Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 879 Madness
"Accept death!"

Although he successfully avoided Jean Proton's attack, it still made the young man break out in a cold sweat. If it hadn't been arranged in advance, he might have been injured a little bit.

A magic circle appeared in front of the young man's palm, aimed at Champton, and the magic power gushed out and transformed into a red flame shock wave towards him.

The scorching flames caused the temperature in the air to rise suddenly, and the ground where the flames passed was scorched black, and the blowing heat waves made the surrounding trees dry and ashes in an instant.

Champton did not dodge, not that it was difficult to dodge, but that there was already an extra figure in front of him.

The collision of flames and figures triggered a blast of shock waves. Even in the distance, Joan of Arc felt the heat wave coming. If it weren't for the carefully selected heavy cavalry led this time, I am afraid that he would have already fallen into panic. .

"Huh?" Finally, the young man's face became serious. It seemed that the opponent this time... was much stronger than he imagined. Among the invaders in England, except for that Bedford, no one could easily take over. The attack just now.

After the impact of the flames, Lahair's figure stood in front of Champton, his eyes were burning hot, as if to swallow him up.

"Why are you back?" Giles asked cautiously when Champton had returned to Joan of Arc.

"At least until La Haier recovers, I have no hope of making a move." With a wry smile on his face, Jean Proton looked at La Haier, who had become a 1v1 against youth.

"Lahaier is not a calm guy. I am afraid that the village was slaughtered and suppressed a lot of anger. It is normal for the Lord to explode now."

"What do you mean?"

"Lahaier has a very upright personality, and his status cannot hinder him in any way. Even if there is a problem with the king's behavior, he will not hesitate to reprimand him." In Champton's view, if it weren't for Lahaier's character, he would have been a king long ago. Commander-in-Chief of the Army.

"It's also because of this character that Lahair gets angry easily"

"Anger makes people stronger, and this is especially evident in Rachel. The improvement in strength also makes him likely to hurt his own people."

The skin exposed outside the armor turned red, but I don't know if it was burned by the flames or because of himself, Lahaier's eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

"Go to hell, chops!"

There was a roar of fury, before the young man could get angry, the two-handed giant ax slashed down simultaneously with the sound, and the figure that passed by the young man fell to the ground without any hindrance.

The surrounding area was like a small earthquake, and the horses were whining to express the fear in their hearts. The gravel on the ground was shattered by the earthquake, and a crack opened to both sides along the trace of the giant axe.

The young man who appeared in another direction had a slightly pale face, and a ray of silver fell from his forehead. His prediction was wrong. He did not expect that there were knights of this level in England, even if compared to those legendary heroes.

But it's not that there is no chance. The overall situation is still within expectations. As long as he is still in this area, he will be undefeated.

"...Saint, prepare to retreat back to Lance." Putting on the iron helmet, Jean Proton said solemnly.

"Senior Champton, at present, Senior Lahaile has the upper hand."

The battlefield was almost one-sided, and Lahair, whose speed had soared, kept appearing in various places chasing the young man.

"The opponent's ability to move is stronger than imagined, and I can't win. Lahaile and I are responsible for delaying him around here. Taking advantage of this time, the saint quickly returns to Lance."

Some words were hidden by Champton, La Haier's "anger" would consume a lot of physical strength and would not be able to hold on for too long, and he would not be able to decide the outcome with one blow, and sooner or later he would be dragged to death by the opponent.

And at present, the other party seems to be planning to do this, otherwise they wouldn't be so embarrassed, and what they are fighting is the idea of ​​dragging Lahaire to death.

"But the safety of the two of you"

"Saint, if it's us two old guys who can get out at any time, it's not necessarily necessary to bring the gang of boys behind us."

"Saint, return to Lance." Kneeling on the ground, Giles said seriously.

"...Retreat, return to Lance" Joan of Arc is not a person who doesn't know the importance. After a short thought, she said with difficulty, choosing to retreat here, in a sense, it is also equivalent to abandoning Lahaile who is fighting and the one who is preparing to step behind. Champton.

"As ordered!"

The horseshoes began to gallop again, and the ground still shook from time to time, but as the distance increased, the environment finally returned to calm after half an hour.

The speed of the cavalry also began to slow down. After all, they were heavy cavalry, and long-distance raids were not what they were good at.

"Saint, please evacuate with Your Excellency Gilles first, and we will arrive later." The temporary leader of the remaining heavy cavalry came to Joan of Arc and said seriously.

It will take a long distance to return to Lance from here. The saintess will definitely delay the speed if they go together. If there are only Gilles and saintess, it will be completely different. The horses are carefully selected and will definitely last. Return to Reims.

"Returning together" didn't have too many words. The previous ones were forced, but now Joan doesn't want to abandon anyone, and Joan understands their thoughts.

I'm afraid he is still holding the pad behind him, hindering the enemy's idea of ​​pursuing.

"But……"

"Needless to say, my decision will not change"

"You will all stay here, there is no need to be humble." The voice sounded from the sky, it was the young man who was held back by Lahaire and Champton.
"How is that possible?" Gilles murmured in astonishment.

It has been less than half an hour since we left. The horses of the heavy cavalry are all carefully selected. This group of cavalry is the elite of the elite. It is enough to gallop for nearly ten kilometers in a short period of time. How could they be overtaken.

The young man who stepped on a strange thing like a blanket quickly flew over several people and came to the front of Joan of Arc, but it could be seen that he was not in his prime, and his face was pale and ugly.

"What happened to the two seniors, Lahaire and Champton!" After confirming that they were really young people, Gilston couldn't help but said.

"I really want to tell you that I killed both of them, but it's a pity that they are still alive and I don't have time to kill them." The young man's face twitched unconsciously.

Originally, the mad knight was finally dragged to faint, but the other knight was not easy to entangle, the attack of the mad knight made him avoid the edge, and the other was defensive, and he was as calm as water at any time. defense

Let him decisively choose to give up, teleport to the edge of the enchantment, and even use the treasures left by his ancestors to keep up.

"Don't worry about yourselves, they don't have the ability to come here again now." Looking at the somewhat relieved people, the young man said sarcastically.

One of the strongest two loses combat power, the other will not be able to arrive in a while, and he still has the mood to worry about others.

　Fuck, some people may wonder why so many other knights are written specifically, the hint is the inherent enchantment of the emperor; Joan of Arc is still a little short of the top heroic spirit;

　　
　
(End of this chapter)