Sword of Daybreaker

Chapter 117: A weapon of justice

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Gao Wen didn't know if his acting skills were up to standard, but he thought that cultist would definitely be fooled.

Because he himself is indeed in a weak state, and he really doesn't have the strength of a true legend, and he doesn't need acting skills at all!

For Gao Wen, who knew himself well, it was much easier to pretend that he was weak in battle than to pretend that he was still in his heyday seven hundred years ago.

Sure enough, at the same time when he deliberately showed his lack of energy and physical coordination, the figure shrouded in the black robe began to move.

It was the expression of aura, the aura of finally confirming the fighting spirit and preparing to end the game. From the corner of his eyes, Gawain saw the black robe of the cultist tremble, and the arm hidden under the robe was raised towards this side. An obvious fluctuation of magic power then gathered in his hands.

Gao Wen had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but he did not attack, but pretended to be disturbed by the corrupt tree man, and moved a few steps towards the direction of the cultist. But it is the act of sending the body within the magic range.

The mutated and obscure druid spell took shape in an instant, and a gray-green ball of light filled with decaying power flew out from under the robes of the black-robed cultist. Gawain had already locked onto the trajectory of this ball of light, and he couldn't even He didn't dodge or dodge, but propped up the knight's protective aura the moment the ball of light hit him, and started charging at the same time!

The "Ball of Corruption" made a soundless trajectory in the air, and hit Gawain's shoulder armor firmly, but at the same time, a circle of translucent energy fluctuations rippled on the shoulder armor, dispelling all the power of the magic ball invisible , while Gao Wen turned into a white light in the blink of an eye, and raised his long sword to chop off the head of the cultist!

The cultist was obviously stunned for a moment, but he had already fallen into this trap: Just like any spellcasting profession, druid spells have a magic buffer after casting spells. After the previous spell expired, his spiritual sea was in turmoil. Facing the knight charging towards him at this moment, he couldn't even cast the simplest spell of protection.

But just when Gao Wen thought that this cultist would use the magic weapon he carried to resist his own slash, he saw this guy make an amazing operation that he never expected

The man in black suddenly retreated half a step to dodge the downward chop, followed by an iron bridge narrowly and narrowly dodged Gawain's subsequent horizontal slash, and then rolled over on the spot with no time left, and spun up while supporting himself with one hand , and at the same time as getting up, the other hand reached towards his waist, and he pulled out a shining one-handed sword in a flash, and blocked Gawain's third pursuit with a "bang" sound!

At this moment, Gao Wen's eyes almost rolled down.

But he didn't have time to wonder, because this cultist had already avoided several of the most dangerous attacks, and he was recovering his posture, and once this guy with both magic and martial arts really regained his posture, it might be difficult to handle .

So Gawain directly poured the knight's aura into the pioneer sword, and the blade instantly ignited nearly a thousand degrees of heat. At the same time, he pressed down on the cultist's block with both hands. After holding on for less than two seconds, he had to roll and dodge the scorching blade that almost set him on fire at the cost of his left arm being injured.

Gao Wen chased after him, and the Pioneer Sword slashed continuously like a blood-colored blade of light, leaving twisted arcs of high heat in the air one after another. Gao Wen was even more shocked when his jaw dropped. This guy all in black actually forcibly relied on his extremely exquisite swordsmanship to temporarily equalize himself!

What is the origin of this product? ! Is this a cultist with only level five? Is it said that all things will eventually die will be legal druids? !

The one-handed swordsmanship of the black-robed cultist was unbelievably superb, and Gawain soon discovered that it was really pure swordsmanship, without any extraordinary power that belonged to knights or warriors. , Relying entirely on skilled skills and combat experience to resist Gao Wen's offensive, without the aura of protection, nor the infusion of magic power and extraordinary skills, he has resisted until now with only one hand of swordsmanship!

In this world, there are still such martial artists who do not mix extraordinary powers, but simply practice their skills and accumulate experience? So what's up with this guy's druid spell? Or is there some unknown career system in the end of all things

Gao Wen had a lot of question marks in his head, but the cultists who were facing him were already miserable: Although they had persisted for such a long time with their superb swordsmanship, the difference in rank was hard to ignore. If the man in black was holding an ordinary steel sword instead of a blessed one-handed sword, he would have been chopped off by Gawain within a few rounds of the battle. .

After several consecutive attacks, Gawain pushed his opponent into a corner. He decided not to think about the opponent's sword skills, but directly mobilized the magic power in his body. At the same time, he raised the pioneer sword high and released the high-ranking knight. "Steel Storm" will be mastered.

The black-red sword blade swung down, and a burst of strong light burst out in the air. In the light, the sword blade suddenly seemed to split into countless pieces, and a piece of sword light smashed down like a torrential rain of steel, and each sword The sword carried a powerful shock wave. Under the impact of the fiery "steel storm", the solid ground of the castle was shattered and rolled up like sand and dust, and was engulfed by the shock wave and rolled towards the man who had completely lost the chance to cast spells. A cultist who lost his chance to block.

The figure in the black robe seemed to have given up resisting as well. He stood there in a daze until the steel storm's blade and the shock wave smashed him and the surrounding stones into pieces, and continued to rush along with the unabated shock wave. To the walls of the chamber.

Amidst the loud noise of rock shattering, a big hole was broken in the castle's solid boulder wall, and the shock wave rushed into the night outside before finally dissipating.

After a while, the few corrupted treants standing in the hall stopped their movements one after another, hanging their arms stiffly like robots that had lost their commands, and then they shook a few times, and the cores emitting dark red light followed When it was extinguished, the dead branches and rotten leaves that had lost their lives long ago fell to the ground: these twisted things that stood up against the laws of nature returned to their original appearance.

Amber jumped out of the shadow form, sat down on the ground and gasped for breath: "Hoo... hoo... I'm so exhausted..."

Knight Philip was also panting heavily. Those corrupt tree men catalyzed by magic power were not easier to deal with than ordinary low-level knights, but he couldn't do such a shameful move as Amber, so he just supported his body with his sword. And looked at Gao Wen with admiration: "My lord, that cultist was killed by you."

However, Gao Wen didn't look very happy. He frowned and came to the big hole, looking down at the scorched black fragments left by the cultists after their bodies were smashed to pieces. Due to the astonishing heat contained in the Pioneer Sword, these wreckages have been severely carbonized. There is no trace of blood and flesh at all: "It's not right... I always feel that it's not right in the end..."

Pittman walked over, bent down to pick up a piece, and slowly crushed it in his hands. After a while, his face was really gloomy: "This is the sorcery of the burnt bark fallen druid, that guy ran away !"

At the same time, on the roof near the outer corridor of Viscount Andrew's castle, a cluster of abnormally growing and lush vines suddenly rustled and squirmed, and then a large bag suddenly bulged out of the vines, accompanied by a disgusting , Like the sound of mucus surging, the large bag in the vine was torn from it, and a figure in a black robe came out in a panic.

This black shadow is just a member of the Church of the End of Everything who managed to escape. He exudes a burnt smell all over his body, his left arm is dripping with blood, and hangs powerlessly beside him. The robe on his body is also torn and the hood is even worse. It disappeared, revealing the face of a thin, pale middle-aged man with messy short brown hair.

He was still holding the "one-handed sword" in his right hand, but now only a small half of this valuable extraordinary weapon was left.

Cursing in a low voice, the cultist put away the small half-cut sword, staggered forward, and prepared to escape from this place before the terrifying opponent could react.

But as soon as he took two steps, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the corner not far away.

Standing there, Knight Byron happened to be looking up at the cultist who emerged from a clump of vines and looked seriously injured. The two of them looked at each other for a while, but neither of them reacted.

But the stupefaction only lasted for a blink of an eye, and the cultist soon came to his senses, and raised his finger to the knight who somehow survived in front of him, fighting the stinging pain in his brain, and began to forcibly chant a spell, preparing to get rid of this roadblocker.

And Knight Byron also reacted in an instant. He took out something in his arms, fiddled with something, and threw it at the opponent: "Eat my hidden weapon of justice!"

An upright knight would shout out even when throwing a concealed weapon.

The cultist just smiled disdainfully, and easily caught the "hidden weapon" thrown at him by Byron. He was cursed by his sorcery, and now he is also weak!

"You think too highly of yourself," the cultist grabbed the projectile thrown by Byron. He didn't sense any toxicity or magical aura in operation from this thing, so he didn't worry at all, "Alright, just use you To replenish my life... eh?"

He suddenly heard a ticking sound coming from his hand...

Byron clearly saw that the cultist reacted at the last moment. The crystal grenade was completely mechanical before it exploded. There was indeed no magical reaction in it, but the magic breath of the energy storage crystal could still be sensed carefully. Yes, a mid-level extraordinary powerhouse will of course realize that something is wrong after becoming vigilant, but his reaction is still a bit slow, even though he has already thrown the grenade out, and the brilliance of the body protection spell floated on his body, But the rune trigger has been pressed, and the detonation circle is activated.

Grabbing the fireball with bare hands, and catching the fireball close to the face, what stands out is a thriving trance.

But after all, it is an extraordinary powerhouse who has reached the middle level. Even if he is seriously injured, the protective magic weapon he carries with him and his physical strength still exist. At the moment the crystal grenade exploded, this cultist had A few bright lights flashed, and the few protective equipment he had left activated automatically and resisted the most fatal damage. In the end, his entire right arm was shattered in the explosion, but the rest of his body was violently shattered by the impact of the explosion. Jumped out, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye. 8)