The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 112: To die in battle, to live in battle (Part 2)
The abyssal knight was bathed in snow all over, and Zhu Xie Tieshan was bathed in blood, "Boom." Another fierce collision took place on the battlefield. This was the eighth frontal impact between the two, as if they had reached a silent tacit understanding with actions. , The boxing master and the black knight decided to use absolute strength to distinguish the victory and defeat, there is no evasion, no moves, only the collision between the naked fist and the fist, the muscles and the muscles.
The shock wave blew the snow in the sky, and the flesh hit the ground heavily. The black knight Chep was breathing heavily and propped up his body, but his abyssal horse was unable to raise his head again. This horse from **** can be in the black flames. Unlimited rebirth, but at this moment there are very few flames from the mouth, and its body gradually sinks into the frozen earth, returning to the embrace of **** flames,
"He..." The black knight Chepp opened his visor, and hot white smoke came out of the gap in the helmet. The iron armor on his body was already in tatters. The lance was folded into two in the fourth collision. The surface of the jet-black shield is branded with five deep fist marks, cracks are scattered everywhere, Zhu Xie Tieshan’s fist can break even steel,
"Mias...Mrs. Serfina..." He spit out low words and turned to look around. The lady in the green dress and the priest in white robes lay quietly in the snow, the squad of the Brotherhood He was the only one who stood still in the middle of the earth. No one could talk about how vulnerable the team led by Mrs. Serfina could be so vulnerable. Chep’s jaw tickled and left blood, like the hourglass of fate pouring out. At the time, he knew that he had no hope,
Cherp is a wise man. During his long time serving for the Brotherhood, he had encountered such a death countless times, but he survived and survived countless times as the only survivor. The black knight believes in death. Mang gave them the ability to open the gates of hell. No matter when and where, he can sink into the abyss of tumbling flames and use the power of death to resist the enemy soldiers. But this time, he did not intend to escape,
Before leaving, Pope Herodia said: "Self, you must win."
Mrs. Serfina smiled and said: "If we lose, Lord Pope."
The pope lowered his white-blonde head: "Then don't come back. Flee to a far place, Seuffy."
Everyone thought this was just a routine joke between ambiguous men and women, but the black knight thoroughly heard Herodia’s overtones. The pope didn’t tell lies. His eyes were hiding on the ground. Cold and decisive, that is not the expression that should be given to lovers when they are sent out. At this moment, Chep understands that the Brotherhood has abandoned them. Even if he can escape in battle, he has to escape to the vast ice field alone, brother. The loser will be executed,,, although I don’t know why,
But even without this episode, Chep still didn’t plan to escape, because the man in front of him was still standing upright, like a steel bar deeply embedded in the ground. During his life, the black knight had seen all kinds of enemies. , The defeated coward who cried and begged for death, the brave who was pierced in his chest and still looked immortal, threw the baby away in exchange for death, the mother who came later and indifferently looked at the whole village being slaughtered but only cared about the bread in his hand The despicable man, his most impressive enemy was a strong man he encountered in the Western Continent more than ten years ago. He was riding a tall dragon elephant, with gray hair and an old man with a straight waist like a sharp sword. The knight made a move. He pierced Cherp’s faceplate with a long silver lance, the tip of the gun stopped at the center of the black knight’s brow, and a drop of blood rolled down his nose,
The commander of the "Golden Hammer" of the Zavi Empire's ground troop dragoons, the storm knight Izakios destroyed the will of the black knight in an instant, causing the proud abyss knight to roll off his saddle and kneel on one knee. Kneeled to the determined soul that was too strong to make a fight, but Isaacios only shook his head without saying anything. A young nobleman came from behind the storm knight with a tall nose and a thin bridge. Thin lips and bizarre blue and green eyes form a bewitching charm. Just standing there, this young man attracted the attention of the audience,
"I am the nephew of Emperor Maximilian, the Crown Prince of the Zavi Empire." The young man stretched out his arm, and a red two-headed eagle tattoo appeared on his wrist, "Help me, follow the two heads." With the guidance of the eagle, create the glory of the Zawi Empire and the Brotherhood of Scarlet Owl, hold my hand and give you new life."
"Yes, yes..." The black knight stretched out his trembling arm, "May I follow..."
"You are following the Brotherhood, because I am a member of the Brotherhood." The Great Yelizawitan smiled and shook Trapper's hand, and the storm knight Izakios seemed not far away to see this. The scene, turning his head to look at the rolling mountains on the horizon,
This day changed Cherp’s fate,
His second impressive enemy is Zhu Xie Tieshan, which stands in the snow of the Northern Continent. No one has ever simply welcomed his frontal impact. This is a dialogue of pure power. The remote survival heart in the knight’s heart has been awakened. He wants to run away with his tail clipped, sneak back to Yelizaweitan to lick his wounds, or defeat the enemy in front of him and meet death as a winner,
"Roar..." The black knight forcefully took off the helmet and threw it to the snow. Under the helmet was a terrible head. The magic and skin had long been burned by the fire of hell, and there were two embedded in the black eye sockets. With gray eyes, he stood up swayingly, threw away the deformed shield, clenched his fists and walked towards the enemy. This is the ninth attack, and it will be the last. Every step forward is like being in the mud. On the trek, his remaining power is only enough to throw a punch, the final blow to carry out the name of the death **** Umang, but he believes that the enemy is also the end of the crossbow, and every time he violently collides, Chepu can feel the consumption of his opponent's strength. Just like himself, that iron man is also becoming weak and soft, maybe he will fall down with just a single blow,
"Crack..." The iron boots plunged deep into the snow. This is not a knight's posture, but the black knight grinned open his mouth without lips and showed a terrible smile. The battle will not last for a while. What's the matter? Use your strength to conquer others, or be conquered by others, the loser dies, the winner regenerates, the weak eats the strong, the survival of the fittest, the battle should follow the eternal natural law, one step, two steps, **** The footprints slowly stretched towards the enemy, and Zhu Xie Tieshan's figure remained motionless, whether he was accumulating strength, or always thinking that there is no need to dodge,
The distance of twenty yards is as far as crossing the mountains. It took a lifetime before Cherp came to Zhuxie Tieshan. The black knight could not suppress the collapse of his body, nor could he suppress the excitement of his mood. What is more luscious than the fruit of victory, I hate myself for forgetting this taste, and repeatedly escaping from his own destiny. He laughed and raised his broken fist. The fist was so heavy that he could only take it with all his strength. Roll out slowly,
"Boom."
The fist hits the chest of the master of boxing. The weight of this punch may be able to knock down a farmer or an unsuspecting soldier, but it is far from the level of fighting at this level. The black knight knows that he has lost. After sliding down, he lowered his head and arms, preparing to meet the humiliating death, but at this moment, the iron figure suddenly fell backwards, and Zhu Xie Tieshan's body sank heavily into the snow, like a toppled silence. Sculpture,
Chep was stunned. He saw that piece of snow, that piece of red snow, how much blood a person had to shed to dye such a large piece of white snow red, he saw Zhu Xie Tieshan’s eyes, A pair of eyes full of resentment and regret, as hard and cold as iron. The eyes have long lost their glamour. When did the boxing master die? After the eighth collision, he lost his life a long time ago in the course of several collisions. It's just this one. The body is so heavy that it still refuses to fall after death,
The wound on the waistline of Zhu Xietie’s mountain is as big as the mouth of a bowl. The red-robed priest Mias’s "Red Prayer·Black Star" was forced to stop as soon as it hit him, but the strange corrosive force has entered his The body is swallowing steel muscles from inside and out. The boxing master from the East has no treatment. The therapist in the team has died, and there is no word showing weakness in his dictionary. The heavy impact of the black knight aggravated the injury. Deteriorating, at the moment of death, the blood in his body was almost drained,
"Ha, ha ha..." The black knight laughed madly, "So I won, I won..."
The thrill of victory only lasted for a second, "Swipe." A dark fire flashed, swallowing the upper half of Cherp's body, and the two bodies fell together, fresh blood scouring the freshly condensed snow Ground, paint a layer of delicate light red on the deep red background,
"This is very impolite, it is their battle." Mr. W commented,
"It's over anyway, do you have to wait until the guy with slippery feet rides a horse to escape." The fallen dark fire mage Jeff Tower shrugged indifferently and blew away a wisp of smoke from his staff.
"We only have four left." Mr. W said,
"Those who survived are all good, do you want to talk about this question?" Jeff Tower turned his head and asked,
The King of Night: "No, I mean it will be very tiring to bury the bodies of so many people."
Jeffta curled his lips: "I said long ago that there is no need to bury the corpse, and there will be no plague in the North Continent. The control tower, freezing them is enough, do it faster, and we have to catch up with the candidates. The team of the winners."
An ice wind mage nodded and raised his staff to call for greater wind and snow. When the body was gradually being buried by ice and snow, Mr. W said: "I suddenly felt a little scared."
"What are you afraid of." Jeff Tower asked.
"Fear that Pamela will not be in front of me when I die."