Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 631
Alvin Saxon's figure was low, with his head raised; one hand was on the ground, and the other was already in a throwing posture.

Outside the pitch-black spear in his hand, circles of black arcs were superimposed on the spear in an instant, and he held it tightly like a tower reaching the sky.

Cyril was in mid-air, just glanced at the spear, and felt that he seemed to have nothing to hide in an instant. Even if he was wrapped in Hemer's travel clothes and disappeared in an instant, as long as Ivan Saxon let go of the spear, he would definitely Will be hit by it!

And the strange black ring on the outside of this spear, and the terrifying power from Alvin Saxon in memory, if stabbed by it...

will die!
He is clearly aware of this, but at the moment all he can rely on is himself.No time to cover up his identity anymore, Adonis' tenacity is tightly held in his hands at this moment, and he has three of the four cursed armors on his body, and he only needs to wear the Adonis prayer to give Ai Wen The last set of "cursed process".

But he hadn't had time to put on the helmet, and Alvin Saxon's momentum hadn't been completed yet, and a soft cough sounded from afar.

In an instant, it seemed as if huge waves of tens of feet rose from the ground, and the magic power in the entire space rioted.They enveloped both of them, crazily rushing back and forth, as if they were hitting a stubborn stone repeatedly.

In just a few seconds, this force brought the two of them close to collapse: Alvin Saxon roared in his throat, trembling all over his body, and the pitch-black spear instantly shattered; while Cyril was not much better , but the cursed armor parts of Adonis made him not as unbearable as Alvin Saxon.

Cyril resisted the fishy sweetness surging in his throat, controlled the unbroken airflow to lift himself up, and forced himself back into the room of Marcus Scotto who fell out. After breaking away from the space, he knelt down on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You, you, Sir Egger, why do you..."

Sandy Marion was still in the room, probably because the previous battle had frightened his legs.Cyril glanced at him, and read that his heart was struggling at the moment whether to trust him or run away from him——

Although Cyril saved Sandy Marion from Alvin Saxon this time, but last time he threatened Marion well and scared him enough.

Cyril calmed down and adjusted the magic power in his body. He didn't feel it when he was outside. At this moment, he realized that his own magic power was unknowingly trembling with the fluctuations of the outside magic power. If he stayed a little longer, I'm afraid His elemental pool had to be severely damaged.

Just a cough caused a turbulent flow of magic power in a wide area, which could not even be resisted by professional-level Cyril and Ivan... Damn, in the current Harbor Temple, who on earth can have such power?

And the answer is imminent:
Harbor Temple, His Eminence, Stanley Clemens.

But where did he launch the attack?

As Cyril slowly raised his head and saw the tall and majestic middle-aged man with a high crown on his head and a long staff in his hand at the door of the room, he knew the answer.

right here.

At some point, Stanley Clemens had arrived in this room, and he was watching Cyril, who hadn't gotten up, and Sandy Marion, who was lying on the ground in embarrassment.

It is difficult for Cyril to describe what kind of eyes this is.The eyes of the bishop should be gentle and majestic. He is often the highest representative of God in the world, and needs to convey the brilliance from "God" to "people".

But from Stanley's eyes at this moment, Cyril could not read any of these two elements in those eyes.

Only calm to the extreme indifference.

Will people shed tears because of the fight between two ants?

Obviously not.

As for Stanley Clemens, now he is calmly watching the two ants fighting each other.

However, he also poured a basin of water from midair.

He was holding the long stick in his hand, and at this moment he finally moved: the long stick swung forward slightly, and the tail of the stick hit the ground, making a "do" sound, like a bell chiming on the hour.

And the pair of dark leather shoes under his feet also echoed with the sound of the tail of the stick when he stepped out, and there was a "snap" sound when it fell to the ground.

Stanley Clemens strode forward just as he had walked towards Cyril and Pelagius that night in the secret hall.

Sandy Marion's face became paler and paler amidst the scattered sounds of "do" and "pa". As Stanley Clemens kept approaching, he finally couldn't bear the psychological pressure and held his head cried out:

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I will pay! I will pay for the damage to the church! But that matter has nothing to do with me. The anomaly of the fog has nothing to do with me. It was all done by Alvin Saxon !"

But his crying stopped suddenly——

The tail of the long stick touched the top of his head.

"Sandy Marion—" the Bishop drew out the note, like a string before the melody of afternoon tea, "now, I will not hold you accountable."

After hearing this sentence, Sandy Marion returned to the surface of the water like a drowning person, breathing heavily, and tearfully said: "Thank you, thank you, Your Majesty..."

Stanley Clemens looked away from him and landed on Cyril.He paused for a moment, hesitating for something, but saw Cyril raise his hand and tear off the mask on his face.

"Young man." Stanley showed a dazed expression, even the corners of his mouth curled up, "Earl Adrian, it seems that you have done a lot of things in places I don't know about."

"Your Majesty." Enduring the pain in his body, Cyril got up and said, "I came here because my friend Mr. Marion was called here by Priest Markas Scotto to talk. I have something urgent to find him."

"Who knew Priest Scotto suddenly changed to another person, intending to kill me and Mr. Marion. Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough..."

The bishop glanced at Sandy suspiciously, and asked lightly, "Oh? Marion, do you still have such a friend?"

"Yes... yes Your Majesty, I hit it off with him..." Sandy stammered and replied, but he didn't dismantle Cyril at this time.

"Then what is Earl Adrian's plan next...?" Clemens turned his gaze back to Cyril.

"Ahem, I was invited by His Royal Highness Pelagius Heris to form a coalition with Ao Shengemma to fight against the unknown monsters in the sea."

As soon as Cyril finished speaking, the bishop suddenly burst out laughing, and kept clapping his hands while laughing: "Going to sea with His Royal Highness Herris? Okay, great——I think His Highness Herris should be at the seaside now, you Why are you still here?"

Cyril's expression changed slightly, he stopped talking, stood up immediately, bowed slightly to the bishop, and then walked out of the room quickly.

When he came to the promenade, Cyril didn't dare to stay any longer, the wind element blessed his legs, and rushed back to La Rochelle's resting place.

And in the room.

Stanley Clemens paced slowly in the room, round and round, and finally stopped by the broken window.

He looked down and saw Ivan Saxon struggling to get up from the pool.

"Marion."

He spoke suddenly, causing Sandy Marion, who didn't know what to do, to raise his head blankly and look at him.

"Can you understand the greatness I want to build?"

He murmured in a low voice, and Marion wanted to answer in a daze, but Stanley shook his head self-consciously: "Forget it, you don't understand."

He straightened his waist, pointed his long staff forward, and saw a blue water bubble slowly flying out from the window, falling on Ivan Saxon's body, and swallowing him into it with a "boo".

"I will take Saxon away and imprison me. Before the matter is over, I hope you will not cause me any trouble again..." He opened and closed his lips, uttering a name silently.

"Cyril Adrian."

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"Quick, quick! Everybody, get moving, Captain, where's Captain O'Connor!"

Cyril shouted when he rushed into the house, the knights who had already prepared were lined up by the door, and Derek O'Connor was still wearing socks and boots, hopping down the stairs with one foot, mouth Asked loudly: "Hey, who saw my captain's hat? Ah, my lord, here I am!"

"No time to find you a hat, now is the time to get our ship back!"

Cyril left everything that happened in St. Mir's Church behind him. Even though there were many doubts in it, it didn't interfere with him at the moment.

The initiator of the event, the important participant of the event, and the executor of the event, he has just met once, and the connection between each other can be deliberated after, and now he has to focus on the troublemaker of the event, Pelaghi Os Herris, let's go and see what this "event" is.

"Alden, Alden, have you completed the protective spells to avoid water?"

"It's done, Lord Earl." Neil Alden also put on a set of knight's equipment at this moment, covering his bald head with a helmet and covering his face with a mask.

"Wear one for everyone, I don't want anyone to drown because they fall into the water and have poor swimming skills--Your Excellency Treville, have you got the pass for the Harbor Temple?"

"Got it, Adrian." Heloise also responded.

"Where is Your Excellency Black, have you made a choice? Do you want to board the ship with us, or stay on Ufo Island?"

"Does it need to be said?" Blake Evans also put on a light armor for himself at this time, he moved his shoulder joints, and said in a slightly helpless but decisive tone, "How can you watch young people take risks? , the reason why you are huddled behind?"

"My Evans family, there is a rule in the family--"

"Then everyone is here!"

As Cyril said to Pelagius, it was a matter of his decision to go to sea with St. Emma's fleet before he went to St. Mir's Church. Bo Betsy submits an application for coordinated operations.

At this time, the front line was frustrated, and the commander who lost a large number of soldiers but could not even obtain any information about the enemy was hesitating whether to continue to attack blindly. The arrival of Heloise Treville was like rain during a long drought. Immediately nodded in agreement.

A group of people left the rest place in a mighty way, all the way down the mountain, with the pass in hand, without any interference from the guards, they arrived at the Scarborough Fair below the mountain smoothly.

The fog made the whole market hazy, and the empty berths and the faint fog lights made the market full of spooky feeling.

At this moment, Miss Elf, who was showing disgust, seemed to remember something. She stopped and raised her hand, and sang softly:
"Purify, Baum—"

Cyril noticed that the trees around him shook their branches and leaves as if they had been awakened by someone.As the branches and leaves of the trees swayed, the fog around him visibly faded a little.

"Misha, this?"

Cyril was puzzled, but Misha showed such an expression, and answered: "I wanted to try it before. If the fog is a kind of pollution, then the trees that represent nature should be able to remove it to a certain extent..."

"You mean, if there is a large forest, it can restrain the expansion of the fog?" Mia asked.

"It's like this... It's a pity that there are too few vegetation on Ufo Island, and there are not even many trees."

Cyril nodded thoughtfully.

Misha's understanding of the knowledge related to the gods is obviously better than everyone present here. In this respect, it is enough to just trust her blindly.

They speeded up, and the closer they got to the sea, the thicker the fog became.When they came near the port, the visibility was almost below ten meters.

"My lord, are we really going to go to sea in this environment?"

Derek O'Connor's eyelids twitched. The fog was so thick that he couldn't see the middle of the ship from the stern.Given his choice, he would rather sail in a storm than in a fog.

"After all, there are not many captains who have the experience of sailing in the fog! How can there be such a thick fog in the sea!"

"To go to sea, you must go to sea." Cyril said firmly, "As for the direction of progress... You shouldn't need to worry too much about it."

He took the lead in jumping onto the boat and overhauled the magic circuits of the bow, stern, and hull.Soldiers also boarded the ship one after another to check whether there was any problem with the main guns, auxiliary guns, and smoke generating devices.

"Report to the captain, the ship has not been damaged!"

"Report to the earl, the main gun and auxiliary gun are complete and ready to fire at any time!"

The Napoleon did not suffer any damage in the fog, which is undoubtedly good news.

"So... how should we move forward?" O'Connor stood at the bow, looking at the vast fog, and said blankly, "Even the fog on the sea before was not exaggerated to this extent."

And Cyril stood beside him, uttering a word: "Wait."

"Wait? Wait for what?"

As soon as O'Connor finished speaking, he suddenly turned his ear, listening to the voice from the mist.

That was the sound of the sea water being separated.

And then, the fog in front of them was suddenly "shattered" - just like the water vapor on the mirror was wiped away with a slap, the fog was smashed into pieces by the giant intruding recklessly, presenting the surface of the sea in front of them :
A huge ship with a pitch-black body and a height of tens of meters.

Stopped on the sea in front of them.

(End of this chapter)