Lord Roar

Chapter 50 The Fall
Allen held the Dragon Halberd in his hand, slashing left and right to block the blood-red eyes. At this time, he had no reservations. The two-meter long halberd was danced into a dark ball of light, invincible, and the charging cavalry could not stop him at all.

Hurente jumped off the horse, pouring golden grudge into the saber, opening and closing, whether it was the cavalry standing in front of him or the undead skeletons attacking him, Hurente did not distinguish between friends and foes. Chop to the ground.

The two finally passed through layers of obstacles and stood facing each other.

Hurente's mood is very complicated. Fate has put two people who are completely different from each other on the opposite side, and they have become endless enemies. He has nothing in common with Alan. He relies on the sword in his hand , killed a bloody road by himself, and became the head of the Holy See Legion that everyone talked about. He knew very well that he was alone. After being in a high position, he didn't even have a friend. Friends, maybe killing.

And my future path will not change, it will be paved with countless bones as in the past, until one day, I will also be turned into a pile of bones, maybe another person will step on my bones and continue to spread Light of the Father.

But this guy in front of him who was almost as young as himself, a trash nobleman that everyone ridiculed, an idiot lord from a top nobleman, turned out to be his confidant, far more dangerous than other alien races.

A good family background, a carefree life, countless people protect him openly and secretly, and he doesn't need to plot against anyone, guard against anyone, or get involved in the struggle of any forces, so he is not free .

Hurent carefully studied all the details of the day when the wolf cavalry attacked the frontier county. He knew very well that this useless baron stepped forward to protect Dina and the people of the frontier county. After receiving the blessing, his strength soared, but unfortunately, the god who blessed him was the alien god, not the holy father. This is also his sorrow. He is destined to become a serious problem for the Holy See, and he is also doomed to be unable to find a place on the mainland of St. Cassius. .

By now, Hurrent was actually a little jealous of Allen.

A father in the Locke kingdom, a great undead wizard stooped to be his butler, and so many masters secretly protected him and worked hard for him.

Maybe this is just a trick of fate, maybe the Supreme God is hoping to use the hands of Hurent to destroy a son of chaos with infinite possibilities in the future.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Supreme God, Saint Cassis Continent is his private territory, and no one without a local registered permanent residence is allowed to make trouble in his territory.

Hurent put aside the complicated emotions in his mind, and stabbed Alan's forehead with his sword.

This is not the first time the two have fought. When they were in the Outpost County General Office, under the pressure of Dina's Titan blood, Hurent had no fighting spirit and strength, so Alan had the upper hand.

But although Dina is now trapped in the castle and cannot suppress Hurente, Alan also has the power of the dragon and a sharp weapon in his hand.

Both of them understand that today is a situation of endless death, without mercy and even without sympathy, even if Hurent falls, even if he rushes out of the outpost county, there are still countless soldiers of the Dragon Army outside.

The reason why Hurrent was eager to kill Allen was because he was running out of time, and the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Locke had arrived with his crowd.

The reason Allen was eager to kill Hurent was also because the time left for him was running out. Only by killing Hurent on the spot would he have a chance to break through and escape with everyone in the castle.

The saber in Hurrent's hand was very ordinary, and its symbolic significance was greater than actual combat. However, after being infused with fighting energy, the sword shone with dazzling golden light. Even if it didn't touch the body, the fighting energy covered on it could still hurt people.

Allen has no fighting spirit and cannot release magic. With his brute strength and countless combat experience, he keeps attacking and attacking again, almost giving up defense and blocking.

He tilted his head and dodged Hurent's attack, but his neck was cut by the fighting spirit on the sword, and Allen's dragon painting also hit Hurent's left arm.

The two retreated violently at the same time, Alan's shoulders were filled with blood, Hurent's left arm was swollen high, and the armguard made of fine steel was completely deformed.

Allen kicked a cavalryman who was trying to sneak attack him, and charged up again, sweeping out the nearly two-meter-long Hualonghalberd.

Hurent let out a grin, and the golden-yellow grudge covering his body slowly turned blood red, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Holy Execution!" Hurrent yelled loudly, blood-red vindictiveness slashed towards Allen like layers of waves, and at the same time Hurrent roared again: "Holy Execution", a cross covered with skulls Appeared out of thin air and hit Allen.

The muscles of Allen's whole body tensed instantly. Back then, when Hurrent was suppressed in the main government hall, he used these two magic tricks. Grass grew on his own grave.

The red sword aura and the huge cross in the air didn't actually attack in a straight line. With Alan's dodge, the sword aura and the cross seemed to have a sense of autonomy, like tarsal maggots, and they couldn't get rid of it no matter how they dodged.

"Resist it!" Allen swung the dragon halberd towards the cross in the air, trying to knock it into the air. Unexpectedly, after touching the cross, the huge cross actually possessed tremendous power. He blocked and hit it, but instead pressed the Hualonghalberd down with an irresistible force, Allen was shocked. The heavy downward pressure made him unable to dodge his body, like an extremely heavy shackle.

In desperation, Allen had no choice but to hold up the painting dragon halberd with both hands, trying to resist the downward pressure of the huge cross.

As if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, Allen's breathing gradually became heavy.

It was raining all night when the room leaked, and two flaming saw wheels flew towards him. Allen kicked a corpse of a cavalryman with his toes, and the red sword energy also struck, splitting the corpse in two. reduce.

Seeing that the flame saw wheel and the red sword energy were less than three meters away from Allen, a ghostly figure rushed towards him.

With a wave of hands, the two handleless broken blades wrapped in fighting spirit knocked the flaming sawwheel into the air, and withered shouted: "Second young master, get out of the way, Holy Punishment is a shackle in divine art, it can only hold one person down."

After finishing speaking, Wither kicked Allen in the chest.

Allen didn't understand what she meant at all. He couldn't block the painting dragon halberd with both hands, and couldn't dodge with his body. He just watched withering kick his chest.

The pressure on the dragon halberd and his hands disappeared without a trace, and Allen, who was sitting on the ground, turned pale with fright. It turned out that the huge cross had been dragged by his withered white hands.

Withering's face was miserable, and he reluctantly showed a painful smile at Allen.

Alan got up and rushed over, holding the painting dragon halberd horizontally in front of Withering, and at this moment, the blood-red sword energy just hit.

The wave-like sword energy was as solid as it was, and Allen held the painting dragon halberd horizontally, retreating and retreating, his body trembling slightly.

"Get out of the way, Second Young Master." A withered sigh came from behind Alan's head.

Allen turned a deaf ear, pushing the Hualong Halberd horizontally with both hands to resist the blood-red sword aura, and a disgusting bloody aura rushed towards his face.

At this time, Withered was already half-kneeling on the ground, as if he was about to be overwhelmed by a huge cross at any time, he gritted his teeth and said softly: "Get out of the way, Second Young Master, I have seen this kind of magic before, my father died on the Under these two kinds of divine arts, the holy annihilation is the shackles to trap the enemy, and the holy annihilation of the enemy, the two are attracted to each other, and it is impossible to resist."

"Damn it, I don't believe it!" Allen yelled loudly, using all his strength, but the red sword energy still pushed him to Wither behind him.

"Second young master, I've always wanted to tell you one thing, I'm afraid you don't remember it, the first time I saw you after the frontier army of Qianshao County brought me back to Wangcheng from the beast forest, you were only five years old. You, let the Grand Duke buy me back from the slave trading house, saying that he liked my black hair, at that time, you also changed my fate, thank you."

After withering finished speaking, a few tears flashed from her big peach eyes, she could no longer resist the huge force of the cross on her head, and knelt down on the ground with her slender legs.

Allen finally recalled a vague scene from the fused memory.

A small figure with beautiful black hair looked at him helplessly.

"Second Young Master, you haven't told me yet, is my chin too sharp?" Withered knew that Alan would not get away, and sighed softly, full of helplessness.

Behind him, the woman he had only met on the first day let out a soft sigh, which made Allen's heart ache.

As the red sword aura got closer and closer to the huge cross, the two were like magnets, and the power of the sword aura became stronger and stronger, and Allen's painting dragon halberd became slowly twisting.

A warrior wearing real armor slashed at Allen's back with a sword.

A cloud of blood burst out, and Alan staggered, almost fell to the ground, almost unable to grasp the dragon halberd, and at this time Alan was only an arm's length away from Withering.

Seeing the red sword energy getting closer to the cross, a strong figure rushed over, knocking Allen away with his broad and thick shoulders.

Allen, who fell to the ground, turned his head quickly, only to see two faces that he would never forget in this life.

The corner of the withered mouth outlined a poignant smile, even kneeling on the ground, that alluring face was still charming.

The rock hammer that was pierced by the red sword energy still had that silly expression, as if to say: "Second young master, the weapon we made is not bad, right?"

With a sound of "Peng", the blood-red grudge finally came into contact with the huge cross, and in the middle was a thin and slender man with a bald head.

Countless rains of blood sprinkled into the air, and the power of the divine art "Saint. Destroyer and Holy. Execution" was like a storm, tearing everything around.

Hurent, who was forced to overdraw his fighting spirit, had a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and kept panting heavily: "Sure enough, fate!"

Allen looked at the not-empty battlefield with a dazed expression, and the two figures had long since disappeared, as if they had disappeared into the wind.

(End of this chapter)