You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 163 God’s Blessing Sand Blade
The roars coming from all directions did not frighten the leader of the sand people, nor did they scare the sand people following him.

The tall, dark-skinned Garnside had a beastly gleam in his eyes.

I saw him throwing aside his robe and pulling out another short knife from his waist.

The setting sun was like blood, and the raised dagger shone with a terrifying cold light.

"Fighters, follow me to meet the enemy!"

The leader's roar was like a switch, arousing the fighting will of all the sand people.

Clang——

Almost at the same moment, the sand people lined up took out short daggers from their robes.

The leader, Garnside, raised his arms with a knife, his momentum was astonishing:
"Father Sha and Mother Feng, bless my sand people!"

The next second, neat chanting sounded behind him:
"Father Sha and Mother Feng, bless my sand people!"

“Father Sha and Mother Feng, bless my sand people!

The torrent of sound showed even more powerful vitality when the enemy was approaching.

Under the eyes of the guards who came one after another to attack the sand people.

Changes appeared on the daggers held high by the sand people!
call--

The wind that came from nowhere carried the insignificant dust on the ground and gathered it towards the blades of the Sand People's daggers.

The flying dust condenses and compacts.

The light yellow sand was further compacted with an incredible density under the manipulation of inexplicable power.

Until the dust turns deep black.

Until the short sword is completely tempered into a sharp blade!

The guards witnessed the changes in the enemy with their own eyes, but this was not enough to shake their fighting spirit.

Most of them were originally from the lower classes of the Tarek.

Since the Gift of Black regained control of the "Talek", these guards who could only serve as active or passive soldiers waiting to die under the squad leader have been given a new lease of life.

Not only has there been a significant increase in salary, many guards with good conduct have also received promotions that they could not even imagine.

Some whose bad habits were difficult to change were either assigned to Chengbei Prison or to Chengbei Prison.

The remaining guards sincerely want to keep the current "Talek" and maintain the rule of the Black Etiquette.

After all, if the Ceremony in Black is overthrown or loses power, the civilian guards may not be able to wait for the next city lord's mansion that opens up opportunities to them in their lifetime.

"kill!"

"Kill these invaders!"

The first ones to rush were naturally the three guards who were hiding behind the boulder crushed by Garnside.

They waved their spears vigorously and stabbed Garnside who was holding a black and gold "dagger"!

call--

The sound of breaking weapons could not be carried far in the extremely noisy battlefield, but the three guards and Garnside who were fighting could hear it clearly.

In the flash of lightning, the Sand People's Blade flew past like black lightning and connected with three spears.

laugh--

After a sudden breaking sound.

Three fine iron spears.

Cut off!

clap clap-

The broken spear head was inserted into the gray earth.

The three guards looked at the sudden change in disbelief.

No one expected that the indestructible fine iron spear would be easily cut off in just one exchange.

However, on the battlefield, there is no room for distraction!
Garnside quickly leaned forward, and the sand blade in his hand drew a deep stream of light in the air.

call--

puff-

The nearest guard was killed by the speeding Sand Blade Owl before he could even react!
His head, filled with shock, anger and unwillingness, fell from his body.

The gushing scarlet blood instantly woke up the other two guards.

Using the muscle memory from their usual training, they dropped the handles of their guns and rushed towards Garnside from left to right.

puff-

puff-

There were two more heart-stopping sounds of penetration.A drizzle of blood spurted out from the severed necks of the two soldiers, falling radially on Garnside's gray robe.

next second.

With a whirlwind of wind, all the blood stains disappeared.

Garnside looked coldly at the large enemy troops coming one after another, raised his sand blade, and shouted loudly:

"Warriors, charge with me!"

"Kill all these Siverians who overestimate their capabilities!"

The response from the Sand People was neat and powerful:

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

The bloody battle has begun!

Hand-to-hand combat is the focus of the "Talek" guard training.

But for the sand people, this is also something as common as eating and drinking.

The cruelty of the Pustonian desert is beyond the imagination of the Siverians.

The sand people need to fight against the harsh environment every day, fight against the monster beasts in the desert, fight against other sand people, and occasionally even infighting among the tribes.

Combat, especially close combat with the "God's Blessing Sand Blade", has always been an ability that the sand people must master——

There is no survivor who has survived thousands of years of desert evolution without the blessing and protection of Father Sha and Mother Wind.

In other words, it makes little sense to control the wind and sand to carry out long-range strikes like when fighting the Siverians. After all, the power of wind and sand favors all followers of Sand Father and Wind Mother without distinction, and it is difficult to cause substantial harm to the opponent.

In the end, it’s still a sand-blade battle!

I saw a sandman holding a black gold blade and slashing straight at a group of guards rushing towards the front.

puff-

puff-

The splash of blood fell on the sand people's dark skin, making it even more dazzling.

The unstoppable Sandman's body was covered with green light, and the black gold sword's light was even more intense. An entire team of six people was wiped out in less than a minute!

Looking at the rows of heads on the ground, Shamin's mouth curved with satisfaction.

However, the next second.

boom--

It was like a thick-fleshed watermelon suddenly exploded.

patter——

Scarlet blood rained down.

Next to the six heads on the ground was another mutilated companion.

A believer in black robes shook the blood from his finger and continued running towards the leader of the sand people without stopping, frowning.

At this moment, Garnside's body was already piled with corpses of guards.

The blood on his sand blade was terrifyingly rich.

All nearby guards subconsciously avoided the killer.

Of course, he also became the target of siege by the black-robed believers.

boom--

Garnside dodged to the left, avoiding the fists coming from the front and right. At the same time, his left fist collided with the finger of the cultist on the left, making a collision sound like the collision of heavy objects.

laugh--

The spikes of the finger tiger penetrated Garnside's fist protected by the sand layer under the action of some inexplicable force.

Several blood arrows splashed out.

However, the leader of the sand people did not show any pain caused by the injury.

On the contrary, he calmly continued to pursue to the left, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of the black-robed cultist who was unsteady after fighting him just now.

Then, under the panicked gaze of the believer and the hateful eyes of other believers who couldn't catch up.

The sand blade slashed diagonally.

puff-

Like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Behead him!

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