People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Carissa, the second princess, asked which female knight to point the long sword at.

"If you were an enemy and you found a member of the 'Royal Faction' ostentatiously standing at the forefront, what would you do?"

How to do it?

There is no need to ask this kind of thing specially. If it is an enemy, it will definitely consider killing the enemy's "commander" first, so as to paralyze the opponent's coordination system.

"I will give you..."

The female knight spoke without thinking, but the moment she uttered the second syllable, her voice stopped abruptly.

"Yes, the other party also understands that we can think of this possibility. If we set up an ambush in advance and throw me as bait, his attack will push himself into the fire pit."

"But if the opponent really comes to attack, with our current protection, we can't achieve perfection in the mobile state..."

"Idiot, the word 'perfect' is the most imperfect thing."

Resting the long sword in her hand on her shoulder again, the second princess Carissa turned her horse's head and looked at the members of the "Knight Faction" who were waiting in full force.

"This is a gamble. If the other party doesn't attack, then it can make up for our loss of leadership ability. If the other party attacks, then I may die. There is no precondition or judgment condition. It is 100% if it happens, and it is [-]% if it doesn't happen." Zero."

Kailisa's eyes swept across the knights, but she didn't see the slightest fear in her eyes. Instead, her fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. In the eyes of the knights, this "military" princess had the spirit of Queen Eliza.

"Then, I entrust my safety to all of you. Let's crush those villains who try to invade the kingdom's territory with our iron hooves!"

(Hey, it really will become like this...)

Looking at the "companions" who raised their arms and shouted, the female knight understood that this was what Carissa wanted to see.

Relying on speech to mobilize the momentum of the army is indeed very necessary when one's own side is at a disadvantage and passive, and at the same time unable to get in touch with Queen Elisa.

(Well, that's all I can do now. What's next for you, mercenary?)

Carissa was sure that Sigurd had entered the battlefield, but why she hadn't shown up yet she didn't know.

But in any case, Carissa believes that Sigurd has the ability to solve this turmoil, and what she has to do is to do her best to dispatch the "unstable factors" in London.

Chapter 570 Five: In the name of the Nordic God King, I declare that I accept your wish

The personnel of the "Knights" on the dead street took strict precautions and blocked all the streets in London, large and small.

Not to mention the main roads, even the alleys in the old city have set up special familiars to guard against the activities of thieves.

The "knight" in armor looked around vigilantly, his palm was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the shield on his left arm was ready to be deployed at any time.

Although they are on duty, everyone has entered a posture ready to fight at any time.

"!?"

Sensing something appeared behind him, the "knight" didn't even have any free time to think about it, so his body almost instinctively swung the long sword at his waist.

The flashing cold edge of the sword crossed the air, and the slash with the flow of magic power definitely hit "someone" on the shoulder.

"?"

Things happened so quickly that it was over, and the "knight" still looked dazed.

The iron-sharpening blade flew out of his hand. It should have been able to cut through the armor of a tank without even shaking the opponent's body.

"The response is good, but isn't it a little too nervous to swing the sword regardless of enemy or friend, knight?"

"Qi, Mr. Sigurd?"

He blinked unsurely, and reconfirmed through the emergency lights erected on both sides.

Originally, in the face of such a thing as a "sudden acquaintance", one should have a professional vigilance.

However, the young knight, who was disturbed by the excessive tension and panic, could not even form a professional vigilance in his head, and just relied on the "appearance" that was completely untrustworthy to the magician to observe the other party's behavior. identity.

"Mr. Jack Miner?"

The young knight heard the familiar nun's voice, and he moved his neck to look behind Sigurd.

The large group of nuns and priests wearing Puritan monastic uniforms, as well as the red-haired nun from the "Original Roman Orthodox Church", once again stunned him and didn't even think that he should pick up the long sword that fell at his feet.

"Sister Sabelle? Sister Agnes? Yes, but aren't you on the coastal defense line?"

Looking at the confused knight, Agnes didn't know how to answer this question.

"No, that's not right!? How did you get in? According to the news I received, the 'Original Agnes Force' and the 'Amakusa-style Cross Religion' should be defending against the 'Ghost Fleet' with the Puritan Coastal Defense Force." Going forward!!!”

The recombination of the arm shield "Kaka" changed from the original appearance slightly larger than the arm armor to a standard round shield in an instant.

Just when he was about to turn over and get back the long sword that fell on the ground, he only felt his world spinning suddenly, and he didn't even know whether he was standing or lying down.

"Are you awake?"

"Forehead......"

The helmet was hummed by Sigurd's knock, and the young knight wrapped in it was completely confused now, but at least he understood from that moment just now, that this Sigurd was himself.

"What do you mean that Agnes and the others should advance in the 'Ghost Fleet' of hell?"

"It says the 'Ghost Fleet' is on its way to London, and Sister Agnes and the Puritan guards are stalling for time..."

"The 'Hood' and the 'Ark Royal' are both heading towards Paris. Even if Agnes and the others resist in Calais, does that have anything to do with your launch of the 'Final Barrier of Three Layers and Four Colors'?"

"?"

Looking at the knight who was once again in a state of confusion, Sigurd had given up the idea of ​​getting valuable information from him.

"What should we do now? Should we confirm the enemy's target first, or join the members of the 'Royal Faction' first?"

"Queen Elisa and Lola must be in Windsor Castle. As for Limeia, the life and death of Carissa and Villian theoretically won't affect the overall situation, but..."

Saying so, an iron nail suddenly fell out of Sigurd's coat pocket.

The moment the iron nails collided with the asphalt road, from one side of the wall, on a rusty metal pillar, a man with a grim expression was hanging from his chest.

He was wearing the standard armor of the "Knight School" exactly like this young knight.

Today, the armor equipped on British knights no longer has any magical functions.

This is because the physical ability of the knight itself is too strong, and the additional effect of the spiritual outfit seems to be in the way.

Since the power of the knight has long surpassed the effect of the magic suit, if the knight puts on the "magic armor", then the spirit suit itself is likely to be destroyed by the powerful power of the knight itself, so the armor on them is actually There is no superposition of any spells, it is simply a "protector" that uses some magic techniques in forging.

But even so, it is impossible to penetrate their "armor" with a single blow. Even if it is hit directly by a tank, it will not be dented. In terms of pure strength, these seemingly thin plate armors have such hardness .

The other party wanted to struggle to speak, but the armor on his body made a "crash clatter" sound due to the unconscious trembling of his limbs.

However, as the rusty cone continued to protrude, it was completely torn from the chest, and only relied on a little "armor" to connect the completely broken corpses together, without any intention of keeping hands. One blow, from the beginning to the end, is to directly kill the opponent.

"Bacon? You..."

"Knight, keep your eyes open, do you really think this is your companion?"

"..."

Suppressing the thought of rushing forward with his sword to die, the young knight named Jack Miner seemed to be examining the corpse of "no matter how you look at it".

"Look at the bones."

Following the impatience of the Norse Witch, the young knight noticed the problem.

The knight named "Beacon" is a tall male. Although the corpse is tall and built, and its appearance is exactly the same as "Beacon" himself, but the bones have the characteristics of "shouldn't be this body".

It was too small, and the bone surface was relatively delicate. Although the vicinity of the pelvis was not seen, just judging from the broken section of the chest, it was obvious that the other party should be a woman, not the "tall man" he recognized.

"I don't know what's going on with that knight named Bacon you know, but at least this guy isn't for sure."

"The communication technique operated by the 'Triple Four-Color Final Barrier' is paralyzed, and the camouflage technique is used to sneak into the 'Knight Faction'. Mercenary, is this not good?"

"indeed......"

Sigurd also revealed an expression of impatience. He has never been very good at dealing with enemies who like to make small moves.

Reaching out to grab the armor on the corpse, he dragged the corpse to the other side of the street with a rather rough hand.

The group of nuns watching this step felt that even though they were enemies, it was not appropriate to treat the corpse so roughly, but they didn't dare to say anything when facing this mercenary and had to follow behind him silently.

(UK, what the hell happened...)

With such thoughts, the young knight watched the group go away. He stood there in a daze, looking at the metal spike left here, and didn't know what to do for a while.

On the other side, in the "Holy Church of the Sword", a spiritual outfit maintenance organization affiliated with the "Puritan sect", a man is busy arranging his spiritual outfits to ensure that the combatants in front have weapons that can be replenished at any time.

As a member of the "Temple of the Sword", the magician named Marz is the administrator in charge of the "Puritanist" spiritual equipment storage, and at this time he is running around in the huge spiritual equipment storage to respond The requirements of "Puritan" fighters for spiritual equipment.

"The Maltese cross and the menorah, the blood of the pigeons used to form the ceremonial grounds..."

Whispering the magic props one by one, as the duty of the "Sword Temple", they are not just providing finished spiritual outfits to the front personnel.

For magicians, if their methods are known, they will be at a great disadvantage, so [-]% of magicians are actually more inclined to make their own spiritual equipment, so more "orders" are actually "raw materials" , or some special "consumables".

"Damn, why must the copper building be plated with silver? Can you die with a silver candlestick? The weird guy is the mainstay, so I have never liked to work for the guy from the 'Church of Necessary Evil'!!!!!! "

Because the "special needs" can't be met with off-the-shelf things, even if he finds it troublesome, he has to start preparing for the production immediately.

Although his identity is the administrator of the spiritual equipment warehouse, but in the "Puritanist school", he is known as a "custom craftsman" expert spiritual equipment manufacturer, even if he is usually in a state of full workload, what's more Not to mention the moment of full preparation for war.

"I can't even take 'orders' here, let alone process them. If what you need is off-the-shelf, then it will be of great help. If you want 'custom', then the people in front of you will probably let you Maybe it’s finished if you want it?”

Without looking back, the man known as "custom craftsman" pulled out the copper block from the bottom of the cabinet, which was a special material specially processed for use in Christian props.

Throwing it casually into the smelting furnace tens of meters away, it can be seen from his familiar movements that it is not the first time he has done this to save time.

As if feeling something, the man generally took out the spiritual equipment needed for manufacturing materials from the drawer, and said.

"I don't accept people here...Although I can make spiritual arrows from human bones, I don't have time to make such complicated things now."

"Now you just have to see what the 'craft' is on this guy."

"Isn't that a thing of the 'Church of Necessary Evil' guys? Why not show it to them?"

The tone was obviously not as impatient as before. The man probably recognized Sigurd, so he didn't continue to search for tools, but turned to look at Sigurd and the corpse he was carrying.

"A 'spiritualist' wearing knight armor...I'm afraid this 'knight' has died for his country?"

"If this turmoil is not resolved, then I am afraid that he will not even have the chance to be included in the list of victims of the 'Knight Sect' and be awarded a medal by the Queen."

In fact, many people who were present at the time could see this incident, but they were concerned about a young knight and did not say it clearly.

Wearing a "standard armor" with a special identification, if it is not knocked down and "powerless", then it is impossible for anyone to peel off the opponent's body with violence without destroying the integrity of the "standard armor".

But now, this "armor" was intact before it was broken by Sigurd, and she deliberately changed her body, even reaching a "precision" that the "Knights" could not distinguish.