"Arrogant Juggernaut, stand back, it's too early for you to appear!"

A pure white knight dressed in white armor, riding on a white horse, and holding a brilliant golden battle banner slowly approached the Lord of Pride.

The twisted form was released from the knight's body, and in an instant it expanded, trying to stand up to the arrogant lord.

Even so, the arrogance has not changed:

"Who do you think you're talking to, conqueror!"

However, there is also a little emphasis in the rhetoric.

In the blink of an eye, the white horse knight disappeared into the aurora, and the next second out of the light was a magnificent god holding a golden sword, carrying a golden bow, holding a magic spear in one hand, crowning a golden crown, and riding a horse of the world.

Crown & Conqueror God of War!

The collision of the two High Beings freed the night from the shackles of arrogance, and with another wave of his wand, he jumped directly to the edge of the battlefield.

……

Hull numbly wielded his machete to repel the stray foe, trying to carve a bloody way to survive in the dense crowd.

The enemy may be a Legion warrior from the Church of the God of War of the Conqueror, or a companion who fought side by side for a second.

So far, he has not known how many sword wounds have been added to his body, and there are even a few deadly spell entanglement damages.

The half-orc's magic immunity is even worse than the orc, and a simple [Spell Missile] bombardment is enough to deal about 1.5 times his damage.

Enduring the pain of capital punishment, he could not fall here, not only for himself, for revenge, but also for the sake of his teacher.

The old body of the Sword Master was like a burden on Hel's wounds, half of his body was covered in blood, and the messy bandages were wrapped around to prevent the wound from cracking.

It's inconceivable that a fifth-order sword master would fall to such a point!

Hel was even more incredulous, he knew what kind of monsters his teacher was fighting.

Repeating the mechanical and boring movements, it didn't take long for Hull to hear screams in the distance.

"Run, those monsters are coming!"

"Die! Die! Die! ”

"Ahh Quite a few ...... kill me."

Herod!

The crisp sound of iron hooves echoed across the shattered plains, and Hel's numb expression suddenly became extremely frightened.

Chasing after you! The monsters are coming!

It is a knight in black armor, wearing a black helmet, holding a spear in one hand, a scythe in the other, and a broad-bladed sword at his waist, riding a cyan horse with four hooves burning with cyan flames.

The warhorse's pupils reflected hollow and deep shadows, and two light gray glows seemed to capture anything related to the soul.

A moment later, a distorted figure was reflected in the warhorse's pupils, and then a snort.

The knight disappeared from Hull's field of vision in an instant, his heart trembling, and a faint scream came from less than 50 meters away from him.

Looking sideways, the knight appeared there at some point, and the scythe quickly sliced the neck of a werewolf, and a faint shadow hung on the tip of the knife, which was immediately sucked into the mouth of the war horse.

This distance...... It's too close!

Groping his way back, Hull froze in place.

He saw that the knight's horse had tilted its head slightly to his position, and the ...... was reflected in his pupils It's your own shadow!

Without thinking, Hel changed his original strategy and rolled to the side with the orc Juggernaut on his back.

Just as his body rolled downward, a sharp sword mixed with a cold and gloomy aura slashed past him, instantly slashing a crack about 40 feet long, and the crack suddenly flashed with frozen marks.

Glad in his heart, Hel slid to the lowest point with the Juggernaut on his back, but to his surprise, there was a huge fracture valley below the landslide. The valley mouth is deep, and I don't know how far it will spread, and no matter how Hull looks, he can't see the bottom.

One hand gripped the cliff rock, and Hel caressed the Lord Juggernaut with the other hand to prevent him from falling.

Faced with a desperate situation of life and death, the half-orc swordsman kicked his feet against the cliff wall with a cold shout, and sprinted quickly with a knife in one hand, like a hummingbird predatoring, his sharp beak penetrated into the rock mass, and the powerful impact knocked open a shallow stone pit.

The edge of the pit was easier to climb, and Hull quickly climbed up with both hands and feet.

However, it was indeed the knight's scythe that awaited him.

The cold scythe sliced through the phosphorus fire, and a chill seemed to penetrate Hel's body, intending to freeze him into ice.

Wandering between life and death, Hull's resolute will was to throw the teacher away, and stepped forward with a knife in both hands, and a wave of energy roamed in both arms, as if he was going to fight the knight.

Double Slash!

The sword light split into two rays and flew out at the same time at two completely different angles.

Three slashes!

The sword light folded, and three rays of light were folded upwards like the pages of a book.

Integrating the six sword lights, Hull activated the [Phantom Step] taught by his teacher, and his body suddenly crashed into front of the knight like a ghost, and several afterimages dragged out behind him like a wire.

Sometimes, the purpose of the fight is not to win, but to survive!

Keeping in mind the experience of his teacher, the orc swordsman tried his best to confuse the knight as much as possible, and took the opportunity to find a gap to escape.

Brave warriors should have a choice, don't let meaningless things bind your hands holding the sword!

When he left Juggernaut behind and decided to run away with all his might, Hull's heart was howling in pain, and his resolute eyes were piercing with bloody tears.

If you keep dragging the 'burden', then none of them can escape the knight's harvest.

Fighting until now, the cruel fate and the crazy world have taught him the most important lesson.

No matter what time it is, your life is always the most important!

A chill gradually grew in his heart, and fine shards of ice spread from his hands and feet, and the closer Hull got to the knight, the more he could feel the cold on the other side's body.

As he slashed under the horse's body and came out of the horse's tail, the night saw the snake-like tail of the war horse bloom with a flower of thorns, like a barbed whip struck him in the face.

The predetermined trajectory shifted, and the ponytail scraped a large chunk of flesh from Hull's body, and his cheeks were mostly sunken by the impact.

In a trance, Hull seemed to see the pair of expressionless, eternally cold pupils of the war horse that were always locked on him.

Pain, confusion, despair, and then relief, Hull looked at the teacher who was still unconscious not far away, his eyes were bloody, and the choked words came out of his mouth:

"Teacher, I'm sorry......"

Turning the horse's head, the knight swung his scythe and was about to understand the ants in front of him.

Suddenly—

His movements froze in mid-air, the blade less than a few centimeters away from Hull's neck.

Twisting his waist at a very unnatural angle, the scythe trail slashed backwards, as if something was hidden there.

"Oh? Can you detect the breath of the concubine's body? ”

A melodious and melodious voice came from behind the knight, as if it were endlessly seductive, and a woman in armor, with a bewitching body and a demonic appearance, turned out to be a giant scythe that blocked the knight with one hand.

In another corner, a shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and a black knife in his hand that seemed to be able to devour people's souls instantly attracted Hull's attention.