Calamity Crown

Silin, who has completed three baptisms and a talented warlock, is very aware of the qualitative change after the three baptisms are completed.

Kendall Sis in front of him looked menacing, with a threatening sword aura.

But there's nothing in it!

That speed is not only slow.

And without a sword...

sharp!

That's right!

It's Fengrui!

The feeling of radiating coldness and unparalleled sharpness after the long sword was unsheathed did not appear on Kendalls!

There is only a crumbling feeling!

Those eleven sword qis seemed complicated, but they were not concise enough.

The sword is like one, seemingly decisive, but not firm enough.

Heart, hesitate!

Sword, also decadent!

At this time, Kendalls, let alone embarked on the road of 'swordsman', the strength he showed was not as good as those who had just touched the third baptism.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, Kendall is still so powerful.

As for Enos?

She also noticed the difference, but it wasn't because of her extraordinary strength, but because she had seen Kendall's shots too many times, and she was too familiar with Kendall.

The Kendalls at this moment and the Kendalls in her memory are completely two people.

"waste!"

"You still have to rely on me!"

Enos gritted her teeth.

And Goethe, who played against Kendalls, felt the deepest.

Goethe frowned slightly.

He thought it was the other party's suspicion. After all, the speed shown by the other party was too different from what Art had described to him, and for no reason, Goethe always felt that what the other party was holding was not a sword.

but extremely heavy...

shackles!

Kendall's whole body seemed to be firmly bound by shackles.

Not only is the sword speed slow, but it has no power.

And the sense of trance in his expression is simply out of his mind.

But this does not prevent Goethe from making a move.

But just when Goethe was about to [Thunderbolt], Kendalls, who had already rushed in front of Goethe, suddenly fell down.

A "swordsman" tried his best with a sword, not only failed to stab the opponent, but fell to the ground instead.

"teacher?!"

Aite and Millai exclaimed loudly.

Millai, who was acting as the referee, and Aite, who was among the captives, all rushed towards Kendi Erles.

Enos, on the other hand, had a gloomy face and retreated without a trace.

"What despicable means did you use?!"

Aite, a disciple of Kendalls, yelled at Goethe.

Mi Lai thought of something.

The young man who had been following his teacher recently had red eyes and was about to help his teacher up.

However, it was rejected.

Kendalls just lay on his stomach in the mud, and waved at his disciple.

His mouth and nose were full of mud, he raised his head and looked at the long sword that fell in front of him.

Shortness of breath.

Not because of the dirt in the nose and mouth.

It's because of his...'heart'.

His 'Sword Heart' was broken.

At some point, during his third baptism, the condensed 'Sword Heart' shattered.

"when?"

Kendalls asked himself.

When he chopped off his right arm?

Was it when I learned that the lord had killed the consul and defense officer of the 'Xueyuan City' who trusted him, but remained indifferent?

Or when he didn't stop the plague that was about to erupt in 'Snowfield City'?

Or was it just when you knew that your opponent was injured, but you still participated in the duel?

What time is it?

The Guardian Knight questioned himself, his eyes wandering to the sword that was so close at hand.

This sword was given to him by his teacher when he was eighteen years old.

It was his birthday present.

Also his most important partner.

Why are you unfamiliar?

The trance in front of him brought Kendalls back to when he was eighteen years old——

'Do you know what sword etiquette is? '

'Know. '

'oh? '

'It is benevolence. '

'Well, what else? '

'righteous! '

'What about 'Jian Wen'? '

‘Sword holders should always use the ‘sword’ as a mirror to shine on themselves, without any slack. '

'What about 'Jian Xin'? '

'I have no idea. '

'Then go out and have a look, look at the world, look at the people, maybe you will know. '

That was the conversation he had with his teacher before saying goodbye.

After that, he left the remote mountain village and walked on the land of the northern border with the sword given to him by his teacher. He looked at the mountains, rivers, and wilderness in the northern border, and felt the strong wind and snowstorm in the northern border.

He travels with the money he earns from hunting.

Everywhere, people warmly entertained him.

Everyone has little money and is even very poor.

But still willing to give him a piece of food.

Even at night, people will be sent to watch him secretly, but it is still warm.

Then?

When he arrived at a village in the north, the village head refused his request to enter the village to rest, but then asked his son to bring him water and food, but the money he gave was rejected by the other party. .

He still remembers the vigilant and contemptuous look on the other side's face.

Be wary of strangers like him.

I despise him for doing this as an insult.

At night, he rested, but the fire burned in the village.

A detachment of Fabolian cavalry disguised as bandits attacked there.

When he rushed over, there were no more people alive.

Without hesitation, or even a reaction, he drew his sword and rushed over.

He killed all the bandits and was seriously wounded. He buried the bodies of the people in the village, he treated them with the medicine brought by the bandits, and he sold the horses for a boat ticket. He went to Fabol.

He killed the mastermind behind the bandits.

He's more injured, but he's more mobile and stronger.

because--

His 'heart' is beating!

His 'heart' told him that it was right to do so!

That's not revenge!

but—

'guard! '

With such a 'heart', he completed the third baptism and condensed his 'heart of sword'.

He chose to be the Guardian Knight of Svetlaland.

Because, he thinks it can protect more people.

only……

Unknowingly, his 'guard' became, to protect certain people.

His sword was dull.

He never found out.

Even, think you are right.

He kept finding excuses and reasons for himself.

"When did I become the person I hate the most?"

Kendalls asked himself.

He turned around and let himself lie there on his back, panting heavily.

"I lost."

said the guardian knight.

Aite looked at his teacher in disbelief.

Mi Lai wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

People around?

cheer!

The miners and northern cavalry cheered.

The soldiers led by Svetla and the captives at the moment looked at each other in blank dismay.

They subconsciously looked at their lord.

Then--

"Where is Miss Enos?"

"Where is the lord?"

There were exclamations from the captive crowd.

People looked around and finally saw the lady at the entrance to the mining camp.

She stood there with an ugly face looking at the way blocked by Shira.

"Step aside!"

Inos growled.

"Ah."

Sheila sneered.

Enos immediately raised her hand and hit Shira.

Fast and quite skillful.

Especially on that ring, a thin needle that was dyed black protruded.

"If you don't let it go, then go to hell!"

Enos growled.

She has become a plaything, but she has also learned something different. A woman like Shila can easily kill with one hand... huh?

Just when Enos was about to listen to Sheila's wailing, her palm was grabbed by Sheila.

Then--

Click it!

"Ahhhh!"

"My arm is broken!"

Enos hugged her wrists and howled.

"I can do this little trick at the age of five."

The ring appeared between Sheila's fingers.

It was the one before Enos.

When breaking Enos's wrist, Shira took the ring off.

Seeing Xila holding the ring with cold eyes, Enos couldn't care less about screaming. She stepped back again and again and said loudly, "You can't kill me! Fabol's cavalry will be here soon!"

"Only I live!"

"You will be able to live!"

"Hahaha!"

"I still won!"

"Do you think I just left, really to ask these scumbags to watch the duel?"

"no!"

"I activated a teleportation array—a teleportation array connected to Fabol, where five thousand Fabol cavalry are already ready to go, and they will crush you all to pieces!"

Enos laughed wildly as she spoke.

Everyone around was stunned.

Especially the captives of Svetla, they all looked at Enos in disbelief.

"Master Enos, what are you talking about?"

"You're joking, aren't you?"

Aite, the disciple of Kendalls, a young man who was willing to act as a dead man to assassinate Goethe, looked at Enos with a shocked face, and kept asking and seeking proof.

"Oh, trash!"

"How can I be joking?"

"I was able to leave Bode. It was a multi-party deal. Do you really think that I have been in Svetla all along?"

"Or, do you really think I would like a waste like you?"

"Shevus was in my bed when you confessed to me outside the room, you bastard!"

Enos's words made Aite's face turn pale.

The young man staggered to the ground, but this scene aroused Enos even more.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Rumble!

Enos laughed loudly, but her voice was immediately covered by a deafening hoofbeat. It was Fabol's cavalry.

Five thousand Faber cavalry came across the inland sea.

They waved their flags.

Their armor is bright.

They were murderous.

They blew their horns, they charged, they... fell into a bug nest.

Groups of insects flew up in the darkness.

They drilled through the gaps in the armor.

They suck the blood of Fabol's cavalry.

They drilled into the body of the Fabol cavalry from the torn wound.

pain!

itch!

pain!

"Ahhh!"

One after another, the Fabol cavalry who were charging fell off their horses.

But the real horror has just emerged—

"Don't cry, don't be afraid~ Humph~ Insects fly~ Mushroom laugh~ Let's dance with the night~"

Gagil in a cloak walks among the blood, holding a mushroom laughing wildly in his hand, humming his mother's favorite tune, whenever he walks past Knight Faber, those The Fabol cavalry seemed to be infected with the plague, and they fell off their horses in pieces.

Under the visor, their faces cry and laugh.

They lay on the ground, rolling back and forth.

Eventually, they go berserk.

They slashed at each other.

They kill each other.

Corpses, one after another.

The blood eventually becomes a river.

Gejir walked up to Enos step by step. He took off his cloak, and the third son of the Ke family restored his original appearance. He looked down at the sluggish Enos, with a faint smile on his lips. He bent down and whispered in the other's ear Bian said softly: "The northern border belongs to the Ke family, and it will always be the Ke family."

After speaking, Gejir put away the mushrooms.

More bugs crawled from the ground to Enos's body.

They suck and bite Enos.

"Ahhhh!"

A more mournful cry sounded.

However, no one will sympathize with her.

traitor!

The most hated.

Similarly, Gejir was also frightened.

Even the northern cavalry looked at Gejir with suspicion.

Including Art and Sirin.

Sheila hid far away when Gegil came over.

Gergil felt the change.

But it doesn't matter.

He is the guardian of the north, the third son of Grand Duke Scrooge C.: Gjill C.

He inherited the blood of the Ke family and guarded the northern border.

He kept in mind the family rules of the Ke family and protected his family.

even though……

not understood.

Gegil Ke was thinking silently in his heart, he was about to look for Goethe in the crowd. He wanted to look at his younger brother again, even though he was disgusted, but when he turned his head, he realized that Goethe had already Standing beside him, he used his body to block the sight of people in the distance.

Goethe raised his hand and supported Gergil.

With a voice that only two people can hear, said softly——

"Don't force yourself if you consume too much, my lord brother."