Death: This Death is not serious

The red light exploded, and the light and shadow intertwined, making people dizzy and dazzled, as if the whole world in front of them began to fall apart and collapse.

At this moment, Oswell stood steadily, but everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and his figure disappeared instantly like a ghost.

"Everything is not over yet!!"

A heavy word slowly came out of his mouth, with a kind of heart-shaking coldness.

Hearing this, the fallen Harribel clenched her teeth tightly, and her eyes flashed with an unyielding light.

She endured the severe pain in her body and climbed up with difficulty.

Suddenly, a loud noise came!

Clang! !

The greatsword and the lance collided violently again, bursting out dazzling sparks.

Oswell quickly turned sideways, and a sharp whip kick hit the greatsword fiercely, causing Harribel's body to stagger forward a few steps involuntarily.

He suddenly raised his head, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind, like a black waterfall, scattering large pieces of white sand.

His eyes were unruly and full of domineering, as if everything in the world was under his control.

He sighed softly:

"What a pity, Harribel. I don't want to take your life, but His Majesty has ordered, and I have no choice..."

After that, the Vastod who ruled all the voids took a firm step.

The roaring wind swept over, lifting his black cloak as wide as the wings of an ancient dragon, rustling.

His figure flew rapidly in the wind and leaped into the air in an instant.

The spear in his hand flashed with cold light, and the tip of the spear burst out with a heart-pounding black and red light, like the breath of a fire dragon.

This powerful spiritual pressure spread wildly at an astonishing speed, forming a dazzling beam of light, tightly surrounding the spear and suddenly bursting out.

"——Noble and pure knight, I hope you will never step into this dark and cold place again in your next life!"

Oswell's long black hair fluttered in the wind, his voice was melodious and deep, revealing an indescribable majesty and domineering.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a ferocious and untamable dragon.

Dragging the spear tightly wrapped in black and red spiritual pressure, he stabbed at the exhausted and shaky noble knight like lightning...

This attack was as powerful as thunder, with indestructible power and determination, going straight to Harribel's throat!

The world seemed to fall into a dead silence at this moment——

However, in the next moment,

Accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air: "Swish!!"

The roaring sword pressure was like a huge and magnificent crescent moon, cutting through the dark night sky, with suffocating pressure and unparalleled power, directly splitting several powerful Achucas-level Great Hollows!

Wherever the sword light passed, the void was torn apart, forming a deep ravine, as if to split the entire world in two!

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "clang!!" sound.

The flying slash and the spear collided fiercely, and the originally indestructible lance could no longer move forward.

Oswell was forcibly knocked back dozens of meters, and his body slid rapidly on the sand dune, leaving a long and deep mark.

At the same time, the spear in his hand also spread several cracks because it could not withstand such a huge force.

The pressure brought by the slash suddenly disappeared.

The originally blurred and chaotic vision suddenly became extremely clear at this moment.

The flying sand and dust fell down one after another, like a layer of white gauze covering the surroundings.

Oswell, wearing a dragon-wing cloak, stood steadily on the sand dune.

He held the cracked spear tightly in both hands, and his body exuded a majestic and unfathomable aura like the abyss.

His eyes were cold and sharp, full of majesty and anger. He stared at the mysterious figure that suddenly appeared not far ahead and shouted:

"Who is it? Are you going to fight against the Palace of Night and save this woman?!"

"You are bringing a group of men to bully a weak woman who is powerless. Do you have the nerve to call yourself a knight?"

As if he was hit in the heart, Oswell's expression froze.

Other Achucas-class Hollows were also stunned, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Powerless?

Who? The Vastod in front?

"Lord Oswell, be careful!"

"Above!"

The moment the exclamation sounded, a dazzling light suddenly flashed, and then a white and flawless hand like a jade carving stretched out from the wind like a ghost.

That hand seemed to contain endless power and sharpness, and the air around it wasThe twisted and sharp hurricane it carried tore into pieces and went straight to Oswell's head!

This attack seemed ordinary, but it gave people a feeling of being unable to dodge and unable to resist, as if the whole world was shrouded in this terrifying pressure!

"So fast!"

Oswell's heart was shocked, and his eyes showed astonishment and horror.

He never thought that except for Bylergan and Sal Apollo, someone could break through to him so easily.

He didn't expect that the opponent's speed was so incredible!

At this moment, Aozaki Mayu, who gradually emerged from the strong wind, snorted coldly.

His posture of riding the wind was elegant and light, like an otherworldly exiled immortal descending to the earth.

"Are you the so-called strongest knight under Bylergan?" Aozaki Mayu's voice was icy cold and full of domineering. "You are too weak!"

In his deep eyes, there was a dark jade-like light, as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky!

At the same time, his right hand quickly turned into an extremely sharp eagle claw, and grabbed Oswell's face at lightning speed!

Oswell felt an irresistible force coming at him, and the hairs on his body stood up, as if a strong electric current ran through his body!

He widened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with horror, and an unprecedented fear and despair surged in his heart.

This attack was really ordinary, but there was no flaw, which was beyond his ability to deal with!

It was as fierce as a volcanic eruption, and as fast as lightning across the sky. It had an indestructible domineering aura, and revealed a majestic momentum that made ghosts and gods daunt!

The hand that grabbed Oswell's face was as hard and powerful as if it was made of steel, effortlessly lifting him high above his head.

Then, with a violent swing of his arm, Oswell slammed heavily into the ground like a kite with a broken string!

Simple and crude, yet unstoppable!

With a dull thud, the entire earth began to tremble...