The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

The next moment, Xi Wei took a step forward.

But the figure has already appeared in front of Bristol and Corvette like a ghost, the Conqueror's long sword slashes from top to bottom, and the golden sword light reflects a blurred halo on the Iron Throne.

Longsword meets longsword.

The roar of steel was deafening.

The sword was barely held by the Duke of Bristol, and the huge force from the sword almost made him kneel on the ground. Immediately after the second sword was swung by the Winter King, Duke Corvette knocked his old man away. My friend, push the epee forward with both hands, and the broad blade of the sword is like a shield to withstand the slash, but even so, this epee that has been with him for more than 30 years already has a not-so-deep line on its blade. Not shallow cracks.

Xi Wei's attack was violent and swift.

The long sword of the Conqueror King opened and closed in his hand.

He didn't use any fighting qi skills, but just relying on higher-level fighting qi and stronger strength, he had suppressed the two half-step champion knights retreating steadily.

Golden flames danced on the sword.

The two old dukes could catch the golden trail drawn by the long sword.

But every time he blocked it, his whole body trembled.

Xi Wei didn't give the two dukes time to breathe, he pressed forward step by step, swinging the long sword from left to right with both hands, the sword collided with the epee and shield, bounced off, collided again, and the broken metal debris flew around.

The Duke of Bristol's shield is riddled with sword marks.

The Corvette's epee is chipped here and there.

On the other hand, the long sword of the Conqueror King in the hands of King Winter was unscathed. This is not only because the material of King Winter's sword is better, but also because of the protection of the sword by a higher level of fighting spirit.

Corvette gasped.

Sweat from the forehead slid down into his eyes, making his eyes sore for a while.

His grudge was almost exhausted, and there was a tearing pain in the muscles of his limbs.

His obese body could no longer support him in high-intensity fighting with such a heavy epee.

But Winter King's long sword came again. He knew that the fat man in front of him was exhausted. This sword was powerful and heavy. The golden lion roared amidst the fighting spirit, and the golden light on the tip of the sword was as gorgeous as a shooting star. .

"Get out of the way!" The Duke of Bristol hissed, and there was almost a double image in his vision, which was a hallucination caused by extreme exhaustion.

He desperately charged in the direction of Duke Corvette, dropped his long sword, and raised his shield with all his strength, trying to help Corvette block the Winter King's slash.

But Corvette, who was standing there, suddenly reached out and pushed hard on his shield.

This violent push hindered Bristol's charge. He staggered back two steps, his right leg gave way when he exerted the strength, and he knelt on the ground on one knee. In his vision, Duke Corvette was standing in front of him. A solid barrier, just like on the battlefield of the Emerald Fortress.

"Do not--!"

His eyes were tearing apart, like a cry of grief.

But the golden lion still devoured the huge body of Duke Corvette, he only had time to raise the epee in his hand, but the epee full of gaps had already been overwhelmed and broke into two pieces after a loud noise.

Winter King's long sword was deeply buried in Corvette's shoulder blade, and then continued to slant downward until reaching the sternum, hot blood spurted out, Corvette's eyes widened, and his throat forced out an incoherent choking sound, he He knelt down on the ground slowly, as if praying to the gods, his mouth opened slightly, but only blood gushed out, staining his gray beard red.

"You killed him!" The Duke of Bristol hit the ground with both fists, the anger and sadness in his eyes almost overflowed, and he shouted at a shadow: "Arlan, what are you waiting for!?"

At this moment, the Winter King's long sword has not had time to be drawn from the dead Corvette's chest, this is the best time.

A dark figure jumped out from the corner.

Arlan rushed towards the Winter King like a night owl, he put all his will in the short sword in his hand, and put all his eggs in one basket.

The howling wind hit.

Xi Wei didn't choose to pull out the King of Conqueror's long sword. He let go of the hilt and let the long sword get stuck in Duke Corvette's chest.

It seems that there are a pair of eyes in the back of the head.

He turned sideways slightly, and grabbed Arlan's collar with a flick of his right hand.

Follow the momentum of this Sky Knight.

Xi Wei grabbed his arm with both hands, and with a sudden force from his waist, he fell violently over his shoulder and smashed him to the floor.

Arlan's head collided with the hard marble floor, "Ka—" the sound of his neck breaking was clear, and the right hand holding the short sword was also twisted into a strange appearance. His head was buried in the broken floor, There were some stones scattered around, the broken waist and two legs twitched a few times, and then died.

The blood gradually spread to every corner of the palace along the gaps in the marble floor tiles.

There was silence all around.

Only the Duke of Bristol breathed heavily in despair. He thought of their ambitions before entering the palace, and thought of the benefits they might gain after killing Howard and Winter King. Now it just feels so ridiculous and stupid.

The champion knight class is still an insurmountable force.

Even if there are three people present, each of them is a half-step champion knight.

"It seems that you are not worthy of being my stumbling block."

Xi Wei shook his head regretfully.

He pulled the Conqueror sword from Corvette's corpse.

The silver blade was covered with blood, and every time an enemy like Corvette was killed, the Conqueror's long sword would be strengthened by one point, and the divinity of the Conqueror would also strengthen his comprehensive ability.

"King Winter, I know I am destined to die here." The Duke of Bristol took a deep breath.

He sat slumped under a stone pillar of the palace, his long sword was thrust obliquely into the blood-soaked stone bricks, and the cracked shield lay horizontally on his knees.

His limbs were limp and weak, and he had given up resisting.

There was even more piercing pain in the wrist.

Winter King's strength is too fierce.

His wrist bone has been broken.

He once had unrealistic fantasies, but those were just fleeting hopes, and being killed by King Winter like this is the standard ending.

He panted, a self-deprecating wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"No matter who you want to support as king, Corvette, me and the other two grand dukes will all die, because our existence will shake your control over the Merton Empire."

Xi Wei didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the old knight.

"Will you lay hands on my children?"

The Duke of Bristol stared into Xi Wei's eyes.

He wanted to find the answer from those blue eyes, but unfortunately those eyes were too calm, like an abyss that swallowed everything.

"No." Xi Wei shook his head.

"For the new Empress Meton, you are too old to control, so you must die, don't you understand?" He didn't directly answer the Duke of Bristol's words, but just bent down, saying He said:

"Empires still need people to run them."

"So, thank you for your kindness." The Duke of Bristol smiled with relief.

"you are welcome."

Xi Wei raised his hand.

The long sword was sent into the Duke's chest.