The Legend of Fatality

Sir Raymond knew he was going to die. When the Dark Knight rushed towards him on his terrible nightmare mount, Sir Raymond knew he was facing an enemy he could not defeat. The **** scenes of Sir Dane-Gattler-Whitman ’s first batch of victims not long ago gave him no illusion that he could defeat the vampire by force and strong will.

At that time, before the Dark Knight approached Sir Raymond, Drowland ’s tomb shot a dazzling light, covering the entire battlefield in an instant. . Sir Raymond felt a warm and peaceful wave covering him. He knew that this was the Holy Light belonging to the lady once again called by the female prophet Aniston. His faith in the goddess extends to light, drawing light into his body, and filling his body with the divine power that belongs to the goddess.

The impact of this light on the undead happened instantly and was very different. When the black knights behind Sir Whitman rushed towards Burtania, they had collapsed, and the skeletons of undead horses and knights fell apart like dry mud and flake to the ground. When their decaying corpses land on the ground, they explode into a mass of rotten dust. There was something in the air that Sir Raymond could hardly determine. A sour, rancid smell reminded him of the tomb unearthed. It seemed that every breath had exhausted the strength of his body. Starting

Where there were more than a dozen black knights now only piles of ashes remain. As a member of the undead knight, Sir Whitman still exists, the vampire's terrible will is strong enough to fight the purified light of the lady's divine power. However, even this vampire failed to escape the influence of the torch storm that swept around him. His armor scorched, and his coat turned into a scorched strip hanging outside his body. The nightmare horse he was riding on was no longer flying across the Camranfield field in search of blood, but was limp and staggering.

Sir Raymond realized that he had to do something, otherwise he would not be able to complete the salvation of the family honor. He cursed again his carelessness, he had forgotten that he was still on the battlefield. Then he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of urgency that prompted her to hurry up and throw everything away. However, under the grace of this lady, Sir Raymond was encouraged by the weak state of the Dark Knight and urged his warhorse to attack the injured vampire.

During the charge, Sir Raymond seemed to find that his senses became sharper. He noticed the yellow grassland, and a dull lavender fragrance came from the surrounding air. The wind blew his face, bringing a tangy earthy breath. The horizon stretched far away on all four sides-far away on the right, the sun was still shining on the field in Camranfield, reflecting the field into a gleaming gold-and a tall figure stood before him, turning around Watching him, waving a long sword in his hand.

Sir Whitman fulfilled the wish of the young knight. The vampire's sword slammed into Sir Raymond's shield and chopped through wood, but did not cause the damage he did to Sir Richard by the Morso River. Sir Raymond retreated cautiously. The Dark Knight's power was still strong, but it was no longer a force far beyond humans. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https: /

Sir Raymond turned to hold the sword handle with both hands, and issued a fierce slash to the vampire. When the vampire blocked, he dropped his strength and slid down the opponent's long sword. On one side, then slammed again with a sudden thrust.

Vampire's reaction also proved to be slower. Sir Raymond pierced the dark knight's throat with a sword, successfully pierced the armor, and shot the twisted armor fragments into the darkness. Although Sir Whitman had the time to turn the sword around and intercept the blow, it was too late to resist the damage caused by Sir Raymond's stab. When Sir Raymond pulled the sword from the vampire's neck, dark blood began to flow from the vampire's neck. Sir Raymond was gratified that after the power and speed of his enemies were affected by the Holy Light, the vampire's offensive actions were still familiar to him. He felt relieved and suddenly frightened.

His **** smell seemed to push Sir Whitman into a state of animal fury. He jumped from the saddle on his nightmare mount and ran towards Sir Raymond like a beast in the forest. Sir Raymond hadn't had time to withdraw his sword, and once again slashed at his enemy, he was hit into the arms by the vampire. The young knight and the vampire fell off the horse at the same time and rolled on the ground. The impact of steel drowned the painful grunts and growls of the two soldiers.

The two fighters rolled on the ground in a fierce dogfight. They took advantage of each other's fists to attack the weakest part of the other's armor, and finally the two sides fell into a deadly hug. When they fell from the mount, Sir Whitman lost his sword, and Sir Raymond kept his sword. Both warriors finally struggled to control the long sword, aiming it at the enemy's chest.

In the wrestling between the two sides, when Sir Raymond saw Sir Whitman ’s vicious, inhuman eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ an invisible flame of resentment burned in his eyes, In an instant he was filled with fear. The hermit knight he had met, helped to care for his uncle's body, and gave him ideas on how to atone the monster released by Count Robert, is now completely gone. What glared at him from the black helmet was not human at all, no matter how human-like it was. His heart was beating violently in his chest, and his ears were almost deaf. He wanted to leave everything behind, and his only impression of his life was regret-I don't know what it meant, but it was regret beyond everything.

When Sir Raymond's hand was relaxed and the sword began to turn toward the knight's chest, the vampire's mouth screamed triumphantly. Sir Raymond closed his eyes tightly, blocking Sir Whitman's resentful glare. He prayed to the lady, drawing strength from the divine warmth that he could still feel.

Screamed through the darkness, followed by a low moan.

Sir Raymond stared at the person lying on the ground beside him, now lifeless. In the end, the sword finally turned its direction, pierced the body of the dark knight, and pierced his black heart. The monster is dead. When Sir Raymond looked into the dead eyes behind the black helmet, he could not see the trace of the kind of hatred that had previously ignited there completely different from humans. All he saw was a calm and grateful expression.

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