The conspirators conspire with their conspiracy, while the despicable ones conspire with their despicable ones conspiracy.

Cyril never thought that he would be involved in a level of events that could not be reached in the course of the game for more than ten years, but when conspiracy and despicability were presented in front of him in such a straightforward narrative, a flame had already ignited in his heart.

He pursed his lips, and from the moment he decided to take La Rochelle down the mountain and join the team of O'Saint Emma's conquest, he did not intend to be a straw that would go with the flow.

He wanted to tear open this mystery. Without a breakthrough, he would make a breakthrough with his own hands. Without a path forward, he would wave his sword and cut out a path forward!

It’s to save others and to save himself!

Cyril signaled Alden with his eyes and stood behind him.

The ascetic monk did as he did, retreating to the rear - Alden also knew that even though he knew what characteristics the enemy he encountered had and how to deal with it, his fighting style and style were destined to be unable to solve the situation in front of him:

This is almost the white sticky "net" that covers the sea area.

Yadunis's verdict was raised on his chest, and Yadunis's curse armor was fully worn on his body. Cyril drooped his eyelids slightly, sinking his heart to the bottom. On this deep seabed, it seemed that he could hear the sound from another time and space.

The voice of the Death Knight standing on the desolate land.

The gray mist kept pouring towards it, and it stood there, its body without shaking at all, but just a sword in its hand straight up straight-

Just like his current actions.

And this time, he heard the humming that was not a murmur in the other party:

"I--I will not return here!"

"I will not return here!"

"I will not return here!"

The sounds connected with every piece of curse armor on his body. Cyril only felt his mind buzzing and trembling with the sound, and the world in his eyes was trembling.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly, even though the sword was shaking wildly at this moment, as if it was about to jump out of his hand. The ruby ​​in the center of the guard was bright and transparent, and the murmurings were constantly intertwined, but they were urging him to swing the sword out and chop forward-

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The dark shadows came from behind him with the naked eye, and his feet spread out, like a hunting wolf rushing into the white snow, and frantically rushing into the white sticky net.

The body parts of the devourer "Vishlingen" immediately responded when they encountered this invasion. They wanted to turn into the devoured monsters and condensed into tentacles. They hesitated about how to deal with each other, but were completely wiped out by the shadows emitted from Cyril.

Cyril stared at the shadow that spread out from his feet. Even though he had never seen such a shadow spread like this, like a monster catching prey, he inexplicably felt that the shadow was very friendly, and even made people want to lie on it with confidence.

And just as he thought about this, he felt that the wind element pool in his body began to operate naturally.

Without even his instructions, the green wind had already floated out of his body and gradually condensed into a tall wind knight.

The black shadow split into a section under his feet, turned into a pitch-black giant beast, and obediently walked under the wind knight.

He frowned slightly. Before he could react, the wind knight had already taken the lead in controlling the giant beast beneath him, turned around, and bowed to him to the beast.

Cyril was stunned.

The Wind Knight is an extension of his element, even if the inheritance of the profession allows him to give the Wind Knight the appearance of the Knight on the Cold Sky Pass in the Endless Wind and Frost of the Second Era, and he once tried to give him the will to fight, so that he could become more "smart" in battle.

But the Wind Knight is still just an extension of his element, just a way of using magic.

This is nothing more than a machine that only works according to fixed programs, and a robot that implants more programs and can slightly deal with complex programs; but Cyrill has implanted programs that actively salute the owner—

However, at this moment, the wind knight took the initiative to bow and salute.

Cyril observed him, his face was more detailed than any Wind Knight, without the cover of the armor, revealing his vicissitudes and handsome face.

Those eyes were bright and energetic, and Cyril looked at him, as if he saw the unyielding eyes of a man walking through the wind and snow.

"Who are you……"

"Enis." The Wind Knight spoke as soon as he asked. The voice was low and vigorous, and he spoke language that Cyril could not understand, but every word was clear in his mind.

Enis...

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes. The name was strange and familiar, but just open his system panel and open the column of career introduction and you will be able to find it immediately:

"Features: [Hidden in the Wind]: The Wind Brigade Knight Enis was once the most permanent guard in the endless wind and frost of the Second Era, and the bravest knight above the Cold Sky Pass. But he was unwilling to shackle himself in the endless guards, and attack was his creed. Therefore, he chose to walk on the Shadow Demon Path and seek the Shadow Kingdom left by the Shadow Goddess Curro. He left a path of his own in the White Ring for future generations to explore.

Inheriting the hermit in the wind, you have the protection of the wind god Asui, and the wind will obey your orders. But unlike other wind knights, your palm has the power of shadows. If you can touch the Kingdom of Shadows, maybe you can get more..."

Isn’t what I inherited from the ability of the Wind Knight Ainis?

But why can he appear in front of him as a Wind Knight?

His eyes swept across the panel and suddenly guessed the reason for Enis' appearance:

"So he chose to walk on the Shadow Demon Path and seek the Shadow Kingdom left by the Shadow Goddess Curo..."

He looked in front of him again, and the black shadow spread out from his feet, which made him feel extremely intimate. This power did not come from him, but from the curse armor on his body, but it was precisely the element that made Enis appear—

The power of shadows.

The power he possesses is wind, and the magic of the wind element is also the source of most of his attacks.

Although he was a top wanderer in the game in his previous life, able to dance at will on the tip of the shadow knife, his exploration of shadows in this life has made no progress, or he has no time to make progress.

Some time ago, after hearing the words of "Tree Heart Irandal", he was completely confused about how to condense a "extraordinary incarnation", and he didn't even expect this.

It was not until this moment that he realized that he seemed to have taken a long wrong path.

As for why the Curse Armor can give him the power of the shadow... He probably had his will and the will of the armor, which inspired the remaining power from the Death Knight Adunis.

The power of shadow possessed by the Death Knight and the power of his own wind quietly merged at this moment, and finally awakened the heroic soul from the Second Era, the pass of the Cold Sky.

Enis stood in front of him, holding a long halberd in his hand. The giant beast under him was different from the other Hantian Knight blue and white tiger-shaped giant beasts. Its body was longer and its color was gray-black.

At this moment, Cyril seemed to feel the biting wind and snow swaying his face. In a trance, he was standing behind the heavy bricks. Behind Enis was a dark patch, and it was impossible to see whether it was snow, monsters, or shadows of the mountains.

The flag was blown by the wind and whirled around the head, and it seemed to break in the next second. However, the characters on it were simple and solemn, engraved with blood-black ink marks, representing the character "cold", remain so clear no matter how twisted it in the wind.

This is the common feeling brought to him by the Hantian Knight.

He had seen this scene several times, either under the city wall, in the city tower, or among the crowd of soldiers. He turned his head and saw the Wind Brigade Knight who had been summoned by him standing beside him, staring at the front with great solemnity.

At the end of the queue was a big drum as wide as the city wall. The strongest knight stood beside the big drum, raised his energy and concentrated, shouted angrily, stepped forward, and used the sword as the hammer!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Three drums sounded!

The cold sky is over, and the wind is rising!

These three shaking sounds made the wind and snow flow backwards, made the bricks under your feet shaking, and everyone on the wall opened their voices and roared repeatedly. Cyril couldn't help but want to whistle passionately.

However, a flash of eyes flashed before his eyes, and in an instant, his consciousness returned to his body.

In front of me was Anis who was still standing.

"Enis?" Cyril came to his senses and asked tentatively when he saw that he had not made much move.

Enis then bowed slightly and said in a low voice: "I am willing to serve you."

He simply waved his sword forward and directed: "Show me your strength and clear the mucus from 'Vishlingen' here."

Enis immediately turned his beast's head, and when his eyes swept across the white mucus around him like a spider web, his eyebrows immediately frowned and let out a dissatisfied growl:

"Sin...the dirty taste..."

After he finished speaking, he pulled the reins and made the mount under him hold high, holding the middle part of the halberd with one hand with his right hand. The blue wind and black shadows on the halberd were intertwined and spiraled, and instantly turned into a blue-black mixed drill bit.

He took a deep breath, which made Cyril faintly sound the drum sound that made the wind and snow flow backwards. The cold-sky knights in front of the drum sounded were also holding their breath and concentrating their minds.

But Enis opened his eyes wide and suddenly shook his hand. Without any fancy, he threw the long halberd in his hand into front. As the giant beast with his head held high landed, the blue-black drill also pierced into the sand ahead with a "boom".

Cyril only felt the water flow around him tremble with Enis's movements, and the next second, the blue-black auger bit suddenly began to rotate in the opposite direction.

The cyan and black wrapped around it were swept away like the long sleeves of the dancer's dance. Wherever they swept, all the sticky whites were cleared away.

The blue wind and black shadows spread farther and farther away, gradually reaching a place beyond the reach of vision. However, as long as the magic is spread, you can clearly sense that the blue and black are still raging on Vishlingen's limbs, and have cleaned up all the mucus in a radius of miles.

Neil Alden looked at the young Count he played for in horror. He could not understand why the performance of this young man's power became so different in just a few seconds.

The surrounding Vishlingen's body was instantly cleared - although some of these scattered Vishlingen did not have much combat power, the magic quality of the individual body was still quite guaranteed.

The profession level can destroy a white sticky ball in a decisive way, destroying two or three monsters it has incarnated, but the number is as high as half a sea area...

I'm afraid that if it weren't for the extraordinary level that the mage was promoted to, it wouldn't be able to do such a thing?

But the young man in front of him did such a thing so easily. The knight transformed with his magic power did not even cut a decent sword by himself.

Could it be that he is only one step away from extraordinary?

Alden kept guessing in his heart, and Enis had already put away his halberd, turned around, and nodded to Cyril again:

"Fortunately, I'm not disgraced."

"It's over?" Alden blurted out in shock.

Cyril opened his eyes. He had just felt the effect of Enis's attack. The blue-black spiral rushed around the sea like a raging vortex. As the distance spreaded, it almost affected the water flow in this sea area.

It mobilized the remaining magic power of this sea area, which was not pulled by the protection of the gods, and together they cleared out the body parts of Vishlingen who were trying to swallow this place.

Although Enis's power had long dissipated at this moment, the water elemental magic he had involved was still continuing to resist Vishlingen - it was just a matter of time to completely expel him from here.
To be continued...