The knight's fighting method is the most direct and intuitive way of combat - no matter what the strategy or tactical purpose is, in the final analysis, it is to "physically destroy the enemy."
The key points that determine its strength are different from those of musicians. It does not pay attention to multiple applications, nor does it require lengthy research and understanding, or even a special need to learn from a teacher.
After suddenly discarding the gap in martial arts and experience, the weather and condition, the situation and the blessing of luck, what is left that the knight can control are just the two simplest factors.
Power and speed.
As long as you master these two, you can decide the balance of victory and defeat.
This is exactly the direction that everyone has been chasing since the birth of the Armored Knight.
Therefore, I don’t know how many monsters were born from the workshop.
The body that is currently crowned with the strongest pure power is the "Snake of the Atrium" announced by the Asgardian National Alchemy Laboratory a few months ago.
During the preparation and construction period, it had already surpassed the previous strongest power "Hercules" and attracted everyone's attention.
Tens of thousands of tons of steel and precious materials were consumed, and a total of 300,000 manpower was used in the five years before and after. The scale of the furnaces and workshops formed a new heavy industrial city. When casting internal wire pipes, almost as much lapis lazuli was consumed as additive ore. There is a two-year mining share of the world.
After burning out half of Asgard's treasury, it was able to cast its prototype.
It is equipped with more than six super giant ether furnaces and is jointly driven by sixteen knights and forty musicians. Its height exceeds a hundred meters and its weight is higher than that of a warship.
Once it starts moving, it is like a city walking on the earth.
In addition, there are also three legions and six special armored knight brigades, as well as a regular preparation team of more than a thousand people.
It's enough to make a final decision on the frontal battlefield.
The limit of its pure power is still a mystery, but it is conceivable that for the snake of the atrium, it is not much harder to knock down a city wall than a child flattening a sandcastle on the beach.
That kind of behemoth was born to compete with natural disasters, and its strength has risen from ordinary muscle strength to the level of national strength, which is simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.
And the enemies Ye Qingxuan faced... In a sense, they were equally difficult.
Unlike the snake in the atrium, what Lancelot possesses is a terrifying speed that almost interferes with time.
The alchemy armor that Arthur once spent all his treasury and built in the glorious city at its peak was the guarantee for Arthur to defend his path to godhood and his eternal dynasty.
The ability possessed by that heirloomed alchemical armor is enough in itself to push the knight into an inhuman realm. Only the strongest among ten thousand can withstand the terrifying pressure it brings.
And now, the driver is Lancelot, one of the few knights in the entire Anglia and even the entire West, who is known as the "Man Favored by Victory".
In terms of pure explosive power, the moment Lancelot drew his sword, even the scepter musician who had transformed himself into ether could not dodge.
Fortunately, Lancelot could not always maintain that terrifying acceleration.
Although he didn't know how long it would take to buffer, if he didn't seize this opportunity, when he finished buffering and accelerated again... Ye Qingxuan would have no choice but to gamble his life.
Fortunately, he has always been good at gambling on life.
"Don't worry, sit down and drink a glass of water. If you have something to say... speak slowly."
Facing the light of molten gold roaring in again, Ye Qingxuan smiled, the staff of change in his hand dropped, touched the ground, and struck the first note.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic melody of endless waves colliding with each other burst out from it, and the earth-shaking loud noise shook the entire battlefield. Everyone was overwhelmed by the terrifying image contained in the melody.
It's like sitting on a broken sampan and seeing the sea rising from the ground, casting a shadow that blocks the sky and the sun. It roars and advances on the sea. It is obviously the blending of water and water, but it is like the friction between iron and iron. A loud sound that tore the eardrums came down.
But what followed was an unspeakable silence.
Roar, shout, roar, neigh...
All the sounds quickly faded away, just like across the thick water, and in an instant, silence swallowed everything. The light dissipates and everything becomes dark.
Only when you look up can you clearly see the storm-torn sea and the dim water.
At this moment, this place... has capsized under the tens of thousands of ocean waves and been buried in the deep sea!
The suffocation came suddenly.
His lungs twitched and he struggled to swallow air, but his face was still blue from the suffocation and he couldn't breathe freely.
Despair came suddenly.
What followed was a whirlwind of terrifying undercurrents and overwhelming water pressure.
Falling.
Everyone is falling.
down.
The fall seemed endless.
It seemed like countless years had passed, and it seemed like it was just a short moment, and I finally saw the bottomless abyss under my feet.
After burying all the darkness and ugliness, the abyss transformed by the essence of the abyss is like a monster, opening its mouth and quietly waiting for those who are involved in the illusion to fall into the deepest part of the darkness.
The darkness is tangible, ecstasy corrodes the bones.
In the deepest darkness, everything will return to darkness and dissolve into eternal sleep.
—Chapter of the Abyss!
The false tide blocks all escape routes from all sides.
The melody encapsulates the image of the sweeping evil tide. As the initial fulcrum, a hint is implanted in the sudden loud noise. In the blink of an eye, this completely wide-area war-level illusion comes out without leaving any gaps. .
The Royal Orchestra was sucked into it in an instant, and before they had time to resist, they were forcibly pulled into a long and endless fall that had no end.
Although it was only a short snap of a finger, the snap of a finger was stretched thousands or tens of thousands of times in the conscious feeling. Almost one-third of the members were frightened by the approaching abyss, and their fighting spirit was drained. Almost exhausted.
Then, when the leader raised his hand, preparing to call for strange things to come and swallow the illusion, a scorching light of molten gold suddenly lit up in the deep sea.
From the deepest darkness, the knight who had been eroded by the abyss raised his hand, and the dragon-slaying spear burst out with the brilliance of the scorching sun, tearing the darkness apart unreasonably.
The glow of molten gold rose into the sky, leaving behind a straight white wave of air as it passed.
In just an instant, it penetrated the entire abyss vertically.
Even though he was at the core of illusion, he still relied on his own will to deny the illusion that turned into reality, and forcefully destroyed the illusion. Lancelot escaped, stabbed with his spear, counterattacked, and followed the etheric induction. , destroy all illusion nodes.
In front of the Dragon-Slaying Spear, the ether cycle was easily cut off at key points.
Ye Qingxuan, who was hidden behind the illusion, was ejected. Before he could speak, he felt his scalp numb and subconsciously tilted his head. The next moment, Lancelot, who was ten meters away, was already close at hand.
The knight's ferocious visor is right in front of you.
The gun blade, which sliced the air and rubbed until it burned red, whizzed past his ears, and the scream nearly tore his eardrums. The gun blade scratched his cheek, leaving a slender wound with a bone-shaking burning pain.
No time to dodge.
Ye Qingxuan clung to the barrel of the gun, stepped forward, opened his hands, smiled warmly, and hugged his "uncle" who was close at hand.
Death hug.
The strings of the Jiuxiao ring were suddenly tightened under his will, entangled with each other, trembling, but bursting out with a roar like an iron drum.
A seed of music theory was formed from the Chapter of Fate. Following Ye Qingxuan's movements, it was silently pushed into Lancelot's body with his left hand. Then, nature interfered!
The seeds of music theory merge into the heart, absorb the blood, take root and sprout, and what blooms is the blue flame.
— "On the Blazing Ashes."
The music theory inherited by Abraham reappeared in the hands of Ye Qingxuan. Through qualitative interference, all the blood in the body was replaced with fire, and a piece of music that burned people from the inside out began.
In his right hand, the music theory inherited from Cui Yulu gathered together, and thirty-six threads of thought extended towards the armor.
The next moment, Ye Qingxuan quickly retreated, rolling on the ground in a panic, avoiding the sweep of the dragon-slaying spear. Immediately afterwards, the tail of the gun grazed his shoulder and hit the ground. The gravel flew out and splashed on his face, causing a dull dull pain.
Forced back.
pity.
If he was hugged, even Lancelot would be unable to eat and carry him around.
In just an instant, thought threads can connect the alchemy matrix in parallel, invade through music theory, disrupt the balance of the four layers, and cause the ether furnace to overload and explode...
Just forcing Ye Qingxuan back, Lancelot didn't even have time to take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory. Lancelot felt the strong flames in his body. Without hesitation, he turned the tip of his gun upside down, aimed at the old wound on his chest, and scratched it.
The friction of steel produced a sharp sound. The old wounds that had barely healed were torn open again by the dragon-slaying spear, and then, what spewed out was not blood, but pure flames.
The flame was cut by the tip of the gun.
Immediately afterwards, the seeds of music theory parasitic on the heart were picked out and fell apart in the air.
Under the tragic scars, the dark dragon forcefully closed the wounds and repaired the broken armor. Angel's strongest knight once again stood intact in front of Ye Qingxuan.
Then, he saw Ye Qingxuan's happy smile.
You're done!
At this moment, the moonlight gathered around Ye Qingxuan like a substance. In the sound of steel multiplying, countless ethers gathered out of thin air under the influence of the principle of purification, condensing into dozens of erratic sword blades.
The crystal-like translucent blade blended into the moonlight, and its outline was almost indistinguishable, only casting a faint shadow on the ground.
-Throw the sword!
Under the full impetus of the Chapter of Fate, Jiuxiao Huanpei played the "Chapter of Moonlight" sixteen times at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, from Shencheng to Shunwu, followed by Fetching Han, Huyou, Suicide... and even the eighteenth paragraph of the main voice, the final "throwing the sword"!
The illusion of a rainbow penetrating the sun emerged out of thin air, and sixteen moonlight swords full of murderous intent had locked onto Lancelot's location. With Ye Qingxuan's understated wave, they came through the air!
It was obviously not an entity, but when it broke through the sky, it erupted into screams, like the angry shouts of countless people, rivers of blood and tears, goshawks struck the palace, comets struck the moon, and rainbows penetrated the sun.
In an instant, the distance of ten steps was crossed, and the final victory was achieved!