"Repent, you coward!"
In an instant, Duke St. Gerian's body burst into a large red holy light, and a phantom kite bird ignited behind her like a flame.
boom!
A circle of fire patterns suddenly exploded, spreading rapidly to the surroundings like waves.
Emperor Reinhardt and the guards watching the battle were forced to retreat again and again by the terrifying shock wave.
"Your Majesty, please leave as soon as possible!"
The guards were frightened by the terrible scene of the paladins fighting, and quickly protected Emperor Reinhardt, and at the same time advised him to leave quickly.
After receiving Colin's order, Emperor Reinhard did not refuse, and ran downstairs decisively.
Cracks are also constantly appearing on the surface of the top floor of the castle. Along these cracks, countless flames spread rapidly like thin snakes.
Colin, who was the first to bear the brunt, immediately felt a burning sensation on his face, as well as the coercion that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
He couldn't help taking a step back, holding his sword forward to block the raging flames rushing towards his face.
boom!
A large area of flames soaring into the sky swept across the entire top floor of the castle, and instantly engulfed Colin.
But when the flames dissipated, they saw a black arc barrier quietly protecting Colin.
Since then, Colin at this time has completely changed.
His body swelled to a height of five meters, his rough skin was covered with ferocious scales, and a pair of huge black bat wings spread out behind him, and traces of blood mist diffused, covering his head, making people look Unclear true colors.
Duke St. Grian was taken aback for a moment. .
If it weren't for the two of them on the top floor of the castle at this time, she would have thought that her opponent had changed.
"So you are the Winged Knight!" Duke St. Grian suddenly realized.
Colin didn't answer.
Just silently accumulating energy.
In the real state of the blood race, he can always defeat a seriously injured paladin.
Colin felt the instinct deep in his heart that was eager to try, and chose not to suppress it anymore.
In an instant, a large group of black shadows bloomed from Ke Lin's wings.
whoosh whoosh—
Countless black silk threads galloped back and forth like streamers, shooting towards Duke St. Grian from all directions.
The black silk thread was wrapped around and quickly became a light curtain that enveloped the Duke of St. Grian.
But Duke St. Grian's face remained unchanged, but he slowly erected the long sword in front of him.
The next moment, her pupils instantly turned into pure gold, without a trace of reason or emotion, like a god who came to judge the world.
Boom!
The black light curtain cracked a golden gap, and immediately, countless gaps filled the light curtain.
boom!
The light curtain shattered with a bang, and countless golden light spots continued to gather, forming a fiery red kite bird that seemed to be able to burn everything in the world.
"Repent, Colin Angelet!"
Swish!
A fiery red light arrow shot out from the kite's mouth, swept a ferocious arc in the air, and shot straight at Ke Lin.
Colin instantly felt the threat of death.
yes, death.
Since he came to this world, he was stabbed through the chest, his heart was crushed, and he suffered countless injuries, big and small, but because of the immortal nature of the vampire, he never felt that he would die.
But at this moment, he really felt the threat of death!
"help me!"
Finally realizing that he had underestimated the strength of the Paladin, Colin decisively gave up at this critical moment.
Swish!
A phantom of a white wolf suddenly appeared in front of Ke Lin. Facing the full blow of the paladin, he decisively summoned the paladin Blood Slave.
What surprised him was that the fiery red light arrow that shot out from the kite's mouth suddenly turned around in the air—
boom!
Colin turned his head stupidly, and saw a bottomless hole appeared beside him.
And the holy warrior Blood Slave who was urgently summoned by him did not block anything at all...
After sending out this blow, Duke St. Grian on the opposite side could no longer bear the deterioration of his injury, and fell straight down.
Colin turned around from behind the paladin Blood Slave, walked up to Duke St. Grian, and asked in surprise:
"Just now... why did you keep your hands on purpose?"
Duke St. Grian was in an extremely bad state at this time, a large amount of golden blood was oozing from the cracks on her body, and it couldn't be stopped at all.
She smiled sadly and said:
"After all, I still don't want to kill you... Maybe I still want to give the empire a hope.
Moreover, even if I didn't change the trajectory of that blow, wouldn't you have a way to deal with it
Hehe, I didn't expect that, Colin Angelet, you have so many cards in your hole. "
Colin looked at the Duke of St. Grian with a complex expression, and said with a bit of hatred:
"Since you don't want to kill me, why do you have to work so hard? Wouldn't it be better to save your strength to kill the orc emperor?"
"You're right." Duke St. Grian nodded. At this moment, she seemed to have finally regained her composure and composure, "I was dazzled by anger, but if you were in my position, you would find yourself Everything guarded is destroyed, and it is difficult for you to maintain your sanity...
However, I have one last word of advice.
Withdrawing is addictive, and you'll find plausible excuses to embellish it, embellish it, and treat it as the only viable strategy.
But no matter how you retreat, one day you will have to face your fears.
Remember, if you want to reach the peak of chivalry, you must have the belief that you will never retreat! "
Colin looked at the Duke of St. Grian, who was still talking about him when he was dying, and felt mixed feelings in his heart.
To be honest, he can understand Duke St. Grian's anger, even madness.
Changing places, if the northern border fell, and even Vera died at the hands of the orcs, he might become a madman desperate for revenge.
Marquis Garcia's strategy seemed to be the best choice, but he ignored the lives that were sacrificed one by one.
Those Westerners who died at the hands of the orcs are no problem as sacrifices to this strategy.
From this point of view, how much difference is there between him and Mr. Xie
While contemplating, Colin found that the aura of Duke St. Grian was getting weaker and weaker, and the look in her eyes was gradually disappearing.
The golden blood flowed all over the floor, making Colin swallow involuntarily.
He knew that as long as he waited a little longer, the Duke of St. Grian would swallow his last breath, and he would be able to taste the fragrance of the blood of the paladins, and use this to step into the sanctuary he dreamed of.
Of course, he has another choice—
It was before the Duke of St. Gerian died completely, transforming her into a blood descendant.
That way, she won't die.
But I will also lose the opportunity to advance to the sanctuary.
Colin hesitated.
Duke St. Grian lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep, his beautiful face looked like a blooming crabapple under the moonlight.
After pondering for a long time, Colin sighed, and finally aimed at the slender neck of Duke St. Grian, and bit it down.
(end of this chapter)