Act 21 The Passing Knight (Part 2)

Scene 21 Among the passing knights

Brando raised his sword, and a burst of wind pressure exploded from the connection between the Elf Sword and the Pale Fang, blowing his hair back. He narrowed his eyes and used the force to slide back, feeling as if half of his body was about to be torn apart.

Although he has not been hit by a sword due to his experience so far, the health value projected on his retina has actually dropped by more than 30 points. Brando understood that this was caused by the impact on the internal organs and the inability to completely remove the power. This must be because his physique has reached nearly 7 energy levels, which is far tougher than the average person. If it were anyone else, he would probably die if he could not catch the sword with his internal organs shattered.

But what made him complain secretly was that Ebdon seemed to know this too. Every sword was as tight as a sword, but he didn't even give him a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. Several times Brando couldn't help but wonder if this guy didn't care about his army at all. Although he was almost collapsed here, the rows of skeleton soldiers in the valley over there were also almost overwhelmed.

Could it be that in this guy's eyes, he alone could be stronger than an army?

Brando may not know that one of his ridiculous ideas is the one closest to reality. Although the White Knight Alberton could be regarded as Eruin's hero during his lifetime, everything he did after awakening as an undead became nothing more than an annotation. In Warnd, the undead is a kind of existence that distorts the laws of nature. In many lights, The reason why it is classified as blasphemy to the living among the teachings of the Bible is that it is just another kind of power and another kind of thought servile the body that should have decayed and returned to the earth.

It is a person, not a person. To the undead, its memories of its lifetime are just fragments of memories. There is a saying that the undead are not without fear, because their greatest fear comes from the memories of their lives, and some undead will even fall into the memories of their lives and never be able to extricate themselves.

For them, this is something they resist more than death itself. Almost all undead avoid remembering, because when they remember, they inevitably fall into fear.

But the white knight Alberton may be a special individual among them. This knight is often caught in memories of the past. It remembered the battle between the knights on the Golden Flower Plateau, as if it was watching it all from another person's perspective, and the killings in its memory made it more calm and ruthless.

Therefore, at this moment, the White Knight of the Apocalypse, who is the senior general of Madara, is thinking more about how to nip potential enemies in the cradle for this dark country.

Obviously, in its view, the threat of a potential and excellent commander is far greater than that of the rabble.

It was even willing to give up victory in the first battle and kill this young man.

However, Brando's performance has far exceeded the expectations of the undead knight.

It is very clear about Eruin's swordsmanship school. Brando obviously studied the most superficial type in the army, perhaps with some superficial knowledge of palace swordsmanship, but overall it can only be regarded as the level of a three-legged cat, but Such is the level of the three-legged cat that it fails again and again.

In the end, it had no choice but to use its absolute suppression of strength to wear the opponent to death bit by bit. This style of play is even a little shameless, which is a bit hard to accept for a man like Alberton who was a knight during his life and death and who was of noble birth. But for the man under the three black scepters and the black code, Oath, it coldly chose to give up its honor

Because Alberton knew that many people would make the same choice as him, Madara had to make such a choice.

"Martha, Madara will always be under your protection." The flames in the undead knight's eyes were as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand had been cut down mercilessly.

But as soon as he took action, Brando had already avoided it to one side, as if he had expected it to do so. The Pale Fang in the hands of the Undead Knight could only miss the young man every time. Occasionally, he guessed correctly, and would be skillfully relieved by the other party's crude swordsmanship.

All this seems incredible to Alberton.

So again! The soul fire in Eberton's eyes couldn't help but flash. Since the beginning, it has changed three sword techniques in succession. At first, it used the Eruin sword technique that it was most familiar with, and then the Eruin court sword technique. , the results were all guessed by Brando one by one. At first it thought it was because the boy was particularly familiar with his country's swordsmanship, and then he subconsciously switched to Madara's military black cross swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, Brando not only did not adapt to it, but also guessed more accurately...

If the undead also had the emotions of living beings, White Knight Alberton would probably be cursing his mother at this moment.

But he didn't know that Brando's familiarity with Eruin's military swordsmanship was limited to him before level 30 in the original game. In the long experience that followed, he had seen hundreds of swordsmanships, either advanced or popular, but if there was one swordsmanship he was most familiar with,

That must be the knight swordsmanship of the church knights and the black cross swordsmanship of Madara.

Without him, practice makes perfect.

Knight swordsmanship was the swordsmanship that Brando had used the longest in the previous life, but black cross swordsmanship was the swordsmanship he had seen the most. Brando has been fighting Madara for seventy or eighty years in the game, and his understanding of the opponent's popular military swordsmanship is as natural as eating and drinking.

Unfortunately, this does not mean that Brando is better off at the moment.

Because under the suppression of Alberton's absolute strength, he couldn't find a chance to counterattack. No matter how old his routine was, he couldn't stand up to 16 levels of dexterity. Sometimes Brando couldn't even catch the opponent's hand. The movements are purely based on guessing based on experience.

And Brando soon felt that his physical strength was gradually approaching the warning line. If a person's physical strength dropped below half, his strength and reactions would begin to decay. If it drops below one-third, it will be difficult for a person to keep his movements in shape.

But only three minutes have passed since the battle started.

Brando was sweating profusely. Faced with Alberton's pressing step by step, he gradually lost room for thinking. At first, he could still find time to take a look at the situation on the battlefield, but as his physical strength gradually dwindled away, now he had to use his full strength every time he avoided Alberton's sword.

The number of sword fights became more frequent.

It was like a vicious cycle. The more he fought with Alberton, the more powerless he felt. But the more powerless he becomes, the harder it becomes for him to avoid Alberton's sword.

Brando almost gritted his teeth and persisted. This kind of persistence has almost nothing to do with death. Compared with squeezing potential from the sour bones and escaping from death again and again, the kind of persistence from the depths of the soul The exhaustion that surged up seemed to make him feel like he was going to sleep forever in the next moment, which made him almost want to give up completely.

But this time, he inexplicably thought of Freya and Little Roman, and the cavalry who fought with him, and the passionate feeling pouring out of his chest made him persevere. He knew this was a responsibility that held him accountable for everything he did and said.

For a moment he closed his eyes, then opened them again, and what he saw was a patch of snow. Brando finally woke up at that moment, his scalp was numb, and he almost rolled away from the ground in a posture that had nothing to do with elegance.

But the power contained in Alberton's sword finally burst out at this moment

It moved forward with a sword, and the lowest power of silver pushed a silver flame to burn forward all over the mountains and plains; it was like a piece of silver moonlight, it moved forward silently, the rocks cracked, and pieces of fir trees moved forward one by one. Then fell.

From the valley upwards, a sword cut out a bare hillside with a conical area of ​​nearly 150 feet.

The cold wind blew through, and there was silence in the valley.

There was silence for a moment.

Everyone was frightened. Although they had heard of the so-called second power level silver, they had never seen this moment with their own eyes. Witnessing such a miracle that was almost impossible to reach by human beings, everyone could not help but There is a kind of awe for the power itself from deep within.

This kind of awe is not even fear or despair, it is simply the worship of the great power by a small mortal.

Even Leto, Mano and others were frozen. They couldn't believe that Brando was fighting such a monster before, and he fought for so long?

But they wasted time behind and did not help the young man in time.

Brando said nothing.

But these mercenaries felt a deep sense of shame in their hearts. At this moment, they all felt the heavy sense of responsibility in that young man. For the promise made by each of them, it turned out that the one who had always seemed relaxed Young people have been completing it seriously.

If they had blindly worshiped Brando in the past, now for the first time, these mercenaries felt a sense of belonging.

But where is Brando? They couldn't help but worry, could he survive such a blow?

The white knight Alberton withdrew his sword and let out a clear cry.

"Brando!"

Freya was riding a horse from the side of the hillside towards the place where Brando and Alberton were fighting, but she was a step too late, when she had just seen the battle between the young man and Alberton. .

It seemed like everything was over.

The sword in Freya's hand fell to the ground with a clang. She could hardly believe what she saw. The young man who brought her out of Butchi, the young man who told her to see the world outside the well, That shameless person.

Is this the only way to go?

But she felt someone tap her shoulder. The future Valkyrie couldn't help but turned around in confusion. What she saw was Ciel.

The young wizard's retinue was staring down the hillside, his eyes motionless:

"Miss Freya, as long as I am still here, it means that the Lord is not dead yet."

"What...what?" The pony-tailed girl was startled, not understanding the full meaning of Ciel's words.

But she at least understood part of it

Because she immediately saw that familiar figure crawling up from under a piece of rubble.

Brando almost felt that his whole body was in excruciating pain as if it was falling apart. His shirt was completely torn to pieces, his forehead was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell how many wounds there were on his body.

But he still endured the pain and smiled proudly.

"Old guy, I didn't expect you to miss this move in the end."