Boom!
With a loud noise, an invisible wave of air exploded around the Duke of Saint Prospero and Lucien.
All the windows in the building shattered at the same time, and the scattered glass shards were like a dense rain of bullets, hitting the soldiers of the Eastern Region who were trying to surround them.
The Duke of Saint Prospero stood in the air, and a huge phantom of a white horse appeared behind him.
On the back of the white horse, a pair of giant wings more than ten meters long suddenly spread out, almost occupying the entire space of the hall.
Whoosh!
Amidst the deafening roar, the pair of giant wings blocked out the light and pressed down on Lucien from all directions.
The domineering aura brought about by the wings caused all the objects in the hall to tumble around.
As the giant wings flapped, the air was crazily squeezed out like a pump, and the whole hall trembled violently.
The magnificent energy of the holy light gradually condensed into a complete entity, and crashed down on Lucien.
Lucien's face did not change in the slightest, but he quickly burst out all the fighting power in his body, and condensed a large red crystal shield in front of him.
Compared to the huge wings, the thin shield seemed to be on a completely different level of power.
Boom!
In an instant, the giant wings, accompanied by a terrible impact, fiercely hit the crystal shield.
With a cracking sound, fine cracks visible to the naked eye appeared on the crystal shield, and continued to spread in all directions at a worrisome speed.
It was only the first round of confrontation, but the winner was immediately decided between the two.
Although they were both sixth-grade, the Duke of Saint Prospero, as a knight, was obviously stronger than Lucien, who was a warrior.
This was the suppression of a god's profession over an ordinary one.
In fact, under normal circumstances, the Duke of Saint Prospero would not be worried at all about fighting with Lucien. He had absolute confidence that he could defeat a sixth-grade warrior, but now, he was not so confident.
Because there was a dagger in his chest.
Feeling the piercing pain and the constant loss of strength, the Duke of Saint Prospero knew that he had to end the battle quickly, or his injuries would only worsen.
The Duke of Saint Prospero stared at Lucien, who was still struggling in front of him. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and let out a silent roar.
In an instant, countless white and gold threads shot out from the pegasus phantom behind him into the sky.
Chi! Chi!
All the threads circled around and suddenly burned fiercely in the air. In the blink of an eye, they became a huge golden torch.
Crack!
With a strange light sound, a white dot suddenly lit up in the torch.
A helical horn that was as flawless as jade extended out of the torch and stabbed at the crystal shield in front of Lucien at a seemingly slow but actually extremely fast speed.
It was so fast that Lucien had no time to react at all. He could only watch the jade spiral horn touch the shield as if it was nothing at all.
Everything seemed to have stopped in an instant.
Perhaps in a second, or perhaps a century, time would begin to flow again.
Crack!
The Crystal Shield began to slowly turn into ashes.
Dust rose into the air.
However, the jade-like spiral horn did not disappear. It was still stabbing at Lucien in a slow but firm way.
Although the horn had not touched Lucien's body, the armor on his body seemed to be unable to withstand such a terrifying force. Like a candle in magma, it quickly softened, caved in, and even turned into molten iron dripping to the ground.
Chi!
The helical horn finally touched Lucien and went through him effortlessly!
In front of such a strange force, it seemed that any defense was useless. Lucien's chest was easily pierced through like a thin piece of paper.
Through the big hole, one could even see the broken heart clearly!
The Duke of Saint Prospero looked at his "masterpiece" and finally smiled with satisfaction.
But then, his face turned pale, and his magnificent aura gradually withered. The pegasus phantom behind him was like snow under the sun, melting in the air bit by bit.
Obviously, the terrifying attack just now was a great burden for the Duke of Saint Prospero.
"Cough …"
The Duke of Saint Prospero coughed out a mouthful of blood, but he wiped it off casually. Ignoring Lucien in front of him, he turned around and looked at Vincent, who was hiding in the corner.
"You're still alive?"
Marquis Vincent gasped in pain. His heart and lungs were almost completely destroyed by the Duke of Saint Prospero, but even so, he was still alive.
The Duke of Saint Prospero slowly walked to his son, his eyes full of undisguised killing intent. He said as he walked, "You unfilial son, do you know? I've already made up my mind to let you inherit my title. Hehe … Are you really that impatient? "
Marquis Vincent looked at his father who was approaching him step by step and smiled. The blood in his mouth made his smile even more ferocious.
"Father … Cough … Your mind … is so fickle … How can I … wait patiently … Who knows … Who knows … One day … You'll change your mind …"
The Duke of Saint Prospero's face was as cold as water. He said coldly, "If that's the case, then don't ever wait! Go and repent to the Lord! "
As he said that, he raised his fist and punched Marquis Vincent's head.
However, at this time, the Duke of Saint Prospero suddenly felt a strong wave of combat power coming from behind him.
He quickly turned around and saw Lucien, who was supposed to be dead, rushing towards him again.
The long spear in Lucien's hand was like a dragon coming out of the water. It left a silver shadow in the air and pierced towards the Duke of Saint Prospero.
Caught off guard, the Duke of Saint Prospero could only slightly avoid his vital parts, and the spear pierced through his right chest.
"Ah …"
The Duke of Saint Prospero screamed in pain, but he still reached his hand forward and grabbed Lucien's throat tightly.
Crack!
Along with the sound of bone cracking, Duke St. Pross crushed Lucien's throat bone.
However, Lucien did not seem to feel anything. He did not even try to defend himself. Instead, he reached out his hand and grabbed the dagger that was stabbed into the Duke of Saint Prospero's chest by Marquis Vincent.
Then, he twisted it hard!
The Duke of Saint Prospero let out a desperate roar. His hands tightened again, and he tried his best to strangle Lucien to death. Unfortunately, the strength in his body was quickly draining away like the ebbing tide.
His vision was getting blurrier and blurrier, and his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker.
Before the darkness completely swallowed him up, the Duke of Saint Prospero murmured desperately and confusedly.
"You … Why … Why … Don't you die …"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
