The blade cut cleanly into the armor, and blood spattered from the gap like tiny red lines. Eight)
Unexpectedly, the recruiter did not scream, but clenched his teeth and grabbed her sword-holding hand, as if to give his companions a chance.
It's a pity that he ignored the huge power gap between the two.
No. 76 easily broke free from his restraint and kicked him out with one kick while pulling out his saber.
The place where he was kicked was like being hit by a blunt weapon, and the entire armor was deflated.
It seemed that his own fists and feet were easy to come by. No. 76 glanced at the blade, which was full of gaps in just one blow.
The stalker instantly becomes the prey.
She jumped high and swam on the shoulders of the clumsy knight. Every time she landed on top of someone's head, she clamped the helmet with her feet, and rotated her body in a circle with the help of inertia, and she could hear the crisp sound of the cervical spine breaking. Before the opponent fell, she had already kicked away and jumped to the next enemy.
Compared to No. 76's light movements, the knight's counterattack and evasion are no different from a piece of wood.
If it doesn't land on the top of the enemy's head, then it's fine, whether it's using the strike joint to make the enemy lose balance, and then make up for a fatal kick, or relying on the movement to lure the opponent, let their sharp blades slashed back and forth on the teammates, attack her. It's all very easy.
"This is impossible!"
"Damn monster!"
After fighting for several rounds, the knights have discovered that their enemies cannot be handled with common sense. Not only are they extremely powerful, but they are also well-versed in swordsmanship and melee combat. They are completely skilled fighters. What do you think of their precise killing methods? There is no way to connect with the woman in her twenties.
"You all get out of the way!"
With a loud shout, Ser Logan rushed into the crowd, pulled up his fore hooves, and stomped on No. 76.
Others quickly helped seal the gap, trying to trap her in it.
No. 76 grinned, and instead of retreating, he advanced. He raised his hands and grabbed two horses' hooves.
Her next move made everyone unable to believe their eyes and saw that the knight and his mount were lifted off the ground by her, and then swept towards the surrounding knights. The people who were hit ranged from fractures and vomiting blood, and at worst, they died on the spot, and Jazz himself was naturally the worst one. After being knocked off the horse, his body had been twisted into an abnormal shape.
The surviving pursuers crumbled.
They got on their horses and scrambled to escape from this place, wishing to stay as far away from this monster as possible, but No. 76 would obviously not give them this chance.
Once the enemy gave up resistance, the next thing was slaughter.
…
By the time the seventy-sixth had dealt with all traces of the battle, the sky was already completely dark.
The knight's corpse was thrown into the farmland not far away, and the most basic cover was made with the scattered straw. Although it was a matter of time, it was time for the witches to withdraw into the territory of Greycastle.
She got into the most luxuriously decorated carriage, lifted the soft cushion on which Yorkoping lay daily, and carefully took out a magic stone ring that glowed with colorful light from under the cushion. Even in the faint moonlight, you can see a cyclone spinning slowly inside its crystal-clear interior.
After carefully examining the ring, No. 76 carefully took it into his arms, re-upholstered it, and lay down on his back.
After that, she only needed to rush to the next village without haste, and hire a coachman to send herself to Greycastle.
They may not wait too long at the border, or even stay for a day, but as long as the destination is the western part of Greycastle, she will be able to see those witches again one day.
Looking at the bright crescent moon outside the window, No. 76 couldn't help but let out a sigh.
More than 400 years have passed, and the Federation that once controlled the vast land has vanished like dust. The only thing that has not changed is the stars in the night.
Only when she looked up at the sky could she have a feeling that she was still alive, not in the ground, nor in the present after the Federation disappeared, but in the holy city of Taquila four hundred years ago.
The prosperous witch empire.
The road to escape after that... can no longer be considered alive.
What supported her to persevere was only a faint hope.
…
"How about it, how does it feel to change back to a female body?" someone asked, "Is there a feeling of being yourself again?"
She took two deep breaths and tried to move her wrists and ankles. "The distance is getting shorter."
"Of course, because this body is relatively short, too thick is not suitable for you to serve those mortals," the voice chuckled, "Besides, the female God's Punishment Army itself is very few, so don't pick and choose. ”
"Appearance and age are also important," another interjected. "If the aesthetics of mortals hadn't changed drastically, how could anyone want those bodies that look no different from men? Just standing there is distasteful. If you don't believe me, look at Elena, she would rather have a male body than pick a defective one."
"Yeah, yours is already the prettiest of all."
"You know what I'm referring to, Pasha," she reluctantly raised her head, looking at the giant sarcoid that twisted its tentacles at the top of the cave, "in this way, I have to practice controlling my limbs again, from sewing clothes to swinging my sword, Every move takes time to get used to.”
"It's okay," a tentacle fell down and poked her forehead lightly, "the only thing we don't lack is time."
…
"Why do we have to deal with mortals?" El Shah was soaked in the hot lava and blew a series of bubbles in dissatisfaction. "Can't we bring witches here to test their talents?"
"Have you slept for too long and lost your mind?" Pasha retorted, "Isn't it more than four hundred years ago, it's okay to catch one or two, do you plan to catch hundreds of witches deep in the mountains? ? I don't want to be treated as a monster by these juniors."
"Then the witch can also carry out this task, right? Don't forget that these bodies that can move around are the enemy of the witch."
"First, she has to fully trust us, and she has to have the ability to protect herself. Where can we find such a person? Now that mortals have taken over the outside world, we will have to deal with them sooner or later, like the first battle of divine will. It was like the dawn of time."
Pasha paused and pointed at her with a tentacle, "What do you think?"
She played a sword flower, threw up the long sword, and then leaned slightly, so that the falling sword tip was inserted into the scabbard, "I can do anything... As long as I can restore the glory of Taquila."8