Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

This is in a spacious courtyard of Eton Palace. Girard, the court swordsmanship teacher with silver curly hair and a handsome appearance, is competing with a childish red-haired boy who is about six or seven years old.

Girard's steps were light and his figure was as fast as the wind. The silver sword in his hand was flexible and ferocious, like a terrible snow wolf in the wilderness, constantly attacking the red-haired boy from all kinds of unexpected angles.

It can be said that such a thrilling scene is by no means as simple as playing house. Even a great knight who has been famous in the outside world for a long time would have to spend a lot of effort to deal with it.

However, the red-haired boy stood still, his eyes as pure as fiery crystal amber suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he saw Girard's lightning-fast sword moves clearly in an instant.

Swish, brush, brush! !
Girard launched stabbing attacks from four different directions in succession, with a sharp and cold sound of breaking wind, but the red-haired boy managed to easily dodge them by leaning sideways several times.

If you look closely, you will find that the red-haired boy's dodging posture is extremely strange. His body seems to have no weight at all, and it seems as if he is being swept away by the sword wind.

Basic witchcraft - feather spell.

Girard understood, but couldn't help but reveal a flash of amazement in his eyes. Although the feather spell is the simplest witchcraft, it is cast very quickly and does not require any movements, but to achieve the same level as the other party, many self-proclaimed veteran court wizards probably cannot do it.

Is this the peerless genius who was born with coagulated blood in his hands and whose innate mental strength reaches 10.0?

His aptitude, understanding and character are so terrifying that he doesn't seem like a child who is ignorant of the world at all. Instead, from the moment he was born, he was destined to be a lonely strong man, a peerless overlord!
"Your Highness Neltharion, please be careful. I am about to use my secret combat skill, the Silver Cross Slash!"

While Girard was impressed, he gathered his thoughts and tried a few more exquisite sword techniques, but found that he was still unable to defeat the opponent's simplest feather spell.

He knew that the current situation could only be broken with absolute speed and strength, so he shouted in a deep voice and gave a reminder. The silver sword in his hand hummed and emitted bursts of dazzling silver light.

"Teacher Girard, come on then. I failed to dodge this move in the competition last week, but I asked my mother to teach me another spell. I will definitely be able to block it this time!"

Neltharion pursed his lips, concentrating, his delicate little face full of seriousness.

Although he looked extremely cute, he inexplicably gave people a different kind of momentum and majesty. With his flowing red hair, he looked like a young red dragon that had not yet grown up.

"Hey!"

Girard knew that the other party had the defensive magic carefully prepared by Princess Sylphy, which was said to be so powerful that even high-level monsters could not do anything to him, so he was not worried about hurting the other party.

He shouted, stepped forward, and swung the silver sword in his hand. Two silver sword auras burst out in the air, and they slashed towards Neltharion with the surging wind and dust.

Neltharion did not neglect at all. Although Girard was not a wizard, he had already mastered the chivalrous method of blood transportation to a very high level. His combat power was not inferior to that of a first-level official wizard. Otherwise, he would not have been able to become the chief court swordsmanship teacher of the Kingdom of Eaton.

"Motion spell! Feather spell! Glimmer shield!"

He used his mental power to cast three spells in succession. Among them, the telekinesis spell and the feather spell were basic spells that were completed in an instant.

The former turned into an invisible shock wave and slashed towards the silver cross, reducing its power, while the latter covered and blessed himself, helping him leap back several feet to create some distance.

This is all to buy time to release the first-level defensive witchcraft glimmer shield that requires a casting action.

hum!
Just as the sword energy of the Silver Cross Slash was about to hit him, Neltharion's Glimmer Shield was released, and it immediately turned into a dimly glowing tilted barrier, deflecting the sword energy to the side. Clang! Clang!
The Silver Cross Slash was so powerful that it flew onto the marble pillar outside the courtyard, causing rocks to fly everywhere and leaving two hideous crisscrossing sword marks. The palace maid who was passing by with a fruit tray was so frightened that she almost cried, and the fruit fell to the ground.

"Didn't I tell you not to come near me when I'm competing with my teacher? How come you don't know how to cherish your own life?"

Neltharion shook his head helplessly, but looking at the maid who was crying, he still touched his pocket and handed her a few gold coins with golden dragon patterns on them. He also stood on the steps, jumped up lightly, and touched the maid's forehead to comfort her.

Although this court maid was not very old, she was at least sixteen or seventeen years old. She was more than half a meter taller than Neltharion, but in comparison, the latter was much more stable.

Girard looked at the rather funny scene in front of him, smiled and put the silver sword back into the scabbard, and said with a little melancholy:

"Your Highness Neltharion, the Silver Cross Slash is my famous skill, but you easily defeated it. It seems that I have nothing to teach you."

"Teacher Girard, you are too modest. The physical strength of a knight is comparable to that of a monster. If they attack at close range without warning, no one can resist unless they are wizards who have undergone physical transformation."

"So when low-level wizards go on adventures, they often bring a few knights as guards. In the future, I may also need you, Teacher Girard, to recommend a few suitable guards for me!"

Neltharion did not have any arrogance, but calmly analyzed the details of the battle. While Girard felt relieved, he could not help but feel deeply moved, thinking that this boy's performance was really inhuman.

"Your Highness, I didn't come close to you on purpose. It was Her Highness Sylphy who wanted to see you. She needs you to go to the Wizard Tower. It seems that she wants to test your lessons these days!"

At this moment, the palace maid whispered a reminder and told the purpose of this trip.

"Mom wants to test my homework? I see. You go down first!"

Neltharion was slightly surprised and also somewhat happy.

Because in his impression, although Sylphy treated him very well, she didn't have much free time and was always busy in the wizard tower.

"Your Highness Neltharion, I believe your performance will make Her Royal Highness the Princess proud!" Seeing this, Gilad raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up to encourage him.

"Yeah." Neltharion nodded heavily, and his little face finally revealed a hint of joy and excitement that was normal for a child of this age.

After a while, he walked out of the swordsmanship teacher's courtyard and entered a fiery red wizard tower that towered into the sky.

"Leo, you're here. I've seen your previous competition with Girard."

"You know how to use the Glimmer Shield to deflect attacks, which is great. Remember, a wizard's greatest strength is never power, but wisdom."

Sylphy stroked a magical light ball in front of her, which was replaying the previous battle.

She turned around and looked at the red-haired boy in front of her, who was related to her by blood. Her delicate hands gently stroked the boy's face, and her gentle and loving eyes seemed to reveal some complex colors. (End of this chapter)