Law of the Devil

Chapter 147 [The Soul of the Warrior]

This seems simple, but let Du Wei can not help but sigh.

Earl Raymond suddenly smiled: "Your Channa, you are very young, but it is really smart. But it is useless to publicly provoke our relationship with the great emperor. I can tell you without hesitation: yes If we let you assist us from the beginning, then we will certainly do it! The problem is that he asked us to assist the Great Emperor for 30 years, but suddenly changed my mind. It forced us to waste. After thirty years of hard work, there is still no way out."

"So, my father is indeed wrong." Chen Huangzi actually came up with such a sentence, so that everyone is a little surprised!

Even Augustine VI couldn't help but glance at his little son.

"Father." Chen Huangzi stood facing the old emperor: "Please go back to the palace first, the matter here, hand it to my son, can I?"

"Imagine!" The great prince was furious: "Chen! Do you think that today's things are so simple! Today my father does not abdicate, I will not give up!"

Augustine VI raised his eyebrows, and the warrior in his gray robes behind him suddenly had a cold in his eyes: "Bold! Your Royal Highness! Your Majesty wants to go back to the palace. I see who can stop it!"

After that, this warrior, who was not surprisingly old, suddenly took a step forward. Just like this, he was like a shadow that was silent and silent, and suddenly changed! His whole body suddenly exudes an unparalleled chill! It’s awesome that I don’t know how many **** murders are gathered!

Du Wei’s mental sensibility was the sharpest, standing still, and suddenly felt a sting. The murderousness of the other side is strong, and even Du Wei feels that some dare not look at it!

"Hey!" The great prince sneered aloud: "Thank you, Lord Rossi, I certainly don't dare to forget your famous "Grey Sword Saint" in the mainland, but although you are strong in martial arts, you have to face it with one person. My tens of thousands of elite, but also inevitably..." said, the big prince looked coldly at the gray warrior: "And, you have been with my father for many years. How can I forget you! In order to deal with you, I have prepared one that suits you best!"

Said, the great emperor turned and whispered to the knight of a full body armor behind him: "I asked you to do the third thing for me: help me kill this 'grey sword saint'! ”

A light sigh: "As you wish."

This familiar sound, like the cold ice, fell into Du Wei's ear, so Du Wei couldn't help but fight a chill! He immediately thought of the owner of this voice!

Sure enough, the knight slowly took off the helmet and revealed a thin face. His eyes were full of desolateness, and he slowly took out the sabre and pulled it out. The slender and long sword was over the cold, faintly as horrible as a blizzard...

Beauty under the moon!

After Hussein, the second paladin appeared on the mainland. Rodriguez! ! !

Rodriguez slowly took off the armor of the whole body. He wore a gown and walked out of the queue of the heavy armor, quietly watching the gray warrior on the high platform.

"Lord Rossi. I have heard your name for a long time." Rodriguez seemed to smile: "But I don't really like you... you are called 'Grey Juggernaut', I have always been very curious With your strength, you can also add a 'sacred' word to your name!"

Said, Rodriguez sighed softly, and his body suddenly surged, and then he rushed out! The dazzling golden vindictiveness is like a golden flame burning like it!

The golden brilliance seems to have shaken the eyes of some people in the whole place!

It took a long silent time. Someone suddenly exclaimed: "Golden vindictive! Gold vindictive!! St., Paladin!! Almighty God is on! Actually a Paladin!!"

Rodriguez has a golden glow, and even his hair seems to have become the color of gold. Only the famous sword on the mainland, "The Beauty under the Moon" is still glowing with silver and white. A bit of paleness in a golden flame, it looks more mysterious.

Rosie's face is far less calm and arrogant than before. He holds a sword in his arms and can't help but change his hand!

Rodriguez and his "beautiful beauty." Rossi naturally knew the land long ago. I have encountered it before. He doesn't think he will lose to the other side!

But... I didn't expect Rodriguez to be promoted to a paladin!

A heart of Rossi has sunk because of it. His own strength is still only a nine-level warrior!

Perhaps... saying that he is "just", this is too much to belittle the gray coat of swords.

Because the nine-level warriors, running through the entire Roland continent, are among the most powerful! For example, if it is as strong as a temple, before the Hussein did not appear in the Holy Knights, the strongest master is only nine.

Rossi claims to be the Grey Jade Sword, which was named after him for only a few years of gray robes, and the word "Jian Sheng" is also really because his sword skills are magical. This Mr. Rossi’s reputation on the mainland is even more prominent than Rodriguez, who is not in the limelight. Just because he has been living in the palace for many years, he has become a personal guard of Augustine, which is not famous. It is.

Looking at the beauty of the moon in Rodriguez's hand, looking at the burning temper in front of the Paladin.

Gold... It’s gold! The legendary gold, the gold that you can't reach in your life!

Rossi suddenly swept away the grayness in his face, and suddenly there was a hint of longing in his eyes. It was a kind of devout look!

"Your Majesty!" The swordsman suddenly turned around and took a deep look at Augustine VI. His voice was not indifferent, but full of gentleness: "How long have I been with you?"

"...It’s been twenty-six years." Augustine VI suddenly saw something in his eyes that worried him. He couldn’t help but say: "Rosie, you..."

"Your Majesty, how many years have we known?" Rossi’s gray face showed a smile.

"... fifty-four years!" Augustine VI suddenly understood something, his trembling body suddenly straightened: "Fifty-four years!"

"Yes, fifty-four years..." Rossi looked up at the sky, as if to talk to himself: "When we were still young, we met in the frozen forest. In my heart, you are as good as ever. It’s still a young and energetic prince, my good friend. For you, I’d like to stay with you to protect you and spend the twenty-six years with you.”

"Ro, Rossi!"

"No, Your Majesty, you are the one who knows me the most in the world." Rossi whispered: "When I was young, I said that the biggest goal of my life is to be able to advance to the 'Holy Order', but unfortunately This year is already 68 years old, but still can't reach that level. But God is merciful to me, at least let me see a real holy step, and also have the opportunity to fight with the holy power. ""

Speaking of this, Rossi suddenly fell down on one knee and went down deeply: "Your Majesty, I am very fortunate to be your companion in my life. But from today, Rossi can no longer continue to accompany you!" ”

After that, Rossi stood up and turned around to stop seeing Augustine VI. The warrior, with a stern posture, fell like a cloud from the high platform, and quietly landed in Rodriguez. In front of you!

"The Holy Order is strong!" Rossi's voice was very serious. He nodded to Rodriguez: "Thank you for satisfying my life's wishes! I hope for a lifetime of this battle!"

After that, he gently pulled out his sword. It was a superior sword. It was made with the finest fine steel, but there was no gem inlaid. Obviously there was no magic blessing. At the hilt, the hemp rope is entangled. It is conceivable that the grip must be very close!

This "grey sword saint" Rossi broke out all his vindictiveness, and his vindictiveness gradually turned from silver to a touch of golden glory... Unfortunately, it was far worse than pure gold. A lot.

Obviously, the 68-year-old warrior has stood on the edge of the promotion of the Holy Order, but has never been able to pass this level! Now, from the color of vindictiveness, Du Wei sees that he is afraid that even Hussein, who just saw it in the frozen forest, can't match it.

However, despite the obvious strength, the warrior still raised his sword, his eyes calm: "Hand it! In the name and dignity of a warrior, I ask you, please do your best!"

Rodriguez's face was also serious. His face did not show any contempt because of the strength gap between the two sides. His eyes were full of respect. Looking at the opponent in front of him, he took a deep breath:

"As you said! As you wish!"

A golden vindictiveness, and a silvery smothering slammed together, the brilliant brilliance of the impact, reflected in the magical light curtain of the sky, like the soul of the warriors of generations for thousands of years. Perpetual existence!