulated the filthy black cloud to kill the emperor's remaining time.The blazing flames didn't seem to matter to him, and he didn't care if the flames dispersed the filth in the city, or consumed the filthy black cloud around the mountain...

Nicole, are you planning something, can't you get away?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and subconsciously reached out to touch his chest.

There, the original necklace hanging there is emitting a heat that is completely different from the previous warmth. It is as hot as a small stove. Cyril can even hear the urgency from the heat. Meaning of compulsion——

What are you in a hurry for?Would you be able to make a difference here...

A flash of inspiration flashed in Cyril's mind, and he immediately tore off the primordial necklace that was side by side with the colorless transparent water drop necklace on his chest, and threw it upwards forcefully:

"Uriel Herries, catch it, use this!"

The small necklace is too small for the huge Emperor Uriel I, but Uriel I, who just pierced the chest of a giant with a punch, turned around quickly and grabbed it nimbly. He took the necklace thrown by Cyril, and then, together with the giant whose chest was pierced by it, threw it towards the mountain surrounded by black mist and fire clouds in the distance——

"Roar-roar-roar-"

This time, the giant let out an extremely tragic cry. It was flying in mid-air, and the red flame that was originally burning on its body suddenly turned into a gorgeous golden color, and this golden flame was like a shark smelling blood. Facing the large expanse of black mist in front of him, he didn't show any fear at all, and unexpectedly spread from the giant's body, burning towards the thick black mist!
This piece of golden flame was burning fiercely, and the black clouds that were still in full swing just now seemed to have seen a natural enemy, and suddenly rolled back together.

But the golden flames had already risen up, and as the black cloud rolled back, it simply spread to the mountain, turning the originally burning mountain fire into gold!

"It works so well?"

Not only Cyril, but even Emperor Uriel I was stunned. He immediately became ecstatic, quickly grabbed the remaining giant pieces that had not been thrown, and tried to throw them all out, becoming the golden flame's fuel.

But the moment he grabbed a piece of the giant's limb, a thick black spear flew out of the retreating black cloud. The speed was not fast, but it made Emperor Uriel I unable to react at all. Flying so straight and level——

Then it penetrated the right cheek of Emperor Uriel I.

And this is just the beginning.

Countless sharp spears shot out from the black mist, shooting at the emperor standing there from various angles.And Emperor Uriel I, who was hit by the first spear and froze, couldn't respond at all, and could only be pierced by these countless spears.

"Why, why do you always destroy my rituals when it's important? Photios too, and you too, Uriel, isn't it good for you to be a substitute for Leander at ease? Isn't it good to be a follower of filth? What's the matter? The difference? You have to, you have to come to make trouble for me—Danya's flame, damn it, where did you get it—”

In the black cloud, a voice is roaring.

But Emperor Uriel I could no longer hear him.

His tall body grew shorter and shorter, and when the last spear passed through his throat, he was completely nailed to the ground.

The face of the giant that could no longer be distinguished was still twitching. Cyril looked at the face facing him after the fall, and muttered in his thick lips:

"This is... my... country..."

Then there was no more sound.

Only one black pupil remained, staring straight at the young man standing there.

"Ah, I know." Cyril looked away from those black eyes.

He held Igwok of the Holy White Alliance in his hand, and the point of the downward facing sword was raised as he raised his hand, gradually pointing forward.

"I found the trail of Nicole."

With force from his feet, the magic power of his whole body burst out, and his figure disappeared in place with a sound explosion. In an instant, he pierced through the thick clouds and landed heavily on the middle of the pitch-black mountain.A figure is twisting in a strange posture in front of it, and the roar echoing in the space is coming from this figure.

"Who, who is it?!" This figure seemed to be aware of the arrival of the uninvited guest, and was about to turn around, but a hot and sharp long sword had already pierced from behind him, slamming him fiercely. It pierced through the side of his waist and pierced through his chest.

His whole body was lifted up in the air by this stab, and there was only a continuous sound of ho ho in his throat.

"Photios...it's Photios' aura, a nasty aura!"

He shouted vigorously, his body twisted continuously, four arms came out of his body, and grabbed the assassin behind him, but a scorching force came from behind, making him scream.

And the young man who stabbed the long sword from his back, his eyes were like long lines, and his pupils were full of coldness.

"Photius?"

"Unfortunately, that's my teacher."

(End of this chapter)