Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 157 The Last Merovingian Knight

In fact, there was no need for Granset to duel anymore, the blade was no longer there, and he was at a disadvantage, the blood in his chest kept flowing out, and the magic power was not enough to completely repair all the lead bullet holes.

But the blood knight may not surrender, even if the eight winds stay away, it will not help.

When Roel and the others shot, those black knights charged at the humans unscrupulously. Kingdom Knights, Death Knights, Holy Grail Knights, and Blood Knights fought together.

When the lance made of white bones pierced Nok's side, they also reached the end in the long tug-of-war.

It was a river, a branch of the Bourier, long and swift, sometimes swift, sometimes gentle, like the wrath of nature.

Although Nok was exhausted, he also vaguely felt that the current strength of his ancestors was just a flashback. He held a sword blade, turned around and collided with the lance.

The sizzling sparks and the piercing sound of the thick blade piercingly sounded like something that could only come out of a factory or blacksmith shop...

"Hmm!" The giant sword was completely pierced through metal, plate armor, and cloth armor into Noke's chest, blood flowed out, and then Noke's arm exerted force, breaking the bone gun with a click.

Unfortunately, both of them have no weapons anymore. The giant sword with half of the bone gun hanging on it is almost useless as a weapon, and it will only hit your own head when you swing it.

Nock threw away his weapon and got off his horse. He was out of breath, and the blood from his chest continued to flow out. The condition of the Blood Knight was not bad.

"asshole…"

Nock supported the horse and walked forward step by step, and so did Grantset, the silver armor and the bright red armor gradually approached.

During their battles, their armor had already been riddled with holes. In a duel of superhuman strength, their fists could directly remove the dented armor.

Creak creak creak creak, the terrifying sound that makes one's teeth sore constantly, and the sound of knights fighting in the distant plain is an excellent background music.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of metal, making it hard to tell the difference.

Grantset still vaguely remembered what happened when he was not a vampire. He and his knight teacher often practiced boxing in this way. At least before knight 16, fighting was a very important subject.

It's ridiculous to say that he actually recalled his past in his offspring, but the other side's path was what he had always wanted to be.

for what?Resentment towards yourself?
"You..." Gransett rubbed his cheeks, the traces of bright red were on his face, and there were traces of purple on his fair face.

"what's your name?"

Noke's condition was also very bad. He held his nose, and the bruises refused to go away for a long time. "Noke, Noke Granset, sir, I have checked a lot of information about you, ancestor."

"Where did your former honor go?"

After Nock gasped, Grantset just looked at the bright sky and laughed!

"Now, in Merovingian, in Musilon, when you Bator people betrayed the Duke, I killed the Ratman warlord, and I fought the Beastmen. The lady didn't give me any gifts."

"Now, if you come to kill me, she will be merciful again!?"

"Am I more evil than what I kill?! Where is my contribution to Bretonnia?"

With a wry smile, Gransett's cheeks were full of wry smiles, but he just peeled off his gauntlet forcefully, pinched it hard, and made the iron sheet into a dagger, and blood continued to flow from his palm.

"Okay, let's end it, end everything."

Noke stabilized his body, he didn't have that much strength, his arms were already sore and weak. "No, the Bretonnians have not forgotten, and those ancient books are still clearly checked."

"It's just that you fell into a ruined and dark heart that made you what you are today..."

"The knights owe you forever, and owe Meroving a great deal, but this is not the root of your tyranny."

"Kill the king, enslave life, make people unable to sleep at night, betray nature, manipulate the magic wind, kill the baron."

"Honor cannot offset sin. If you really want to be a true knight, then you should betray Duke Merovingian and join the lady's camp."

Granset stabbed forward, and the rough blood-red dagger bounced like a python. This was his answer, he would not betray the Duke!
The sword pierced Nok's arm. Granset predicted that he had the intention to kill, but why did he stab it crookedly?

Because he subconsciously felt that his descendants would dodge, and predicted his dodging route, but the reality was that Nock did not dodge or dodge, the dagger penetrated into the flesh and blood, and penetrated the armor.

Nock suddenly grabbed his hand and snatched the weapon. "I owe you this."

Then pull out the blade on the arm. "This is, my reward, what you owe me!"

When he kicked, Granset didn't dodge, but to be honest, rather than being unable to dodge, he was already disheartened.

The resurrection of the Duke is a certainty. He believes that Pete Fonti will find the master with the sword. He also feels that he has lived for 700 years and fought for 700 years. He is too tired.

The vampire lay on the grass in Bretonnia, just like when he was a human, the green grass beside the river hadn't been polluted by the magic of the dead.

It's just that his blood was wet on it, but the grass and trees quickly withered, looking like they were lying on a wasteland.

Only his own wasteland.

Nock's blade was pierced into his neck, and the dagger with the Holy Blood of the Holy Grail Knight was shining brightly. The sharp blade sank into Granset's head, and there was a scorching sound under the white skin.

The strong vitality of the vampire prevented him from dying. He looked at the man in front of him, his eyes were empty, and the knight's appearance overlapped with his own duke.

He spoke, hoarse and inaudible. "Duke, I'm back."

The magic power bestowed by the lady irreversibly and destructively destroyed and spread out on his body. The thing he was once proud of, the powerful body, continued to crumble in the face of death, like the worst charcoal baked by a farmer.

Only one set of armor was left, so tattered that no one would want to wear it again.

The black knights lost their master's magic power and suddenly fell apart. The knights of the kingdom looked at each other, and then looked at the sky and shouted!

"Nock Grantsett!"

"Nock Grantsett!"

Turning the time back a little bit, in the distance to the west, smoke billowed and filled the air. After the smell of black powder dissipated, the huge body was only browned on the outer layer. This thing specially strengthened the defense against the strike force!

It's like you punch your fist in the fur, and it's very burn resistant, not at all... flammable like the bats it's made of.

Maybe it was too much corpse fluid accumulated by rot, but in any case, this is a difficult enemy to deal with.

"Who is your father..." Roel felt wrong when he saw the relationship between it and Granset, he asked boldly, but the thing kept repeating.

"Merovingian, Merovingian!" Roel quickly dodged it, but his physical strength was not unlimited. Sweat dripped down his forehead and wet his clothes.

The smell of corruption filled the air, making people sick, Roel held his breath, and the gun was inserted into its chest.

A violent explosion followed, blasting away the flesh and blood on it. Because of the power of the iron pellet, the body of the abomination was broken open, and the green dimensional stone on the chest was exposed to the air...

(End of this chapter)