Knight and Wand

Chapter 281 Holy Sun Iris

The screaming doctor's skin visibly shrank and the flesh sunk to reveal the bones underneath.

The body of the old knight, who was thirsty for blood, was also changing at the same time. The bandaged wound on his chest gradually healed, and the scars on his face that had lasted for years faded visibly. Even his skin gradually became tight and smooth, as if returning to its youth.

The other doctors screamed in fear and fled to the corner.

Witnessing the drastic changes happening before his eyes, Harvey turned sideways in horror, swung his wand with his right hand, and chanted a spell.

The blazing red light instantly wrapped around the staff and gathered at the top, spraying a ball of blazing elemental fire towards the mutated Baron Balfe.

The old knight with a mouth full of sharp teeth threw away the mummy in his hand with incredible agility, and his tall and sturdy body rushed to the wall like the wind.

The flames shot into the air and hit the doctor's dried corpse, causing it to explode with a bang.

Harvey had just controlled the magic flame to escape from the mummy and ordered the flame to chase Balfe on the wall again, when he saw the opponent jump up and down, with the sharp claws extending from his five fingers, and he was in front of him in less than half a second.

The young warlock master interrupted the spell with a chill in his back and raised his wand to block the sharp claws that were coming down on his head.

However, he was still knocked back by a palm strike from the Knight of the Order of Arms, whose strength far exceeded that of his life.

Boom! The warlock's back hit the door hard, and the door was smashed into pieces. Harvey fell into the corridor and hit the wall hard before falling back to the ground.

Harvey felt his internal organs shifted and was in great pain. He spat out a mouthful of blood and groaned inwardly.

He was only fifty years old. As a newly recognized high-level warlock, he had spent most of his life studying magic in the academy and had never learned close combat. Facing a powerful Knight of Arms in such a close and small environment without any preparation, Harvey knew that his chances of winning were extremely low.

Then he heard the sound of a leaping figure in the wind, and Harvey suddenly grabbed his wand and thrust it forward.

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"——In the name of Wind Caller, retreat!!"

The warlock roared out an ancient spell with great force, and with it, Baron Balfe was driven back into the house.

Not daring to fight with the old knight who had mutated into a blood-sucking monster, Harvey took the opportunity to draw a seal and lower the blade of his staff, casting the formed enhanced spell "Wind Boots" on his feet.

His body floated slightly, and the warlock lit the holy lamp on his waist. With the help of the light, he turned around and dived into the depths of the corridor.

Compared to Balf, he was more anxious about the destruction of the concealment spell and whether he had been sensed by the extremely dangerous blood magic.

As if what he feared would come true, Harvey, who was running on the floating wind, suddenly stopped.

The light from the Holy Soul Guardian Lamp illuminated a faint scarlet blood mist in front of them.

Without any hesitation, he kicked open a door next to him as quickly as possible and escaped inside.

The warlock was delighted when he entered the bright hall. He remembered that this was a restaurant in the fortress, and directly opposite it was an open-air balcony facing the outside of the fortress!
But the next second, the strong smell of blood around him penetrated into his nasal cavity.

The holy lamps illuminated the tables, where the bodies of Kantadar soldiers had been ripped open and laid out like food.

Torn armor, broken limbs, and corpses everywhere
".Aurands with the Kantardars.Aurands"

There were bursts of ghostly, heavy whispers in his ears, and Harvey didn't have time to be surprised to find that they were speaking Feru language instead of Uriah.

With his keen magical perception, he detected the vengeful spirits and blood-sucking monsters wandering invisibly in the seemingly empty hall.

".betrayal betrayal"

Hearing the resentful voice getting closer, the warlock suddenly took off the lantern and desperately injected magic power into it, lighting up the light vibration of the holy lamp according to the secret method of Master Leon.

The burst of sunlight suddenly spread out with Harvey as the center.

Countless angry and shrill screams rang out in an instant, and the blurry figures in the shadows retreated angrily.

Unable to imagine how many blood-sucking monsters he was surrounded by, the Warlock Master hurriedly chanted incantations and waved his staff and spear, trying to take the opportunity to summon more powerful attack magic to eliminate the dangers around him.

A violent gust of magic power gathered, and just as he was about to finish reciting several incantations, suddenly, the tip of his staff and spear with magic patterns on it was grasped by a hand covered with bright red armor.

The wand seemed to be frozen in it, and no matter how hard Harvey struggled to grab it, it didn't move at all.

".Silence, wizard."

The deep and hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, with a scarlet high-crowned helmet, ferocious and gorgeous armor, and a pair of blood-red eyes.

Looking at the scarlet figure that did not exist in front of him the previous second, Harvey's blood froze with fear from the bottom of his soul.

Crack, as if crushing a dead branch, the spear blade forged with enchanted fine steel was instantly crushed by the blood-armored knight's palm.

A blood-red mist suddenly rushed into the unformed manic element of the magic spell.

——Boom! ! !
The violent explosion drove billowing flames and impact, and the tables, chairs, sundries and corpses in the entire restaurant were blown into the air and burned to ashes in the fire storm.

The columns separating the halls were blown into flying rubble.

A dark figure was blown high out of the hall by the shock wave, flew over the fortress terrace, fell from mid-air, and landed on the ground with a thud.

All the hair on his face had disappeared. In agony, Harvey stretched out his robe's sleeves with trembling hands and raised his horribly burnt face with difficulty.

His eyes were blind, his eyelids and lips had disappeared, leaving only charred and twisted wounds. He looked like a dead sorcerer, crawling forward desperately in fear, relying on his survival instinct.

Just after I climbed a distance, I heard a series of vague footsteps coming from the front.

The warlock, who suffered severe damage and backlash from his spell, felt despair.

At the front of the team that followed the explosion, Azerien, holding a torch high, recognized the miserable-looking magic consultant from the warlock's robes that were still flashing with magic patterns: "Master Harvey!"

Teams of blood-soaked knights gathered around one after another.

Earl Elliver walked quickly through the crowd, stepped forward, leaned forward with his sword, and looked at the once young and handsome northern sorcerer with horror, and saw his current miserable state.

In the darkness where he could not see, Harvey's severely damaged hearing allowed him to vaguely perceive the voices of living people and the magic of the guardian holy lamp, and his desperate heartstrings were relieved.

But then, he opened his charred, lipless teeth and shouted out an inarticulate warning with difficulty.

".Hurry.Run!"

——Boom!
A loud whistling sound came from above everyone's head.

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

Large clouds of smoke and dust swept across the ground with the wind and waves.

The knights of the Thorn Flower Family and Kantadar immediately raised their weapons, formed a battle formation, and were alert to the sudden arrival of the scarlet fog.

The swirling red mist gradually revealed a figure in scarlet armor.

An ominous blade entangled with blood exudes a chilling aura, and long brown hair rises like tentacles behind the scarlet helmet.

His bloodshot eyes swept across the living before him, and he spoke in a hoarse and gloomy voice:
".You have nowhere to escape."

Feru language? Elliver stood up in astonishment and frowned, questioning the ominous being that could speak: "What kind of monster are you?"

Monster? Chewing on this word, Shaleman could only hear hundreds of thousands of hatreds in his mind, roaring at him densely.

Under the helmet, the pale face trembled.

“.Hahahahahahahahahahaha.”

The dry laughter, from the low hum of lost laughter, gradually became high-pitched and wild. The knight in blood-armor raised the magic sword and laughed loudly with his whole body shaking.

The laughter even stirred up waves, and the harsh sound waves seemed to vibrate as if they were real, like countless men and women wailing at the same time.

"Oh, Gods!" The knights instinctively stepped back and cursed, trying to endure the headaches and tinnitus that were hitting their brains.

But they could not hear their own voices amidst the roar of laughter.

The strong-willed soldiers gritted their teeth and persevered, but more soldiers struggled in pain, threw away their helmets, and tried desperately to cover their ears, with traces of blood oozing from their mouths, ears, eyes and noses.

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

Countless hatreds gnawed at his soul, and he longed to see the accomplices who stood in his way of revenge suffer the same torture.

Gusts of cold wind blew in compliance with the order. Clouds of blood mist hovered around the knights' formation. The faint echoes of death lingered in the ears of the soldiers who were shrinking their formation.

Between towers, under pillars, and in front of street windows, graceful and enchanting naked bodies floated like ghosts.

The figure in blood armor tilted his head and fixed his eyes on General Orland who was guarded by all the knights.

Rows of blood mist fell beside the blood-armored knights, condensing into undead knights holding swords.

boom!
A strong figure descended from the terrace, his bare feet nearly crushing the floor beneath him.

With a mouth full of fangs, Balfe pulled out his sharp claws from the two mummies in his hands, and looked towards his former master with his hungry and bloodshot eyes.

Elifer's pupils shrank slightly.

He could still recognize his old friend even though his face was completely changed.

Fury erupted from the heart of the Lord of the Thorn Flower.

".No matter what you are. You will pay the price tonight for blaspheming my knight!"

The roar of Count Thornflower was like a call to action.

The knights roared in battle, and along with Elifer, they charged towards the undead enemy that appeared in front of them.

Countless steel boots rumbled on the stone slabs of the square. The Knights of Thorn Flower guarded on both sides of the lord and rushed straight to the head of the enemy army in front. Knight Ron led the warriors of the Shatai Griffin Regiment on the left wing, and other Kantadar nobles led the soldiers on the right wing.

A whole row of strange undead knights turned into a cloud of blood mist the moment they took a step and seeped into the battle formation ahead.

There were flashes of swords and sabers, and in an instant a group of soldiers were killed in the killing feast of the strange enemy.

Azerien raised his spear and thrust it fiercely at the visor of the enemy in front of him, but the spear only passed through the red mist and hit the air.

He felt the blood rushing past his body and heard the cold wind blowing. He immediately turned around and took a step forward, swung his gun back, and opened the sharp sword that suddenly appeared behind him.

Amid the symphony of golden sounds, he wielded his spear to block the incoming sword. He seized the opportunity to dodge and thrust the tip of his spear into the gap in the opponent's armor.

Not surprisingly, the armored undead enemy ignored the damage, leaned sideways, raised his hand, and stabbed Azerien's helmet visor with his sword.

He had to raise his shoulders and use his shoulder armor to block the blade. Azerien bent down and used his strength to push the opponent to the side.

"Die, monster!" The knight's squire, who was waiting for an opportunity, swung his battle axe and smashed it hard on the helmet of the undead knight. Together with his master, he knocked him to the ground.

Azerien then pointed his gun at the Undead Knight on the ground, and just as the servant's axe was about to decapitate it, he felt his hand loosen, and the monster turned into a ball of blood mist again.

The axe blade hit the ground, causing the servant's hands to go numb. Azerien quickly turned around and leaned against his back to prevent the strange backstab from happening again.

In just a moment, the army's battle formation was thrown into chaos by the swift undead monsters. The blood mist knights appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the banshees who passed by out of nowhere dragged the soldiers to the ground.

Only the light of the holy lamp that continuously erupted in the center of the formation could barely dispel the nightmarish ghosts of the undead.

The screams wore away the soldiers' will, and people kept falling in the bloody battle.

Azerien saw that in the critical battle, the Knights of the Order of the Thornflower were brandishing their weapons, surrounding Lord Elliver, and advancing step by step towards the motionless Blood-Armored Knight.

He immediately abandoned the missing enemy and called on his servants and two Avalon knights to try to break through the obstacles and catch up.

At the front—Eliver was still as brave as he was young, swinging his sword swiftly, chopping off the enemy's head whose helmet had been smashed open by Baron Krosh's hammer. He picked up the fallen undead with one hand, and slashed the enemy's buttocks with his family heirloom sword. A cold light flashed, and the unstoppable dwarf steel sword cut through the bones, dismembering the bloody corpse.

Throwing away the broken leg in his hand, Elifer marched forward angrily.

Until the way was blocked by that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Forgive me, Balfe." Elifer clenched the hilt of his sword, pain in his eyes.

The vassals of Thorn Flower couldn't help but lower their weapons, and the distorted expressions under their masks almost made their teeth break.

The old knight obeyed the order and roared silently at his former master. There was a moment of struggle on his face, but the next second, the bloodthirsty instinct took over all his consciousness.

The burly body pounced forward, but it seemed that he had no ability to turn into mist. Balfe just attacked Earl Elliver at a high speed in his physical form.

But the unarmored body could not withstand the sharp blades of the Knights of Arms.

The cloak fluttered, and the sword of thorns that had been lifted up in Elipher's hand smoothly cut across his old friend's neck.

The heavy headless body fell to the ground behind the Lord of Thornflower, and Baron Taigas turned around and stabbed the halberd blade into his old friend's back, piercing his heart.

Unwilling to look back and witness the headless corpse struggling, Elifer roared and charged forward, leading his vassals to finally arrive in front of the damned Blood-Armored Knight.

The Knights of the Order of Arms laid siege, but no demons from the darkness stepped forward to stop them.

His pain is nothing compared to the real torture you would give him if he were to suffer such a fate. With the soul-stirring whispers echoing in his heart, Shaleman lifted up the magic sword at his side and took a step forward happily.

The figure suddenly dissipated, leaving behind an illusory trail of blood mist.

A flash of blood suddenly appeared in the eyes of Baron Taigas who was guarding his lord behind him.

This brave knight who had fought on the battlefield for more than ten years lost his ability to think forever in an instant.

The halberd that was used to block the sword was broken in half, and a line of blood appeared on the top of Taigas's helmet.

Including the man and the armor, the burly body was neatly split into two.

The magic sword drew a trajectory, and as the bright red figure disappeared and reappeared, it swept across the waist of the knight who turned around with a warhammer in his hand.

Krosh's upper body, wrapped in the breastplate, slowly separated from his lower limbs.

Charleman slowed down his body, as if he was enjoying the hatred in his heart that had slightly subsided. His extraordinary perception made everything around him seem to be frozen in time and slow down.

With a pair of bloodshot eyes, he admired the anger of Lord Orland who was slowly turning around, then looked away and saw another knight stabbing at him from the left with his spear.

Smelling the scent of the Kantadar people in the blood, anger made the red mist flicker again, and the scarlet shadow that passed by was like the god of death, reaping lives.

When Elifer looked back, everything in his ears seemed to have become much quieter.

The ground was like a bright red carpet, dotted with the corpses of soldiers.

Countless familiar figures can never stand up again.

".When I come here, you will be dead"

The whisper behind him made Elifer, who had no expression under his visor, turn his sword around and stab.

There was a crisp sound as two sharp blades pierced through flesh and blood.

Not only did the Sword of Thorns pierce through Charleman's lower ribs, but the cold magic sword also pierced into the chest of Count Thornflower.

He stepped back and let the powerless Elliver fall.

Charleman casually pulled out the dwarf's sword that pierced his chest and lungs and threw it to the ground.

“No!! No!——!” A heart-wrenching roar came from a distance.

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

However, more Blood Knights surrounded him.

Charleman's eyes swept across the angry knight, and he raised the iron fingers of his left hand, like a dragon's claw, slightly towards the corpse on the ground.

".I will not.give you a quick death."

The lifeless Lord of the Thorn Flower was lifted up by the blood-colored mist, and Shaleman's gauntlets melted away.

He pulled off his opponent's helmet and dug his sharp fingers into Elifer's neck.

"Become a slave to blood."

Blood flowed back, and the empty eyes of the Lord of Thorn Flowers 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 was swung by the figure that fell from the sky, cutting through Shaleman's left wrist.

The severed hand fell, and Elifer's body fell back to the ground.

——Qiang!

The demon sword that came sideways met the second green light, and the two sharp blades collided.

The moment of contact, the green light broke.

Agatha, who succeeded in the sneak attack, gave up the pursuit, kicked the ground hard and flew back.

The soles of her boots rubbed against the stone bricks. The female knight ducked and stepped back to a stop, her peripheral vision watching the enchanted sword in her hand that had been cut off.

The swords forged by the kingdom's finest swordsmiths and sorcerers were no match for the terrifying evil blade in just a moment.

Then she looked at the blood-armored monster turning around in the distance, and then she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

The fallen severed hand turned into flowing blood and flew back to the guy's wrist.

A left hand that was intact as before was raised again, gently stroking the blood on the magic sword. Behind the high crown helmet, cold red eyes also stared over.

Agatha felt only a chill in her heart.

After escorting the messenger to the secret passage to escape the fortress, he spied the fierce battle in front of the main fort halfway and waited for the opportunity. With such a great sacrifice, he gave the enemy a momentary flaw, but did not hurt the monster at all.
She was still thinking of a countermeasure in her mind. In the blink of an eye, she saw the monster turn into blood mist and disappear without a trace.

He stepped back suddenly and instinctively drew out the dagger with his left hand, crossing it with the broken long sword to hold it below.

——Click!

The two top-grade steel blades lasted less than a second before turning into flying fragments.

The magic sword's slashing move changed to a flat blade in front of the female knight.

This is, Serian's Hijk swordsmanship!

The speed is too fast, but the level is average.
Decades of experience in life-and-death battles flashed through her mind, and the sword wounds she had suffered prompted Agatha's body to act before her consciousness could issue a command.

Facing the direct attack, the female knight did not retreat but advanced, rolling on the ground without any image, sticking to the ground like a ridiculous iron ball, and quickly passed by the opponent sideways.

The attack missed, and Shaleman was stunned for a moment. He turned sideways and tried to stab the sword in his right hand to the lower left. His speed was obviously several times faster than that of the opponent, but he was several beats late in responding and the sword brushed past the woman's figure and stabbed into the ground.

--boom!

The magic sword pierced the ground, and the huge magic power spread out blood-red cracks, as if mocking something.

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

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

Looking at the female knight who was escaping with strange steps, kicking and turning, flying backwards, Shaleman disappeared like smoke with a bang, and the red mist in the sky chased after her.

Agatha, who was unarmed, was very anxious.

“Catch it!!!”

An anxious shout came from the side.

Unable to pay attention to his lord who was beside him and whose life or death was unknown, Azerien held the thorn blade upside down like a javelin and threw it with all his might at the female knight flying in the air.

They had played this kind of "game" with Olivia more than once, and the noble boy believed that the princess's guard with extraordinary martial arts skills could do the same.

Agatha lived up to his expectations and simply turned her body to catch the sword that was thrown at her.

But a moment later, the condensed figure of the Blood Armor Knight had already chopped the magic sword down on his head in a simple and unpretentious manner.

Agatha blocked with her sword tilted as if leaving everything to fate, and she only hoped that the sword in her hand could give her a second to dodge.

With a crisp sound, the magic sword hit the thorn blade, and the sword bent exaggeratedly.

The blade glowed with purple light, but surprisingly it was not broken.

However, the Blood-Armored Knight's power was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, causing Agatha's body to still fly out like a cannonball.

Boom! ! !

There was a loud bang in the air, and the sturdy female knight slammed heavily into the ground, raising fragments of stone slabs all over the sky.

The knobs, chains and straps that bound the gorgeous armor behind her all broke, and blood spurted out of Agatha's mouth and nose.

Feeling the joint of her right hand that was resisting the force head-on was also broken, the female knight gritted her teeth, turned over, stood up on her knees, and forced her twisted right arm to straighten with a click.

After his feet landed on the ground, Shaleman's gaze stayed for a moment on the sword in the woman's hand, which was shining with purple light, and then moved to the young knight who threw the sword not far away.

The bloodshot eyes ignored the darkness under the moonlight and looked at the knight in the ostrich feather helmet who was guarded by several warriors with murderous intent.

until
I caught a glimpse of the robe with the Holy Sun Iris emblem on it.

The noisy, boiling hatred in my mind froze for a moment.

Charleman could not take his attention away for even a second.

".Who are you!"

Hoarse waves of sound rolled in.

The Blood Baron turned into a sky full of red.

Like thick smoke, he ignored the knights guarding him, and with a gust of blood, he grabbed the knight's collar and flew into the sky.

His feet were as light as a feather, and he flew to the terrace of the fortress. Regardless of his struggle and kicking, Shaleman roared again:
".Who are you! Who allowed you to dare to use this emblem!?"

Azerien endured the pain of his neck armor being squeezed and deformed, and pulled out the dagger from his waist with his backhand, stabbing it fiercely into the gap of the blood-armored monster's helmet.

Charleman seized the dagger, forcibly yanked it away, and with a wave of his claws he tore open the young knight's visor.

The nail shaft broke into pieces.

His handsome face, slightly distorted by being strangled, was revealed.

"Tsk... Go to hell. I'll wait for you in the Dead Sea!" Azerien refused to answer and just spat a mouthful of blood foam at the enemy's visor.

(End of this chapter)