Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 764 Christian

Cyril unloaded that piece of equipment. Although the weight of the equipment seemed like nothing to his body, at this moment he felt empty, with a strange sense of nothingness.

There are gains and losses.

Cyril didn't know whether he gained more from the improvement of his strength or lost more.It is true that personal ability has been promoted to the top of today's civilization era.Natural disaster grade - it is estimated that based on the background of Ao Shengemma, there are at most two natural disaster grades.

If Cyril's enemy is still only O Saint-Emma, ​​and his goal is still to protect La Rochelle, so that this beautiful country can break away from the established historical track, he already has the ability to go to O Saint-Emma at that day's disaster level. The qualifications of the Ma people to take the initiative to challenge.

After all, his "natural disaster level" has inherited the authority of the God of Nature.With the heart of nature and the authority of the God of Nature, even if he finds a random place to lie down and sleep, and let those cats and dogs from Ao San Emma beat him for three days and three nights, he probably won't move his blood move—

If this is in the game, then Cyril is already at the level of a big boss, and his health bar is thick and thick, which is estimated to be calculated in megabytes.

But now his enemy was no longer Ao St. Emma, ​​but the filth of the high god.

Although this time won Nora's filth and defeated Fisebol; although Fisebol may have been the leader of many "ends" that destroyed the era of human civilization in the past, it is true to talk about this time. Fighting, he doesn't seem to have made much contribution——

What attracted Fisebol's attention was the heart of the tree, Elandar, and the city of Hormel. What he accomplished was to put the seed into Fisebol's body.He wouldn't even have made it this far without the voice of Elandar in his head.

At that time, the cities of Elandar and Hormel, which already possessed natural disaster-level power, could only be described as "vulnerable" when facing the filth of Fisebor and Nora.

With the change of civilization era, the upper limit of power is also declining.Although the filthy power of the gods has also decayed, the speed at which the power of life decays is far faster than the decay of those filth.

Living beings are almost "vulnerable" in the face of the filth of the gods.

In order to defeat Fisebor, Elandar died, the city of Hormel fell, and his equipment was destroyed.But defeating Fisebor is a long way from the end, because what stands at the end of the end is clearly the negativity of the founder of the entire world's power system, the God of Origin Danya.

Just thinking about these things, Cyril felt heavy in his heart, unable to relax at all.

He walked slowly in the tree-lined avenue, adjusting his emotions. After a short rest, he had sorted out what he should do now.

He closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness was connected to the forest he was in, and he could see everything within a radius of a hundred miles.He quickly found an area that was out of place in this lush forest—there was no tree there, shrouded in black smoke, and as large as a mountain.

Where the city of Hormel fell.

With a thought, he moved it according to the method of using the "Gate of Different Dimensions" in the Wind Domain, and his figure appeared above the black smoke in an instant.

The essence of this spell is to move in the field that he can control, and now he is the master of nature, of course he can easily achieve long-distance teleportation.

The black smoke was dispersed by the wind he whipped up, and below was the wreckage of the city of Hormel.The tragedy made Cyril unable to connect it with the city flying in the sky at the first time - most of it was smashed into the soil, and only a small part remained on the surface. Only broken walls remained of the thick city wall, and the buildings in the city were almost completely destroyed.

He slowly lowered his height and landed on the broken city wall.This broken mark was not left by the violent bombardment, but a gap was created out of thin air.

This is the result of Fisebor's terrifying suction, and it is also the direct reason why the city has become so miserable.

In such a city of Hormel, is there really any possibility of living people?
He walked slowly on the remaining part of Hormel City on the surface. These damaged floor tiles revealed the blue fluorescent thread hidden deep inside, quietly shining with a mysterious and beautiful luster.

Cyril inexplicably felt familiar. He thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the stone slabs of the elf dungeon he was in before he traveled to this world, the technique used was exactly the same as the bricks of the city of Hormel.

This is an extremely advanced way of engraving magic runes directly into building materials; today's Siliki refers to the way of Lurea civilization, and the built New Lurea is also built in this way.

This is also the reason why this huge city can fly in the air for a long time. Every part of it is equivalent to a flying magic prop. After being combined together, it can naturally fly without worrying about falling before it is damaged.

The city of Hormel, I don’t know how many times it has gone through the great creation of living beings. This is another great creation since the fourth era, when the living beings on the earth gathered their strength to form "Norongard" to fight against the end. Attempts to unite forces.

Although this city failed to save a certain era of civilization from the filthy rule, it was undoubtedly a great attempt of the living beings.

It's a pity that it finally fell under Fisebol's hands.

Cyril walked around the city twice, and then used the power of the earth to slowly lift the part that had been smashed into the soil, but still failed to find any traces of life.

They all died in the devouring of Fisebor?
Just when Cyril was thinking this way, a ripple of magic power suddenly came from the space around him.With a subconscious wave of his hand, he divided the space, and two figures rolled out of the space.

"Hiss... it hurts..."

A middle-aged male voice sounded quite magnetic. The owner of the voice was wearing a tattered robe, his arms, chest, and thighs were all exposed, and half of his brown hair was burned off. He looked extremely embarrassed.

When he saw the young man standing in front of them, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he said anxiously: "Elf, get out of here quickly, the power of Fesebor is about to explode, the Black Forest...huh?"

"What about the Black Forest?"

"What about the dense black forest?"

He jumped and yelled, and after confirming that there were only large lush forests left, he couldn't help but stay where he was.

At this time, the other figure stood up weakly and with difficulty. It was also a middle-aged man with tattered clothes, revealing the metallic luster of his body.

There is a big hole in his chest, which is empty, and the body in the gap is as blue as the fluorescent light in the outer city bricks, which looks magical and mysterious.

But as soon as he stood up, the first figure turned his head and grabbed his cheek forcefully: "Yakov, are we still in this era of civilization? Please confirm, have we experienced time once?" fold?"

"Folding of time? Are you crazy about academic research..." The man whose body seemed to be made entirely of metal made a hoarse voice, and then coughed again and again:
"The damage is too serious. Within ten to thirty seconds, my soul will dissipate along with the lack of power in this body..."

"Yekov, what are you talking about?" The brown-haired middle-aged man said in surprise, "We still have materials in stock to help you repair it."

"Smollett is dead, no one can repair my body anymore." The man named Yakov coughed again, and Cyril finally couldn't help listening to their conversation, and interrupted directly road:

"Two... residents of Hormel City?"

"You can call me the leader, Yekov." Yekov held out his hand to Cyril, shook it lightly, then lowered his arm, and said slowly, "Can you tell me about the current situation? Fisebol ..."

"Nora's filth has been cleared away. Fisebor has also been destroyed." Cyril did not hide anything, "What you see is the revival of the forest brought about by the re-energized Eternal Tree."

"Nora's filth... Has it been cleared away?" Yekov's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help muttering: "So... at least the fall of Hormel City was not in vain. That person did it Arrived... Huh?"

He suddenly realized something, looked at Cyril, his eyes flickered again, and then he stammered and said:

"You, could it be you, completed the task of clearing Nora's filth?"

Cyril nodded.

"Elf... so young elf..." Yevke said, his fragile body shook a few times, and he sat down on the ground.He wanted to laugh out loud, but raised his head but couldn't make any sound, he could only take a few symbolic breaths.

For Cyril, having survivors on the city of Hormel is already the best result, which means that the city of Hormel still has the possibility of re-ascension.

"Can the city of Hormel be repaired?" He looked at the fallen Yekov and asked, while trying to heal him with the power of nature, but the metal body was obviously not in the definition of "natural". The latter's body showed no signs of repair.

"Let me answer." The brown-haired middle-aged man on the other side said calmly, "Unfortunately, after traveling through several civilization epochs, the materials of the city of Hormel have been exhausted, and there is no further repair or upgrade. The possibility is empty. And the survivors in the city are only the two of us."

"This is a method of hiding in a private space, which is extremely risky. When Fisebol's devouring came, Yekov grabbed me who was closest to him and pulled me into this hidden space together. other people……"

He said, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes, "Unfortunately, they have completely disappeared."

"Condolences." Cyril bowed his head and muttered silently.

And the middle-aged man looked at Cyril, and the look of disappointment on his face was quickly swept away: "There is nothing to be sad about. Those who climbed the city of Hormel should have turned into dust with the passage of time. It's gray, you thought we were all living beings, but in fact we were all just bodies in which our souls were placed. Death is already a relief for us, not to mention that you successfully annihilated Fisebol, and the entire Netherlands The city of Mer is dead without regret."

"What do you mean by...?" Cyril couldn't understand.

"You don't think that there is really a way to make people live forever, and they can live for a long time after the replacement of civilization?" The middle-aged man smiled, "The moment we boarded the city of Hormel, our souls Already bound to this city, the body is only the manifestation of the soul."

"If you put it in a more tragic way...that is, we are seeking an opportunity for the liberation of civilization in a way of self-imprisonment."

He sighed softly: "I didn't expect that the person who ended Fisebor would be born in our era. I'm really proud."

"Born in our era... Wait a minute, Your Excellency, could it be that you are..."

Cyril looked at the brown-haired middle-aged man, and began to have a strong sense of déjà vu for no reason—his eyes were beautiful and clear blue, and his brown hair was very familiar.

"That's right, I am the one who boarded the city of Hormel in this era of civilization. I am from La Rochelle, an elf. If you have a chance, you can go to La Rochelle. It is a very beautiful city. I still remember the magnificence of Solkonan's royal city..."

"Stop, sir, please stop for a while—" Cyril showed embarrassment on his face: "First of all, I am not an elf, I am a half-elf, from La Rochelle, and now I am the Marquis of Amasir... Then I want to ask."

"May I ask what your surname is?"

"Marquis? Such a young Marquis? Marquis of Amasir? Isn't Amasir the territory of the Duke of O'Connor? How could it become a half-elf's territory... Speaking of which, if you are a half-elf, you are still young Isn't that too much? Are you 20 years old?" The middle-aged man was obviously a chatterbox, and he talked endlessly as soon as he opened his mouth.

"What the hell is Kelsen thinking...and my last name, Christian." The middle-aged man blinked, "Vincent Christian, this is my name. If you go to the Salconan Library , you should be able to see that my name is written on the list of previous administrators... Hey, what's wrong with you, hello?"

Vincent Christian looked at the precarious look of the young man in front of him, with panic on his face, and subconsciously thought that this young man had suffered the backlash of filth—if Nora's filthy power was reborn in his body, it would be equivalent to Said it was a waste of all previous efforts.

Fortunately, the young man quickly stabilized his figure.Cyril held his forehead, waved his hands, and said the next sentence after a moment of delay:

"Then may I ask... do you know someone named Mia Christian..."

"Ah, that's my daughter. Why, do you know each other?"

Cyril felt like he was going to pass out.

(End of this chapter)