Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 203 Grinding Blood, Killing
"Are you crazy? Remove the barrier, what do you use to fight him?"

The voice in the gray hourglass screamed, and he even wanted to get out of the hourglass and slap the reckless young man outside hard.

But the half-elf boy seemed completely unaware of how ridiculous his operation was in the eyes of the gray god. He stared at the big bird's beak and said in his heart: "Don't talk nonsense, if you really want to help me, just do it." Give me a direct upgrade to level [-]!"

"Upgrade? What are you talking about..."

He once again blocked the sound of the hourglass, and focused all his energy on the situation in front of him——

Ambrose's power comes from the scepter given to him by the Gray God.He has seen the bird that turned into bones. In the game, every power burst of the gray god priest will be accompanied by the image of this fierce bird. change in direction.

Therefore, the players even speculated for a time whether the gray god's body was a strange bird.

At this time, it was not impulsive for him to remove the barrier of nothingness.In Cyril's thinking, the power he invoked at this time came from the Gray God, and Ambrose's power also came from the Gray God.With the "Grey God" still alive, he couldn't be sure whether the two forces could cause effective damage to each other.

In a nutshell, what these words mean is that the moves taught by the same master cannot be broken, so you have to use moves other than the ones taught by the master——

The wind in the entire manor is howling, as if jumping for joy that someone is willing to take the initiative to call them.The long sword in his hand has already condensed the most wind that has been used so far, but the wind from other parts of the manor is still frantically rushing towards Cyril, the falling meteor, gathering around him, around him Pull out several long white lines.

Cyril clearly perceives what a huge amount of energy he is holding in his hands at this moment. They are as agile as elves in the forest, weaving in front of him into a leaping deer, or a flying eagle .Those pale green pupils covered by gray gradually shone with the color of a clear spring in a moonlit night in the forest as he continued to fall.

Countless long and twisted tentacles sprayed out from Ambrose's body again, grabbing at the young man in mid-air, but the wind tore them apart for him.

"No, you can't fall in, its essence is nothingness, I can't keep yours, open the barrier quickly..."

The Gray God in the hourglass was still howling, he didn't know that all of his big calls were being ignored by Cyril.

Seeing that Cyril was about to fall into the bird's beak, the strange bird had begun to take the form of a creature, and the bloody and bloody appearance was even more terrifying than the dense white bones before.Gray God finally made a compromise, and he shouted as if giving up everything:

"Okay, okay, I'll help you, it doesn't matter, the world should be destroyed quickly!"

Amidst his words, the white lines surrounding the half-elf boy's body suddenly gathered towards the sword as if they had found their home.In an instant, the light of the long sword in Cyril's hand became countless times brighter, like a blue sun——

Then he fell into the bird's beak.

The world is silent at this moment, there is no whistling wind, and there is no such howl.

Evans and the others in the distance opened their mouths, and further away, in front of the window of the single building, Misha Exifan hugged Caroline against the window, muttering "Nora is here", eyes There is a strange look in the middle.

But in the next second, there was a rapid and persistent sound of friction and collision in the huge abdominal cavity of the strange bird, as if something was scraping its bones in its abdominal cavity.The strange bird raised its head in pain, and frantically twisted its long and scary neck, and the new flesh and blood on the abdominal cavity began to thin out rapidly, and within a few seconds, a bright blue light could be seen, shining In its abdominal cavity!
"He's not dead, he's still alive!"

All the onlookers yelled loudly, and the long sword in Cyril's hand, which was in the abdomen of the strange bird, danced back and forth, rolling up several wind blades with each stroke, without any moves or skills, those who followed him The wind rushing into the abdominal cavity of the strange bird spontaneously became a part of his body.

Wherever the mind goes, there is a mighty wind.

Cyril felt that he had caught some kind of trick. He knew that this sudden power change definitely came from the gray god in the hourglass. If he fell into the mouth of the strange bird as he planned, he should still be struggling to rely on it at this moment. Use your own strength to cut the abdominal cavity of the strange bird, right?

"Heart, my heart!"

Ambrose's roar echoed in Cyril's ears, but at the moment it sounded like a sad whine.The ravages of this wind have exhausted its strength, if it has a blood bar, then the blood bar has bottomed out at this moment!
That is, when to kill!

Cyril held the hilt of the sword with both hands, with the blade pointed down, and raised it high above his head.The howling wind gathered towards the blade in an instant, crowded and compressed each other, and finally turned into a bright and bright blue dagger.

Without any hesitation, he stabbed down heavily with the dagger in his hand.The highly compressed wind began to overflow the moment it touched the bones under him, and the wind element bombarded downwards, smashing the obstacles under him to pieces——

Rogue high-level skills, let go!

His figure continued to fall as the obstacles under him shattered, and finally fell into Ambrose's wide-open abdominal cavity.And this time, Ambrose had lost the power to bind him into it again.

He inserted one hand fiercely into the group of fine tentacles that had lost their vitality, and his nimble fingers separated the rotten flesh and blood.The expansion of his body made Ambrose already riddled with holes. As he said, he had to swallow Nirola's original heart to save his own life.

With a jerk of his hand, he grasped a hard iron rod that should have been Ambrose's spine, but now it was the staff of the Gray God.Gray God in the hourglass closed his eyes in pain, while Cyril raised the dagger in his hand high and slashed it on the staff without any hesitation.

"Crack - crack -"

With a cracking sound that broke the hearts of both Ambrose and Gray God, Ambrose's five-meter-high body lying on his back gradually began to shatter.The remaining strange birds on the top of the head turned into pieces of bone, like a late snow, scattered in the manor full of holes.

Cyril quietly looked at the completely inactive body below him, only a small part of the upper half was still alive.

He pulled himself out of Ambrose's abdominal cavity, stepped forward, pulled Ambrose's hair, and picked up a small part of his upper body.His interruption completely melted, and only part of the Gray God's power kept him alive for a while.

"Where's the ass? Where's my ass? Where's my leg? My hands are gone?"

The face that couldn't see clearly what it was like before was full of confusion, and he had just recovered a little bit of his own consciousness.Half of that face still has the appearance of Baron Abra Sinai, while the brows and eyes of the other half have been completely blurred.

"You're almost gone too." Cyril replied without any emotion.

Ambrose finally realized something, he looked at Cyril, his eyes were full of disbelief:

"Why, why are you here to hinder me?"

And the half-elf boy raised his head slightly, seeing that it was actually an extremely beautiful day, which was actually sunny and sunny.

No fog of war, no rain of blood, this is 1440, the year of the dragon.

"Yeah, why?"

he asked softly.

Then he threw Ambrose's head up vigorously and kicked it far away.

(End of this chapter)