Dust of History: The game is broken (on)

"Stop, what are you going to do to Her Majesty the Queen?" The old Marquis of Minsk looked at the priest in front and shouted. Rod Hart's words of revealing this person's identity just now have made everyone's hearts rise to their throats. And now he had already walked to the queen's bed, stretched out the hand that had just sent Rod Hart flying, and pressed it on the immobile queen.

"Of course I let her explain to you what's going on." The person replied lightly, took a deep breath, and then the hand on the queen lit up with magic light. It was pitch-black, like a mist-like magical fluctuation formed by rising ink. This black aura instantly spread over the Queen's body and slowly seeped into her body.

With the appearance of this magical fluctuation, everyone can feel that there seems to be a gloomy corpse in the space of the bedroom. Even though the people here have never seen this kind of magic, they can still guess what it is.

"Necromantic magic?" All the ministers exclaimed, and their already terrified expressions became even more panicked. Minister Johnson, the Marquis of Minsk, and General Thomas rushed forward at the same time. Even though they knew that they might be like bugs in front of this person who could defeat Roland's personal disciple in one go, they didn't hesitate at all. Because the above is Her Majesty the Queen. Even if they have become vampires, they are still the most beloved person of the emperor of the empire they have guarded all their lives.

But a person stopped in front of them, and the three of them pushed forward several steps to their thin body. But he tried his best to block the three of them. The man hurriedly said to the three of them loudly: "Don't go, trust him."

"Do you want us to believe him? That seems to be the murderer who killed Bishop Ronis and the Duke. Can't you see that is necromancy?" General Thomas roared and wanted to pull the man away.

But this man desperately pushed the general's huge body, looked up at the three old ministers with unusually clear and firm eyes, and said in a concentrated voice: "If you don't believe him, then you can trust me."

I can't help but stand still. If it is someone else, such blocking and talking will definitely not have any effect, but this person is the prime minister of the empire, and she is the queen's sister. It stands to reason that she is the most concerned here. The queen's people, so she is qualified to say so.

At this time, the queen's body on the bed was completely invisible, and the black magic wave from that person's hand had turned the bed into a small black quagmire exuding a strong breath of death. Sweat oozed from the forehead of the priest beside the bed and dripped down one by one on his chin. He also seemed to be struggling.

The three old ministers were stopped by the prime minister and looked at the scene ahead in surprise, while the other ministers were also at a loss. Only Rod Hart, who flew upside down and lay on the ground, barely supported himself. Spray a small mouthful of blood first, and shout to the outside as loud as possible: "All Holy Knights obey orders. Stop this person quickly, shoot and kill."

In fact, he also said that the three swordsmen he had summoned just now had entered the bedroom at this time, drawing their swords and rushing towards the person in front of the bed. The prime minister wanted to move to stop her, but the three swordsmen were all very skilled, and they passed her by in a flash. And a hundred meters away from the sleeping hall, hundreds of members of the Holy Knight Order also began to rush towards this side.

The hand of the person in front of the bed still pressed on the Queen's body and did not withdraw, the black magic fluctuations became thicker, darker, and more lifeless, and the sweat on his head grew more and more. But at this time, the three swords of the three swordsmen had already struck Zai. Although these three swords are comparable to Rod Hart's torrent-like sword power and killing intent just now, they are by no means a trickle of streams that can be easily dealt with. Any swordsman in the Holy Knight Order can definitely handle it. Straight to the word "master".

The man didn't move his body, nor did he let go of the queen, but just raised the other hand that was covered in blood after receiving Rod Hart's sword just now. The scar on the palm was deep enough to show the bone, and the wound caused by the sword energy was definitely ten times more serious than it appeared on the surface. It was impossible for anyone to easily catch the full-strength sword of Captain Roland's disciple. But now the magic fluctuations in this man's other hand are so strong that even the ministers in the bedroom who don't know how to use magic can feel it. In contrast, the white battle qi light on his current hand is so faint that it is almost invisible.

Three swords, with three dazzling brilliance and a life-threatening aura, were already in front of him, one piercing his head, one piercing his chest, and the other piercing In his abdomen, even if no one gave orders or reminders, the tacit understanding between the swordsmen of the Holy Knight Order still brought the offensive to the maximum effect. Three attacks from different directions, and there is a slight time difference between the three different angles, which is ten times more difficult to resist than three swords attacking from the same direction at the same time.

The man's hand was first placed on the sword that was running towards his face without any mistakes. With one press and one slap, the long sword broke from it. However, the crackling sound of metal cracking also carried the teeth-stinging sound of bones rubbing against the peak of the sword. The swordsman twisted and changed the direction at the moment the long sword broke, almost cutting off half of his palm. The finger flew up from the root, and the bone of the ring finger was completely broken, leaving only the muscle on one side connected to the skin. Blood spurted out from the wound immediately, and Rod Hart's sword just now had broken at least half of the blood vessels in this palm.

After the sword was broken, the swordsman's forward figure also crooked, and then the man's elbow hit the swordsman's chin. The swordsman's face instantly deformed, spraying blood and teeth and falling down. The broken half of the sword flew downwards, just hitting the long sword that was stabbing his abdomen, and the long sword's momentum was crooked again. The man's foot also kicked on the swordsman's shoulder through the gap between the crooked sides, and the swordsman was also thrown backward amidst the sound of bones breaking.

The power in this hand is actually not that great, even worse than the lethality of any swordsman's sword. But the timing, strength, direction and method of the shot were all extremely precise and ingenious, completely defeating the attacks of the two swordsmen in one blow.

But these two swordsmen are just foreshadowing and prefixes. He has already used his hands for entertainment, swung his hands out, kicked his feet out, and he can't even maintain his body balance at this moment, but the sword in his chest has already arrived, and he can no longer block or hide.

At this time, the man still did not let go of the hand holding the queen, but twisted his waist with all his strength using the standing foot as a pivot.

Jianfeng had already torn open his clothes to get inside, and as he twisted his waist, he also pulled out a wound nearly an inch deep on his chest, blood splashed out as Jianfeng pulled it.

If the sword peak was half an inch deeper, it would definitely be able to pass through the gap between the ribs and pull his chest apart. But this swordsman couldn't stab his sword any further. The muscles in front of Jianfeng are full of elasticity and resistance. And the speed and direction of this person's waist twisting and chest twisting almost completely dispelled the power of his forward thrust. Finally, the sword pierced through the center of the chest, and slipped out from the side of the chest after opening a scar. And the distance between the swordsman and this person has also been drawn very close, so close that he can attack without using his hands and feet.

While twisting his waist and twisting his chest, he had already shaken his head, and with a muffled sound, his forehead hit the swordsman's face squarely, and the bridge of the swordsman's nose was directly sunken into his face . The blood splattered and the swordsman turned over and fell out. His face was not flat, it was almost sunken.

Swinging hands, kicking legs, twisting the waist, twisting the chest and shaking the head, this one turned in a circle in a dance-like posture and stood firm again. The three swordsmen of the Holy Knights had fallen to the ground, and his hands never left the queen's body from the beginning to the end.

Except for the hand that was pressing on the queen, the rest of his body was soaked in blood. The palm of his hand that received the two swords was already a little disfigured, the blood kept flowing down the incomplete palm, and the blood that emerged from the deep scar on his chest also soaked his clothes. On his forehead, a layer of skin peeled off from the hairline and hung down, and the blood on his face was not sure whether it was the swordsman's or his own. Against the background of the increasingly dense and tumbling black magic waves beside him, he could see It looks like a ghost emerging from hell.

The man took a deep breath, the dark magic fluctuations became thicker and more ferocious, and they had already begun to spread to other places in the bedroom, and those ministers who had no martial skills and resistance had already started to retreat.

The layer of skin hanging from his forehead blocked his eyes. He seemed to be in the way, so he grabbed and tore it with his **** wounded hand, and a mask was torn off, revealing the mask underneath. Another slightly thinner, more chiseled face.

Although I had already mentally prepared for this person's identity, when I saw the most famous, loudest, fiercest and most terrifying face in the entire continent, all the ministers let out a cry in unison. Exclaimed, some of them still screamed.

Only the prime minister did not exclaim or scream, she looked at him with joy and relief in her eyes.

The black magic fluctuations that had started to diffuse suddenly shrank, and all of them were attached to the queen's body. The queen's figure was completely invisible, becoming an object wrapped in black mist. And he finally let go of his hand, although he looked very tired, but he was relieved, and smiled at the prime minister who was watching him.

Outside the temple, the swordsmen of the Holy Knights are approaching. But this was only close. After all, Rhodes Hart and Bishop Javi told them to stand too far away. Although their movements were also very fast, they seemed to be a bit late.

Rod Hart struggled to stand up on the ground, but even standing like this was very difficult, let alone doing anything.

Finally, all the black fluctuations were automatically withdrawn and soaked into the queen's body, but the man's expression froze suddenly, and he looked up to the outside of the hall.

At the same time, a strange roar came from outside the bedroom.

Almost all the ministers turned to look outside the bedroom. It's not that they don't care about the queen, but because the voice is too strong, too violent, too murderous and imposing, but hearing this voice almost gives them the illusion of being torn apart, so they subconsciously forward it to look at it.

The one that made this sound was a sword, a sword stabbing towards the man in the dormitory in mid-air above the members of the Paladins.

That is not a sword, a river, a sea, or a lightning bolt. Everyone who saw it had an inexplicable illusion.

It is obviously a sword in mid-air, but it is as fast and stunning as the Yangtze River, as vast and violent as the sea, as swift and astonishing as lightning. So that everyone looked at the sword, but no one saw the cardinal holding the sword.

Bishop Jiawei's figure was almost completely submerged in the brilliance and momentum brought out by the sword, and it was impossible to tell whether he was holding the sword or the sword was leading him to stab.

It was almost just that strange impression like rivers, seas and electricity, and then what everyone saw was a piece of snow-white and bright white light that crossed time and space and directly reached the inside of the hall from the outside of the hall, and the tip of this light was opposite to the inside of the hall. The exact one was the one standing in front of the queen's bed. Only a few people with good eyesight can see it. On the trajectory of this ray of light ~IndoMTL.com~ The swordsman of the Holy Knight Order who was kicked out and just managed to stand up is like a piece of mud The clay doll turned into a piece of dust and flew away as if it had been hit with a stick.

No matter what it is, at the top of this light, it will become that crumbled clay doll. No matter who saw Bishop Jiawei's sword light, they should feel the same way. And now what about this person standing in front of the top of the light?

When a person saw the sword in mid-air, he pulled out a knife from behind. To this piece of light that seems to be able to stab anything into pieces.

No one heard the sound, at least no one in the bedroom heard it, because they were thrown out by the sudden airflow before they heard it. But the swordsmen of the Holy Knights outside heard and saw it. I saw that fierce sword light collided with that rock-like knife, and then the loud bang lifted the people around and the bed next to that person, and threw them into the air.

The bright sword light has been shattered. The long sword turned into fragments and scattered from Bishop Jiawei's hand, and Bishop Jiawei's tiger's mouth had also been broken, and his body, which was as indomitable as that ray of light, seemed to be omnipotent, staggered back. Flushed, and then faded to paper pale, a trace of purple blood spilled from his mouth.