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The knight who raised his sword replied as naturally as he could, and there was not a second between them.

"Don't assert it so early, but now we are in a hostile position with the [Count of Agen Toraton's Raiding Party]. But if you lay down your arms, you will automatically disarm your hostility with us. After that, those who are able will be appointed, and those who do not want to become soldiers can go home and farm. Originally...... Is it necessary to give up a life for the sake of the delusional desire of the earl who can only look like a man by medicine? Even if he dies at the hands of his subordinates, it is not known whether the parents and wives of the family will receive pensions, but it is certain that they will continue to pay taxes. ”

The leisurely onlooker commentary turned into a stinger and pierced into the hearts of grassroots soldiers, especially the recruits pulled by Lazhuang Ding.

Military service is exempt from taxes, and family members receive generous pensions if they die in battle.

Because of the express provisions of this article written into the law, plus the factor of religious belief. Therefore, even if they are pulled into the strong, these recruits have a relatively weak idea of desertion and escape, and they can give it a go on the battlefield with a sense of blood.

The promise is beautiful, and the reality is skinny.

The implementation of verbal explanations and relevant legal provisions has always been in jeopardy, and the nobles have promised various benefits to the common people and finally paid the debts, and there are many soldiers who are strong and strong, but the anxiety that their families will not be taken care of after their deaths, and the anxiety that they will need to continue to pay taxes makes the spear-wielding hands hesitate, and some of the soldiers look at each other with expressions that do not know what to do.

"It is the duty of the nobles to protect their people, and the count will keep his promises. ”

"The Count who let his subordinates pretend to be robbers and plunder passing merchants, and invent reasons to provoke war, with the intention of monopolizing the gold mines of the Niforheim Valley, for which it doesn't matter if hundreds of people died? ”

"You talk nonsense, dark-haired monster bastard!bastard!depraved pig!bitch-raised ......"

A series of obscenities spewed incessantly, and insults that could not be heard in even the most chaotic third-rate tavern burst out of the foul mouth of the well-educated Count of Agen-Toraton, whose first priority was to highlight gentlemanly manners and aristocratic cultivation at all times.

"Oh yes~~~~, the disguise of cultivation has been stripped off. Is it okay to expose your nature like this?

The Count's sanity was crushed by the childlike tongue, which was as long as a short club, and the wand with the tip of which was set with expensive stones was raised high into the air.

"[Rain of Flames]!Added definition of [Magic Bullet]!!"

Mana, who was rewritten in the form of a zài by the second chant, was transformed into a powerful attack magic, and a large number of tiny sparks flashed in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into baby-sized fireballs, and the number reached a staggering hundreds.

Knight Pierre jumped back with a surprised look, the count's rank should be quasi-six-mang, at this moment, the composition of the technique is complicated, and the condensation speed is clearly close to the six-mang's middle rank, what kind of changes have happened to the Count of Agen Toraton?...,

The reasoning of the mystery that was unsolvable for a while was not even sorted out, and the fireball dragged the long tail of smoke down like a torrential rain, and the trails of smoke of different thicknesses covered the sky, and the red lotus Yanyu went straight to the black-haired boy mercilessly.

up and down, left and right;

front and back quadripartite;

Possible vulnerabilities are closed with time-difference wave attacks.

The terrible boy who had tried to take the knight's life in the same way just a few minutes ago was now alone and savoring the feeling of being forced into a desperate situation by the same means.

The battlefield is unpredictable, and the speed with which roles are reversed cannot help but be astonishing.

"Angry and angry, kill people and kill people......"

In the scene of the flames, the disdainful sneer and the indifferent red eyes that would not change in any way due to external stimuli reflected on Pierre's retina, and goosebumps stood up all at once.

What contempt;

How fearless;

How terrifying;

When he realized that he was afraid, the battlefield changed dramatically.

There were about a dozen or so objects that rushed out from behind the boy. Beams of light shot out from the tip of the sparkling unidentified objects, and all the unidentified objects suspended in the air were dyed with the same hue as the light that pierced the sky, weaving a dense barrier of light around the boy, and the fireball intent on killing the boy crashed straight into the film-like light curtain barrier.

The fireballs made by the six mid-tier tiers were bestowed with mana much more than necessary, and fireballs that could only burn the human body could now incinerate a well-protected knight and his mount into an indistinguishable pile of black charcoal. There were more than a hundred of these powerful fireballs that focused on attacking Li Lin.

Even if it is used to crush a small team of knights, this attack is more than enough.

However, the Count's powerful attack is not a [miracle] that escapes from the trap of [common sense] and cannot be copied lightly.

The high-temperature flame bomb was covered with a film of light woven by high-energy particles, and the ball of red lotus that burned people and animals became stones thrown into the lake before the metal touched the particle barrier defense, which instantly vaporized the metal, causing a circle of small ripples and disappearing without a trace.

It's just a mere plasma gas.

It doesn't matter how many flame bullets come from where, in front of the light screen fortress, the earl's proud white-haired multi-angle fireball wave attack splashed a circle of ripples, like a moth thrown into the fire, it didn't even leave a trace, and disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell is this...... What the hell is that?"

The Count, panting and breathing unstoppable, spat out resentment and incomprehension.

It is completely beyond the Count's knowledge of magic, and it is not even known whether it can be classified as magic.

Without waiting for the Earl and his retinue to explore this head-scratching problem, Li Lin did not intend to answer their questions.

There is only one definite state of affairs that has something to do with them.

- The deadline has come.

The iron wall of the fortress built by the light shield disappeared in an instant, and when people stupidly looked at the feathered crystals floating in the air, the clothes on the young man's back suddenly propped up diagonally, as if [something] was eager to break through the comfort of flesh and light clothing, and rush into the murderous outside world.

"I don't usually use attacks other than [Blade Wings] and [Black Hair], so it's inevitable that I'll be heavy-handed. ”

In the midst of the demonic laughter, the cotton fabric turned into a flurry of white butterflies, and the murderous weapon that brought great calamity finally came into contact with Wilt's air that filled Mana.

In an instant, the crowd erupted in a murmur that bordered on admiration.

To be sure, the [something] behind Li Lin does resemble a work of art that should be praised by humans.

- Stretched wings made of crystals.

- The wings are crystallized and fixed in the most elegant and exquisite form. ...,

Blurring the boundaries between the two propositions, proudly spreading the crystalline wings carved by the golden section law, the crystalline wings above the mundane sublimated the human understanding of beauty to unprecedented heights.

"Harvest life in a graceful manner, and its name is Death.wings. ”

Withdrawing the undulating smile, the Grim Reaper called out for hospitality.

Particles of light converged in front of the crystal's wings, echoing Li Lin's calculation formula, and the Mana vortex, which had turned into a high-energy particle, erupted with scattered light.

- Diffuser Particle Cannon.

The retraction and deflection of the particle beam released a barrage like a blooming flower, and the [Accompanying Attack Units] that were responsible for the reflection and deflection lit up one after another, and the tyrannical light was refracted to the ground, killing the mages who were unaware of the doom and who had only built a barrier with battlefield experience and instinct.

Eruption, collapse, evaporation.

Under the attack of high-energy weapons, the [barrier] that is sufficient to defend against lightning strikes and flames will collapse at the touch of a button. The casters behind the magic shield screamed miserably, and they didn't even understand what had happened to the humanoid body that lost the basis of the form in an instant, and the traces of the zài were erased by the direct impact of the beam, and the attendants around them were also affected and left behind a disgusting humanoid carbide, and occasionally one or two unfortunate people who did not die immediately dragged the inhuman-shaped charred flesh to roll in the flames and shouted, and the most terrifying notes escaping from their mouths did not disperse for a long time over the battlefield full of flames and smoke.

No one dared to go and pull up the few masses of pus, blood and rotten flesh that barely retained the silhouette of a human figure from the bottom of the sewn explosion crater, and neither the soldiers nor the non-commissioned officers had the courage and ability to move even a finger of their bodies.

Again, no, more despair than ever before entangled everyone who still lived, devouring their hope and courage, and many of them fell to their knees or slumped in the dust, their hollow eye sockets overflowing with tears that had lost their heat.

In the face of this overwhelming destructive force, what difference does resistance make, is there any point?

Beneath the wings of the summoning rays of death, humans are nothing more than ants wielding their fragile limbs to intimidate the behemoth.

Wretched;

Amusing;

Contemptible;

The deep red pupils of the bottomless abyss, and the faint smile of nothingness—the meaning of the mysterious expression is completely clear.

From the very beginning, the other party never put the crowd of 800 people in his eyes at all, and he didn't even want to waste his sigh on the unworthy pawns.

Can't win.

There is no point in doing anything in the face of the great power of the gods' wrath, and the only thing left to do is to pray and wait for the final judgment to come.

Looking up at the beautiful crystal wings, the most ferocious crystal artwork in the world, a soldier's hand holding a spear is released, and a heavy iron weapon lets out a hollow scream as it lies on the ground.

A short sword joined the ranks of the silenced, and then another......

The endless chorus of wails proclaimed the end of the soldiers' war.

"Are you going to continue?"

The smiling face turned sideways, and the inorganic gaze was fixed on the knights with solemn expressions, spears and swords clenched, and then froze the two men lying on their sides on the ground.

- Count Felix de Agen Toraton, who ruled over the lives and deaths of countless people in this land.

- Knight Edgar Pierre, who seems to be a member of a certain knighthood who is a legend.

"It's messy enough, if the output of the beam is a little bit higher, you're going to move a little slower. Now there is no legendary knight lying on the ground with a few broken ribs, but a pinch of fly ash for the Count's coffin. ”

Rubbing his chin and making a chattering comment to the knight who had almost stepped into hell, the knight Pierre coughed, and the scattered particles burned the tattered cloak into a charred rag, and the unavoidable shock wave broke three or four ribs. ...,

A second before the Diffuser Cannon fired, the [Boots of the Tendon] unleashed all its strength to knock the Count out of the crosshairs locked by the optical axis.

Committing a suicidal act can still get away with it, relying on quick decision, quick action, and crucially, strong luck.

Luck full of chance will not come back again, and the trick of sensing murderous energy to react is useless in the face of three-dimensional interlaced sub-light attacks.

After the target of the attack was locked, Li Lin was confident that the conclusion would not deviate again.

The answers of the counts and knights would put an end to the last bit of resistance in this boring battle.

"Impossible......"

"Huh?"

The murmur that leaked from the earl's mouth suddenly raised his voice, and the terrible hysteria poisoned the air.

"Impossible!!A mere commoner—a yellow-skinned, black-haired monkey!!How can you drive such a powerful and outrageous magic?!!!! how can a stinky imp with pointy ears defeat my army!!!No!!It's impossible, this must be a nightmare!! I didn't lose! I haven't lost yet!!!!!!!!!!!

Dragging the tattered mage's robes, the Count stepped over Knight Pierre and stumbled to the nearest soldier in front of him, grabbing him by the collar and carrying the soldier's stunned face in front of him.

"What are you doing sitting stupidly?Pick up your weapon!!Kill that heretic!That arrogant stinky little imp!! Hurry up!!Coward!Cheap pig !!"

The soldier was silent, looking coldly at this man of noble origin who had never looked up to him.

"Bastard!!"

The Count pushed away the soldier who had completely ignored him, and ran to another soldier and yelled.

"Kill him!Kill them all!!I can exempt you from taxes!Reward you with the money you've spent your whole life!!Pick up your weapon!Kill enemies and cowards!!

The young soldier did not answer, and the eyes of the people under the Earl's Castle, who were accustomed to seeing the crops, his family, and the rent-collecting people, stared at the lord with his hair scattered without a word, and the lord's heart was furious.

Leave aside the wooden-man soldier again, grab the next one, curse, curse, promise...... Throw it aside.

Then the fourth, the fifth......

The words repeated over and over were dull and boring, and everyone watched the count's one-man show as if they were unrelated spectators. The knight, who had been holding a gun and a sword, watched the performance in disbelief, and the strength of his weapon was drained. The sporadic sound of metal falling to the ground accompanied the Count.

- A harlequin's monologue.

There was no applause, no cheering, no noise, and nothing but the numbness of looking at the dead dogs in the backwater of the auditorium.

The frenzied performance had already put all the Count's strength together, but no matter how much it instigated intimidation, it could not arouse the interest of the audience at all, not even make people laugh, at most the knights who had laid down their arms peeked sadly or two.

Li Lin and Pierre were also among the audience of the burlesque, the young man who controlled the life and death of the defeated soldier smiled at the crazy performance of hard work, and the knight who endured the burning pain of his ribs to the cerebral marrow looked at the count, who was completely abandoned.

The man who was born with contempt for what he considered inferior to himself looked like a leper dog in a stinking gutter—baring his teeth and waiting for his bloodshot eyes, saliva foaming at the corners of his mouth and barking around.

The soldiers' faces are no different from those of passers-by passing by stinky ditches – mad dogs bark wildly, and pedestrians pay no attention. If the mad dog, which thought it was as high as ever, and that it would be rewarded by its owner for biting a peasant, would burst his spine with sticks and bricks, and the rabid dog, which had no courage to bark, would eventually rot quietly into a part of the sludge. ...,

The ending is no different, the same is true of the rabid dog, and the same is true of the count.

Everyone but the Count himself knew this, and everyone watched with indifference as the madman continued his seizure show.

"Is it over, Count, there's no one, no one is going to go crazy with you. ”

[The people always stand with the victors. 】

The Führer's assertion is too spicy, but it is incomparably correct in formulating the problem.

The soldiers had the idea and enthusiasm to fight until the last moment, but the differential treatment and the Count's long-overdrawn credit corroded the foundation of that enthusiasm. Li Lin's particle beam completely shattered that spiritual belief, and there was not even scum left.

They are living flesh and blood, with parents, relatives, wives, daughters and nephews, who will bleed and cry, and they are a group of peasants who are not very familiar with the weapons in their hands.

Overcome fears, master the art of killing enemies, and develop steely tenacity and will—veterans have skills that are far from them. Unqualified soldiers, not to mention the [cold-blooded killing machine], they didn't even touch the side of the [professional murderer]. It is really not ordinary for them to act as the [kamikaze special assault team] who can't play any role in the situation, the [guns and shells warriors who swear to defend the great leader and the self-detonation heroes] to show off the [100 million jade shattered] gods.

Even the name of the [Kudanzaka Warriors] and the posthumous kingdom of the [72 Virgins] are not in the premise that there is no zài, and it is just an impossible task to let the peasants go against their instincts to seek death, a very bad joke.

"What a shameful answer, forget it...... I didn't expect a decent answer from syphilis, mentally retarded foolish aristocrats. At the end of the day—"

The innocent and cruel tone like a child playing with a bug plays contemptuous syllables from the curved lips word by word.

"It's just a root, nothing, a place, a big, a waste, a firewood. ”

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Small theatre time

Earl: You're enough! Soul is bleak! Digging a pit to harm me again during the Chinese New Year, and saying that I'm a waste of firewood! Is it really that delicious when a bento box?!

Li Lin: Who said I cheated you? Who saw it? Who saw it? (The corners of the eyes are tilted upwards at 45 degrees, looking innocent.) ）

Earl: That's it, the soul is faint, and there is no pit! A crater has been dug and it has come out! Wait, what are you doing with a shovel...... Ah!!

Li Lin: It's really not enough to bury the pit alone, and the order of killing first and then burying still can't be messed up...... (Shovel a handful of soil)

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