Gram performed a combo of skills, which were the martial arts inherited from their family: Holy Lion Demon-Breaking Strike.
This set of martial arts not only attacks extremely fast, making it difficult for the enemy to react and can only use instinctive reactions to parry, but each strike also has the effect of breaking the devil and the fighting spirit.
Mollett managed to block the opponent's attack, but was still hit by several claws. The lion claws tore through his protective fighting spirit, leaving several scratches on his waist and thighs. He also stabbed the opponent in the counterattack, leaving a new scar on Gram's shoulder.
Gram took a few steps back and said sternly, "I know who you are. I've seen your evasive moves before! Although I have never fought against you, my father and you have practiced fighting more than once or twice. And you should have used a spear to wield the sword just now, right, Mollett!"
Mollett raised his sword again and made an attacking gesture, but did not answer the other party.
"Damn it! Is it shame that makes you speechless? As a general of the empire, you actually surrendered to the Chinese like this. Your entire family will be nailed to the pillar of shame of the empire." Gram said.
While the other party was talking, Mollett slashed twice with his sword and said, "Hey, why should I be ashamed? I have given my life to the empire and have been a dead man once. In terms of loyalty to the empire, you are far inferior to me."
"What are you talking about?" Gram's expression froze. "Have you turned into a ghost like those things just now? But I clearly feel that there is no negative energy in you.
The bloodline of the Light Lion is most sensitive to these things, so don't try to fool me with the undead."
"You don't need to know what's going on. Just know that this is my second life. Since the people of the Tower of China gave me a second life, I will naturally serve them. For the rules of the nobility, this is fair, isn't it?"
"Second life? What a joke! Are the Chinese gods?" Gram said this, but his hands never stopped, constantly intertwining and separating with Moret.
Mollett held his paw and said, "And have you forgotten? I was infected with that incurable plague. Is there any trace of the plague in my new body? I believe that with the Light Lion's sensitivity to negative energy, as long as I have been infected with that disease, even if I have been cured, you will be able to smell that smell on me, right?"
"That's true." Gram had to admit, "But the Empire is where you should be loyal for your whole life..."
"Because it is a place I have been loyal to all my life, I don't owe it anything. Otherwise, I would be really stupid." Moret retorted, "Besides, you should know how the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor treat me, right?"
"His Majesty the Emperor must have his own considerations!" Under Mollett's words, Gram, who was not good at speaking, found it difficult to cope with it, and unknowingly, his offensive became weaker.
"Don't you understand what he is thinking? Our Majesty is a very strict person and will not tolerate any mistakes. When you are still valuable, he may tolerate you once or twice. But if your value is limited and you cannot do what he assigns you, then the same fate as mine is waiting for you."
As Mollett spoke, there seemed to be hatred in his sword moves.
"I just made some small mistakes when arranging the previous operation, and he blamed me for Garriott's death. Everyone knows that Garriott himself is an arrogant bastard. He is causing trouble in the kingdom, so how much influence can I have on him
In the following operations, he always demanded the most stringent attitude from me. Later, when I was infected with the plague, he gave me the mission of sending myself to die. I did this mission without complaint. Do you think I still owe the Empire anything?"
"Hmph, since there's no point in talking any more, let's just settle the outcome with swords and guns!" Gram said, raising his claws again.
"No, I think this is very instructive for your family and it is worth your careful consideration. Who knows that my today may not be your tomorrow?" Mollett said as he stepped back two steps with the sword in hand.
Gram said, "Nonsense! Our family's position in the empire has never been shaken, and our father is the most trusted minister of His Majesty. This time, even the Prime Minister did not follow His Majesty to Black Wood Pass, but my father has always been by His Majesty's side. My father has participated in most of the military affairs since this war."
"Didn't you notice? This is exactly the problem. As the leader of the Black Guard, I have less time with the emperor. Haven't I been with His Majesty throughout the entire war? Have you ever seen His Majesty being lenient with me?" Moret paused and pointed the tip of his sword at the ground. "Your father is just like me. It is precisely because he is too close to His Majesty that he is in danger of being knocked down to the dust at any time.
Your Majesty is very strict with others, but always cares about his own face. Do you think our operations since we occupied Heimuguan have been smooth? Whether a large number of soldiers died of plague, the infiltration operation failed completely, or your defense was easily broken by us this time, who will be blamed for the mistakes one after another? Is it the wise and powerful Emperor Alfred? Or is it the Duke who always gives him advice but always brings failure? "
"You!" Gram even forgot to attack at this time. The glow of his hair dimmed due to his reduced fighting spirit. "My father is the Duke of Brownstone Bay, and the situation of your family is very different. Moreover, our family has three masters. Anyone who wants to attack our family should think carefully."
Mollett sneered, "Is that really the case? To be honest, when I saw you and your brother being sent to wipe out our vanguard with only a regiment under your command, I felt that something must have happened. Then I saw your father following behind to support us, but with that old ghost Stuart watching him, and I understood everything. The emperor must have reprimanded your father for the bad luck in the past few days, right? Then sending you to the front, isn't it a disguised punishment?"
"How did you ..."
"Don't forget, I'm responsible for gathering intelligence for the Black Guards. Do you think I've been working for nothing all these years?"
"What do you want?"
Mollett said: "I hope you can think carefully about who is the real enemy threatening your family. You know, sometimes the enemy is not necessarily on the other side of the trench, but standing right next to you."
(To be continued)