Chapter 673 Opposite Ability

When he heard Sauron invite Lambonis and his subordinates of the old regiment leader to the palace for a moment of discussion, Mendrisa raised his eyebrows and said, "Lord Sauron, then I..."

"Your Excellency doesn't need it. I think teachers are more competent in marching and war. Sauron rudely refused.

What else did Mendrisa want to say, but Lambonis stopped him and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I will avenge Harbes for you!"

Mendrisa nodded heavily and said nothing more. Sauron looked at him and smiled coldly. He wink at Wesall again. The commander of the Guards did not know that Sauron's palace had now become a magic cave, but he also knew that there was something unusual in it. As for what is unusual, he naturally won't explore it for a long time. Now Sauron's eyes are not good, so he naturally won't make any good ideas.

When Wessel heard the string song, he knew the meaning, immediately nodded, and changed his expression with incomparable respect and said, "Mr. Lanbonis, please come with me."

After Lambonis, the bloody knight, left, the atmosphere in the conference hall eased a little. Mendrisa retreated knowingly, and when the fainted ministers woke up, the meeting could continue. However, the content of the next meeting was a little boring. After bypassing Mendrisa's revenge on his son Habeth, the agenda was only carried out according to the previous link.

The only strange thing is that the Odson family did not say anything at the whole meeting, even if they were as furious as Mendrisa some time ago. So Sauron began to look a little drowsy in plain reports, and it was not until the affairs of the Knights that he cheered up a little.

In the Knights, a tall and handsome figure appeared in Sauron's eyes. That was Yafidi, the commander of the 11th regiment, the blood-stained rose, and the appearance of the commander is recognized as the most beautiful one in the Knights. Yafidi, with long water-blue hair, has white skin as if it will overflow with water under pressure. His pupils like running water are matched with Yafidi's graceful appearance. Standing casually will make some noble masters with special hobbies drool.

No one dares to hit the idea of the legion commander. After all, the prefix "blood-stained" was added before the "rose" that matched his appearance and temperament.

After Yafidi stood up, he first saluted Sauron. He half ran to the ground, punched the ground and pressed the other hand on his chest, which was the etiquette of the Knights. After the salute, Yafidi said in his neutral and slightly feminine voice, "Lord Sauron, the head of Signe asked me to tell me before the meeting that he seems to have something important to contact you remotely."

"I see." Sauron nodded and said, "Get me connected to the brain of the 4th Regiment Command Center. I want to communicate with Signe."

This order is not clearly given to whom, but there is always someone who executes it. So a moment later, a light screen appeared in front of the base, and then an image appeared inside. Signe, the tall and melancholy leader of the 4th group, appeared on the light screen like this.

"What's the matter, Sine?" Sauron asked directly.

Signe used to turn the nameless ring on the tail finger as before saying, "I need reinforcements, Lord Sauron."

"Reinforcement?" Sauron's eyes flashed and said, "Do you think those pirates will attack Farrow?"

"At least 50% probability." Sine said lightly, "After all, we are too close to Roaring Bay, and Fácero's resources are so out of proportion to its defense. If I were a pirate, I would also choose to attack Farrow. After the battle of Roaring Bay, they don't have much resources. If they want to get supplies, even if they have a little ambition, Facero is their best choice.

"And if I'm the only knight, it's obvious that I can't keep it. What's more, the real mission of my 4th group is to protect fate!"

"That's true. I understand. Let Yafidi help you." Sauron soon made a decision.

"Thank you for your support, my lord." Sine said so.

After the communication was cut off, Sauron only gestured to Yafidi. The latter nodded and stood up. After the cloak passed, the handsome legion leader left the hall at an elegant pace.

While Yafidi left, Lambonis and a group of subordinates came to Sauron's palace. Almost all of the subordinates brought by Lambonis are former colleagues. Among the dozen people, the youngest is in their 40s. The average ability of these people is about six or seven levels, and their personal combat effectiveness is not enough, but their ability to lead troops is not comparable to those of officers at the same level now.

Two or three of these people have pioneered the road of blood with Lambonis. Except that the ability level does not meet the standards set by the Knights, all other aspects are qualified for the position of legion commander. Originally, these retired officers received colonies of different sizes as the benefits of these elders, and Lambonis got a rich colonial island.

Now they give up their comfortable life and are ready to go to the front line. On the one hand, it is out of respect for the old boss of Lambonis, and on the other hand, the never-old fighting heart is calling them. So they stood here and, led by Wether, Lambonis and others came to Sauron's palace.

Lambonis frowned his white eyebrows, and Sauron's palace seemed to be a little too lonely. He said lightly, "When did Sauron no longer need to guard?"

Since Gaia occupied the palace, Sauron withdrew his silver hand beyond the palace. With Gaia in the town, which one who breaks into the palace without long eyes can only be regarded as his bad luck. It's just that this arrangement is somewhat abnormal in the eyes of Lambonis.

Wither smiled and said, "Lord Sauron's mind is far from what we can figure out. If Mr. Lambonis has any questions, why don't you ask the adult in person later?" With a few simple words, the commander of the guard skillfully kicked the problem to Sauron. Lambonis just felt strange, but he did not intend to delve into this issue.

The commander of the guard pushed open the door and blew a cold wind from the dark palace that made people's blood freeze. It was afternoon, but the light in the palace was not so sufficient. But Lambonis was not dizzy. At a glance, he saw that there was almost no furniture in the palace, which made the whole palace look a little empty.

"Teacher, please." Wessel laughed a lot.

Lambonis focused his head and stepped in. But when the old officers behind were about to enter, they stopped Wether, and the guard commander smiled and said, "Guys, please hand over your weapons."

An elderly officer stared, but saw Lambonis nodded before handing over his weapon. In a moment, Wether took four or five long swords and seven or eight pistols. He handed these things to a silver hand knight and then said, "Thank you for your cooperation. Don't worry. When you leave, I will return the originals.

Then he made a gesture of invitation and watched these veterans walk into Sauron's palace with an imperceptible smile. Not to mention getting their weapons back, whether these people can come out is still unknown. Wessel slowly closed the door for them. When the door was completely closed, the unhappy veteran whispered, "Lord Lambonis, it feels a little strange."

"Don't worry, this is the Pope's Hall, and Sauron doesn't dare to mess around. Let's wait for him first and see what he can do. Lambonis snorted heavily in his nostrils, circled around, and said, "What the hell is this Sauron? Nuo Da doesn't even have a chair in the palace."

When one of the veterans turned to the root load-bearing column, he suddenly found something and squatted down for a moment. Then he said, "Your Excellency, there is something strange here."

Lambonis went up, and a deep mark appeared on the pillar under the veteran's finger. The marks are from top to bottom, obliquely across the column. The incision is smooth, just like something like a high-energy beam to create such a smooth incision. Lambonis put his hand on it, but read more. It includes the remaining murderous atmosphere, which is not strong, but deep enough to drown anyone in it like a dark pool.

"Adult? My lord?"

The call of the veteran next to him brought Lambonis back to his senses. He couldn't help wondering why there was such a murderous incision in Sauron's palace. Even if something has happened before, Sauron should order someone to repair it. And now this incision is still here, does it mean that there is still danger in the palace?

"Go!" Lambonis made a decision and stood up and said, "Let's leave..."

Without finishing his words, a sharp murder like a sharp sword came out of the depths of the palace. Just because of the sympathetic feeling, Lambonis felt cold and painful all over his body, as if he had been cut by a cold blade.

"Be careful!" As soon as he had time to warn, several dark lights appeared in Lambonis' eyes. These lights appear on the bodies that bring these veterans, either in the neck, or at the waist, or directly split, or cut horizontally! One of them came obliquely towards him. Lambonis clearly captured the trajectory of the light, but he seemed to be in the mud. In any case, the long sword pressed on the handle could not be raised.

He was the only one who was allowed to enter the palace with weapons. At the critical moment of life and death, Lambonis finally came up with his due standard. In the violent shouting, his whole body soared in power and broke through the feeling of tying his hands and feet in one fell swoop. At that moment, people seemed to break out of the water, and all kinds of reactions were extremely rapid.

Draw the sword!

Block!

The black line was printed on the body of the sword that had just pulled out nearly half of it, and it sounded. The strong surge made Lambonis involuntarily fly back. The old regiment leader snorted, pulled out the rest of the sword body, took the opportunity to pick it up, and finally flew out the black line and hit the dome of the palace, leaving a smooth incision like a pillar.

But others are not so lucky, and more than a dozen veterans still maintain their previous posture. Then some of the upper and lower bodies were dislocation, some of the heads flew up, and some were directly divided into two halves. Their deaths were different. Without exception, after their bodies were dismembered, they exploded one by one. After more than a dozen muffled sounds in a row, the blood and meat were sprinkled on the ground, and even Lambonis was stained with blood.

Lambonis trembled all over and shouted angrily, "Who is it!"

Only his voice echoed in the palace. It was not until the ending disappeared that Lambonis heard a cold voice behind him: "I should ask this sentence. I clearly told him... Oh, I see. You are the food sent by Sauron, right?

Lambonis turned around with a cautious posture, showing no flaws, showing the standard that a regimental commander should have. Then he saw a man standing quietly behind him, with a silver length hanging on his shoulders on both sides. He was so handsome that he had a strange face, but his left pupil was strangely golden. His lips were pulling out a cruel smile, and the eyes staring at him made Lambonis feel very familiar.

In an instant, Lanbonis knew why he felt familiar. Because when he is hunting, he will also look at a dying prey.

The man wears a black leather windbreaker, and the buttons are decorated with some military style. There was no wind in the room, but the hem of the windbreaker moved slightly, like the burning black flame. He held the scabbard in one hand and a narrow sword nearly three meters long in the other. On the tip of the knife, there is a free black electric fire jumping gently, and a bunch of light pops up across the space from time to time.

So there was a burning smell in the air.

"Who are you? Why are you here!" Lambonis looked up and down at the man and shook his head and said, "You are not from the Pope's Hall. Why are you in Sauron's palace!"

"It seems that you don't know at all. I understand that Sauron is going to kill people with a knife." The man smiled and said, "Forget it, although it's a little unpleasant. But now, I'm really a little hungry. It seems that you are a little old, but you barely deserve to be my food.

"Is it an honor, human?" The man smiled faintly.

"You call me human?" Lambonis's pupil contracted: "Then what are you!"

"I am a god, and I naturally stand on a different level from you!" With a light smile, the man leaned forward and turned into a black light.

"This joke is not funny at all!" Lambonis shouted, and the long sword in his hand suddenly surged into a dazzling energy flame. In an instant, the man's figure and his excessive sword appeared in the void.

The energy flame rises and shrinks, quickly condenses, and gathers into a little light at the contact point of the opponent's sword. Then it exploded, and a beam of energy ripples stirred, pulling the explosion wind to push the two away.

"It's a little interesting." The silver-haired man smiled softly, and his body seemed to violate the laws of physics. Driven by the explosion, it floated up and stepped gently in the air, and people killed like electric shock.

Blue Bonis' pupils suddenly expanded, and in a loud shout, his coat exploded into thousands of butterflies, and the flying debris covered the man.

Every piece of debris here is full of the energy of the old leader, no less than one*. But the silver-haired man was not afraid and passed through the debris. Strangely, the energy on the debris disappeared completely, so the debris really became debris and flew away weakly.

Blue Bonis's eyes were wide open and he could hardly believe this fact.

The next second, the man has killed and turned into a ball of knife light entangled Lanbonis.

Lambonis is good at sword skills, otherwise he can't teach a student who is known as a swordsman. However, the combat skill in front of him is even higher than that of him, and the narrow sword is in the hands of the silver-haired man. Sometimes it opens and closes like a broad sword with both hands, cutting straight and vertically, and the knife is heavy over the mountains; sometimes it is like a trickle of fine water, one knife after another, and the knives are delicately linked without gaps.

A war knife performed all kinds of weapons in the hands of the silver-haired man. Only then did Lambonis know that his own sword skills could not be praised in the eyes of the other party. What chilled the old regiment leader was that the man's eyes always fell on him, and Lambonis became more and more chilled.

After forgetting how many knives he had blocked, Lambonis suddenly felt that the pressure in front of him subsided, and the dazzling knife light disappeared. But the next moment, the man cut again.

This knife was cut out and immediately produced a sharp roar. Lan Bonis didn't have time to think about it and raised his knife to block it, but suddenly felt that his body was empty. Fang woke up, and with every knife that blocked the man just now, the energy in his body suddenly decreased by one point. At first, he thought it was a natural consumption, but now it seems that his energy has been exhausted in less than 3 minutes, which is too abnormal.

The silver-haired man finally laughed and said, "Just found out now? It's too late!" After the sword accelerated, Lambonis had to grit his teeth.

When there was a sound, the loud sound of fighting kept echoing in the palace.

The silver-haired man leisurely collected the knife and returned the long knife to the sheath. He took a light look at Lambonis. The latter's whole body suddenly shook, and then a blood line appeared in the middle of his forehead. The blood line quickly extended straight down. It passed through the old leader's face and finally fell into the neck under his collar. The next moment, a wave of blood spewed out from the middle of Lambonis' body, and then the body of the old regimental commander fell straight to the ground.

"I can't split it. There are two things." The silver-haired man smiled and glanced at the palace again. Everywhere has been dyed red by blood. He didn't say anything, just took a deep breath.

So Lanbonis's body and other veterans turned into a colorful light, which spread again, whether it was internal organs, blood or bones. The remains of the dead scattered in the palace turned into a group of lights, and finally gathered into a beam of energy flames, all crashing into the body of the silver-haired man.

Suddenly, the palace was surrounded by flames. However, in the blink of an eye, these flames were all bundled into the man's body. Looking at the whole palace, how could there be any blood stains? Not to mention the blood, even the body disappeared.

If Zero is here now, he will definitely be surprised. Because what the silver-haired man has just done is the skill of converting matter into energy reabsorption, which is completely opposite to his ability!