Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 119

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Lei didn't notice what happened. He was now completely caught up in the frenzy of fighting. At a glance, as long as it had scales, whether it was green, blue or red, it was just a sword.

His sword power is not magical, nor is it particularly fast, and even the force on the sword is not very strong, but the coercion emanating from his body makes every fish-man who faces him feel at a loss. . It's not that they don't want to fight with all their strength, but their movements are always half a beat slower. Often, by the time they react, they have already been killed by Lei Yijian. They wave their weapons in vain and cannot catch up with his leaving figure.

For a moment, the battlefield seemed to be stagnant.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a loud noise, and a magic cannon that kept firing finally exploded due to overheating.

As if giving an order, with this loud noise, heavy rain poured down from the dark clouds that were almost pressing to the ground. Suddenly there was a drowsiness between the world and the earth. The heavy rain was accompanied by strong winds, rolling up huge waves, impacting the port and also impacting the sea tribe's army.

In the face of this power of heaven and earth, the Hai clan finally retreated temporarily and returned to the sea to reorganize their troops, giving the defenders a chance to breathe.

"How many people are still alive?" Lei had already regained his composure, looked around and shouted loudly, "Squeak if you are alive!"

"squeak."

Lei was amused. He followed the sound and saw that he was an adventurer. Seeing that he was wearing leather armor, holding a thin stabbing sword in his hand, and there were some small decorations on his clothes, he was obviously a bard.

No wonder he is so humorous. Probably only these characters who have humor engraved in their souls can still have the energy to joke at such a time.

There were many people who also spoke out. Although most of them were exhausted and many were seriously injured, there were still some people left.

The one with the best luck was a barbarian. He had lost his strength and fell down before, and in a hurry, he caught two fish-man corpses and covered himself with them, and he really fooled the fish-men. Although he was choked by the smell of blood, he was surprisingly unscathed—well, the injuries he sustained in the previous battle were another matter.

Lei smiled and greeted them one by one, encouraged them, and comforted them. For those who were really hopeless, he could also serve as a pastor and pray for them, so that they could pass away with a smile.

In his body, the brilliance worn away by time and suffering is being rekindled. At this moment, he didn't look like a knight at all, but like a king, who was inspecting the military camp after the battle.

This was the education he received back then, an instinct almost engraved in his blood. Although he had not used it all these years and had deliberately forgotten it, it resurfaced at this moment, as natural as breathing.

But when he walked in front of the seriously injured and dying Rank, he finally lost his noble demeanor like a king patrolling. Sadness filled his heart and even overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Rank... why are you coming back!" He could tell at a glance that the student's injuries were irreparable. Unless His Majesty the Mask of the Void could arrive, or Steele could appear immediately, there was no way he could think of anything else.

But that is impossible. His Majesty Void Mask has sent news that he is fighting with the Ocean Goddess. The Ocean Goddess is the supporter of the Sea Clan, and the battle on His Majesty's side is far more important than here. And facing that female tyrant who is particularly powerful even among the gods, even His Majesty may not be able to spare any effort - this can be inferred from the extremely hasty and short words when she contacted him before. come out.

It is even less likely that Steele will come back, as she is helping Liv protect the refugees and escape. What are these people fighting for? Isn’t it just to protect the slow-moving refugees so that they can escape smoothly? Asking Steele to rush back is simply putting the cart before the horse!

But at this moment, he was really shaken and wanted to desperately pray to His Majesty or ask Steele for help.

This is the student he painstakingly cultivated! He was the successor he originally wanted to inherit his mantle!

Indeed, Rank's talent is not good and cannot be compared with the genius Lei. But this child has a very correct attitude, practices very hard, and makes rapid progress, one step at a time. No matter how harsh the teacher is, he will never be dissatisfied with him.

Seeing him training hard, seeing him exhausted, but with eyes full of confidence and hope, Lei thought of himself many years ago, and of the peace and beauty that had long gone.

Although he hasn't realized it yet, in his heart, he has already regarded Ranke not only as a student, but also as his own child!

But now, Rank is dying.

Rank is dying...

Rank is dying!

Lei knelt beside Rank, who was lying in a pool of blood, clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to speak with a hard and cold voice. Because if he didn't do this, he was afraid that he would cry uncontrollably.

He is a strong man. After experiencing what happened when he was seriously poisoned and seriously injured, lying in a pile of corpses and watching his parents and brothers slowly rot, he thought his tears had dried up, but at this moment, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Silly boy! Why do you want to come back!"

His tears fell on Rank's face, awakening Rank who was already dying. A smile appeared on the boy's pale face, and he looked at the teacher whose face was full of tears.

"Teacher... am I... like... a knight...?" he asked intermittently.

Lei nodded vigorously: "Like! You are the best knight!"

"I... don't live... like... a knight." Rank had no energy to even breathe, and his voice was so low that even Lei had to concentrate to hear him, "At least... I died... like... a knight..."

"Yeah!" Lei pursed his lips tightly and nodded heavily. Because of his grief, he could no longer speak and could only use one syllable to express his affirmation to his disciples.

Rank panted a few more times, his voice getting lower and lower: "Teacher... thank you..."

His last words ended here, and he couldn't even finish his words of thanks to the teacher.

Lei knelt beside him quietly, sobbing.

The peerless strong man who had been so majestic just now, making the Hai Clan intimidated, was now crying like a child.

In the world that mortals cannot see, there is a strong man wearing rags and carrying a huge battle ax standing next to him. This strong man's hair is standing on end as if he is angry, and his face is full of anger. It shows the heroic spirit intertwined with fierceness, anger and bravery. Rank, who had just died, was kneeling down to the strong man, worshiping him with reverence.

"Great Knight of Fury (another name for the God of Justice), may your light shine on all worlds!"

That heroic and strong man was the incarnation of the God of Justice. He sensed that evil was raging here, and it happened to be not far from here, so he hurried over, but happened to catch up with Rank's death.

"Boy, you did a good job." He smiled and used his huge palms to help Ranke up. "I originally wanted to recruit you as my follower, but I thought you were going to the lonely guardian (alias of the God of Knights). Side, right?”

Rank smiled: "If His Majesty is willing to accept me, of course I will be happy to go to His country."

"He will come for you, you are a good knight!"

As he spoke, a ray of light that only gods and souls could see fell and transformed into a beautiful woman wearing an exquisite silver-white skirt and a helmet decorated with feathers, combining charm and prowess.

This is the envoy of the God of Knights. It is the Holy Spirit condensed with soft thoughts in the hearts of those who have fought to protect mankind since the age of ignorance and died without mercy. They are called "Valkyries".

The Valkyrie first bowed her head in salute to the God of Justice, and then stretched out her hand to Rank.

"A warrior who died fighting to protect the innocent. Your actions are worthy of the name of a knight. Please come with me. Your Majesty and the heroic spirits of your predecessors are waiting for you."

Ranke was overjoyed, saluted the God of Justice, and left in a hurry. But he immediately thought of something, and his eyes turned to the teacher who was kneeling in the wind and rain without knowing anything, crying.

"My teacher..." He hesitantly looked at the Valkyrie who was responsible for picking up the heroic spirits, with a questioning look in his eyes.

The envoy of the God of Knights looked at Lei, and there was regret in the eyes of the god who could judge the merits and demerits of a person's life.

"He has committed serious sins. Even if he atones for his sins, he cannot enter the palace of my Lord." She said, "This is a rule set by the Lord of Glory, and my Lord must abide by it."

"Hey! You are the only ones with lots of rules!" The God of Justice shook his head disdainfully, "Don't worry, kid, your Majesty won't accept him, I will accept him! He once fell into darkness, and finally came out of it for the sake of justice. A hero who fights to the end is to my liking!"

Rank smiled with relief, and followed the Valkyrie into the beam of light, disappearing without a trace.

The God of Justice laughed a few times, took the huge battle ax off his shoulder, rubbed the ax blade with his palm, and countless golden-red sparks burst out.

He looked towards the sky, looking through the heavy clouds and looking at a huge figure.

"Takraur (God of Storms), you really can't learn a lesson! You are helping Phorpocus (Goddess of the Sea) to cause trouble again. Do you want me to trim your claws?"

There was a thunder above the clouds, and a pair of eyes flashing with endless electric light looked at him.

"Joel Gardman (God of Justice), you are too nosy!"

The two powerful gods faced each other without giving in, and the struggle was about to break out.

At this time, the battle between the other two groups of gods became increasingly fierce.

In the battle between the Swamp God and the Harvest Goddess, the outcome is already quite clear. After He Li's soul finally completely collapsed, the weak Harvest Goddess could no longer sustain the battle and was beaten back. No matter how angry and roaring she was, it was of no avail.

The God of the Swamp was even able to free his hands and release highly poisonous light arrows, killing the mortals who were involved in the battle between the gods regardless of life and death. With just a wave of his hand, a dark green poisonous mist condensed into countless numbers. Ten arrows of light whizzed away.

After just a few waves of attacks, only two gods were left in the square.

"Resign yourself to your fate!" The God of the Swamp, who could no longer recognize Sheen's appearance, grinned ferociously, "Let me devour your divine power and occupy your most important place of faith. You incompetent guy has been in a high position for too long. It’s time to get down!”

"...Do you really think you are some great person?" Sui Xiong roared, his huge body like a mountain set off waves, and thick tentacles that were enough for horses to gallop on it flew vertically and horizontally, and a super monster that was slightly bigger than him The giant water elementals fought fiercely.

Although he is slightly inferior in terms of strength, his fierce fighting spirit and strong body effectively make up for his lack of strength. More importantly, the body of this jellyfish is just a piece of armor to him. He doesn't care about destroying it at all. Even if he really dies here, he is not very afraid.

Everyone is destined to die. Brother Xiong has already traveled through time and space. It’s just death. There’s nothing to be afraid of!

With a determination that is not afraid of death, he fights with an almost crazy boldness that is intimidating.

In comparison, the incarnation of the Ocean Goddess is powerful, but far inferior in fighting spirit. So not only did they fail to take advantage, but they seemed a bit passive.

This made the "female tyrant of the sea" furious. She fought more and more fiercely, but she was still unable to overwhelm Sui Xiong, who was simply "violent and not afraid of death."

After all, fighting is nothing more than a word.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!