Doom Knight System

People who can live in Area A for so long without being killed by the Holy See still have masters inside. A semi-bald old man rushed out of one of the rooms, holding an iron rod-shaped treasure nearly two meters in his hand. .

call!call!There are many shadows of sticks, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.The old man originally threw his stick at Lancelot's leg, but when he fell halfway, he suddenly shook his hand, and the stick seemed to turn into a soft noodle, bouncing strangely at a ninety-degree direction, towards Lan Siluo. Slo's throat was stabbed hard.

"Good job!" Lancelot nodded. To be able to say "good" from his mouth is the greatest affirmation of the opponent's strength.

"The troubles in the three thousand worlds are infinite!" Lancelot didn't intend to use his mental strength to overwhelm people. He held the knight sword in both hands and slashed out horizontally.

The shadow of the sword is like the wind, and the blade of the split sword draws an arc in the air, and the piercing breath is full of terrifying murderous intent.

puff!Jian Feng actually split the iron rod into two halves, both of which are low-level treasures, but different consequences are caused by different users.

The half-bald old man was taken aback, and quickly let go of his hand. The moment the iron rod fell to the ground, he used a somersault to avoid the attack range of the knight's sword.

"Can you run?" Lancelot sneered, and stepped forward, the sword turned around and turned into a shooting star.

The half-bald old man's face changed drastically, the sword edge was still far away, but the vast sword light almost tore his heart, this kind of attack reminded him of his leader.

The moment he was about to be stabbed, a warning sign rose in Lancelot's heart, and he was suddenly locked by a powerful aura, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Afterwards, an extremely sharp saber energy rushed towards the back of Lancelot's neck, in which was brewing a huge amount of mental power, like a majestic mountain peak.

Facing this level of attack, Lancelow didn't dare to be negligent. He was sure that there was a top fighter not far behind him. He twisted his ankle and turned around like lightning, raising his sword to meet the enemy.

Unexpectedly, there was no one in front of him, only the cold wind blew across his cheeks.

"It can deceive my intuition? Interesting, this is interesting." Lancelot raised his brows and said to himself.

After being interrupted like this, the murderous intention dissipated, and he slowly put the sword back into its sheath.

"Miriken, everyone is not young anymore, stop fighting and killing. If you want to let you move into a hotel, you don't want to. This time, isn't it troublesome?"

"Hmph! Boss, your housing price is so expensive that I, a poor man, can't afford it. I'm going back to sleep! There will be guests tomorrow morning!"

"Hey! Everyone is an old brother, how can I collect money from you?"...

Lancelow looked back and saw a short, fat middle-aged man standing beside the half-bald old man. He looked about 50 years old, with small eyes, narrowed together, and a beard all over his face, which looked a bit sloppy.

"Are you the person in charge of this stronghold?" Lancelot said lightly, holding the hilt of his sword with his left hand, as if ready to attack at any time.

The middle-aged man nodded, and said in a slightly surprised tone: "I am Bell, the person in charge here. The younger generation of the Dark Council has an expert like you. Why have I never met you?"

Although Lancelot hid his age, becoming a Silver Knight in his early thirties could be called a genius.

"How can you be sure that I'm a member of the Dark Council?" Lancelot raised his brows and asked with great interest, but he still took out the scarlet ring from his bosom.

Bell didn't even look at it, took out a pipe, took a sip, and exhaled a white mist full of nicotine, saying: "The Dark Council naturally has its own way of distinguishing, but the strange thing is that your rank is only apostle, is it true that your rank is apostle?" Is the teacher dead too?"

"It doesn't matter. I came here for another purpose. Killing people, a sorcerer who fled here in the morning." Lancelow smiled slightly, took two steps forward, and said.

Bell was silent for a while, looking at the gradually dimming sky, he said, "Stay here for the night first, and that warlock will leave obediently tomorrow morning. You can go outside to settle your personal grievances, and you must not do anything inside the store."

"If I wanted to do something, would you have stopped me?" Lancelot sneered, believing in the martial arts and moving the spiritual power into the eyes, the black pupils turned silver, the vigor transformed into spiritual power, and turned into a slender katana sword. Chop hard.

Coming and going is not indecent, Lancelot's move is the same as Bell's just now, it is an application of spiritual power.

Bell stood there expressionless, letting the blade of mental power pass over his body, like a breeze blowing on his face.

boom!After absorbing the magic power, the pure spiritual power became like a substance, and forcibly split the dismounted stone pile behind Bell into two. The cut was smooth, not inferior to any magic weapon.

"That's it, you live in the room at the end on the right side of the third floor." After Bell finished speaking, he walked into the hotel with a pipe in his mouth.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised in his heart. When his mental power penetrated the opponent's body just now, he didn't feel the slightest, as if there was a cloud of air in the first place.

Unless the opponent's mental power has been completely condensed, and the soul has transcended and become holy, otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to ignore Lancelot's SR-level mental power attack.

The half-bald Miriken gave Lancelot a vicious look, quickly caught up with Bell, and asked in an unbelievable tone: "Hey! Are you going to break the rules? Our hotel hasn't kicked out guests yet. The precedent of that warlock is not a member of the Holy See!"

"Times have changed, let me ask you a question, what is the reason why this stronghold can be safely opened in Area A?" Bell said lightly without stopping his steps.

Miriken hurriedly took two steps, and said in a deep voice, "It's your reputation and your mighty strength."

Bell sighed, shook his head and said, "You're wrong. The reason why the hotel has been open until now is mainly due to the care of the Dark Council and its own inconspicuousness. Now it's different from the past. The Dark Council can no longer help us. Personally strong His strength is not worth mentioning in front of the Holy See."

"I don't believe it! Based on your strength, even if the Pope came, he would have to give way. If you hadn't abandoned your clone and injured the Plague Lord, there would be no city of sanctuary now." Miriken dismissively Said.

Bell said in a deep voice: "It's different today. It's been a long time since the past, so don't mention it again. I'm just a silver knight now. That young man looks cruel. I don't want everyone to be implicated because of an outsider. Besides, it is not easy for the Dark Parliament to unite, so we need to cherish it."