Law of the Devil

(Fifth today)

Chapter 147 [Soul of the Warrior]

It seemed simple, but Dewey couldn't help but sigh.

Count Raymond suddenly laughed: "Your Highness, you are young and really smart. But it is useless for you to publicly provoke our relationship with the Grand Prince. I can also tell you without any cover: yes! If His Majesty had asked us to assist you from the beginning, we would have done the same! The problem is, he let us support the great prince for 30 years, and suddenly he changed his mind. Forced us to waste 30 years of effort and not a single step backwards. ”

“In that case, the father was indeed wrong.” Prince Chen actually came out with this phrase, which surprised everyone a little!

Even Augustine VI couldn't help but look at his younger son in surprise.

“Father.” Prince Chen stood in the face of the old emperor and bowed: “Please go back to the palace first. I will take care of this matter for my son, okay? ”

“Paranoia!” The Great Prince is furious: “Chen! You think what happened today was that simple? If my father doesn't retire today, I won't stop! ”

As Augustine VI raised his eyebrows, the samurai behind him in the grey robe suddenly caught a cold light in his eyes: "Bold! His Highness the Grand Prince! His Majesty is going back to the palace. I'll see who dares to stop him! ”

After that, this otherwise unspeakable samurai suddenly took a step forward, just like a shadowy silence, he suddenly changed! All of a sudden he's got an unmatched cold! I don't know how many bloody kills there are!

Dewey had the most acute mental sensation, stood far away, suddenly felt a tingle, the other party's killing was intense, and even made Dewey feel a little afraid to look!

“Humph!” The Grand Prince sneered: “Dear Lord Rossi, of course I dare not forget your famous‘ Grey Sword Saint ’on the mainland, but you can't help but face my tens of thousands of elites by yourself...” The Grand Prince said, looking cold at the Grey Swordsman: “And how can I forget you when you have been with my father for many years! To deal with you, I have prepared an opponent that suits you best! ”

Saying, the Great Prince turned around and whispered to a knight with full armor behind him: "I ask you to do the third thing for me: help me kill this‘ Grey Sword Saint '! ”

gently sighed: “As you wish. ”

This familiar voice fell into Dewey's ear like a cold block of ice, making Dewey unbearable for a cold war! He immediately remembered the owner of this voice!

Indeed, the knight slowly removed his helmet and revealed a thin face. His eyes were filled with loneliness. He slowly took out his sword and pulled it out. The thin, elongated sword blade covered with cold, hidden as if it had a terrible smell of a storm...

Below the Moon Beauty!

After Hussein, Rodriguez, the second holy knight on the continent!!!

Rodriguez slowly removed his full body armor, and he came out of the queue of heavy armored knights in a robe, looking quietly at the grey martial artist on the high stage.

“Monsignor Rossi, I've heard so much about you.” Rodriguez laughed as if: “However, I am not very fond of you… you are called ‘Grey Sword Saint’ and I have always been curious that with such strength you can actually add a word 'Holy’ to your name! ”

Rodriguez sighed softly, and the sudden air surged around him, and the fighting broke out! That glittering golden fight is burning like a golden flame!

The golden glow seemed to deter the eyes of everyone in the place!

It took a long period of silence before someone suddenly shouted: "Golden fighting! Golden Qi!! Saint, Holy Knight!! Almighty God! Holy Knight!! ”

Rodriguez was brilliant in gold, and even his hair was like gold. Only the famous sword “Beauty Under the Moon" on the continent in his hand still had a silver-white chill, a little white in a blond flame, which looked even more mysterious.

Rosie's face was far less calm and arrogant than she had just been, and the sword he held in his arms could not bear to change hands!

Rodriguez and his “Beauty Under the Moon”, Rosie naturally knew that long ago. But even if he did, he didn't think he'd lose to each other!

But... I didn't expect Rodriguez to have been promoted to the Holy Knight!

Rosie's heart has sinked because, of his own strength, he is only a nine-level warrior!

Perhaps… saying that he is "just” is too much to belittle the gray sword saint.

Because the 9th level samurai, all over the Roland continent, are one of the few strong men! For example, mighty as a temple, before Hussein appeared in the Holy Knights, the mightiest masters were only level 9.

Rossi called the Grey Sword Saint and was named for his many years of pleasure in a grey robe, while the word "Sword Saint” was also truly due to his amazing sword skills. Mr. Rossi's reputation on the mainland is far greater than that of Rodriguez, who has been hiding in the palace for years, becoming Augustine's personal escort, which makes him less prestigious.

Look at the beauty of the moon in Rodriguez's hands, and look at the burning temper of the holy knight in front of him.

Gold... it is gold indeed! The legendary golden colour, the one you can't reach all your life!

Rosie's face suddenly swept away in darkness, and suddenly a hint of desire appeared in her eyes, an almost devout look!

“Your Majesty!” The strong swordsman suddenly turned around and took a deep look at Augustine VI. His voice was not indifferent, but full of moderation: “How long have I been around you? ”

“… for twenty-six years.” Augustine VI suddenly saw something in Rosie's eyes that worried him, and he couldn't help it: “Rosie, you...”

“Sire, how many years have we known each other?” Rosie's grey face turned up with a smile.

“… fifty-four years!” Augustine VI suddenly understood something, and his trembling body was suddenly upright: “Fifty-four years! ”

“Yes, 54 years...” Rosie looked up at the sky as if she were talking to herself: “When we were all young, we met in the frozen forest. In my heart, Your Majesty, as always, you were the young prince, my good friend. For your sake, I am willing to stay with you to protect you and spend the last twenty-six years with you. ”

“Rosie! ”

“No, Your Majesty, you know me best in the world.” Rosie whispered: “When I was younger, I said that my biggest goal in my life was to one day advance to the ‘holy class'. Unfortunately, I was 68 years old this year and still couldn't reach that level. But heaven has mercy on me, at least I can see for myself a true Holy Order, and I can still have a chance to fight the Holy Strong One. ”

Speaking of which, Rosie suddenly knelt down on one knee and drowned her head deeply: "Your Majesty, in my life I was fortunate enough to be your companion. But from today on, Rosie can no longer be with you! ”

After that, Rossi stood up and turned around and no longer looked at Augustine VI. The warrior, in an exaggerated position, fell from the high stage like a cloud and fell quietly in front of Rodriguez!

“Holy Stronger!” Rosie's voice was serious, and he nodded at Rodriguez: "Thank you for meeting my lifelong wishes! I've been looking forward to this fight my whole life! ”

After that, he gently pulled out his sword, a fine sword made of the finest stainless steel, but without any stones, apparently without magic. And at the handle of the sword, it was wrapped in a fine hemp rope, you can imagine, it must hold very well together!

This “Grey Sword Saint" Rossi burst out all his fighting temper. His fighting temper gradually changed from silver to a faint golden glow... unfortunately, it is far worse than pure golden golden fighting temper.

Obviously, this 68-year-old martial artist has been on the verge of advancing to the Holy Class, but has never made it! Now he, Dewey, can tell from the colour of the fighting, I'm afraid he can't even compare to Hussein when he first met him in the ice-covered forest.

However, despite his apparent weakness, the warrior raised his sword and his eyes were calm: "Do it! In the name and dignity of a warrior, I ask you, do your utmost! ”

Rodriguez's face also grew more serious, his face did not show any contempt because of the power gap between the two sides, his eyes filled with respect, looking at the enemy in front of him, he took a deep breath:

“As you said! as you wish! ”

A golden brawl, and a silver brawl collided hard, the brilliant brilliance of the impact, reflected on the magic curtain of the sky, like for hundreds of years, the eternal existence of the soul of a generation of warriors!

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