Imperial Crown.

Chapter 333 No martial ethics
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Walking in the ranks of the Volcano Legion, Huxley's ears were filled with the sound of armor colliding.

The rising smoke mixed with the smell of sweat.

A trace of disgust rose in Huxley's heart.

As the commander of the Holy Knights of the Principality of Eivor and a noble knight serving the Lord of Light, he now had to associate with these dirty, lowly and faithless pariahs, which simply made him sick.

But he could not disobey the Archbishop's orders.

Originally, Cardinal Bosser of the Eivor Diocese had reached a tacit understanding with Archbishop Thomas of the Nord Diocese that neither side would interfere in the war.

However, Raven's progress far exceeded Lord Bosse's expectations.

Not only did he capture the Wall of Sighs, he even defeated and killed Earl Tudor.

In this situation, if the Church of Light does not take action, it will be difficult for Lord Bosse to continue to gain a foothold in Eivor.

So there he was, and two bishops from nearby dioceses.

Now, all of them mixed in with the marching army in order to catch Leiven by surprise.

"boring……"

Huxley shook his head.

In his opinion, there was no suspense in this war at all.

Not to mention that Raven himself is only a level 3 magician, it would be the same even if he was a level 4 or 5 magician.

The moment Raven chose to collide head-on, he had already lost his chance of winning.

Even if the Church of Light does not intervene, there is no possibility for Raven to win!
Although he felt disgusted, Huxley knew very well how powerful the soldiers of Count Palmer who used forbidden magic were. No mortal could be their opponent if they were of the same size.

What's more, Lord Faraday's Volcano Legion is no pushover either.

The appearance of Huxley and others here is more of a statement by the Church of Light, in order to strengthen the church's influence in Eivor.

As he was thinking this, the battlefield was getting closer and closer, and six enchanted crossbows were pushed onto the top of the camp wall.

whoosh-

A huge arrow broke through the air.

Huxley was unperturbed.

Because the formation this time was specially arranged, Earl Palmer's Wolf-Faced Legion was in the front, and Huxley's Volcano Legion was in the back.

Both the shield and the armor were shattered by the giant arrow as thick as a beam, turning into broken pieces on the ground!

The flames bursting from the giant arrows would ignite the densely packed wolf-faced soldiers like wooden stakes!

Any living creature should not be able to continue moving after being dismembered, but those wolf-faced soldiers seemed to have no sense of pain.

As long as their heads weren't smashed, their bodies could still move.

Especially those guys who were wrapped in flames, they could actually continue to rush forward with the burning flames, and would not stop until their bodies were burnt and their armors were scattered all over the ground!
"Unclean and evil..."

Huxley sighed and prayed to the Lord of Light, hoping that He would forgive him for his sin of fighting alongside such a thing.

At this moment, he even expected the Eagle Army to inflict more damage to the Wolf-Faced Legion.

However, this wish is destined not to come true.

Under the rain of arrows, the soldiers of the Wolf-Faced Legion continued to charge almost without any care. They raised their shields high to intercept most of the crossbow arrows.

Even though there will be some fish that slip through the net, for the Wolf-Faced Legion's warriors with special physiques, there will not be any substantial impact unless they are unlucky enough to have their heads shot by an arrow.

The two sides are getting closer and closer——

Until they collided with a loud bang!
Even the Holy Knights of the Vatican would probably feel somewhat uncomfortable facing such fearless soldiers as the Wolf-Faced Legion for the first time.

But Raven's Eagle Army stood there like a reef, without any hesitation!

They are indeed the elite troops that were able to capture the Wall of Sighs and defeat Earl Dudor head-on.

What a pity, the quantity is too small after all!
Ordinary weapons were unable to penetrate heavy armor with one strike. Even though the Eagle Army's soldiers worked well together, they were still stuck in a stalemate when faced with the fearless Wolf-Faced Legion.

Especially when the soldiers of the Volcano Legion also rushed to the front line, the Eagle Army's defense line was actually compressed backwards!
The shouts, footsteps, and the sounds of swords clashing together formed the most profound melody on the battlefield.

The smell of blood filled the air.

Huxley looked up at the wall of the village. Raven was standing there at the moment, wearing armor and a cloak on his shoulders, leaning on a staff and overlooking the entire battlefield.

Huxley even wanted to rush forward and kill Raven with his sword.

In this way, he will become the hero who defeats the Demon King, the savior of the entire Principality of Eivor, and may even be revered as a "living saint" by the church.

The thought quickly disappeared from my mind.

Not to mention that the village wall was too high and difficult to climb, the Eagle Army who fought desperately were enough to give him a hard time.

Huxley doesn't want to be the next Joz.

But now that we are already on the battlefield, we must play some role.

Disdaining to attack ordinary soldiers, Huxley looked around and began to look for extraordinary people in the Eagle Army.

Soon he settled on a target.

That man was different from the ordinary Eagle Army. He was wearing a set of golden armor, which was very dazzling. He also became the target of the Wolf Face Legion and the Volcano Legion's main attack.

He held a strange-shaped giant sword with a wavy blade. His movements seemed extremely lazy, and the amplitude of each sword swing was not large. Only when he was about to hit his opponent would he add a layer of fighting spirit to the blade.

Mechanical, rough, without any aesthetic sense, as if it had never received any training, but it always managed to seize the best opportunity.

"The unruly ways of the nouveau riche." Huxley mocked in a low voice, then drew the long sword from his waist and rushed towards the golden-armored extraordinary man step by step among the crowd.

"I'll just use you as a target!"

Huxley's steps were calm and confident. He walked among the army as leisurely as if he was taking a stroll. There was no trace of murderous intent or killing intention. Neither the Eagle Army nor the Wolf-Faced Legion seemed to sense his presence.

Coming to the side of the extraordinary man in golden armor, Huxley grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and suddenly burst out with a burst of fighting spirit.

A burst of golden light suddenly burst out from the sword blade, cutting off two spears and half of the shield, and reaching the waist of the golden-armored knight!
However, at this moment, the extraordinary arm of the golden armor suddenly turned into a strange posture, and the giant wave-blade sword that had already stabbed out suddenly returned to defense.

A thick green life force burst out, completely extinguishing the golden light.

"Level 3 Transcendent, Bright Dou Qi." The Golden Armor Transcendent's gaze locked onto him:

"Huxley, leader of the Holy Knights of the Ivor Parish of the Church of Light?"

"You know my name?" Huxley raised his eyebrows:
"who are you?"

"It's not a good thing to be hated by the Church of Light." Jin Jia Chao Fan laughed: "So, it's better for me not to tell you my name, a dead man."

Huxley's face turned cold instantly:

"Do you think you can kill me?"

He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and bright fighting spirit rose from his body, condensing into a set of glorious armor. Then he leaned forward, stepped on the ground, and rushed towards the golden-armored extraordinary man like an arrow from a crossbow!

A third-level transcendent can release fighting spirit to strike out of the body, but ultimately its power is much weaker than a direct attack.

If you block a slash, you can defeat me and kill me?
joke!

The long sword wrapped in shining light was swung horizontally, about to chop off the head of the golden-armored extraordinary.

This is the swordsmanship that has been honed over many years, a textbook combat method of the Knights of Light. Even the inventor a thousand years ago would not be able to find any flaws in it.

But this attack, which seemed perfect to Huxley, was blocked by the golden-armored extraordinary man who raised his weapon without any rules and played it like a child's play!

when--

The fighting spirits clashed and intertwined, and a circle of air waves exploded on the spot, creating a deep pit on the ground.

Huxley's heart tightened, and he was about to put away his sword and change his moves, when he saw the man in golden armor raised his knee and moved forward, hitting him between the waist and abdomen.

Cursing the man shameless in his heart, Huxley quickly bent down and retreated, but he didn't expect the man's knee to suddenly straighten out, and one of his legs turned from a collision to a kick, hitting his knee hard!
What kind of fighting method is this! ?

thump—

Huxley took a few steps back and felt a sharp pain in his knee, which was obviously sprained. He looked down and saw a clear shoe print on his armor. As expected of the life fighting spirit, this brute force was really fierce.

What frightened Huxley even more was the opponent's reaction. The speed of his movements and the accuracy of his judgment during the battle were far beyond his expectations.

But Huxley couldn't see the origin of the opponent's tactics!

This made Huxley feel that he was not fighting against humans, but facing a humanoid monster with extremely rich hunting experience.

You can't fight him in close combat!

Huxley made up his mind and suddenly took two steps back. A strong fighting spirit like a torch suddenly burst out from his body and swept across with a loud bang.

The bright light caused black smoke to come out of the wolf-faced soldiers around him, forcing them to retreat.

The bright fighting spirit gathered on the tip of his sword, which he held high up, as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Fighting spirit burst out along the spine of the sword, outlining a thick blade ten meters long and three meters wide in the air, like a guillotine held by a giant!

"Giant Blade!"

Come on, since you are good at close combat, let’s compete in fighting skills!

Let’s see whether your wild way is stronger or the foundation of the Church of Light is more profound!
However, at this moment, the extraordinary golden armor suddenly disappeared in front of Huxley.

No, it's not disappearing, but moving at a speed that Huxley could hardly capture!
He had bent down without knowing when, and was moving among the heavily armored knights like a lone wolf. Behind him, there was vaguely a ferocious beast made of fighting spirit!

Wuhun!

Beast-like tactics!

Huxley finally remembered a name - Acore.

The fourth place winner of the last Nord Province Competition from the southern part of the Keynes Empire!

But shouldn't he be with Anthony?

Huxley wanted to lock on to Acore's location, but the looming figure made it difficult for him to capture it.

Now the Giant Blade's fighting skill has been accumulated to the limit. If he doesn't release it, he will be the only one who gets hurt!
Let him go first!
Anyway, he doesn't care about the lives of the Eagle Army, the Wolf-faced Legion or the Volcano Legion.

brush

At this moment, Akori appeared in front of Huxley, with a clear smile in his green eyes.

"what--"

Huxley swung his sword suddenly!
Akori only made one move.

His body, which was originally lying on the ground, stood up, and the red pointed helmet stabbed Huxley's chin!
The long sword flew out of his hand, and Huxley felt a black screen before his eyes. The fighting spirit rushed back and made his arms ache like a piercing pain. Then his whole brain began to tremble.

hum-

The golden guillotine that was about to chop down in the air suddenly exploded at this moment and turned into golden light all over the sky.

Huxley's body fell to the ground with a plop. When he opened his eyes again, Akori had stood up, and there was no trace of his martial spirit behind him.

But the huge sword in his hand was already placed at Huxley's throat.

Huxley clenched his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness.

What is this?
He actually attacked me when I was unleashing my fighting skills. That's totally unethical!
Southern barbarians are Southern barbarians!

But Akori hadn't taken his life after all.

A trace of enlightenment blossomed in Huxley's eyes - So that's it, I understand.

When Akori used his signature martial spirit, he knew that I had recognized his identity, and the soldiers around him would also recognize his identity.

Combining Acore's previous words, a conclusion emerged in Huxley's mind.

He doesn't dare to kill me!
Feeling relieved, Huxley lifted his visor and said arrogantly:
"Very good boy, now..."

Huxley was unable to finish his words halfway through because the huge sword wrapped in fighting spirit had cut his throat.

He covered his throat and looked at Akori in horror.

I am the leader of the Holy Knights of the Vatican, how dare you kill me! ?

How dare you——!?

He stretched out his arm in vain and pointed at Akori, but until he lost consciousness, he was unable to see Akori's answer. He only saw Akori raising the wave-blade giant sword and repelling the volcanic army that surrounded him.

"idiot."

Akori returned to the Eagle Army.

In the past, it was Anthony who scolded him like this, and now there happened to be someone for him to scold like this, which made him feel secretly happy.

The reason why he didn't kill Huxley immediately was that he was concerned about the other party's identity.

But he only wanted to hear two words, "surrender."

Besides, no matter what Huxley said, he would not let the Holy Knight live.

This is a battlefield, not an opera house. Who has the time to talk to him at length?
It seems that the Church of Light has been peaceful for too long!
A gloom flashed across Akori's eyes, not because he regretted killing Huxley, but because the attack just now consumed 1/4 of his fighting spirit.

As a transcendent, one must reasonably allocate one's fighting spirit on the battlefield in order to be able to fight for as long as possible.

A transcendent who has lost his fighting spirit is not much different from an ordinary person.

Therefore, those extraordinary people who have truly experienced war, once on the battlefield, must learn to conserve their fighting spirit unless they want to break through the defense line and capture the enemy camp with overwhelming force.

Things like combat skills should be avoided if possible.

The higher the level of the combat skills, the more cautious you should be.

Otherwise, the same situation as Huxley just now would happen. He accumulated strength for a long time, but was killed instantly by one blow.

But Akori's own situation was not much better.

There are simply too many enemies.

And the enemies we face this time are different from before.

The wolf-faced warrior must be beheaded to stop its movement, and its vitality is so strong that it makes it seem like an undead creature.

The soldiers of the Volcano Legion were incredibly strong, almost approaching the level of ordinary first-level transcendents.

Ding bang——

A huge hammer smashed down and landed on the chest of an Eagle Army soldier. A small dent appeared on the thick plate armor, and the Eagle Army soldier flew back two meters and fell to the ground.

Even if he doesn't die, he won't be able to wake up for a while.

Akori swung the Wave Blade Greatsword and slashed at the Volcano Legion soldier who launched the attack.

The soldier raised his sledgehammer to block, but Akori's sword suddenly turned and passed under the hammer handle. A flash of fighting spirit appeared on the blade, cutting through the armor on the soldier's shoulder and removing his entire right arm.

"what--"

Amidst fierce screams, a mist of blood spurted out from the wound on the soldier's shoulder, but his muscles immediately tensed up, tightly closing the blood vessels.

The soldier stretched out his remaining arm and rushed towards Akori.

Akori frowned slightly and had to stab him through the chest with his sword, which made the soldier fall to the ground.

As his life faded away, the wound on the soldier's shoulder finally healed, and blood gushed out like a spring without a gate, without the slightest bit of viscosity that ordinary blood should have.

A pungent smell of medicine filled the air.

"What on earth did these guys drink?"

Akori frowned and glanced across the battlefield.

This was the first time that Akori had seen the Eagle Army fighting so hard since entering the Principality of Eivor.

Even though the Eagle Army had good coordination and their training level was much higher than that of the enemy, they could only barely maintain the casualties at a 1:1 ratio.

If this continues, the Eagle Army will definitely be defeated!
Akori looked back at the wall:
"Raven, what exactly have you prepared?"

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(End of this chapter)