Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 68 Don’t come over!

The rain is falling and the smell of blood has begun to spread, bringing a different color to this autumn.

The riders who failed to pay attention to the situation around them, according to the established tactics, began to surround Garys and his group of infantry and shoot arrows.

As for those who were slower in their rush, after witnessing the previous scene, they subconsciously slowed down.

After all, something was a little wrong about this matter. What kind of guy could throw a spear directly through a human body!
And just as they felt.

The inexplicable Frank from before not only did not hide in the infantry formation.

He turned around, holding a long sword, and rushed towards the light cavalry in the front, with a momentum far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Along with the whistling sound of the wind, they could feel the force of Garys' body breaking through the raindrops.

When his body intersected with the two riders, they unconsciously thought that they were dazzled, and it was as if there was a flash, and Gailis disappeared from the ground. When his figure reappeared, he had already leaped into the air!
Then, the long sword stained with blood and water, in an instant, swung out an almost full moon in the air.

As the sword light faded, two heads fell to the ground. The horses, unaware of the situation, continued to run wildly with the corpses on their backs. It was not until a long time later that the two horses realized that the people on them had stopped moving.

what? !

No matter whether it was the Bedouin leader over there, Zaid in the caravan, or anyone else, their faces all looked dumbfounded.

Garys's action was completely different from his previous action of piercing someone's kidney with a sword.

At least the previous move of poking the kidney, although awkward, is unlikely to be performed by ordinary people. But everyone can see it clearly and understand how it was done.

But this time, he threw the spear with his bare hands, pierced through the body, and could he kill another horse? !

Isn't this the reincarnation of Hercules? !
As for what happened next, he faced off against the cavalry on foot, appeared in mid-air in a flash, and then killed two people with his sword? !
Could this be Hercules? !
In just two breaths, Gailis's extraordinary feat brought Zayd back to the Age of Gods, as if he was not living in the 12th century, but in the 12th century BC.

In Zayd's eyes, the image of the strange Frank was no different from those ancient Greek demigod heroes from two thousand years ago.

As for the Bedouin leader, he was obviously not as educated as Zayd, so apart from feeling confused and at a loss, he had no other thoughts.

After a chill, the Bedouin leader immediately realized that he seemed to have provoked a guy he could not afford to offend, and he should not have been so rash as to order his men to attack.

Just as he turned his head and was about to call his brothers to retreat.

There was a whistling sound of breaking wind, followed by the guards beside him letting out heart-wrenching screams of fear. Some danger was approaching at a very fast speed!
When the leader turned around, he saw that the Franks, who were originally thirty steps away, had actually broken through the rain curtain and appeared in front of him.

"Don't come over here!"

Subconsciously, the leader let out a loud cry of helplessness.

And then, there was no then. Garys kicked the ground, leaped into the air, and pounced sideways towards the Bedouin leader. After accumulating power, the long sword in his hand slashed out in the air in a half-moon diagonal shape.

The Bedouin leader, wearing a full suit of chain mail, should not have to worry about ordinary hacking.

But in the face of this powerful blow that came from the sky, the expensive chain mail was like a piece of paper and failed to provide the protective effect it should have.

From the right shoulder to the left rib, he was split into two pieces by Garys.

When the upper body fell to the ground, the still beating heart, with blood vessels exposed to the air, was allowed to mix with the rain. The expression on the leader's face was frozen in fear, as if he had seen something indescribable and inhuman.

Accompanied by rain and breeze, this autumn rain that nourishes the earth becomes full of blood and mixed with the stench of human organs.

After beheading the Bedouin leader, Gairis stood on the ground, looked around the audience, and said again: "This is the territory of the Kingdom of Jerusalem. All looting is prohibited."

Everyone he looked at felt as if they were staring at some inhuman monster. They subconsciously shrank their necks, and the hands holding the knife handles began to tremble.

This time, no one paid any attention to Garys's words. The price of underestimating this monster has been proven.

The Bedouins around them looked at each other, and then, with someone taking the lead, they shouted and scattered like rabbits into the rain.

With the survival of these Bedouins, there must be one more terrifying and bizarre legend in this wilderness.

As for Garys, he no longer had the heart to pursue. He controlled the Bedouin leader's fine Arabian horse, comforted the other party, leaned on it, breathed heavily, and relaxed his body.

Cardoso's second son, Russell, and his comrades came forward to protect Garys.

Ok……

Right now, the most important task for this group of warriors and servants of the order is to stick closely together around Garys to prevent any accidents from happening.

It's not that Garys is completely broken after a few outbursts, but if he continues to force outbursts during the weak period, it will really hurt his body.

After slightly adjusting his state, Gailis came to the caravan under the protection of his servants.

The caravan members, who had not yet come to their senses, did not even think of removing the barrier for a while.

It was not until a long time later that Zayd realized that he had turned away his savior. He hurriedly asked people to move the head camel away, greeted Garys and others in, and shouted at them to set up a tent quickly to prevent Garys and his group from continuing to get wet in the rain.

Russell was a little wary at first, but Garys didn't care. He followed Zayd into the tent and sat down on a stool.

Zayd couldn't help but look at the Frank a few more times.

If we put aside the previous majesty that was like an ancient Greek demigod hero, his first impression of the Frank in front of him was that he was young.

He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with only a thin layer of hair around his mouth.

His light golden, slightly curly hair was a little wet from the rain, and his light green eyes had black pupils, exuding a gentle, bookish temperament that was completely different from the bloody aura on him.

What a weird guy, Zayd said to himself.

Then he heard this man introduce himself to him.

"Welcome, my friend from afar. My name is Gérice de Villeroy. I am the royal agent of this territory, the younger brother of Jesus the Savior, and the Imam of all the peoples of this world."

"What?"

Zayed felt as if he heard some minority language that was very similar to Arabic.

　Let's draw Black Monkey again at 12 o'clock. The latest monthly ticket number is 59
　　
　
(End of this chapter)