Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 760
Cyril did not expect that the most difficult step "closer to Fisebor" would turn out to be so smooth.He walked all the way through the darkest black forest land. The black forest along the way could not even see the original forest appearance. Every fallen tree was wrapped in thick black mist.

These black mist are in the form of a colloid, and they continuously bulge out one by one. The pale wraith broke through the thick glue from the bulges, and when the distorted face came into contact with the dirty air, it immediately let out a piercing scream. .

When Cyril passed by a broken tree, he glanced sideways, and saw the body of an Ultra Saint Emma soldier wrapped in the black mist. The Ultra Saint Emma soldier still kept a human face, but Like Elandar, the rest of the body has been reduced to deadwood, blending with the filthy trees against which it rests.The black mist clings to its face, and a white resentful soul emerges from it——

"Ao San Emma..."

At this time, Cyril couldn't feel any murderous intentions towards the people of St. Emma, ​​he could only be thankful that he had the last blessing bestowed by Nora.Those filthy voices that tried to invade his mind first had to go through the baptism of Nora's blessing, and then they were smashed into powder by the voice of "Town" in his body, and they couldn't give him any substantial interference.

As for the puppets of Fisebol who were supposed to block his path...

Elandal's self-dedication has attracted most of the filthy eyes, and the "guards" on the road in front of Fisebol, which should have been the most difficult to walk, were all broken in the Holland Under the beam of light given by the city of Seoul.

So the city of Hormel became Fisebol's next target after Ilandar.

Perhaps even Fisebol didn't expect that the two attacks with such a great momentum, almost at the top of this civilization era, were just to send a young man who had just set foot on the Xifen Plain to his side.

Cyril raised his head, and in front of him was Fisebol's body.

The gray-black mist was pierced by Cyril's [True Sight] and [Deep Insight], and the flat ground presented a huge depression in front, and the dark tree trunk as wide as a mountain was like a pillar supporting the sky. In the very center of the entire depression.

The Tree of Eternity, the ultimate form of the Tree of Life, is the habitat of Nora, the God of Nature.The difference between it and the tree of life is that it is larger in size and can even move freely, becoming a natural source of movement and a fortress of war.

As for the original Tree of Eternity, Fesebor, it is said that it inherited part of the power from the "Ancient Tree" Konatrisen, and it is more majestic than the rest of the Tree of Eternity, even if it is already withered after its death. This majesty can also be seen in his appearance.

It has countless roots, each of which is ferocious like the tentacles of a sea monster and has a suction cup. It penetrates into the soil and violently absorbs the power of natural life stored in this world. Those roots also Then it squirmed, surged up one by one joints, devouring everything greedily.

The tree trunk, which can make ten large carts run side by side, pointed its teeth and claws in all directions of the sky, and the dry branches swayed, twisting back and forth like snakes curled up on the tree.Looking closely, the tree trunks were not empty. Soldiers in Austrian St. Emma's uniform hung their heads one by one, and wandered lifelessly on them; The unlucky soldier of St. Emma swallowed half of his body.

There were no screams or any struggles. The souls of these Austrian Saint Emma soldiers had long been swallowed by endless filth, and they became walking corpses.

Cyril's gaze quickly swept across the scene, collecting the information presented by Fisebol.The Ao San Emma soldiers who have been reduced to puppets will not be his hindrance, and those branches will not be able to catch up with his speed, these are not the objects he needs to worry about.

His eyes passed through the black and dense branches. The original tree of eternity covered the sky and the sun when it was alive. Legend has it that it supported Nora's kingdom of God. He exhausted his eyesight, but he still couldn't find the top of it.

"Is it just hard?"

Cyril clenched the seeds in his hand, without much hesitation, his figure flickered, he had already crossed the thousands of meters long branch, and leaned towards the trunk close to where the body of Fisebol was.

The moment the soles of his feet came into contact with the tree trunk in the core area, he immediately felt a burst of icy power from below, and his entire leg was almost frozen by it.He didn't dare to stay, controlled his control over the wind, turned the remaining wind elements in the core area of ​​Fesebor into a stepped field, and then climbed on it with the gate of another dimension.

First order, second order, third order...

He raised his head, and there was a mass of darkness above his head. The terrifying height made people feel powerless in his heart.With each leap he made, the noise of those white ghosts became more piercing and louder.

At this time, Cyril understood why Fisebor was so invincible in the past civilizations, and why the "Nolongad", which was built with all its strength in the Fourth Civilization Era, still failed to set off any decent waves, so it was its destroyed.

He perfectly inherited the ability of the "war fortress" of the Eternal Tree, and endless filth was produced from it. If he wanted to win, he could only defeat its body.And its body is the area where the most filth is concentrated. He has only climbed tens of meters, and the concentration of filth around his body is enough to turn an extraordinary elf into dead wood in an instant.

Those filthy white resentful souls that had turned into almost solid bodies again gradually began to notice this uninvited guest who did not belong to them, and gathered together one by one.When Cyril inadvertently glanced down, what he saw was a sea of ​​white ghosts that could make a patient with trypophobia faint on the spot, entangled with each other and chasing him——

He had already experienced the interception of these things on the way to Fesebor's body, and it was the fluctuation of Elandar that attracted the attention of the resentful soul.At this time, these resentful souls gathered again...

"Did Fisebol lose his interest in the city of Hormel, or has the city of Hormel been swallowed by Fisebol?"

Cyril's heart sank, but at this moment he had no time to care about the situation in the distant city of Hormel.He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand. At this time, Fisebol's attention had returned to its body, so it was meaningless for him to cover up.

There is only one thing he can and must do at this time:

"Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up!"

The magic power in the wind elemental pool surged violently onto his sword blade, and the cyan light was like a huge wave. As he swung his sword, it blasted downwards, directly bombarding the gathered ghosts.The moment this cyan wave collided with it, it immediately shattered into countless wind blades, completely sealing off the area below Cyril.

But just as he took the shot, he felt the flow of magic power from Fisebol's tree body not far away from him—this feeling was like cheating in an exam and being noticed by the teacher, who uttered a puzzled "Huh? "The sound made my heart beat faster.

Cyril subconsciously tightened his nerves, and spread his magic perception to the surroundings, guarding against any possible blocking from Fisebol.And just as he diffused his perception, the end of the magic power came into contact with a swift gust of wind——

"boom!"

He subconsciously raised his long sword to block in that direction, and a huge force immediately hit his sword, even causing Adonis' verdict to let out an overwhelmed scream.Cyril was knocked unstable, and flew out, relying on magic support to barely regain his footing on the edge of the tree trunk.

He frowned, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fisebol's torso behind him, which had opened a big black mouth full of tentacles, as if it was waiting for him to be bumped into it.

At this time, the attacker in front of him slowly raised his murder weapon - a thick curved knife, and put it on the back of his neck.The expressionless zombie-like face also turned towards Cyril, and his blank eyes stared straight at Cyril.

He was wearing an extremely rich and luxurious armor of St. Emma's style. Even though the armor had been invaded by the wriggling tiny withered branches at this time, its value could still be seen from its materials and dull luster. Not cheap.He was half-bowed, with knees bent, one arm hanging down against the tree trunk, and the cloak hanging down naturally, wrapping the thin body that had been drained of vitality.

Cyril took a deep breath, he recognized this face - even after being invaded by Fisebol and losing himself, the sharpness of this face was still recognizable at a glance.

The Storm Eagle of the Ulsan Emma Empire.

Io Veros.

"Why is that so..." Cyril said softly.

He was sure that the sudden expansion of Fisebol had something to do with the people of Osan Emma.Just like what happened on the battlefield of St. Hytel, those soldiers of St. Emma who were soaked in the filth of Danya finally "assembled" into ugly giants. Bishop Nickel planned it all...

It's just that he originally thought that with the shrewdness of Io Velos, he should at least lead his legion to do such a thing after obtaining the benefits promised by Bishop Nicole.

But he didn't expect that even Io Velos himself became the nourishment of Fisebol.

"What did he promise you, is it power?"

Cyril felt the slightly tingling arm. In the game, Io Veros is not good at force. If there were no top guards and legion guards around him, a high-level skilled player would have It can be killed by one person.

But now the strength of Io Velos is enough to make Cyril's body feel numb, one can imagine...

"If it's power, then you did get your wish."

Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly. Although Io Veros was stiff, he couldn't see any loopholes at a glance.The magic power flows perfectly in its body, and with the curved knife, it seems to be able to isolate all attacks.

But since there are no loopholes...

Then run over it.

He raised the long sword in his hand, and the sound of a sea tide resounded from the depths of his body.

Endless magic power roared out from his wind element magic pool, and the power of the "Spirit of the Sea" sealed up by him was requisitioned by Cyril at this moment.Io Velos' figure trembled slightly, as if he also smelled the killing intent from the young man.

But before his body had time to react, the young man who was only tens of meters away from him had already appeared in front of him.

With the sound of howling waves, the long sword that shone with faint light slashed down on the head.The magic protection in front of him shattered like thin paper, and immediately after that, a line of blood appeared on his forehead.

The boy straightened up and raised the long sword in his hand.

A string of red threads flowed down from the blade and gathered at the tip of the sword, dripping drop by drop.

The body of Io Velos, the future eagle of the Ulster Emma Empire, split into two from the blood line to the two sides, and fell in front of him.

But this defeat of the enemy was only the beginning, Cyril's eyes trembled slightly, and he caught the dozens of snake-like branches that had fallen beside him at some point, and at the same time, they suddenly burst up and came to bite him .

He swung his sword with the momentum, and the surging magic power tore up these branches, and then [Infinite Wind Island] unfolded again. All of them turned into the purest magic power of the wind element, and in an instant, a spacious stage of the wind domain was opened for Cyril.

He kept rushing upwards through the gate of another dimension, relying on the ability to freely travel through space in the Islet of Infinite Wind, he climbed towards the top of Fisebol at twice the speed before.The figures of St. Emma's soldiers kept falling on the tree trunks he passed by, but before they even raised their weapons, Cyril had already sprinted past them without being stopped by them at all. Chance.

And Fisebol seemed to be finally irritated by the guy running around on him. The magic power on the thick tree was like a rushing river, and it even made a gurgling sound.A large amount of magic power flowed from the bottom to the heights, and the dark clouds gathered at the heights of the tree, as if they wanted to completely seal the boy here——

Cyril sprinted upwards with all his strength, and the wind element that he expanded above was continuously swallowed by Fisebol, and the gate of another dimension that he had previously relied on to advance was also declared invalid.When the soles of his feet came into contact with the tree trunk again, the thick negative magic of Fisebol was like a swamp, almost pulling him directly into it.

He hastily swung his sword to cut off the tree trunk below him, and his figure stayed in the air. When he stopped his forward momentum, he realized that there was already a thick black cloud around him. firmly locked in it.

And in the cloud and mist, a huge mouth is opening, revealing countless distorted faces of resentful souls.

About to swallow him in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)