After going into the sea, I met Miss Witch

Of course, the half-second "control time" of [High-spirited War Roar] is also very important to be able to defeat the enemy so easily.

The weapon used by Ir is a long sword, which is very sensitive. If he is allowed to start the speed and turn it into a guerrilla war, then this battle will never end so quickly.

Looking at the man half-kneeling on the ground in front of him, Ryan's eyes are indifferent.

With a flip of his wrist, he dragged it.

The sharp sword edge swept across the man's neck. As his head fell to the ground, he dragged the bloody sword and walked towards Lord Slop not far away.

"Tap... tap..."

The slow footsteps, in the ears of Lord Slop at this moment, are no different from the countdown of the god of death.

Witnessing that Ir, who is also a leader among the first-level professionals, was beheaded so easily, it brought an unprecedented shock to Lord Slop's heart. His face was pale, and the harp in his hand stopped playing because of the trembling of his fingers.

Facing Ryan who was approaching step by step, Lord Slop kept retreating, and was finally tripped by the navy who fell to the ground. He fell to the ground and the harp in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

At this moment, how could he still have the high spirits when he first arrived?

"No! It shouldn't be like this!"

- He is obviously just an ordinary person who was judged by the [Golden Law]. Even if he became a professional in just a few days by chance, how could he have such strength? !

"Kill you!"

Lord Slop, who was in a frenzy, raised his hand suddenly, and with the light of the space ring on his finger flashing, a unique flintlock pistol appeared in his hand.

The barrel was silver-white and the butt was deep red. Something like a blood vessel extending from the butt pierced into Lord Slop's palm, and with the "gurgling" wriggling, it absorbed his flesh and blood.

The trigger was pulled, and there was a "bang" explosion, and the strong smell of gunpowder spread.

A bright red bullet burst out from the barrel and pointed directly at Ryan's forehead.

This shot was very fast, but unfortunately, as a supportive profession [Bard], Lord Slop's [Physique] was only 2.0, the lowest in the first level, and the gap with Ryan was too huge.

Admittedly, Ryan's speed was not comparable to that of the bullet, but he did not need to be faster than the bullet, he just needed to be faster than the shooter.

The bright red bullet flew past a few centimeters from his cheek, and Ryan stepped forward and came to Lord Slop.

"Puff..."

The sound of flesh being torn and pierced rang out, and Lord Slop's face paused, then he lowered his head tremblingly, looking at the silver-blue sword that pierced his chest.

He wanted to pull the trigger again, but before he could touch his fingers, "Swish", the sword was pulled up diagonally, cutting his right arm and upper right body apart.

A large amount of blood dyed the deck red, and Lord Slop's eyes gradually became dim, and finally, completely lost their luster.

He died.

Ryan drew back his greatsword and turned his gaze towards Cecilia, only to see that in that local battlefield, the three shadow hounds had turned into a sticky black liquid, and the knight girl was rushing towards his position.

When their eyes met, Cecilia's eyes showed a trace of surprise.

Especially seeing the beheaded swordsman and the noble who was almost cut in half, Cecilia's impression of Ryan completely changed - the seemingly "weak" navigator on her ship seemed to fight in an extremely wild way.

Looking at the knight girl, Ryan hurriedly asked: "Miss Cecilia, where is Lady Freyne?"

Cecilia shook her head, her voice was as cold as an iceberg, but the worry in it was also clearly visible: "[Black Prison] is the exclusive professional ability of the Black Knight. It is difficult to open unless the winner is decided internally or the caster takes the initiative to open it."

"Is there no other way?" Ryan looked ugly.

Freni had always been very kind to him, giving him potions, secrets, knowledge, money... without any hesitation.

This was a favor.

He couldn't just watch Freni fall into danger and remain indifferent.

"...Yes."

Facing Ryan's inquiry, Cecilia said in a serious tone:

"If there is a professional with a higher rank, he can see the "fixed point" of the [Black Cage] in the present world, and after destroying it, he can forcibly break through this special spiritual space."

"I have a way to do this, but then I will fall into a state of severe weakness and be unable to move. Therefore, the important task of assisting Lady Freni can only be entrusted to you."

"I understand." Ryan nodded heavily: "Just do it, and leave it to me later."

Cecilia looked at Ryan deeply, and after less than a second of hesitation, her eyes became firm.

In fact, she didn't believe Ryan.

But she believed in Lady Freni's judgment.

Since Lady Freni recognized Ryan as a member of the "team", she chose to believe it.

Arriving at the area where Freni disappeared before, Cecilia took a deep breath. In Ryan's surprised eyes, the girl's hair began to glow slightly, showing a light gray color, and gradually grew longer until it reached her slender waist.

Her pupils became vertical, no longer like a person, but more like some kind of noble existence.

She, who was already cold in temperament, gave people a strong sense of rejection at this moment.

It's not that she rejected others, but that she made people feel ashamed and dared not approach.

Cecilia exuded a strong spirituality all over her body. These spiritualities were not the pale white commonly seen among first-level professionals, but transparent gray.

These gray spiritualities rose up like burning flames.

After closing her eyes for nearly ten seconds, Cecilia suddenly opened her eyes.

"Mr. Ryan, the location I will mark with my spirit later is the location where the Black Knight will appear. From now on, I will leave it to you."

I saw a gray spiritual fire floating in the mid-air somewhere. Ryan immediately rushed to the vicinity, put the [Big Sword: Fierce Ice Flower] on his shoulders, and started to accumulate power.

"Ten seconds countdown."

"10, 9, 8..."

Ryan's muscles bulged all over, and spirituality surged crazily in his body.

The enemy he is about to face is a second-level elite existence, and against such an opponent, he will most likely only have one chance to make a move - the moment the Black Knight falls out of the [Black Cage].

Therefore, in this only opportunity to attack, it is not enough to go all out.

You have to go beyond the limit!

The speed of spiritual surge is getting faster and faster, it has exceeded the "half-stage charge" of [Storm Sword Skill - Breaking Wave], and it is still rising.

The use of spirituality beyond the limit caused Ryan's blood vessels to bulge and burst in the next second. At this time, the "Necklace of Fertility" he wore around his neck and covered by his inner shirt emitted healing power, delaying Ryan's physical collapse.

But even so, the pain of tearing and healing was real and undiminished on Ryan's body.

He gritted his teeth. Compared to the pain of being burned and broken by the "Male Fire Dragon (Leader)", this kind of pain was nothing worth mentioning!

"...3, 2, 1, 0!"

The countdown next to his ears finally reached zero, and there was a "click" sound of glass breaking. Two figures fell out of the air, and the black knight landed one meter in front of Ryan.

There was no hesitation or hesitation. At the moment when the countdown reached zero, Ryan slashed out with a sword that had been suppressed for a long time.

——Eat my "true storage" and chop it with one strike!

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