Boom!
With a loud noise, an invisible air wave instantly exploded around Duke St. Pross and Lucien as its core.
All the glass windows of the whole building shattered at the same time, and the scattered glass shards were driven by the billowing air waves like a dense rain of bullets, which made the soldiers from the Eastern Territory outside who were trying to surround them scream.
The Duke of St. Pros stood in the air, and a huge phantom of a white horse appeared behind him in an instant.
On the back of the white horse, a pair of giant wings more than ten meters long spread out loudly, occupying the entire hall space almost instantly.
call!
Amidst the roaring sound of piercing through the air, the pair of giant wings, which seemed to be nothing but real, blocked the light, and pressed down on Lucien overwhelmingly.
The domineering aura brought by it caused all kinds of objects in the hall to roll around.
As the giant wings vibrated, the air was squeezed out crazily like a pump, and the entire hall trembled violently.
The magnificent holy light energy gradually condensed the city into a complete entity, and crashed towards Lucien.
Lucien's expression didn't change at all, but the fighting spirit of his whole body exploded quickly, and a large red crystal-shaped shield formed in front of him.
Compared with the huge giant wings, the thin shield seems to be completely out of the same level of strength.
boom!
In an instant, the giant wings slammed into the crystal shield with a terrible impact.
There was a crackling sound, and fine cracks visible to the naked eye appeared on the crystal shield, and continued to spread around at a worrying speed.
It was just the first wave of confrontation, and the two immediately separated themselves.
Although they are both at the sixth level, the Duke of St. Pros, who is a knight, is obviously stronger than Lucien, who is a warrior.
This is the oppressive power of divine professions over ordinary professions.
In fact, under normal circumstances, the Duke of St. Pros would not worry about fighting Lucien at all. He was absolutely confident that he could defeat a sixth-level fighter, but now, he was not so confident.
Because, there is still a dagger stuck in his chest.
Feeling the bone-piercing pain and the passing power, the Duke of St. Pros knew that he had to fight quickly, otherwise the injury would only get worse and worse.
So, the Duke of St. Pros looked at Lucien who was still struggling in front of him expressionlessly, and suddenly opened his mouth, and a silent roar exploded from his mouth.
In an instant, countless white-golden threads shot up into the sky from the phantom of the Pegasus horse behind him.
Chi Chi Chi!
All the silk threads circled around and suddenly burned violently in mid-air, turning into a huge golden torch in the blink of an eye.
Click!
With a strange soft sound, a little white light suddenly lit up in the torch.
I saw a jade-like flawless spiral unicorn gently protruding from the torch, seemingly slowly but incomparably swiftly piercing towards the crystal shield in front of Lucien.
The speed was so fast that Lucien was unable to react at all, and could only watch helplessly as the jade spiral horn touched the shield lightly.
Everything seemed to stand still for an instant.
Maybe in a second, or maybe a century later, time starts to flow again.
Click!
The crystal shield began to slowly turn to ashes.
Dust rose all over the sky.
But the jade-like spiral horn did not disappear, and still stabbed Lucien with a slow but extremely firm posture.
Although the spiral unicorn hadn't touched Lucien's body at all, the armor on his body seemed unable to withstand this terrifying power. Like a candle meeting magma, it quickly softened, dented, and even turned into molten iron and dripped on the ground. land.
laugh-
The spiral unicorn finally touched Lucien, and passed through effortlessly!
In the face of this strange force, it seemed that no defense would be effective, and a big hole was easily poked out of Lucien's chest like a thin piece of paper.
Through the big hole, even the broken heart can be seen clearly!
The Duke of St. Pros looked at his "masterpiece", a satisfied smile finally appeared on his face.
But then, his face turned pale, and his majestic aura gradually weakened. The phantom of the Pegasus behind him melted into the air bit by bit, as if it had met the sun's ice and snow.
Obviously, the terrifying blow just now was also a great burden for the Duke of St. Pros.
"Ahem..."
The Duke of St. Pros coughed up a mouthful of blood, and wiped it away casually. He ignored Lucien in front of him, and turned to look at Vincent, who was huddled in the corner, with a look of surprise on his face:
"You're still alive?"
Marquis Vincent gasped in pain, his heart and lungs were almost completely destroyed by the Duke of St. Pros, but even so, he still did not die.
The Duke of St. Pros walked slowly towards his son, his eyes full of undisguised killing intent, and he said as he walked, "Nizi, do you know? I have already made up my mind to let you inherit my title, ha ha, but Are you really that impatient?"
Marquis Vincent looked at his father who was approaching him step by step, but laughed. The blood foam on his mouth made this smile look particularly ferocious:
"Father... ahem... your thoughts... are so changeable... let me... how dare you wait patiently... who knows one day... you will change your mind..."
The Duke of St. Pros's face sank like water, and he said coldly: "If this is the case, then you should never wait! Go and repent to my lord!"
As he spoke, he punched Marquis Vincent's head with his fist.
But at this moment, the Duke of St. Pross suddenly felt a strong wave of grudge coming from behind him.
Turning around suddenly, Lucien, who was supposed to die, rushed over again.
The spear in his hand was like a dragon coming out of the water, leaving a silver-white afterimage in the air, stabbing towards the Duke of St. Pros.
Caught off guard, the Duke of St. Pros could only slightly avoid the vital point and let the spear penetrate his right chest.
"ah-"
There was a shrill scream from his mouth, but the Duke of St. Pross still stretched out his hand and grabbed Lucien's throat tightly.
Kaka!
Amid the tooth-piercing sound of bone cracking, the Duke of St. Pros crushed Lucien's throat.
But Lucien didn't seem to be aware of this, and didn't make any defensive moves. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the dagger that was inserted by the Marquis Vincent on the chest of the Duke of St. Pros.
Then, give it a good stir!
The Duke of St. Pros let out a desperate roar, clenched his hands again, and tried his best to strangle Lucien to death, but unfortunately, the power in his body was passing away like the ebbing sea water.
His vision became more and more blurred, and his consciousness became less and less clear.
Before the darkness swallowed it completely, the Duke of St. Pross repeated in despair and doubt:
"You...why...don't die..."
(end of this chapter)