The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 44: The Glory of Dragon Knight (Part 2)
The two dragoons who were brandishing their long swords to resist the attack suddenly groaned in unison and bent down. Opposite, the tall Bazelal took the opportunity to lift the heavy oak table and smashed it down. Qiaopu turned around and chopped the table into two pieces with a sword. The incision burned before the table top hit the ground.
"What's the matter?" He asked the two entourages, "There was a sneak attack...injured in the crook of the leg and elbow..." A dragoon supported his body and said with an expression of pain.
"Sorry, putting on the helmet, I feel bad." Qiaopu held his armpit apologetically and looked around.
Frightened by the power of the Golden Dragon Knight, the surrounding assailants hesitated. Many pairs of big feet in leather boots stepped on the broken tables and chairs. The apple pie of the proprietress was mixed with blood, and the fire began to grow bigger.
A black shadow fell between Jonah and Sibi, and the Eastern woman pressed her lips tightly: "I hurt two of them, both at the seams of the armor, but the shiny golden guy is a monster. "
"Sister Long Ji, do you want to use that trick." Xibi looked at her nervously.
"This is the only way." Long Ji nodded, "Cover me for three minutes." She stepped back two steps, pulled out the dagger embedded with sapphires, closed her palms, lowered her head, meditating on something.
"She... what is she going to do?" Jonah shook his head, enduring a severe headache, and asked.
"What do you think she is going to do?" Xibi glared at him, "Sister Long Ji is a sorcerer."
"What is a sorceress?... She is not a thief?" Jonah's worldview was overturned again.
Xibi was too lazy to talk to people with no common sense, bent his bow and set arrows, trying to snipe the dragoons who were slowly advancing, the arrows accurately hit Qiaopu's key points time and time again, and smashed in front of the enchanted scales time and time again.
The golden dragon rider who likes to smile is obviously a little irritable. "Get up!" He reminded himself that although the arrow wound on his shoulder no longer bleeds, the pain will no longer remind him all the time, the group of people facing him. Not only did it bring shame to him, it was more likely to be the murderer who killed two dragon knights.
Is it the "Left-wing People's Liberation Army"? Qiaopu frowned, and spent ten seconds recalling the name of the resistance organization that was active throughout the Western Continent—probably? Based on the Ebenezer Republic, the liberated area in the northernmost part of the Western Continent, he hid in the vast territory of the Zavi Empire and played a hit and run dodgeball game with His Majesty Yeli Zawitan, the king of the Western Continent.
Another long arrow pierced the air. Qiaopu stretched out his left hand and accurately grasped the body of the arrow in his hand. The long arrow condensed from aura was twisted and struggling like a living thing, and then burst open with a bang, turning into light. Smoke with silver light spots.
"Interesting, but I have had enough. Are you women, children, and lame magicians from the left-wing People's Liberation Army?" he asked.
"So what?" Sibi yelled through his neck, showing a few veins on his thin neck.
"...what's that?" Jonah asked in a low voice.
"The ghost knows!" Xibi quickly replied without moving his lips, "Can you still fire that light cannon? Sister Long Ji needs time."
"I will try my best!" Jonah closed his eyes. The fighting and groans in the tavern faded away, and an endless starry sky opened in his mind. The pulsating headache is like a pebble thrown into the water, constantly stirring the calm star map, but the interstellar line just found hangs in the center of the star map like a wide river, and vast energy rushes in it. The astrologer apprentice released all the remaining mental power, resisted the severe headache, activated the attacking star array drawn by blood, and the dots of free energy began to rotate in a mysterious trajectory.
Suddenly heard a vague exclaim from Sibi, Jonah opened his eyes and found that the tavern had become a real hell.
In only half a minute, Qiaopu wielded the fire-enchanted longsword that left a red afterimage, took a step without hurries, and killed one person. The broken corpses fell heavily into the flames. In the broken wood, scorched blue smoke rose, and there was no trace of blood on the dragon knight's long sword, only the more and more vigorous magic flame. The innocent people who were incapable of fighting shrank in the corner, and there were fewer and fewer people standing in the tavern, until the last sturdy warrior collapsed.
"Can you tell me?" Qiaopu approached, "Where are my brothers?"
"It's still a minute away!" Sibi glanced frantically at Long Ji behind him, and shot arrows to block the Dragon Knight's footsteps, and roared: "Brother, shoot as long as you can!"
Jonah emits a scorching star for the second time. Not enough, too weak, useless, useless. The moment he shot, Jonah sat on the ground with all his strength, and at the same time the blood star array burned due to overwork. The time is too short and the energy has not been accumulated. It is daytime, and the free energy that can be captured is limited. My weak mental power is not enough to control the second precision shot. In short, this will be a failed attack, another failed attack. attack. The pessimistic thought flashed in the mind of the astrologer apprentice.
The only beam that pinned his final power was the thickness of the chopsticks, showing a warm red color, and once again lost sight of his head, and shot obliquely into the sky from a place two feet away in front of Qiaopu. But the dragon knight obviously had lingering fears about the last attack, so he stopped when Jonayan held his hand, waited for the scorching star to fly high, raised his head and looked at the rock wall above his head, as if he was on guard for some conspiracy.
One second. Two seconds. Jonah and Sibi also prayed that Qiaopu would stop for a while, and then for a while. Time passed so slowly that when Long Ji's voice finally sounded, they felt that 10,000 years had passed.
"Okay, step back." The black-haired woman opened her eyes, and her eyes were as dark as the night before dawn. Jonah felt that the burning wood beside her suddenly had heat drawn away, and the temperature of the air was dropping rapidly.
As if understanding the horoscope's physical embarrassment, Sibi picked up Jonah's neck and tie and leaped to the door, hiding behind Long Ji. Behind them was the bright sunlight from the broken gate, and fighting sounds came from outside, but they didn't have time to care about the battle of their companions, because a wonderful drama happened before them.
Jona is a native of St. Boren. His knowledge of the whole world is limited to a few basic astrology textbooks, including his favorite reading "Geography of the Western Continent". These books never mentioned what the far east is like, which countries, which ethnic groups, and what kind of customs there are. The story told in Sibi last night made him know for the first time that there is a country in the southern continent called the Veda. There is a ruined religion called Buddhism; what about the story of Long Ji? For a woman who travels all over the world for love, what kind of secret is hidden behind him, he never knows, maybe, from the bottom of his heart resist knowing, because knowing Long Ji means knowing the man who makes her reluctant to let go , Jonah played a trick of self-deception with little hope.
At this moment, he felt for the first time that he had begun to understand Long Ji, starting with the mysterious word "Sorcerer".
He looked at the back of this oriental woman from the side, with a slender body, a few silver threads woven into her black hair, and silver bells on the silver threads, the silver bells jingling with the wind curled up by the hot air , Qiaopu walked step by step with the sword in both hands, but Long Ji slowly knelt down, kneeling in the blood and fire, kissing the blue gem on the handle of the dagger with her delicate lips, calling affectionately: "My love."
"It means'dear'." Sibi interjected.
Jonah clearly saw her hands clasping sharp blades, her palms cut deep wounds, but the blood did not drip, but drew a spiderweb-like trajectory on the dagger, and finally converged into the sapphire. The sapphire absorbed the blood and turned into a deep purple, emitting a bright purple light, and emitting a lavender mist, reflecting the broken tavern into a psychedelic.
"What the hell?" Qiaopu hesitated for a moment.
"Come."
Long Ji called softly, like a girl leaning on the window sill, whispering a lover who walked by the window. Jonah's heart stopped beating.
The lover she summoned appeared, and the void burst open, and in the purple mist, hands that did not belong to this world stretched out from the void, tearing the space apart like a pancake, followed by the right foot, head, left foot, and left hand. , A figure slowly crawled out of the gap in an extremely awkward posture, and then his head fell back, his limbs drooped, and his movements were strangely suspended in the air.
"My love." Long Ji dropped her face and kissed the purple gem.
The figure turned slightly in the air, raising his arms as if he was about to embrace her, but he trembled, and his arms and head fell again, as if he had no strength to support his body.
Yes, it doesn’t have the strength to support the body. This is a skeleton, a pale male skeleton from an unknown world suspended in a purple mist—Jona’s eyes almost jumped out of his eye sockets—the skeleton is full of thick bones Scars, the wound showed a silvery white luster like metal, and a faint purple fire burned in the dark eye sockets, and every part and joint of the neck, elbows, wrists, knees, ankles, head, arms, hands, legs, and feet was faintly visible. The thin purple lines are connected, and the upper end of the line disappears in the mist,-more than fifty purple lines hang the skeleton in the air.
"Pretend to be a **** and play a ghost." Qiaopu whispered, the long sword dexterously turned in his right hand, and the purple mist encountered the flame on the enchanted long sword, crackling a small spark. With a sound of his feet, the Dragon Knight kicked a broken tin jug, Qiaopu picked up the jug with his toes and kicked it at the weird skeleton.
The skeleton raised his right hand in an uncoordinated motion, pulled out one of his ribs as a sword, and smashed the hip flask to pieces. Jonah saw Long Ji kneeling on the ground with ten fingers connected to the ends of dense blood lines, and the dagger embedded with purple gems was suspended in the air, and the action instructions were transmitted to unknown time and space as the fingers jumped.
"Wood, puppet! It's a marionette!" Jonah finally remembered the ancient juggling seen in the circus in his childhood.
"Whisper! Dear brother, the word puppet will drive Sister Long Ji crazy." Sibi quickly covered his mouth, "This is her soul puppet, her partner in another world, her lifelong Patron Saint. I'll tell the story here, don't talk nonsense!"
"When I smashed this pile of bones, it was when you confessed, ladies." Facing the tall skeleton twisted in the air, Qiaopu laughed instead, and he looked back at the two wounded dragoons. The soldiers were looking for the wounded but dying tavern customers to ask for information, "Don't get too close to me, okay?" The dragon knight kindly reminded, and then knocked his helmet with the hilt, "make a serious fight."
"Where's your dragon? Your lord Knight!" Sibi yelled maliciously, poking out her head.
"Let the poor little guy have a good night's sleep. It's a bit overweight lately and I'm afraid of walking." Qiaopu replied kindly, kicking on the ground without warning and starting to charge, holding the sword in both hands, and the blade is scratching on the ground. A long string of dazzling sparks suddenly rose into the sky, slashing towards the skeleton from bottom to top.
The upper body of the skeleton leaned down like it was broken, and the bone sword of his right hand collided with the dragon knight's sword head-on, and the red flames and purple smoke scattered in the crisp sound. Neither sword was broken.
Qiaopu snorted, stepped and changed hands, and pulled out a beautiful sword flower with his left hand. Obviously the skeleton-or its operator can't deal with the swordsmanship of the dragon knight, who has enchanted the long sword three times in a row. The middle skeleton's arms and chest took away pieces of metallic bone debris, leaving burnt black marks.
From Jonah’s perspective, I can’t see Long Ji’s expression. I only see her slender fingers playing the blood line like a piano. The skeleton stretched out his left hand and pulled out the right rib. The double swords crossed to block Qiaopu’s entry. Attack, and then spin violently like a top.
The dragon knight contracted his body, blocked a series of attacks from the bone sword with his sword jaws, stepped back two steps, and vigorously raised a table. The two skulls and swords staggered the table into four pieces. Qiaopu leaped high in the air and shouted. The magic flame on the blade grew violently, splitting a three-foot-long deadly rainbow.
The skeleton retracts its head and chest inward with actions impossible for humans to complete, forming a round ball with sharp bone spurs, flashing past the sword's edge, and spreading its body like a flower, hugging the enemy, every rib They all protruded outwards, shining with a chilling cold light.
Qiaopu turned over his head and feet in the air, protruding the sword blade from his armpit, lightly tapping on the skeleton's clavicle, using a weak recoil to avoid the death grappling, rolled to the ground, and immediately bounced and chopped at the skeleton's shin. The skeleton's legs were raised from side to side like a stride, and the upper body fell from between the legs and hit the dragon knight's head; the dragon knight had only to crouch down with his horizontal sword to resist the blow, with a muffled sound. Soot flew from Qiaopu's feet, half-kneeling on the ground, and the skeleton, heavier than steel, bends the proud backbone of the Dragon Knight. Qiaopu fought hard against the skull, bounced back a few steps, and coughed.
"Yeah!" Sibi jumped up excitedly.
Qiaopu coughed muffledly in his helmet, and pointed his left finger to the ceiling. Jonah and Sibi followed his gaze and found a piece of silver-white metal deeply nailed to the top of the cave. At this time, the skeleton regaining its hanging posture suddenly trembled, its head lost its strength, and it leaned back with a click, hanging on its back like a cumbersome face pocket. Riona could barely see in the purple mist, two purple silk threads were cut, floating in the breeze.
"What's that?" Sibi stomped.
"I think... it was the fork he used when he ate the apple pie, the one you cut off." Jonah replied.
"See the **** monster!" Sibi yelled.
"It's not as difficult as it seems." Qiaopu reached out and took off his helmet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at three people and a headless skeleton with gray eyes, and said with a smile.