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There are always things or things in the world that are out of the realm of known knowledge.

It is impossible to know the cause of its existence, it is difficult to find out the reason for its operation, and there is no way to speculate what kind of consequences it will incur, and people naturally have no way to judge what kind of advantages and disadvantages it will have on themselves.

Therefore, it is called "unknown".

The Count of Argent Toraton has suffered many setbacks from the mysterious events he has encountered for most of the year, and now, the Count's mysterious and ambiguous feelings about the unknown have turned into a completely negative impression.

At this moment, [Unknown] took the initiative to find the Count again.

With a worse and more unpleasant total square, re-squared, and more unacceptable situation than all before, he arbitrarily broke into front of his confident outlook for the future.

"How many?"

The strong feeling of tiredness and sleepiness that was more tired and sleepy than staying up late to play cards and hugging girls troubled the earl, and the spider-like gray and slender fingers kept rubbing between his eyebrows, and the attendant behind him turned out a small wooden box from the package and handed it over, and the box full of intricate patterns contained red, green, and green candy that made people's fingers move.

[Candy], "Speed", "Crystal", "Stained Glass" - the fans in the circle have given this magical candy many nicknames, and the Count's favorite name is "Ice".

Initially a rejuvenating drug sold in lower-middle-class knights and taverns, it soon became popular among the Earl's circle, and with the strong recommendation of those around him, the Count tried a red sugar cube and became one of the loyal customers of amphetamine-type stimulants.

Staying up late, playing with women, encountering troubles, marching and fighting...... All kinds of things that consume the body's energy are gradually inseparable from the small wooden box containing the candy, and the magic is indispensable to concentrate and accelerate the gathering and transformation of mana.

[If only the effect could come faster and laster longer.] 】

The Count muttered about the shortcomings of his peers, and the developers took note of the complaints of the addicts and set out to find a solution to the problem.

Intravenous injection is a faster and simpler method that can be used to make users high, and the lack of medical knowledge and related tools has hindered the popularization of this method, which is currently in the stage of shelving research.

The development of LSDs as an alternative to amphetamine stimulants and new hallucinogens such as bath salts is in its final stages, and the endless complaints of addicts will soon be eased.

As for the question of whether users who have tried LSD and [bath salts] kill their own family members and then commit suicide, or eat other people's faces naked......

To be honest, the developers neither care nor worry about this issue.

The unsympathetic addict, the innocent who are affected, do not care about the social and moral problems caused by it, only care about the profit and income and the extent to which they cause trouble to the opponent, indifferently watching the ruin and death they have brought to themselves, and calculating the gains and losses of the progress of the plan.

It was far beyond the Count's extreme coldness after the onset of the drug's effect.

"A bunch of rubbish, actually let a child stop it. ”

After listening to the herald's report, the Count sneered with disdain at the stupid subordinates who had been played by the elves.

The lowly civilians were useless, but they managed to play their duty as bait, smoking their opponents out of the hidden jungle, and as for further results, the Earl did not expect the cannon fodder to perform beyond the norm. ...,

"A heretic can do something to stop those goof-headed geese. However, the farce should also end here. ”

In a pleasant, indifferent whisper of self-deprecation, the Earl rode past the hard-to-spread mid-line with like-minded members of the Core Command with flattering expressions on their faces, and rushed to the stagnant striker.

The feeling of being in a happy and excited mood suddenly being poured a bucket of ice water on the head is extremely uncomfortable, and the person who is strict can even fall into the root of some dysfunction.

When the Count of Argentolaton, who witnessed the mysterious beam of light harvesting the precious griffon knight and almost broke out angina, arrived at the front in time for the vivisection tutorial demonstration, the bloody ice water really made the hyperactive effect of the central nervous system stimulant fade a lot.

As an old bird who has experienced the battlefield, although he is not a person who is always at the forefront of danger for special reasons like the knight of Pierre, the earl is also crawling from the pile of dead people on the battlefield, and there is a huge gap in essence with those waste snacks who have never been to the battlefield once with a woman in their arms behind them.

The living hell with severed limbs, disemboweled, and overflowing internal organs is not a novelty for the Earl, there is never a shortage of strange corpses on the battlefield, and an old bird like the Earl has long been trained to sit calmly in the corpse pile to eat, and his strong nerves are not weak in immunity to violent scenes.

But Li Lin's precise and bright performance art and crazy killing are not the same thing at all.

The pursuit of different levels of quality and quantity.

The battlefield will bring people's will to survive and killing instinct to the extreme, and the crazy space of either killing or being killed will paralyze the feelings of the two warring parties, and become an opportunity to repeat the killing behavior. Li Lin's performance is deliberately designed to keep people's sense of fear fresh.

In other words, the pursuit is to completely shatter the consciousness of resistance at the spiritual level.

The practice of intimidating the opponent and destroying the enemy's will to fight with malicious torture has existed since ancient times, such as the "Jingguan" in ancient China, the "Piercing Forest" in Vlad III, and the massacre of Catholics in the Tokugawa shogunate in Japan.

[Copy, paste] is indeed simple and convenient, but a little bit of terror bluff is more in line with reality until a powerful political entity – a superpower – that can be digested and buried by a massacre – is established.

Li Lin judged this way and immediately put it into practice.

Show overwhelming destructive power, break the enemy's will to fight, and make the human race understand that no matter what they do, it will not help.

- There is no way to escape, and it is impossible to make the Grim Reaper, who claimed his life, pay the price of even a hair or a fingernail.

When the options are narrowed down to just three, what are the trade-offs?

Option 1 – Killed;

Option 2 – suicide;

Option 3 – Surrender with more lenient conditions?

To survive or to ruin. Hamlet's age-old problem cannot be called a problem at all in the eyes of the low-class civilians with a thin sense of honor, loyalty, and responsibility, and it is obvious which one the soldiers with rich social survival will choose.

The second phase of the Agen Drag-through strategy operation is only one step away from achieving the goal.

[The Earl is here.] 】

The red pupils with an inorganic texture shifted slightly, and the fool nobleman, who had regained his strength, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and the beautiful white horse galloped towards the place with his excited and angry master.

The image on the retina is blocked by dark shadows, and a scorching strong wind blows in the face.

The blade that moved at high speed like the [Wind Blade] was attached to the scorching aura, and the murderous aura that was more than enough to kill the dangerous species tore through the atmosphere and let out a scream, and the tip of the red sword went straight to the young man's throat.

A sword that should never be stabbed from flesh and blood, it was wielded by a knight in plate armor with beards and beards. ...,

Ergonomics and mechanics cannot explain the abnormal situation, but it is really staged in front of you.

Without moving, looking directly at the aborigines' eyes to take off their own heads, Li Lin came to the conclusion of the laws of the world with you.

[The distance between the end of the trip and the skin tissue of the neck is 48 cm.] 】

Before the deviation was accurate to 100,000 decimal places, the bladed wings held the knight's sword in a forked position, and the other wing swung a trajectory of counterattack, and the silver-white threaded light was in a straight line with the knight's throat.

It's perfect to cut a hole in the throat of someone who wants to stab someone in the throat and die.

The man's rough face showed a confident expression, and he faced the senseless smile of the Grim Reaper's scythe for the umpteenth time.

Two spears came out from under the cloak and went straight to the boy's unconcealed abdomen, boldly killing the boy who had been leisurely responding to the enemy into the attack range.

Those who are unwilling to sit still ask for a high meeting gift from the god of death, they are determined to die, and there is no hesitation to bloom a cold cold light.

Humans with only hands and feet, bones, joints, and muscles whose body structure has been fixed to death since birth and have an active defense mechanism will have a sluggish mind in this situation, and may have hung on the shaft of the spear before coming to the conclusion that they do not want to be skewered, but this extremely fast heretic is very likely to leap back at high speed to avoid the immediate crisis.

- The fighters are well aware of this and have prepared countermeasures.

The arc trajectory of the bolts converged in one place, and the landing point was the area where the black-haired xenomorph could have retreated.

There is no need for lengthy discussions, and the wealth of combat experience and skill allows the knights to work closely together once they are in combat mode, exerting the same number of combat effectiveness - this is the value of veterans.

Judging by common sense, they have a good chance of succeeding.

[It's a pity.] 】

A cold banter appeared in the red eyes, and the slightest sneer that did not change teased the opponent for not learning any lessons from the previous encounter.

"Common sense", "common sense", "normal" - words that describe the basic logical principles of the world are nothing more than a worthless joke for a dark-haired boy.

Experience built on that will likewise become a laughing stock of ridicule.

Without backing down, the second pair of bladed wings swept across the spear-wielding arm, two spears detached from the section plunged into the dirt, and the four wrists sprayed with crimson bodily fluids clung to the shaft of the spear, and all the crossbow arrows fired at the intended foothold went straight into the dirt.

The bearded knight turned to the side, and his free left hand drew his close-fitting short sword and aimed at the alien spike that was about to cut a hole in his neck, and the spike that was hit by the side block was not damaged by the unusually strong structure, but the straight stab trajectory that remained in line with the knight's Adam's apple was offset by the impact.

The difference is a millimeter, and the loss is a thousand miles.

The wingblade, which snatched dozens of hairs, twisted the body driven by the law of inertia, and slashed back at the knight's neck, chopping off the two wings of the four wrists and turning to the knight's back at the same time, sealing the possibility of the target retreating.

- Not enough.

Those who dare to launch a decisive assault must not be taken lightly, and they must not be given the slightest chance.

Dozens of demonic hairs writhed like snakes, and the strands of hair comparable to the sword of the treasure sword flew out with endless attacks of slashing, chopping, slashing, and stabbing, and the cutting prison that carefully set the time difference enveloped the knight who was no more than 3 meters away from Li Lin, and the swarming blades rolled up the storm that chopped everything to microns.

The survival rate is reduced to 0.000379%, and there is no possibility for a physical human to escape from this blade cage.

After two calculations and checks, Li Lin was very sure of this result.

With 10 times the average physical strength, speed, and reaction values of ordinary knights, a careful attack plan is formulated, and according to the [normal number jù], there is no possibility of zài miscalculation bias. ...,

But what if the knight hides other reference values?

Failing to grasp this crucial information, Li Lin made the mistake of the knights.

- A knight can't use magic, a magician can't be a hand-to-hand fighter,

The mindset is basically correct, but there is always a zài exception.

Kicking away the cold and hard ground, the silver-white afterimage of the armor remaining in the air flashed in the blasted dust, and the sturdy and well-proportioned body leaped into the air.

Blades like tails and flesh-like wings cut into the dirt, black demonic hair that was shortened out of thin air fluttered in the air, and a dozen broken hairs curled and wriggled on the ground like earthworms.

"Mithril Magical Equipment...... Is it?"

The composition of [Black Hair] is similar to that of [Blade Wings], and steel and the like are no different from cheese in front of the high-speed dancing nanomechanical insect hair, and the end of slashing with a sword and blocking with a shield is split in two.

The only exception is Mistarille, an extraterrestrial.metal.

It is slightly inferior in terms of strength, but the melting point is higher than that of the [Blade Wing], and it is precisely these two characteristics that can be split because the strength of the extension and thin guide zhì is reduced.

"Both the Talisman Short Sword and the Knight's Gauntlet Sword are infused with the Fire Technique, which adds scorch damage to the normal sword damage, and the armor on the legs is blessed with the Wind Technique to reduce air resistance and provide auxiliary propulsion when moving. You-"

Appreciative and hedonistic paused, blood-red eyes looked at the knight again, and the lines of the rotten street when the villain encountered a decent knight to stop him were read out at a casual pace:

"Who the hell are you, and what's the origin of that golden badge on your shoulder?"

Skills and experience are all excellent above the level, and Mithril equipment is not a roadside item that lower-level knights have the funds to buy, and there is no corresponding strength to manipulate and use, and no matter how high-level magic equipment is, it is just a brighter decoration. And the gold badge on the shoulder blade made Li Lin even more concerned.

- This man could not be just an ordinary junior knight.

"Huh...... He looks like he's very nimble in his body and mind, but his common sense isn't very good. ”

Grasping at the little information revealed in his words, the knight curled the corners of his mouth and retorted.

"The proud hair has been cut off, don't be too blind. Stinky little devil who doesn't even have hair on his mouth!"

The sarcastic knight of the opponent pushed Li Lin's pressure back with an old-fashioned expression, and the soldiers behind him felt that the substantial weight of the weight was suddenly reduced a lot, and their faces began to improve significantly.

Although the black-haired monster seemed to have an advantage, even though the attack just now failed to kill him, although two knights lost their hands, the cloak behind the knight who released the arrogance turned into tattered strips of cloth, several new scars were added to the armor, a corner of the sideburns was missing, and the blood under the crimson slash on the left cheek flowed down the chin and through the throat and finally into the underwear, and the gesture of the wolf bèi made the ridicule taste taste, saying that it was a bitter smile, and there would be many believers.

However, the man's demeanor did not show the slightest decline.

The uninhibited face has never been frustrated by the burning pain of the cheeks and the desperate blow, the steel-like determination is bent, and the high-spirited battle spirit lodged in the brown eyes burns like a raging flame.

Faith?

Self-discipline?

Wrath?

The number captured by thermal induction, air vibration, and brainwave magnetic induction is compared with the existing case studies of mental states, and none of the millions of case studies can be corresponded.

There is only one conclusion that can be determined.

This man is very strong.

"[Golden Hen]?!That's the badge of the Golden Hen!!"

A cry of surprise erupted from the crowd, and ecstasy swept through the entire raiding party in an instant.

First the non-commissioned officers, then the veterans, the new recruits.

Desperation, pushing, and gloomy swept away as soon as they recognized the badge. ...,

cheer

Preach,

discourse

singing

Words of praise poured out, and almost everyone was decorating the living miracle in front of them with all kinds of exaggerated text sentences.

"Defeat hundreds of orc ambushes with the strength of a few people!"

"Surprise attack on Bohemi!"

"Warsaw Block!"

"Vindobona quells the rebellion!"

Legends and rumors have become exaggerated and bizarre after word of mouth, and the original legend has become more vivid and mysterious, but no one cares about these small details at this moment.

- Heroes.

Heroes T

It's the only word that humans repeat in their heads, and all they need is a hero.

In the face of complete despair, the dawn of the [Hero] is no longer a dispensable faint fluorescence, and the solid pillar that supports them to persist in fighting against powerful opponents beyond common sense can only be a back that dares to face a strong enemy head-on and will not flinch and waver.

On the contrary, what Li Lin saw was the highest value target, and there was no [one].

The psychological blow of taking out a hero is too heavy for any army to bear. Even if the attention of the generals and marshals is focused on wine and women's bellies, anyone who still wants to do something serious will not resist the temptation to kill a hero of the enemy army.

From a scientific point of view, a knight equipped with a Mithril magic equipment is really a rare opportunity to test and adjust the body's internal armament system, and military scientist Li Lin also does not want to miss this opportunity.

"Hero......"

The mysterious smile showed a small canine tooth, and the two knights who lost their wrists lost blood and fainted on the ground The bodies of the two knights convulsed, and the heads slowly dislocated along the oblique section, and two spherical objects rolled in the dust.

The third pair of [Blade Wings] unfurled behind Li Lin, and the boiling crowd held their breath, staring at the demon dancing with the severed blade, waiting for the next move in apprehension.

“...... It's boring. ”

The dictator who overrides the military, politicians, and technicians, and sees the whole situation from the perspective of the commander-in-chief suppresses the judgment of pure impulsiveness, and after the lonely and boring words, the blades and magic hair are all retracted.

In the face of a deepening layer of vigilance and puzzled gaze, the right hand that had been hanging down from his waist stretched out.

The silhouette is more exquisite and smooth than the work of art, and the sculptor is proud of the soft lines, and any ornament will be ashamed of its shape, and the palm of the hand that does not dare to compare with it holds the sky, and the front end points to the mighty bearded knight.

"You, a human knight. ”

The black-haired young man, who was majestic and suppressed his breath, almost made people need to bow to him before he could feel at ease.

"Do you want to be my subordinate?"

"I refuse. ”

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Small theatre time

Li Lin: Why do you want to refuse me, because I can't give you half of the world?

Special Guest Pierre: No, because you're not a Meat Demon King.

Li Lin: Lump of meat is a superfluous waste at all! The Chest Demon King is the Demon King, and the Beautiful Young Demon King is the King!

Pierre: That's not good, if it's a cute boy ♂ ♂, you can still consider it, Sao Nian...... Forget it.

Li Lin: —-—b's current warriors and knights are either virgins or gentlemen......

The two knights who were cut down: Don't sweat! For the sake of Pierre's bravery, we will be cut off from our hands and feet! NPCs also have human rights!

Li Lin: ╮(╯▽╰)╭...... It's not that I and the author intentionally do this.,It's really the relationship between the two arms.,Since ancient times,The luck value of the spearmen is compared to that......

NPC Knight: Wow%¥#&......