Ride and Cut

There are quite a few fighting spirit masters in Stuart's envoys. After all, since King Belluni has been present in person, there must be many court swordsmen accompanying him.

The strength of these real masters was not comparable to that of ordinary knights. Although most of them were guarding Belluni's carriage full-time and did not participate in the battle at all, there were also a few who were active.

Li Cha just focused on a walking knight, whoever told him that his boxing and kicking skills are particularly eye-catching, but fortunately, he is gradually approaching the direction of the Alpine Fort.

"Hmph!" Seeing that the distance was enough, the lord sneered, and stretched out his five fingers to point at him. The magnetic force was applied to the plate armor, engulfing the whole person and flying up out of thin air, spinning slowly.

The foot knight reacted quickly, and immediately drew out his sword and slashed around, but no matter what, he couldn't break free from the invisible and intangible shackles. The whole person danced in mid-air, like a clown performing a funny show, which immediately made the Gaoshanbao people burst into laughter.

"Use grudge! Lucas!" His companion responded quickly.

The court swordsman's art is really good, he let out a low growl, and a dazzling silver-white light burst out from his body.

The magic resistance brought by grudge can definitely offset part of the magnetic defense, the specific ratio depends on the level of cultivation. But the problem is, even if three-quarters of Li Cha's magnetic force is offset, the remaining part is still not enough to lift a plate armor knight who weighs several hundred pounds.

So no matter how hard this court swordsman named Lucas struggled, he could only be lifted up in mid-air helplessly, spinning slowly round and round.

A milky white halo covered Lucas, and immediately rescued the poor creature who had been circling in the air. It was Bishop Paul who shot. The magical art of getting rid of adverse effects is not difficult for him.

"I want to duel with you!" The court swordsman blushed and became angry from embarrassment. As soon as he landed, he took off his gloves and wanted to throw them at the lord of the mountain castle.

This is the current dueling etiquette. Once the two parties successfully exchange gloves, it means that the duel contract has been reached. If it is torn again later, although it will not be punished by law, the huge loss of reputation is tantamount to social death for a knight.

Fortunately, as soon as the words came out, they were hurriedly dragged back by the companions behind them. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the strengths of the two sides are not at the same level at all, and a duel in a hurry is death.

Li Cha didn't even bother to pay any attention to this poor guy.

For the dignified Lord of the Alpine Fort, a duel with an ordinary court swordsman is purely a self-deprecation. Even if you win, it's a matter of course, there's nothing to be happy about.

On the contrary, Nehru sneered, and took the opportunity to slap the dog in the water with his middle finger, "Poor idiot, your companion is much smarter than you."

"That's great Nehru, since you are so brave, the organization research decided to send you to teach him a lesson." The lord lord winked and laughed.

"Uh... next time, definitely, definitely." The kobold smiled obsequiously, spread his short legs, and quietly hid behind Gunther.

"Stop!" Vatican's half-closed city gate was pushed open from the inside, and more than a hundred heavily armed paladins lined up in two rows and ran out in neat steps.

The Church of the Holy Light also has its own armed forces—the Knights of the Silver Oak Leaf, the Knights Templar, and the Knights Hospitaller. Although the members of the three major knights are not many, they have a long history and many experts, and they are well-known in the entire continent.

Everyone in this team of paladins has a metal oak leaf on their chest, shining silver light in the sunlight, obviously belonging to the Silver Oak Leaf Knights.

They are all loyal believers who have been cultivated since childhood, and their minds are full of honor. Seeing that someone was daring to fight in the holy city, he was immediately furious.

The guarding knights of Pompeii and Stuart realized that the situation had gotten a little serious, and they gradually stopped, and each withdrew from the battlefield just now, staring fiercely at their opponents.

"You bold lunatic! A ghost who deserves to go to hell! A heretic who defiles the Holy City!" The leading paladin actually came towards Li Cha, opening his mouth to curse across the head and face without distinction.

No wonder he made such a judgment——

The situation on the field was very clear. The guard knights of Pompeii and Stuart were knocked down a lot, and they were lying on the ground rolling and moaning.

Only on the side of Gaoshan Fort, dozens of strong men stood in place and none of them fell down. All of them looked calm, had a long pulse, and even pointed with a leisurely heart.

It's human nature to sympathize with the weak, and it's all too natural to see them as the culprits.

"Where did your mother pick up the guest and gave birth to such a mentally handicapped you? Or did you have hemorrhoids and can't speak well?" Li Cha folded his hands around his chest and rolled his eyes. He was not polite at all, and could choke someone to death with just one mouthful.

When it comes to the traditional craft of swearing, in front of a magister-level master like the lord of the mountain castle, the paladins who have been staying in Vatican are almost more harmless than apprentices.

He was immediately shocked by the viciousness and obscenity that he had never seen before, "You...you..."

"You, what are you, are you blind?" Li Cha slapped his arm flying away, "Apologize to me quickly, I don't want to say it a second time."

"Get them up."

The silver oakleaf paladins began to move around.

But although their hearts are pious, their brains are not stupid. Although the number of these surprisingly strong fighters is less than one-third of them, there is clearly no fear in their eyes, but they are very kind - the kindness that ordinary people only show when they look at the mentally retarded.

This kind of look is like carrying a basin of ice water around their heads, instantly extinguishing the impulsive flame in their hearts.

"If you don't have to regard being strong as a sin." The lord smeared his hair smartly, and said slowly, "It cannot be denied, I am indeed unforgivable."

"Okay!" There was a burst of violent applause from Stuart's motorcade, and a middle-aged man opened the car window and leaned out half of his body.

Li Cha's eyes were very good, and during the short gap between the man pulling the curtains and leaning out, he caught his two bare legs that seemed to be without pants, and there was a woman kneeling on the carpet in the carriage, it was self-evident what he was doing.

It's hard to imagine that the people in the carriage still have such nasty thoughts when the big mess is about to be revealed outside.

"What a beautiful sentence, you've got the limelight!" He said loudly while applauding vigorously.

With a majestic face, neat hair, and a proper mustache, coupled with a decent and straight dress, the appearance is impeccable.

But when Li Cha looked at those light blue eyes, he only felt that there was endless madness hidden in them.

"Who are you?" the lord asked.

"I, of course I am ~ Belluni." His Majesty the king of Stuart covered his forehead and giggled, his whole body trembling slightly.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if seeing something novel: "I know you, Richard, you did a great job last time in the war."