Chapter 12 Knight

Oh, my God, the gods are on top! No!

Some villagers began to struggle in place. They are like tree demons that have taken root under their feet, struggling to pull up their stiff and unbending feet from the soil. The dog slowly swallowed the sun and became darker and darker around. One after another of shadows shrouded their faces. The spreading shadow is like a sticky rotten gel, in which countless demons seem to be twisting, smiling and making a frightening cry.

Li Ou looked around.

The forest around the village is as dark as asphalt, and the fog rises from all directions. The rolling dark clouds drove away Tiangou, and the gloomy from the cemetery grabbed his heart. The cold is also like a shadow. Just like...

He remembered and found the most appropriate description and comparison.

...like the cold body of the holy warrior when he was in a coma. It was so cold that touching him was like being burned by flames.

Li Ou suddenly turned around and was a little relieved. The holy warrior who has been bathed in the holy light is still there. Although his eyes were dull and his face was painful, he didn't look very good. But he is still there after all. The alchemist winped at the female swordsman and asked her to take good care of him. Anyway, he is the most suspected target. At least his intuition told him so.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the Ravens and the knights returned with swords.

"Carry them into the hotel." Li Ou ordered loudly, "Hurry up, hurry up."

He looked up at the swallowed sun. He didn't know how much time was left for them, and he had to do his best. The soldiers hugged some stiff villagers and turned to return, but their footsteps stopped because they saw a strange empty pebble road, extending from their front to the entrance of the village and then leading to the dark forest. The houses that had been blocked before seemed to have turned into bubbles in an instant and disappeared like ghosts.

The knights hurry up. The hotel behind them is the only shelter, and they have to move these unarmed guys in. But they found that they could not leave the road. Some invisible things, perhaps the air here itself, prevent anyone from running off this road.

"Mr. Sir..." A knight's voice was trembling.

Li Ou did not answer for the time being, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. At the end of the road, the thick fog condensed dark like a door to a different world, and a series of sudden heavy and powerful horseshoe sounds broke the surrounding cemetery-like silence.

"Monster!" The woodcutter screamed like a frightened duck, "Yes, it's that monster!"

The village head widened his eyes in horror, "...he, he didn't lie." The sound of the old man swallowing saliva is particularly harsh. Alton, what kind of monster is that?

The priest trembled his lips, "I, I don't know."

"Don't talk." He roared in a low voice, trying his best to suppress the uneasiness and fear that surged up in his heart. Everyone is ready to fight."

The thick fog extends its tentacles from the gravel road. The moon finally completely blocked the sun and wrapped the whole world at night. Stars appear overhead, and mountains rise on both sides of the virgin forest. Time and distance seem to have lost their meaning here. A strangely shaped black figure showed his magic from the end of the road and was approaching them. The sky became like a underworld, and the mysterious outline was clearly visible under the cold and dim starlight.

The shape of the figure is not strange. It is a person riding on horseback, but it doesn't look like a thing in the sun at all.

The other party got closer and closer, and Leo saw the whole picture of the knight and his ** mount.

The horse is terribly tall and muscular, like a war horse, but it is tougher than any noble pure-blooded horse. Leo felt that it was like a giant beast, more fierce than the flame of hell. The giant beast's wings moved and sprayed white steam into the cold air. Its fur is black and bright, like oiled metal. Its eyes are white and round, grinning and showing an evil smile. Every time its strong horseshoe hits the gravel road, it roars and splashes bright sparks. It is like a dark and dirty monster from the bottomless abyss.

The knight sits on the monster. He is gorgeously dressed, and the clean white shirt and stain-free black velvet jacket are full of aristocratic style. However, the decoration and matching style of the clothes are very old and have not been popular for a long time. The red and black cloak floated behind them, completely blocking the road behind, as if it did not exist.

"He...what on earth is he?" The priest muttered in horror.

Horror Knight. Leo recognized it. Human beings who have been seduced by demons.

"Don't come here, don't come." Everyone screamed in one voice.

The militiamen retreated slowly like shackled prisoners, and the continuous coldness struggled to hold their joints and freeze their hot blood, making their most cautious movements difficult to form. Now the only thing they can move is the heart, beating heavily in the chest.

The knight pulled out a bright heavy sword from his wide cloak. Leo saw a red drop sliding along the sharp blade, stopping at the sharp tip of the sword, and finally fell down. The droplets disappeared into the black wind before falling on the cold pebbles, all of which made people chill.

"Save...help..." A woman cried out in fear, like a stone thrown into the water, and everyone shouted. Their only wish is to escape. Escape and live. But their will to act and trembling hands and feet were frozen together. They will only stand there trembling, as helpless as children, and see simple death enter their world.

The horse stared at them, getting bigger and bigger, even more solid than the surrounding granite peaks. This terrible undead is coming towards them. They desperately tried to pray to the gods, but no one could hear it.

The rumble of thunder came from the violent and dark sphere in the sky, like an endless avalanche, and the bare trees swaying freely under the impact in winter. However, the approaching hoofs suppressed the roar of nature and filled the cold air. The sound of tapping was like an invisible slap, with fierce force, and angrily slapped their faces.

The horror knight raised his deadly epee, as if performing some solemn ceremony.

Suddenly, the shining electric light extended from this end of the sky to that end, refusing to disperse for a long time, illuminating the knight's cold and ruthless face: empty eyes, burning gray flames, and pale thin face like a dead body.

"Xia, Charlotte?" The holy warrior shouted in surprise.

Leo didn't care about the name or identity of the horror knight. By the flash of his long-term unwillingness to retreat, he saw something even more incredible and deeply feared.

The ancient knight, the ancient coat of arms.

Ivera screamed, "He is a white knight!"

He was a white knight - a white knight of the Andal Church.

"No! This...is impossible." The irresistible samurai said painfully, and his weak legs knelt down on the cold and stiff ground, "Impossible!"

With these powerless words, their body's consciousness suddenly recovered. The villagers tried to escape, but the road was closed like an invisible mirror. They lay on the empty air, scratching hard and shouting helplessly. The knight stopped moving forward. His eyes did not stop on the Holy Samurai. His indifferent eyes swept across everyone in front of him, and the horse showed its neat teeth and grinned like a newly unearthed skeleton.

Li Ou strongly realized that the other party was like a cat playing with mice. He liked to look at their panic and fear. No matter how the holy warrior shouts the original name of the other party, the enemy will not sympathize with them.

A dog rushed under the horse like crazy and was ruthlessly trampled by its giant hooves, just like wheat in a threshing machine.

In the trembling crowd, the village head trembled and shouted, "Stop him and don't let him come over."

The militiamen shouted orders. They formed a war. The wooden weapons were raised high, and the crossbows were installed. They passed through the cold air and shot a rain of arrows. The knight's fluttering cloak added a lot of small holes, an arrow also hit his arrow, the arrow rod went straight into the feather part, and an arrow aimed particularly accurately, straight through his neckline and poked a gap in the lapel behind his neck. But the other party was unmoved. He seems to be just a projection that exists in the mortal world, and no iron stone can hurt him.

"Continue to shoot, continue!" The militia captain shouted, "Don't stop!"

More arrows flocked, but they still had no impact. The soldiers are fighting again, and this time the target is the war horse. The arrow with inverted thorns inserted into the dark meat of the animal, leaving blood-red ribbons under the nightmare monster. Under the starlight, the metal decoration on the horror knight's shirt is as dazzling as the sky. White water vapor spewed out of the giant horse's closed nostrils, and the thunder under its feet shook all the stones on the road.

The village head put his back against the invisible wall and could do nothing but watch the end of fear unfold in front of his eyes.

"Alton, pastor," the village head fell to the ground and begged with a pale face, "Save us, only you can save us."

The priest also looked afraid. I... I can't do nothing."

"Where's your... magic?"

The war horse's mouth is bigger.

"Our Lady..." The priest was at a loss, "Our Lady will bless us."

On the other side, five militiamen seemed to find that resistance was futile. They threw away their weapons and fled around like headless flies. They ran past the knights and fled to the depths of the thick fog. But Leo knew that they could not escape in the end. How can two legs pass the horrible horse? However, the remaining militiamen bravely raised their swords and axes and prepared to fight.

The knight finally began his action. He drove the mount into the crowd. The sword splitting and axe was ineffective for all the knights, while the silver epee rose and fell at an inhuman speed and accurately. The headless bodies fell one after another, blood gushed out, and the orderly array of militias was disrupted.

"No!" They screamed.

The knight hesitated to look at the indifferent alchemist and tried to join the battle circle. But Li Ou stopped them at the first time, "Don't go, you can't hurt him." He ignored their dissatisfied eyes, "You will only die in vain. Your sword can't pierce him at all. It can't stop his sword.

The village head heard their quarrel, and he shouted at him as if he had grabbed the last life-saving straw, "Help us, alchemist, please." He lay desolately on the gravel road.

The priest was also begging bitterly: "Alchemist, please help... us."