honor me as god

Chapter 48
Paladin passed Chino's orders to the Painters Guild, and convened 15 sketchers, who secretly took turns on duty at the four city gates, recording the faces of every person who entered the city with the most concise and capable brushstrokes.

Settling with the silver moon makes these sketchers very excited, and their work efficiency naturally increases, and they can't stop just like drinking alchemy potions.

On the way back from work, Paladin remembered that there was not much candy in the government mansion, so he had to go buy some for Chino, so he took a detour to the food shop and bought a big bag of strawberry-flavored hard candy.

Just after paying the money, there was a sudden noise outside the door, which was also mixed with a man's scolding and childish crying.

Paladin frowned and strode out the door.

It had rained just now, but it has stopped now. The ground was wet, and the dust mixed with the rain looked unusually turbid.

I saw a little boy in his early ten years who was knocked to the ground, his eyes full of fear and fear, there were several conspicuous bruises on his skin, and even a wound was cracked, and blood was gurgling out.

There were tears on the little boy's face, and he was kicked under the foot by a strong man with a strong back.

The strong man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean muscles, slapped the little boy's face with a slap in the face, and fanned out a red and swollen slap print, cursing, "Damn you bastard, you can't walk with long eyes, how dare you hit Master Fick? Just give me a good nest on the side of the road!"

There were more and more passers-by watching. The brawny man's agile body and the saber on his waist were very suffocating. No one dared to step forward to stop it, but just probed and watched.

There are still many people who watch the fun and don’t think it’s a big deal, gloat over the misfortune there, and even coax:

"Beat him! If it's a man, beat him to death!"

"Chop and don't chop, let go and don't let go, can you be more refreshing? Chopped his dog's paw!"

"I can't wait to see him cry and cry!"

Paladin glanced coldly at these booing passers-by. If one day they were the ones who were beaten, when they saw so many people watching them like monkeys, and they kept booing, I really don't know how it would feel.

The little boy couldn't bear the beating and cried, "I'm sorry! I really didn't hit him on purpose, please let me go!"

The young man named Fick ignored the cry of the little boy. He looked around at the booing passers-by, opened his arms like an emperor who controls life and death, and shouted and asked, "This kind of pariah must chop off his leg as a warning! You want to see Which of his legs was chopped off?"

There were ups and downs in the crowd, and most of the people finally shouted "right leg".

"Then the right leg!" Fick sneered and looked at the little boy, like a wild dog that had nothing to do with life or death.

The strong man held the handle of the knife, and the little boy was so frightened that he cried aloud. The moment the blade was unsheathed, he closed his eyes in despair.

However, after a few breaths, the little boy felt no pain.

He opened his eyes in fear...

who is this...

I saw a tall figure standing in front of him, the big calloused hand pinched the strong man's wrist, and there was the logo of the Centurion of Dusk City on his body.

Paladin looked at Fick and said lightly, "It's just a child, why bother him?"

"Fuck you!" The strong man shook off Paladin's hand and punched him in the face.

Paladin was caught off guard and was staggered. He subconsciously touched his nose, only to see nosebleeds all over his hands.

Paladin was furious and drew out his saber: "Dare to attack the centurion of Dusk City? Immediately capture it, or I have the right to kill you on the spot!"

But who knew that the strong man was not afraid of Paladin's identity at all, he pulled out the knife with his backhand, and attacked with swear words.

Between swords, lights, swords and shadows, the two fought back and forth for more than a dozen rounds, with great movement.

Many passers-by have already slipped away, not wanting to be implicated in it.

There are also a group of psychologically distorted people who stay on the spot and roar, willing to give up until they see human life.

Paladin can become a centurion, and his martial arts are definitely not covered. After a few rounds of confrontation, he found an opportunity, and the handle of the knife directly smashed the two front teeth of the strong man, knocking him back, his mouth was full of blood.

Fick was instantly furious, took off his saber and threw it to the strong man, and shouted: "Cut this dog!"

The strong man vomited blood, took the knife, and changed the knife.

The moment the new knife was unsheathed, an invisible airflow surged across the street, making the clothes rattle.

The onlookers at the scene were silent for a moment, staring blankly at the weapon in the strong man's hand.

Although the style of this weapon is bland and unremarkable, it inexplicably hides a frightening evil spirit, and it makes me shudder just looking at it.

Suddenly, the strong man waved his hand, and the blade drew a bloodthirsty ray in the air, sweeping towards Paladin.

Before the blade can reach, the blade light comes first!
The length of the knife was only less than one meter, but when it was swung, Palatine, who was three meters away, felt the unprecedented oppression of death, and the whole person hurriedly rolled to the side.

"Bang!" The sword light swept across Paladin's side, and the military-style saber in his hand was cut into two pieces like tofu.

Immediately afterwards, the knife light swept across Paladin's arm, and instantly tore a gap, and blood kept gurgling out.

Paladin's face turned ashen, he recognized it, it was a rune weapon!
Rune weapons are not ordinary products. They are made by special alchemy process. Not only do they need expensive rare metals as the main body, but also during the forging process, there will be a spiritualist who will inject energy and attach their own spiritual power to the surface of the weapon.

The cheapest weapons of this type cost hundreds or thousands of silver moons, and high-quality weapons are even settled with golden moons.

The knife that Fick handed to the brawny man looked ordinary, but every time he slashed, a large number of suspended glyphs would appear on its blade, which were all signs of rune power!

The strong man's fighting skills are not as good as Paladin's, but with the rune weapon in hand, the gap between the two is instantly erased.

The terrifying light of the sword lights up from time to time, anything that is scratched is divided into two halves without any barrier, the streets are full of deep cuts, and there is an unlucky onlooker who does not hurry to dodge, directly at the three meters. An arm was cut off outside, and he fell to the ground screaming.

Paladin avoided a round of attacks and hurriedly asked: "Why do you have rune weapons? Which family are you from?!"

"A dead dog doesn't need to know so much!" The strong man couldn't help but continue to slash, and he was about to kill Paladin.

The oppression of death left Paladin no room to think. His fighting instinct told him that fighting with this rune weapon would only lead to a dead end, and he had to rush into its blind spot!

Paladin no longer retreated, but rushed forward, bumping into the strong man, ready to unload his weapon.

However, strong men do not eat rice.

The two scuffled together, and the strong man took the opportunity to turn the blade and aim at Paladin's side rib, ready to pierce his lungs directly.

At the juncture of life and death, Paladin's adrenaline surged and his mind went blank. He casually touched the spare short knife on the back of the strong man.

"Pfft!"

After a short period of rigidity, the strong man's body softened, and he slumped to the ground weakly.

"Huhu." Paladin panted heavily, and the quickly loosened nerves caused his eyes to turn black, and even snowflake-like noise appeared.

"You killed my entourage." Fick's voice came from Paladin's ear.

Fick didn't panic at all because his followers were killed, but his eyes became more and more hideous, and he roared at Paladin: "I am the son of the warriors under the Sword and Shield of the "King Family", Fick Troy, you dare to kill my followers? ? ! ! "

Hearing the sound, Paladin's breathing stagnated and his face was ashen.

(End of this chapter)