At the same time that Brando finished off the first Cerberus, the second Cerberus had just arrived. The fact that the former had cleanly killed one of its kind had obviously startled it. Although the Cerberus did not have much intelligence, it was still a little smarter than the imps. When it saw Brando moving forward with a bloody sword, it immediately retreated in fear.
Unfortunately, Brando did not give it the chance to do so. He leaped forward and slashed his sword at its forehead. Brando had already activated the Charge skill, and the Cerberus had no room to dodge at all. In addition, it already had the intention to retreat, so it was no longer appropriate for it to turn back. Unable to advance or retreat, it was hit squarely in the forehead by Brando's sword.
With a whoosh, Brando's sword, which carried the power of the Charge, immediately smashed half of the Cerberus' body to the ground. The terrible power of the Gold Peak Elemental Manifestation completely tore its body apart in an instant, exploding into minced meat and bones.
A Cerberus died just like that. Brando landed on the ground and took a deep breath. Although his Gold Peak Elemental Manifestation could be said to be stronger than the Cerberus, monsters were monsters after all. Moreover, it was not easy to deal with this thing without using magic and trying to conserve as much energy as possible.
He could only rely on his experience to take advantage of it.
He looked back. Nicholas and the Holy Cathedral Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire had just killed a Cerberus each. There were not many Cerberus to begin with, and now more than half of them were gone. However, this did not mean that the pressure on them had lessened. The remaining Knights were already struggling to deal with the Hellhounds, let alone the Cerberus.
In fact, it was already very difficult for them to deal with being surrounded by the imps. As soon as the Hellhounds joined in, the Knights of Anthony immediately suffered heavy casualties.
One after another, four or five Knights were dragged off their horses by the Hellhounds that had suddenly barged in. The others were too busy to save their own lives and had no time to save them. It was easy to imagine what would happen to them.
The remaining Knights had no choice but to gather around Dilferi and Her Royal Highness. If it weren't for the old White Lion Leider taking care of them, they would have been drowned by the imps in the blink of an eye.
If this continued, they would not be able to advance.
Brando could not help but frown and look up. The current situation was a little beyond his expectations. How could the demon react so quickly? This was completely different from the monsters in Jorgendy Ridge that he remembered. He looked at the portal in the distance. It was still more than 200 meters away.
However, these two hundred meters were like a natural moat to them.
"Mr. Brando, we have to find a way to kill our way out." Nicholas had obviously noticed the same problem, and could not help but say loudly.
Yes, but what should he do now? Brando looked around. They were surrounded by enemies. A clamor of screams shrouded each of them, and all he could see were fangs and claws. He felt that his heart had never beat so fast before, and his blood flowed faster just to make his mind clearer.
Fortunately, he had found a way out in this desperate situation.
He first considered Garlock, but then he shook his head. Although a high-ranking mage like him could find a way to connect to the laws of space, all spatial spells required a huge amount of power to maintain. There was only one chance, and Brando would rather leave it until the end.
"Wind Empress!"
"Hmm?" Saint-ausol was obviously aware of his situation and immediately responded. Although she said that she would ignore him for the day, when it came to real danger, she still could not relax. This was the second time.
"Is there any skill that has a teleportation effect?"
"Skill? Teleportation? "
Brando realized that he had spilled the beans in a moment of desperation, and quickly corrected himself, "I mean, is there any sword skill that can send me to the teleportation gate? I know a few sword skills that have the same effect as a Knight's Charge! "
"That's a sword skill from the future, right?" The Wind Empress was slightly taken aback, "I've never heard of such a sword skill."
"There's nothing similar?"
"There's nothing similar."
"Then is there any similar spell that can do it?"
"Similar spells are all spatial spells. With your mediocre Elementalist level, don't even think about it." Saint-ausol sighed.
The heavens want me dead! Brando could not help but exclaim. However, he suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but shout, "No, I remember now. There is such a sword technique!"
"Hmm?"
"Flame King Gretel's Flash Strike Sword Art! Isn't it? "
"You're crazy," The Wind Empress was shocked, "You don't want to learn that guy's sword skill, do you? I'll tell you first, I don't know that sword skill!"
"I know," Brando's gaze fell on the Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, "It's fine as long as someone knows it." He could not help but lower his head, "But is it okay? Can I learn the Flash Strike Sword Art at the same time? "
"I'm not that kind of stubborn old woman," The Wind Empress sighed, "But I have to remind you in advance, in addition to my Nine Luminaries Sword Art, Gretel's Flash Strike Sword Art and Eleranta's Mountains and Rivers and Earth's Cry, one inherited from the Dragon Clan and the other from the Golden Mountain Giants, are all true ancient sword skills. No one has ever been able to learn these three sword skills at the same time. "
"Don't worry, I just want to learn a little bit."
"Getting started is the most difficult part," However, the Elf seemed to suddenly remember the scene when Brando learned the Nine Luminaries Sword Art and suddenly stopped, "You don't want to learn it now, do you?" She asked in disbelief.
"I want to use it now!"
Brando had no time to explain, he cut down the Hellhound in front of him with his sword. He pulled Amandina towards the Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire and shouted, "Mr. Stephen!"
The Knight of the Holy Cathedral had not spoken much since he joined their team, but he did not say anything when The Shire made a joke about the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Overall, he left a good impression on Brando. Moreover, as a Cruz man, the fact that he could fight for Erouine at this time was enough to make up for the mistakes of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, but it was enough to be admired.
Moreover, Brando knew that the other party was different from him. This Knight of the Holy Cathedral was the kind of person who truly pursued his beliefs and ideals.
Therefore, his tone was unconsciously much more polite — even if he did not have a good impression of the Cruz people.
The Knight of the Holy Cathedral was also dealing with a Hellhound and looked back at Brando with a slightly startled expression. He did not have a bad impression of the young lord, at least the actions of the Knight Brando were enough to make him have a good impression of him. The key was that he and Wood did not participate in Williams' attack on the princess' party, otherwise, he would have held a grudge against Brando.
He could not help but look at the young man with some curiosity. He did not speak, but his light blue eyes expressed enough obvious meaning:
What's the matter?
"As you can see, we are ready to kill our way to the portal, but it seems very difficult now. Mr. Garlock has to be sold at the end, so I need your help. "Brando did not have time to be polite and went straight to the point.
The Knight of the Holy Cathedral nodded, meaning — please say it.
At this time, more demons rushed up, and Brando had to fight and retreat with the Knight of the Holy Cathedral. At the same time, he asked loudly, trying to suppress the screams of the damned imps, "I remember that any member who becomes a Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire will be taught the most basic Flash Strike Sword Art, right? That is the sword art of the Flame King Gretel. "
The Knight of the Holy Cathedral paused and was almost injured. But he took a step back and stared at Brando warily.
"Don't get me wrong, I hope you can teach me this sword art."
Amandina, who was holding Brando's hand tightly and leaning against Brando's side, could not help but let out an 'ah' when she heard this. Of course, she knew what Flash Strike Sword Art was, but Brando actually made this request at this time and asked the other party not to misunderstand.
At that moment, even she could not help but stare at Brando a little strangely. If this was not her Lord and in front of outsiders, she would definitely be the first to ask what it meant.
But the Knight of the Holy Cathedral did not seem to be surprised, and he pierced the heart of the imp who rushed towards him with his sword. At the same time, he took another step back, and for the first time, he replied with a somewhat flat voice, "It seems that the Lord should also know the secret of Flash Strike Sword Art, but do you want to use Flash Strike Sword Art to teleport to the portal?"
Brando nodded.
The Knight of the Holy Cathedral was slightly stunned and looked at him as if he was crazy, "But Lord, have you ever thought that Flash Strike Sword Art is not so easy to learn? Besides, you don't have the time to learn a new sword art now, do you? "
Under normal circumstances, this was indeed the case.
Brando could not help but want to scratch his head. If he could, he would never act like a fraud in front of normal people. But the problem was that it seemed that it was not up to him to choose now. In comparison, being a fraud was always better than being a cold corpse.
"It doesn't matter … Mr. Stephen, this … You know, my talent in swordsmanship has been outstanding since I was a child. Why don't you tell me the main points of Flash Strike Sword Art, just to satisfy my last curiosity. "Brando could not help but sigh.
This was simply outrageous, but the Knight of the Holy Cathedral believed it. He suddenly remembered Brando's identity, the grandson of Sword Saint Darius. The name of Sword Saint Darius was not only famous in the small kingdom of Erouine. As the marshal of the Holy Cathedral of Fire coalition forces, there were also many admirers of the Earth Sword Saint in Cruz.
But at that time, Cruz and Erouine were in their final honeymoon period. After that, the relationship between the two countries turned cold, and finally, the Earth Sword Saint inexplicably went into seclusion. For ordinary people, this was just a period of change in national politics, but as a senior figure of the Holy Cathedral, he knew some inside stories.
But since he was the descendant of the Earth Sword Saint, it was understandable that he was curious about Flash Strike Sword Art. As a swordsman, he understood this feeling very well. In his opinion, Brando's request could indeed be said to be his last request.
What's more, he did not believe Brando's nonsense about outstanding swordsmanship at all. Maybe the descendant of the Earth Sword Saint had a certain talent in swordsmanship, which was not surprising. But to say that he learned Flash Strike Sword Art, Stephen felt that this joke was not as funny as Brando simply saying that he was the Flame King.
"So you agree?" Brando saw the Knight of the Holy Cathedral hesitate and quickly asked.
In fact, Stephen did not understand that Brando did not even need him to tell him the main points. He only needed him to say that he agreed to teach Flash Strike Sword Art to him.
He had no choice, he also felt that this thing was simply a bug.
The Knight of the Holy Cathedral finally nodded.
"Okay."
At that moment, Brando heard a prompt that was like the sound of nature.
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