Knight and Wand

Chapter 235 Toward Death
The mighty impact of splitting mountains and splitting rocks opened up a road in the woods.

With the recoil of the wind hammer that hit him in an instant, Leon's body fell from the air, and his legs slid in the mud.

He thrust the gun blade that had extinguished the molten flame deeply into the ground, and finally stopped his body from retreating.

With his blood boiling, he gasped heavily and Gungnir, who was bearing the blow head-on, shook wildly.

As Leon's heart pounded, he could barely hold on to the shaking weapon in his hand.

"Um"

A groaning sound came from the front.

Leon quickly stood up, adjusted his heavy breathing, and relaxed his tense muscles.

He focused his gun and tilted it towards the most dangerous enemy he had ever faced since he traveled through time.

In the dust and fog, the Peacock Knight walked over with a sickle and a broadsword in hand.

"Your weapon is good."

The old earl said with great interest, sizing up the other's sudden change in strength, and speculated: "Young man, your performance is different from what I expected. I thought you couldn't block this knife. Let me guess, Duosen's necklace should be in your hands?"

"Dawson?"

Leon was stunned when he heard this name which he hadn't heard for a long time.

He originally thought that the son-in-law he had killed might be a lion scorpion knight who had died in battle at his hands.

Unexpectedly, it was the beast who slaughtered Selva.

"Baron Viper of Redingburg, is Doson Casoles your son-in-law?"

"Yes, it seems that the poem is quite detailed." Count Arsen nodded from a distance.

"I see that you are a very elegant knight, but I didn't expect that you would take that evil snake as your son-in-law. Do you know why Dason died?" Leon did not deny it, but tried to buy more breathing space.

Hearing this, the Peacock Knight lowered his blade, raised the long pole and held it with both hands, shaking his head at the other party:

"Don't get me wrong, Lord Pendragon. I have no hatred towards you, and I haven't had any contact with that kid Dawson for many years."

As he spoke, he leaned sideways, holding his broadsword in his hand, facing away from him.

"But since he married my poor illegitimate daughter and took care of her for many years, even if it was for the wealth I gave him, he is now dead and his clan is exterminated. Naturally, I have to settle this karma for him. If you want to hate me, then hate me. I have killed countless people with my sword, and I can bear the hatred of the resentful souls."

Leon couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this:
"How can I hate you? Many knights of Kantardar have died at my hands. We are both killers. If I am not as skilled as others and die on the battlefield, there is nothing to complain about."

As he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked past the figure of the knight.

Seeing the Death Claws rushing towards him, Leon just felt a little hopeful, but then he saw several Scorpion-tailed Lions flying overhead, swooping down towards their griffin companions and crashing into the woods.

Several ferocious beasts and the Kantadar knights on their backs surrounded the lone griffin, blocking the only help he could hope for.

".Good momentum. Those who kill should be killed. This is only natural. Moreover, dying on the battlefield is the best ending for warriors like us."

The old earl, who came here only for the knight in front of him, completely ignored the sounds of the griffin being hunted behind him and laughed heartily: "Since you have such an open-minded awareness, then let's fight each other to our heart's content!"

——Bang! ! !

The ground shook, and a wave of air rushed towards him as the great knight stepped forward.

Under the amplification of the boiling heart, Leon could only barely catch a glimpse of the figure that flashed by.

This terrifying speed, faster than a flying arrow, was something he had only seen in Olivia.

You can't fight hard. Even if Gungnir can withstand another blow, your own hands won't be able to withstand it.

Griffin Knight completely surrendered his battle thoughts to reaction and suddenly took a step back.

But he failed to dodge the slash and it only grazed the blade of the gun that Leon instinctively blocked, causing his weapon to smash deeply into the ground as if it had been knocked down by a dragon.

As rocks flew across the sand, before he could draw his weapon back, he saw the Peacock Knight's missed slash not pause, but turned into a horizontal slash like a whirlwind.

The condensed wind pressure roared, and Leon opened his eyes wide, sensing the pure magic bursting out from the other party's body.

The huge energy was like a storm and a blade, and the big knife slashed and bombarded over.

Unable to retain the magic power he had deliberately saved, Leon shouted loudly, holding the tail end of the magic spear in his right hand and forcibly lifted Gungnir.

The wind hammer technique transformed magic power into a spiral storm, which collided head-on with the pure force of the great knight's slash.

Amidst the deafening roar, the shock wave uprooted the surrounding trees.

Leon's body did not resist, using the force to move backwards to create a distance.

"Nice power! Northern warlocks are just more interesting than my southern wizards."

The heroic laughter from Yassen's mouth couldn't even keep up with his movements.

The Peacock Knight took a step forward, swung the sword as light as a feather, and approached the knight who had not yet landed.

However, the upward slashing attack that followed had not yet been completed.

He suddenly saw the young man rolling in the air, and the spear blade stabbed towards the gap in his visor like a dragon.

Yasen raised the knife and tapped it lightly, fanning away the gun blade that seemed to know its position in advance.

But at the moment when he was about to pull down the sword with his right hand and continue to attack with the reverse blade, he saw that the blocked gun blade actually rotated with Leon's body, drawing an arc like a graceful flying swallow, and killed him from the other side.

Time seemed to stand still, and scorching flames rose from the gorgeous silver gun blade.

Yasen was unwilling to test whether the helmet could withstand this unknown magic weapon, so he switched from offense to defense, held down his broadsword, and hit the sun disc behind the opponent's gun blade, deflecting the incoming attack again.

The Peacock Knight took a shock step and pushed forward with his left hand. The end of the long-handled sword hit Leon's body hard as he fell.

The black-armored knight flew out like a cannonball, passing through the dense forest until he crashed into a tree trunk with a crack and rolled back to the ground.

Count Arsen jumped high with a big knife in hand, his body passed through the treetops in front of him, and fell down with a bang.

"What a sharp spearmanship! If I had gone back a few decades and was the same age as you, I would have died in your hands."

He looked at the young knight who struggled to get up with his spear, and couldn't help but feel curious: "This unique body movement and spear skills are quite master-like, but I have fought with the northern knights for more than ten years and have never seen this style of skills. Who is your teacher? From what school? Which northern knight is your mentor?"

Covering the broken breastplate, Leon swallowed the blood in his throat and kept exhaling bloody breath.

Feeling the excruciating pain inside and outside his body, he knew that if nothing unexpected happened, all his ribs were broken and his internal organs were also deeply injured.
If it weren't for this expensive dwarf armor that resisted some of the force, and if it weren't for the boiling heart that comprehensively strengthened his physique, he would probably have died if he had taken a head-on blow.

"I don't have a teacher, I'm just self-taught," Leon responded with a hoarse and miserable laugh.

At least he didn't want the other party to know about Olivia's existence. Fortunately, Goliath's poetry story was based on folk rumors, and there was no trace of his own girl in the half-true and half-false lies he and Uncle Brian had woven.

"If you don't want to talk, then forget it. If you can fight me for five rounds, young snake slayer, I will give you a dignified death and send your body intact back to the Northland."

Yasen did not continue to ask. He did not think that the young man in front of him could master the skills that go straight to the essence of martial arts. But as long as the opponent's teacher was still alive and he had not died, there would definitely be a chance for a fight.

Who knows, this young man’s teacher might come for revenge soon.

Looking up at the Peacock Knight standing with a knife in his hand, Leon forced himself to think hard about more chances of survival.

It really is. I have tried everything, including martial arts, physical fitness, and experience. Facing this powerful knight who has completely crushed me, could it be that just one carelessness today will lead to my death?
".If I surrender to you, can you spare my life?"

Leon coughed up the smell of blood and made a final effort at the cost of giving up his dignity.

Arsen paused, surprised by the other party's sudden plea for mercy.

"These words do not seem to match the awareness you just expressed."

Raising his broadsword, the Peacock Knight did not waver in his decision.

Leon slowly stepped back, still determined to survive: "I have reasons why I can't die here. I may be the only one who can stop the disaster in the east."

"Disaster? I don't know what you mean, but if you can't even save yourself, how can you talk about a disaster that only you can prevent? If you want to live, knock me down." Yasen said no more and rushed forward. "As you wish!" Leon gritted his teeth, retreated violently, and quickly threw something with his backhand.

--call!

The dagger flew accurately towards the gap in the Peacock Knight's visor.

But facing this non-threatening throw, Arsen simply raised his long pole and blocked the spinning short blade.

Immediately afterwards, another sharp object was thrown towards him by the dying griffin knight.

Yasen narrowed his eyes. He saw that the other party had just taken the opportunity to turn sideways to cover up the action of taking something from his waist bag.

Taking into account the opponent's identity as a warlock, the Peacock Knight did not use his weapon to block the attack as he did just now for the sake of caution.

He dodged the dart-like square flakes by leaning sideways, letting the "little cleverness" fly into the woods behind him.

With his footsteps on the ground, the great knight swung his sword like the wind, slashing at the seriously injured opponent who had no strength left.

——Death entered the countdown measured in seconds.

Staring at the blade that was approaching like a phantom, Leon no longer had the strength to dodge. The magic power that he had barely managed to retain was completely drained away in silence, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

——The sharp blade slashed down.

The shadow of death, which he had not felt for many years, enveloped the dragon slayer's mind.

"!!"

The great knight turned around in an instant.

——Boom!
The earth-shaking tremor spread.

The wind visible to the naked eye made the great knight's armor and peacock feathers flutter.

The flaming halberd blade cut into the shaft.

The cracking sound is crisp.

The long-handled sword that Yasen raised high was cut off directly in the middle of the handle.

He dodged and slashed sideways in horror, abandoning the chopped-off weapon. The great knight held the shaft of the halberd with both hands, trying his best to stop the enemy's changing horizontal slashes.

The silver-armored warrior appeared out of nowhere, dragging a long halberd behind him, turning the long pole, and sweeping the tail end, forcing Arsen to let go and quickly dodge.

Pulling some distance from the danger, the Peacock Knight drew the sword from his waist.

He saw the silent heavily-armored halberd warriors rushing forward to chase and kill him, and a thousand doubts flashed through his mind.

Is he the Great Knight of Orland?
When did you get close?

Who is it? An armor I've never seen before, an emblem I've never seen before, a sun disk? Could it be the Holy Sun Knight of Serrian?
Before the dragon slayer could figure out this powerful enemy who had come out of nowhere, he had to wield his sword to parry.

The sword shines like a crescent moon, and the halberd's flame turns into the sun.

The trees and rocks that blocked the fight between the two were as fragile as tofu that would break at the slightest touch.

The fight between the two powerful warriors was like two Tyrannosaurus Rex rolling through the forest.

Garron, who was wielding the halberd, was surrounded by red flames, and he continued to slash without stopping.

Having lost the long weapon that had accompanied him for many years, Yassen had to fight with a sword that was much shorter than the halberd. He had to resist the desperate attack of his opponent who was as skilled as him. He didn't even dare to fight against the halberd blade that was emitting a blazing flame. He was unable to fight back and looked embarrassed.

"Tell me your name! Doesn't anyone care about etiquette between knights anymore?"

Taking advantage of the brief moment of withdrawal, Count Arsen shouted in dissatisfaction.

"——I am not a knight." Garron said coldly and pounced forward. He could feel that the time for his spirit to appear was not much longer than last time, only less than a dozen breaths.

He was not Commander Gelvin, and as an ordinary Yanyang Guard, he could not guarantee that he could kill this powerful warrior who threatened his lord in such a short time.

"Hoo."

Leon, who had lost his strength, was breathing heavily, beads of sweat were dripping down his face, and blood was oozing out from between his teeth.

The huge consumption of maintaining the Silver Neti Card further burned up his nearly exhausted life energy.

His vision was blurred, and he almost instinctively clenched the magic gun in his hand.

All the cards are out, this is the last chance
have to
Garron must be helped.
Supporting himself on one knee, Leon tried to lift Gungnir, but he had never felt it so heavy.

It was so heavy that he couldn't lift it as usual, let alone use javelins to support his heroic spirit.

Laura, help me get a lighter one next time.
Feeling bitter in his heart, Leon thought and turned the magic wand into nothingness.

He raised his right hand high.

The invisible atmospheric elements immediately bound it and flew into the sky.

He raised his head, his deep black pupils barely able to make out the blurry noises coming from the front through his dizzy vision.

Leon pointed forward with his right hand, and thunder rumbled in the clouds above his head.

Having broken the taboo on the use of this replica of the holy spear, he transformed the form of the magic spear again today.

——Gungnir!
Bursts of thunder condensed in the gloomy storm clouds.

The lightning spear, like a divine punishment, banged down on Count Arsen in the distance.

The falling lightning blasted up countless dust particles, and the shining arcs crackled and spread.
After draining away the last bit of magic, Leon's vision fell into darkness.

The dizzy and fainting feeling was like the near-death experience of exhausting energy during the first magic training, and also like the pain of releasing Isha's Arrow for the first time.

But this time, there was no Corvis to help him replenish his magic power, and no companion to lead him out of danger.
Exhausted, he sat down on the tree stump behind him to avoid falling directly to the ground. A feeling of hunger that seemed to penetrate into his soul inexplicably came over him.

Something is growing.
Yoshihisa
He had lost the ability to move his fingers, and could not tell whether he was awake or had fallen into a coma.
Until a pair of knight's steel boots came into the blurry vision.

Those are not Garron's greaves.
A crystal card that was split in half fell in front of Leon.

". I never thought it was witchcraft that could summon such a powerful magical creature."

An old voice with disordered and difficult breathing sounded.

The dragon-slaying knight seemed to have lost his composure.

The cold broken knife reached under Leon's neck guard and lifted up the chin of the winged helmet knight.

Through the visor, Leon vaguely saw Count Arsen, who had lost his peacock helmet, covering the huge wound on his side with one hand, and staring at him with regret on his old face.

".Unfortunately, if the spell could last a few more moments, I would probably die at the hands of your summons."

Controlling his muscles to tighten the horrific wound on his abdomen, Yassen reached out and pulled off the winged helmet of the black-armored knight in front of him.

He wanted to see what kind of person this guy who almost pushed him into a desperate situation was.

The great knight's enormous strength directly broke the lock and removed the opponent's helmet.

The long black hair fell down, freed from its restraints, and draped around the handsome face of the young man.
Looking at the young man who had lost his color and had dull eyes, Yassen was slightly stunned.

I never thought that the opponent had such inconvenient long hair under his helmet.

However, it doesn’t matter anymore.

With the blade against his throat, he would keep his promise and leave the other person with an intact body.

"I will remember your name, the Serpent Slayer of Orland."

Blade Swing
(End of this chapter)