Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"Safang, kill them for me!"

Catron opened the curtains and yelled at a knight standing outside the carriage who was covered in black mist.

During his lifetime, Salfon Diallo was one of the first batch of Bretonnian knights to go to the Arabian Peninsula in response to the Great Crusade of the Knights. He was a glorious chivalrous knight. Unfortunately, after his death in battle, he received wreaths, praise and condolences from the knights.

Originally this was supposed to be a story about a heroic knight making a heroic sacrifice, but the plot was far from over.

Lilith, the goddess of the lake, the powerful god of the Kingdom of Bretonnia.

The belief of all Bretonnian knights is their only god. They firmly believe that they will be received by the Lady of the Lake after death.

Safang Dia was extremely convinced of this, and his soul remained the heroic figure of a young knight as it was during his lifetime. He begged his partner Dean, an elf thoroughbred horse, to stay with him and wait for the Lady of the Lake. Pick up.

Seventh day.

In Safan Diallo's anticipation and uneasiness, the messenger finally arrived.

But it is not the Lady of the Lake that the knight longs for.

He is the messenger of Mor, the god of death.

A large crow with a black rose hanging from its neck.

"Come with me, young knight."

"Where are we going?"

Sa Fang asked in shock.

"The Kingdom of Shadows, the divine realm of the Great Father Maul, where you will spend some time."

"Shadow Kingdom? No! I won't go!"

"why?"

The big crow tilted his head. This was the first time he had received the soul of a Bretonnian. He didn't understand why someone would reject the kingdom of the soul protector "Mor".

"I have to wait for the Lady of the Lake to pick me up. I want to go to the Pantheon!"

Sa Fang waved his hands quickly. He was a loyal believer of the goddess, how could he throw himself into the arms of a foreign god.

"Lady of the Lake? Is she Lilith?"

"Don't call the goddess by her name!"

"Ha! Who did I think it was? It turns out to be that bitch who tells lies!"

The big crow sneered.

"You, I will fight with you!"

Safan roared angrily, and then jumped on the elf war horse, which was also a soul body. Even if he became a soul, he would charge at the enemy of the goddess, even if it was a messenger of God.

However, what the young knight did not expect was that his partner, who had communicated with him countless times and worked closely with him in the past, was indifferent this time. No matter how he waved the reins, it was of no avail.

"Dean?!"

The knight shouted loudly, but the elf horse beneath him remained motionless and just shook his head slightly.

"Then I will do it myself and die! You bastard who slandered the goddess!"

Seeing this, Sa Fang stopped entangled, got off his horse, took out the sword from his waist and rushed towards the messenger of death.

"Hmph, damn bitch, my companions were indeed right!"

The big crow didn't care about the knight's attack. He just blew it lightly and knocked it over several times. What really made the messenger angry was that the magic goddess had trapped another person who should have returned to the kingdom of death. soul.

"Boy, I'm asking you one last time, do you want to follow me?"

The big crow waved its wings gently and landed on the elf horse's head. The latter turned his body to face his former master in cooperation.

"I'm not going. I have to wait for the goddess to pick me up. You can't seduce me!"

Safan stared at the big crow with red eyes as if looking at an enemy. This was the only thing he could do at this moment when he couldn't move.

"Hmph, then just wait!"

After the big crow finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense and waved his wings again to summon the portal, and the horse under him also walked through it.

"Dean? Where are you going?!"

The knight was anxious. Although he didn't understand why his partner didn't help him just now, no matter what it was, he wouldn't just watch the war horse he grew up with being deceived by an alien god.

"Come with us?"

Dean turned to look at the knight. Although it didn't speak, the voice was conveyed very clearly.

"No, Dean, stay and wait for the goddess with me."

The unfamiliar female voice made Sa Fang stunned for a moment, but when he met his partner's eyes, he understood immediately.

The elf horse turned its head and rushed towards the foggy portal quickly, but two shining crystals fell down before entering.

"You will regret it~"

The big crow sighed, stretched out his wings and touched the elf horse under him distressedly. At this moment, Dean's jewel-like eyes had disappeared, leaving only two dark and empty eye sockets.

"Goddess, my goddess, why don't you come?"

After the first seven days passed and countless seventh days passed, the knight waited for the messenger of the goddess day after day, until there was no one to mourn him at his grave, and he still did not see the person he was waiting for.

In the otherworldly world, except for Chaos Demons, after the death of all living beings, their souls will go to the dark and peaceful Kingdom of Shadows under the guidance and protection of the "Lord of Death" Moore, where all dead souls will spend a period of time before reincarnation. time.

Creatures that believe in other gods will also be guided by their gods after death. Naturally, the friendly and kind god Mor will not mind, but in order to ensure that all souls will not be left behind, he will still send messengers as usual.

Nothing is absolute, and the same is true for the reincarnation of souls. Some are unwilling to be guided, some are broken before they have time to be guided, some are resurrected, and some are controlled by evil magic.

After waiting for several years, Safan Dia did not wait for the guidance of the goddess of the lake. Instead, due to the continuous weakening of his soul energy, he was controlled by a vampire who practiced necromancy. At first, he could resist the constant appearance of evil spirits. Dirty words in my ears.

But as time passed, and after countless prayers to the goddess received no response, the knight finally collapsed.

So the chivalrous Bretonnian knight who had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Lady of the Lake disappeared.

All that is left is the Black Knight, who rises from the grave again for revenge.

Black Knight—Safang!

"Black Knight, charge!"

Safang roared, then shot out a ball of black mist with his left hand and hit the skeleton horse under him. He quickly rushed towards the Bretonnian knights with a flashing black lance in his right hand.

"That...that is the symbol of Bretonnia, damn Catron, I swear I will kill you!"

On the city wall, Count Orrig, holding a shield in his left hand and a telescope in his right hand, saw the cavalry formation that was like a black arrow, rushing towards Greg and his party, and he also saw clearly the armor style of the leader.

"Hiss! Fortunately, I died once. There is a master here, so I don't have to worry about being dug up by the necromancer."

The dwarf Boris on the side heard this and looked out curiously.

Click ~ click ~ click ~

The Black Knight's speed is getting faster and faster, regardless of whether it is his own troops in front of him. Whether they are skeletons or zombies, they are crushed by it like weeds.

Good guy~

Go crazy and beat everyone else!

Boris pulled the trigger with a sigh on his face.