Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 751 Spirit Knight and Dragonborn
"Book of Heroic Spirits, I order you in the name of the head of the Extinct Spirit Legion—"

Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, and the magic power of the wind element in the element pool rushed out like a floodgate.The Book of Heroes stayed on the last page for a short moment, and then the whole book began to flip through because of the influx of magic power.

The pages of the book rattled wildly, and the inflow of magic power made the entire Book of Heroic Spirits shine brightly.In the dazzling blue light, a phantom of a Taoist knight soared into the air, stayed in the air for a short time, and let out bursts of roaring sounds——

This is not the first time Cyril heard such a roar, he recognized the meaning of the ancient words:

"Nolongard—Quiet Spirit!"

Sir Mrak, Hedlorn, and more and more spirit knights piled up, like a group of knights rushing down from the peak, led by the commander of the spirit knights, Etienne de Chanois, the heart of the flame , appeared at the forefront at the end, with the big sword in his hand raised high——

"Holy White King's Court - Quen Ling!"

They roared loudly, and then Qiqi turned their attention to Cyril who was standing there holding the Book of Heroes.

Cyril was just stunned for a moment, and then he understood why he didn't intend to summon them, but these spirit knights all showed up one after another.

It was the filthy breath that touched these spirit knights, causing them to take the initiative to attack.

When facing Ivan Saxon, who combined the negativity of the sea god and the beast god, these spirit knights also took the same attitude, voluntarily separated from the book of heroic spirits, and rushed towards the incarnation of filth.

"Etienne de Chanoir!"

Cyril shouted loudly, and the leader of the Spirit Knight Commander raised his head, his eyes under the mask were full of passion.

"Legion Commander." He said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect you to have come into contact with the filth of the God of Nature."

"Have you ever faced it?" Cyril asked back.

"It is Nora's filth that invalidates the protection of the Eternal Tree of the Holy White King Court." Etienne de Chanois replied.

The so-called end is the negativity of the gods, which is brought about by the "filth" in the mouth of Bright Flame Heart.

"Have you touched the Shifen Plain? It's really far beyond my imagination." Aidean smiled under his faceplate, "I'm no longer as good as you, Legion Commander."

"The Book of Heroic Spirits has been passed down to this day. Among the spirit knights, there is no existence above the Transcendent level." Etienne de Chanois laughed heartily, "I am really ashamed. As a senior who should open the way for future generations, But it was left far behind by posterity.”

"The power is passing..." Cyril couldn't help being silent.

He didn't hear much resentment from the tone of Flame Heart, the latter accepted the reality very frankly, and offered praise to the "successor" he had chosen without hesitation.

The power of treasures is not consistent, and time is the most difficult wear and tear. With the passage of time and the replacement of civilizations, those treasures that were full of power in the early years will sooner or later become ordinary things.

The Book of Heroic Spirits of the Fourth Era has survived to this day, but most of the power sealed in it has been lost.And as it was activated again by Cyril, the power contained in it was constantly being consumed over and over again.

That is to say, Cyril's own strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he does not usually rely too much on the power of the spirit knights. Otherwise, the book of heroes that can be summoned at this moment may not even have many professional-level spirit knights left.

He looked at the group of spirit knights with admiration, and clenched the hilt of his sword with the other hand: "I have already taken over this responsibility, and now you don't need to fight anymore."

"Nora personally handed over this responsibility to me..." Cyril showed a wry smile, "I will find a way to overcome what you failed to overcome at the beginning."

But Bright Flame Heart shook his head.

"No." He denied, "We have survived until now, and our strength is running out, but there is one more thing we can do, and it is the last one."

"The last one?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, but saw that the entire Book of Heroic Spirits in his hand lit up brightly again.

This time the light is magnificent golden.

But the Heart of Bright Flame no longer answered.

He had already raised the big sword in his hand, and behind him, a familiar and unfamiliar spirit knight named Cyril all raised their weapons and stood in awe.

"Nolongard, Holy White Court!"

A low growl sounded from the mouth of Bright Flame Heart, and then all the famous spirit knights roared, and the voices converged into a torrent, as if layers of halos were fainting from the torrent they roared, those squirming black The object even recedes in large swaths because of this, just like an object that is afraid of light encounters a strong light.

"All of the Spirit Extinguishing Legion, I would like to extend my highest respect to the Legion Commander!"

Heart of Bright Flame shouted loudly, and in his shout, Cyril found that the condensed figures of the spirit knights were actually turning into phantoms one after another—this is not because of their characteristics that their bodies have no real shapes , but its existence is rapidly dissipating!

He quickly flipped through the book of heroic spirits in his hand, only to see that the portrait of the knight on the middle page had turned into an empty blank sheet of paper.As soon as these pages were flipped by him, he quickly returned and fixed them on the last page.

"Edian, you guys!"

Just as Cyril opened his mouth, his voice was interrupted by the voice of Bright Flame Heart.

"Legion Commander, the final meaning of our existence is a key."

"The key to the last page."

Bright Flame Heart raised his visor, revealing the handsome middle-aged face underneath. He looked at Cyril with a kind smile, and then nodded slightly:

"May you have prosperous martial arts."

The moment his words fell, the remaining figures of the spirit knights behind him were all shattered, so fast that Cyril's sight could not even keep up, and in the blink of an eye, only the last flame heart was left.

Etienne de Chanois, the greatest knight of Nolongard, the commander of the mortal legion.

"The end of civilization must have an end, I hope you can draw a stop for all of this."

"May there be no era after this."

His voice gradually dissipated with his figure, and finally turned into a little bit of light, scattered on the book of heroes in front of Cyril.

Cyril stared blankly at the front for a moment, then lowered his head, looking at the last page of the Book of Heroes in his hand.

It's the only page left.

The Book of Heroes, which was originally as thick as a photo album, now only has the last picture left.

He seemed to hear a "click" sound of a lock being opened, and then, the color of colored pencils gradually emerged on the blank page that was only written with Sigrid's name in dragon script.

With long golden hair, bright green eyes, and a slender figure, when such a sassy dragon-born woman appeared on the page, a figure appeared out of nowhere in front of Cyril, who was originally empty.

Without any sign of magic gathering, this figure appeared in front of Cyril so abruptly, as if she had been standing there before.

The dragonborn, who was only wearing a thin veil dress, raised his hand to brush his somewhat messy long blond hair. His pair of bright green eyes squinted at Cyril, and then let out a sneer.

"Human beings." She whispered, "Bright Flame Heart and the others have dissipated?"

"Dissipated." Cyril looked at the dragonborn in front of him and replied with complicated emotions.

"What a disappointment." Sigrid spat, and then squeezed her right fist, making a cracking sound, "So——where's our opponent? The one in front touched Leander's aura?"

"You mean...Elandar successfully climbed up to the 'White Tower Liander'?" Cyril asked in a way that conformed to Sigrid's era by breaking through the natural disaster.

"Of course, this breath... tsk, mixed with the filth of the God of Nature, it's tricky." Sigrid frowned her slender and beautiful eyebrows, and then shook her hands, "Don't you have any equipment? Bare hands Yes, it is really difficult..."

"I don't think I have any equipment that can be used by dragonborn." Cyril said with a wry smile—to be honest, he did have some "unqualified" equipment collection, and the latest equipment that changed on his body was still Primordial Necklace from Photios a year and a half ago.

Although Adonis' cursed armor is quite excellent in terms of attributes, its preciousness lies in the special effects of its skills. In terms of real equipment quality, it is still far behind those single pieces of "legendary quality" equipment. .

Cyril himself didn't dare to use Adonis' ruling to kill the dragon, so how could he let the dragonborn use it?
"What a disappointment... Hey, isn't there equipment here?"

Sigrid's eyes suddenly turned to the high place, and then waved upwards——

As if the player quickly put on the equipment through the system, in the blink of an eye, Sigrid's original "novice village equipment", which only had a gauze skirt, has completely changed its appearance.

She put on a turquoise-toned armor with shining gold trim, a delicate green robe split behind her back, and a string of dragon teeth necklaces hanging on her slender neck.He wore a blue crown on his head, and in his hand, he held a long sword shrouded in flames that came from nowhere.

Cyril only vaguely heard a burst of exclamation, but Sigrid's movements in front of him made him have no time to be distracted——

The Dragonborn had raised the fiery sword.

"Look out." Her voice suddenly became low and magnetic, and the second half of her voice also became a dragon language that Cyril could not understand:
"lyuounosinnoqikara!"

In the obscure and ancient dragon language, in Cyril's sight, circles of overlapping circles of fire suddenly appeared in mid-air, and with the waving of the red flame sword, these circles of fire danced along with it, evolving into a shape in the air. A huge, flaming dragon image!

The green umbrella standing under their feet seemed to sense danger, and the remaining leaves made a rustling sound, and then they rose up without wind, turning into tornadoes of green leaves, winding towards the flame dragon.

But how could the flame dragon be afraid of these green leaves?It just flapped its wings lightly, and the green leaves that flew up were burnt to fly ash in an instant.The huge flame dragon didn't stop, slowly lowered its head, and then spit out a fiery dragon flame towards the tree trunk!

"Roar!"

The thick sound of the dragon's roar resounded in the black forest, and the moment the flame touched the tree trunk, it spread rapidly downwards, burning it transparently in an instant.The pitch-black faces screamed in the flames, each sound seemed to be able to pierce the eardrums and hit the soul directly, but under the scorching of the dragon flames, these black faces only existed for a moment before they shattered split!

Cyril's eyes chased the tree trunk that was half burned by the flames in a blink of an eye. Seeing that the faces of people became more and more dense, the nature hidden in the core of the tree trunk became stronger and stronger!

"It's there!" Cyril's eyes suddenly lit up, and at the moment just now, he felt the echo of the strong natural force from the tree trunk, "Sigrid!"

The dragonborn groaned in dissatisfaction, as if he was not happy to be commanded by humans, but the raging flames split open a gap as high and wide as a person at the right time.And Cyril has already jumped out, passing through the cracked fire hole, and jumping into the pitch-black human face!

"Go away!"

Those dark faces tried to bite the young half-elves who jumped into it, and this posture was exactly the same as that of the Ulsan Emma infected by Danya's filth.But Cyril just circulated the wind element in his body, and the bursting wind swirled around his body like a sword blade, cutting off the faces of those people in an instant.

And the hand he stretched forward, also at this moment, grabbed a cold arm!

"Elandar!"

He roared, and then exerted force suddenly.There was a painful low groan from where the arm was, but the owner of the arm was cooperating with Cyril's movements, and broke free.

But these human faces had bitten Erendar for some time, and even seemed to have been deeply rooted in them. Even though Erendar had tried his best to get rid of them, he still couldn't get rid of these faces!
"Hmph... ah ah ah ah ah!"

Elandar let out a heart-piercing low growl. If it was just physical pain, it would obviously not make the heart of the tree suffer. This pain came from his soul, from his body infected by filth. consciousness.

"Elandar, hold on!"

Cyril gritted his teeth tightly. At this time, he could already see the current appearance of Elandar - only half of the handsome elf was still the same as before. The human face is biting.

"Sigrid, is there anything I can do!"

He suddenly turned his head and roared, just as Sigrid had already walked over, holding the flaming sword in his hand.

"Get out of the way."

She shouted softly, and Cyril let go subconsciously, and then, the fiery light flashed from the tip of his nose, and fell heavily on the face of that person.

The flames engulfed the half of Yilandar's body in an instant, but also turned those black faces into ashes.And at the moment when Elendar's body was almost burned, Sigrid stretched out her hand and pulled Ellandar out of the tree trunk!
(End of this chapter)