Someone had once told Bertley that he would live a very long life, and that it would be very difficult for him to die.
Bertley was of the same opinion. Those who could crawl out of the slums of the western city were generally very difficult to kill because if they didn't have enough life-saving abilities, they would've already died back in the slums.
Regardless of where he was, he would always maintain a clear mind and ability to think clearly before making the decision that would benefit him the most.
He only had eternal benefits in his eyes, so he would never make a loss.
People like him often lived for a very long time.
Only when the dagger was slowly pulled out of his back did Bertley realize that the old man had been talking to him the entire afternoon just so he could swindle a gold coin from his pocket.
The dagger in his hand plunged into the thigh of the man behind him. Bertley turned around and stared intently at the man with a cold expression. He had seen this face for several months, and it couldn't be more familiar.
The dagger had almost completely sunk into his thigh, but there wasn't even the slightest hint of pain on his face. He didn't even furrow his brows, as if that leg didn't belong to him at all.
"Knights have to have beliefs and a bottom line. If you don't have those beliefs, then you don't deserve to be called a knight. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be called a knight." Louis pulled out the long saber in his hand, and at the same time, reached out to pull out the dagger in his thigh as he looked at Bertley with a cold expression.
Bertley groaned as he knelt onto the ground. He still couldn't figure out how Louis had been able to appear behind him without any warning, and kill him in such a manner.
"At the end of the day, I was once known as a lone wolf. You've completely exceeded your value by dying at my hands." Louis pursed his lips as he quickly strode toward the battle between Meg and the others.
Bertley's eyes widened as he held his breath. His head tilted to the side, and he was completely dead.
At the same time, Meg flicked his wrist and drew a circle with the tip of his sword. There was a faint light on the tip of the sword, and then it touched the magic barrier of the fire mage.
It was as if a drop of water had been poured into a pot of boiling oil, and the golden magic barrier instantly began to bubble and boil. The tip of the sword instantly melted a hole into the magic barrier, and the magic caster looked on with incredulity as the sword pierced through the magic barrier, which was powerful enough to withstand a 5th-tier attack, as if it were nothing more than a thin piece of paper. The sword then plunged into the neck of the magic caster who was still holding onto his wand.
Blood spurted out, but Meg's figure did not slow down at all. Just as easily, he pierced through the second magic shield and stabbed his longsword into the magician's heart.
Aside from slaying dragons, Mag Alex's forte lay in slaying magic casters. Regardless of whether they were dark magic casters or magic casters who harbored enmity toward the empire or the common people, he had slain many of them.
Mages were very confident in their Advanced Magic Barriers. They always felt that as long as their level was high enough, melee opponents of the same level would not be able to break through the barrier.
However, Meg was an exception.
He had once had the opportunity to join the Magus Tower, and there was a very good chance that he would have become the center of attention. This was because when he first came to Rodu, his magic aptitude had been discovered, and he had been brought to Rodu. Several elders of the Magus Tower had fought to take him in as a disciple, but he had turned them all down in the end.
He only wanted to be a knight, and if he became a magic caster, he would not be able to live a carefree life of riding a horse with a sword.
As a knight, he would have to face all types of opponents. In particular, after becoming a border guard of the Empire, he would have to face all types of deadly dangers.
Among them, magic casters who carried all types of Advanced Magic Barriers with them were very difficult to deal with. If a magic caster of the same level had a more powerful Advanced Magic Barrier, then the battle would become very troublesome.
As such, Meg created his own sword technique, and after countless experiments, he was able to easily break through most Advanced Magic Barriers.
Not many people knew about this, as most of the people who knew about this were already dead.
Meg pulled his longsword out of the chest of the second magic caster, and he was completely surrounded. Four swords and sabers were almost all aimed at him at the same time, and they were all coming from different directions and angles in unison, sealing off all avenues of escape.
With a flick of his sword, he first deflected the long sword that was aiming for his heart, and at the same time, cut off one of his fingers. The long sword was lifted up diagonally, cutting off the long saber that was furiously chopping down. Following that, his body suddenly fell backward. Three small arrows brushed past his face, bringing about a gust of wind that almost made one's skin hurt. Taking advantage of the momentum, the long sword was sent into the lower abdomen of the last black-clothed fatty who was holding a short saber.
In a short instant, Meg had evaded four lethal attacks, and also severely wounded one of them.
However, the danger wasn't over yet. A dagger pierced toward his lower back, and even though he twisted his body to evade, his clothes were still torn apart.
Two small flying daggers flew past his ears, severing a few strands of his hair. If he had tilted his head slightly slower, the flying daggers would've nailed him between his eyebrows.
The magic caster who had his lower abdomen pierced endured the pain, and he had no intention of giving up just like that. He was still wielding his dagger as he charged toward Meg.
His longsword danced in the darkness, and there were beads of sweat on Meg's forehead. His body had only just recovered to the third level, and killing four magic casters in an extremely short period of time had almost completely exhausted all of his spiritual power. Every step he took now was like dancing on a tightrope, and he was surrounded by perils. If he wasn't careful, there was a very good chance that he would be the one to fall today.
"You guys always like to bully others with numbers, and that's despicable. But this time, I'm not late." Louis appeared behind the fat man at an unknown time, and said coldly. The longsword in his hand had already pierced through the fat man's lower back, connecting with the wound on his lower abdomen.
The remaining three were slightly startled. Although they had seen Meg walking with a cripple, their attention had been on Meg, so they didn't pay much attention to him. They didn't expect him to suddenly jump out and kill one of them.
Just as the three of them were distracted, Meg slapped a big tree to the side, and took the opportunity to circle behind the tree, escaping the encirclement of the three. He turned around and charged toward the last level four knight with his sword.
"Ding ding ding …"
A series of crisp sounds of swords rang out. The two men's swords had clashed countless times in a short period of time, and Louis was also fighting with another knight.
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